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Chapter 27: Choices Made by AnarchyX-Phile
The alarm clock disrupted the peaceful silence; Mulder slapped his hand on the nightstand until he made contact with the clock and turned it off. His arm slipped back under the covers and reached for the warm body that was much too far away from him. "Why are you always wearing clothes?" He mumbled grumpily.
Scully grunted and swatted his cold hand away as he tried to bury it under her shirt to steal her warmth. "You should try wearing some and you wouldn't be so damn cold all the time."
"I don't think it hampers anything," he whispered as he slid his body up behind her and snuggle his hips against her ass.
She grinned hummed softly, wiggling her hips side to side and letting his erection slip into the crease of her ass. "No, it certainly hasn't. Is that all for me?"
"Mmmhmm," he hummed, nuzzling his nose into her hair and kissing the back of her neck. It had been two weeks since they had had sex—a very tame version with even tamer penetration—and now there was an unspoken agreement that they would wait the full month. Scully knew that if they tried again, she wouldn't be able to stop herself from asking for more and Mulder wouldn't be able to stop himself from giving it to her.
So they had waited, and it hadn't been too difficult either. A couple days after they signed the paperwork to be undercover agents, they got their first case. The first couple of days were spent memorizing their new identities and going over the case file; since they'd be undercover, they couldn't rely on calling into the office if they had questions or research requests—all decisions and investigating had to be preformed by them on site.
The case hadn't been particularly difficult and she and Mulder actually named the suspect before they ever left the Hoover building—but they were being tested so they played by the rules (for once) and treated the case more as an impromptu vacation with a dash of work thrown in. Skinner had told them to wrap it up in a week, and while they could have easily wrapped it up in 24 hours, they took the full week and spent most of their evenings walking through the town and going to local restaurants.
The day they returned to work, they were sent back out on another undercover case for 3 days which led to an arrest of a small-time car thief. The local police station was so disillusioned with the major FBI arrest that they nearly released the suspect on bail before Mulder and Scully could question him. Thankfully they had gotten to the station just in time to stop the sheriff from uncuffing the suspect.
After questioning him for 30 minutes, Scully had managed to get him to confess all his secrets—which went much further than simple car thefts; the suspect knew names and addresses for major key players in chop shops in the surrounding seven counties and the next state over; not only was he willing to divulge everything he knew but he was also more than willing to testify as long as all the charges against him were dropped.
The District Attorney's office was brought in with the necessary paperwork and Mulder and Scully handed the suspect off to Witness Protection and still managed to make it to their dinner reservations by 7:30 that night. As they waited for the waiter to bring them dessert, Skinner called and congratulated them and told them to charge their dinner to their Bureau credit card. When he'd gotten off the phone, Mulder had smiled at her over the table and ordered a bottle of wine to be brought to the table. "Order anything else you want, honey, the Skin Man is buying." He joked and then smiled when she reached across the table and linked her fingers with his; she didn't say anything but he knew what she was telling him, I don't want anything but you.
They opted to fly into Philadelphia for the weekend and then drive back home Sunday evening. It seemed important to Scully that they try their best for normal, well-rounded life and Mulder was trying his best to give her everything she wanted...everything they wanted. When they had first married, he'd promised to try and normal for her; at the time, he hadn't thought he'd be capable of actually giving it to her—but it didn't seem so far fetched anymore. Yes, he was still passionate and driven when it came to the X Files, but they weren't the most important thing in his life anymore. Before he met Scully, he hadn't realized just how far down the rabbit hole he had fallen, but now that she had saved him and pulled him out of the darkness and into the light, he found himself less willing to fully submerge himself in that darkness again.
And it seemed like he wasn't the only one to notice his accent into the light. When they returned to work the following Monday, they weren't met with the usual hostility they had grown accustom to. That morning, as they made their way to the basement, they passed by fellow agents in the hallway but there wasn't the usual disapproving look of disgust and disappointment in their eyes; now all they saw were polite smiles and genuine interest in them as a married couple. They weren't Mr. and Mrs. Spooky anymore—they were simply The Mulders: a united force to be reckoned with.
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Scully was pulled back into the present as Mulder began kissing the back of her neck and nibbling on her earlobe. His hips weren't moving against her anymore, but she could still feel his length pressed against her ass, the tip reaching her lower back. God, why they still have to wait two more weeks?
"You want to just stay in bed and make out for a while?" He asked playfully before dipping his tongue into her ear.
She moaned happily and chuckled, shifting her legs backwards so that they intertwined with his. They had some overtime built up from their undercover case and no one would say anything if they took a morning off—they never did. "You're a bad influence on me," she said before turning over and facing him, throwing one leg over his hip. "You're bad..." she said, leaning forward and kissing his sternum, "bad..." she repeated, moving over to kiss his nipple, "bad..." she whispered again as she kissed and sucked on his other nipple until he started breathing harder.
He stroked his fingers through her messy, morning hair. "Oh, but you're sooo good," he groaned when he felt the swipe of her hot tongue slide up his chest. She kissed up his neck until she dipped her tongue into his mouth, swallowing his moan and giving him one of her own in exchange. Their kisses moved between lazy and passionate, deep and breathy.
He reached up and pressed his palm against the side of her breast, squeezing it gently and rubbing the side of his thumb against her nipple and laughing into her mouth when she gasped in the midst of their kiss. "You like that, lover?" He rasped as his other hand wrapped around her waist and came to rest on her ass.
"Jesus Mulder, I want to be your lover." She panted, burying her fingers in his hair and kissing him harder. She shifted until she was on top of him, her legs straddling his waist. She tucked her hair behind her ears and lowered her mouth back down onto his, sucking hard at his lips and making them swollen and dark red. She tried to slow herself down and ran her tongue back and forth over his bottom lip; her lips rose into a bright smile when she felt his bottom lip tighten and stretch into a grin.
"You are my lover...because you the woman I love. Now come on, let's take a shower and cool down." He said, giving her a smack on the ass and grinning up at her. He reached up and ran his thumb against her bottom lip, sighing heavily when she pursed her lips and kissed the pad of his thumb.
"I love you, Fox Mulder."
"For how long?"
"Forever and all eternity. But I can't promise any longer than that."
He fought a grin and shook his head, trying his best to look like she'd hurt his feelings by not promising more than all eternity. "I love you all the way into Tuesday."
"Oh, which Tuesday?" She asked calmly, as though she needed to pencil it in on her schedule."
"The Tuesday after all eternity."
"Do you always have to one-up me?"
"I can't help it, we Mulders are fiercely competitive."
One side of her mouth lifted into a playful smile and she wiggled her ass against his erection again. " Well I'm a Mulder too now and I bet you breakfast that I make it into the shower before that foggy brain of yours has time to catch up." With one last wiggle, she slid off him and darted into the bathroom, closing the door behind her but not locking it.
She turned the shower on, yanked her clothes off and was just stepping into the shower when Mulder stumbled through the door in mid-yawn. "Aw, come on Scully. That wasn't fair and you know it." He complained as he stepped in behind her and tried to get under the spray enough to warm up.
"I play dirty, baby. I want eggs, bacon, toast, and orange juice."
"Damn. Step aside then, that's going to take me the rest of the morning to cook."
"I can't help it, I'm hungry. Do you want me to..." she offered as she reached down to stroke his erection.
He smiled and kissed her nose but then shook his head, "it'll go down before we leave for work." She nodded and gave him a wistful smile, wishing for the millionth time that she had stayed with Mulder in Vegas rather than going with CSM and getting shot. All she wanted was to hoist herself up into his arms, wrap her legs around his waist, and sink her body down onto his thick cock. After being sexual inactive for this long, she was going to be very tight again and she couldn't wait to see the look on his face when he sank fully into her again.
"Fourteen more days," she whispered, not realizing she was voicing the words that was running through her head.
"I'd wait a lot longer for you, you know that, don't you?" He asked, putting his finger under her chin and lifting her head up until she was looking into his eyes. There were droplets of water on her eyelashes and he wanted to kiss the drops away but he held back. "I'm going to make it so good for you, Dana. I promise."
"You already have, Mulder. I wish you'd believe that."
"I do but I want this to be even better. I swear, I will be better."
She smiled and handed him his bar of soap. "That's sweet, but just remember that I married you, not a version of you that you think is better.
"Alright, step aside, this is getting way too mushy for a morning shower."
She stepped to the back of the shower and let him hurry through his routine and then she finished bathing once he'd gotten out and started drying his hair. She paused for a few minutes and just listened to him move around the bathroom and bedroom, smiling whenever she caught him mumbling to himself. She hadn't really ever taken the time to realize how comforting domesticity sounded.
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13 Days Later
Mulder waved goodbye to Scully as she stomped up the steps to her parent's home; her father was back in town and she wanted to help her mother cook his Welcome Home dinner and then spend the evening with him. What she had thought would be a perfect chance for them to finally get to know Mulder better was completely ruined when Mulder simply frowned and refused the invitation.
Looking back on it now, he still couldn't help but cringe at the fight that had ensued...
"I've got some things to get done, besides—you'll have a better time without me there." He had said, hoping he didn't burst into flames from the anger shooting from her eyes.
"Just what the hell do you have to do that so damn important that you can't do this for me?" She asked, her brows furrowing downwards as her hands came up to rest on her hips.
"I do have a life, Scully, and I've made commitments." He would have done better cutting out his own tongue and staying silent.
"Commitments? I'm a commitment, I'm your life, Mulder."
"You're a part of it, yes."
"Is this about a case?"
The entire situation was already out of hand and instead of coming up with his own lie and risk making it unbelievable, he decided to go with the story she was feeding him. "Yes, I have to meet with an informant. I don't know how long it'll take and I don't know if it's legitimate so I didn't want to bother you with it. I know how you feel about this sort of thing so I thought it best not to involve you."
"How kind of you to make that decision for me." She snapped.
"Can we just drop this, Scully? You know you don't want to come with me so I don't see what the problem is. God, you've at my throat all damn week." He said as he rubbed the back of his neck nervously.
She squinted her eyes at him and balled her hands up into tight fists. She felt her stomach roll and she shoved by him and went into the bathroom off the living room, slamming the door shut and turning on the sink faucet full blast so he couldn't hear her getting sick. It had been years since she'd gotten physically sick because of an argument; she hated the feeling of weakness and helplessness raking through her body as she emptied her stomach in the toilet.
Once her stomach was empty, she rinsed her mouth out and washed her face, frowning at her pale face. She sighed and pinched her cheeks until the color returned to her face before she left the bathroom and rejoined Mulder in the living room. She avoided making eye contact with him, not wanting him to know that she'd been sick. "You can drop me off at my parents' house on your way to meet your informant."
It was a simple statement, giving him precisely what he wanted but the way she said it made it clear that this situation was far from anything he wanted. "Scully, you just..." he started and then sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as hard as he could bear, "you just don't understand... right now."
"You wanted to drop it, so it's dropped. Can we just not talk?" She snapped as she grabbed her small purse off the dining room table and walked towards to the garage door. He slammed his hand down hard against the kitchen counter and while the noise made Scully jump and turn back to look at him, the usual concern she had for him was gone and all that was reflected from her eyes was cold indifference.
He grabbed his wallet and car keys off the kitchen counter and followed her out into the garage. When they got into the car and buckled up, he glanced over at her. "It's just dinner, Scully." He said quietly before cranking the car and pulling out of the garage.
It wasn't far to her parent's home and he was pulling into their driveway 10 minutes later. They hadn't spoken on the way over and he almost wished she'd just cry instead of sitting there acting like she didn't give a damn anymore. He slid the car into park but didn't turn the ignition off; they sat quietly for a few minutes, just staring at her parents' porch. She pushed open her car door and unbuckled. "Will you ever choose family over a case?" She whispered before stepping out and closing the door.
He watched her walk up the stairs and go into the house without knocking. He wondered what it felt like having parents like that—a family who would be okay with you just walking in without knocking first. If he went to visit his mother, he'd have to call her a couple days ahead of time, call her before he drove up there, and he would definitely need to ring the doorbell and wait for her to let him in. He didn't even know what having a family felt like, so how the hell was he was supposed to know how to treat his wife's family?
He growled and punched the steering wheel as hard as he could. He wrenched the car into reverse and floored it out of the driveway and rushed out of the neighborhood. He glanced at his watch and increased his speed his speed until he got on the interstate and headed straight for the international airport.
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Mulder pulled the car into the short-term parking lot and ran into the airport, flashing his badge at a security guard that immediately started walking towards him. He walked up to the purchasing desk and tapped his foot nervously until a salesman waved him up to the desk.
"What have you got leaving for England? London airport."
The salesman typed in some information and pointed to the screen to show all the available flights out; Mulder glanced through the options and picked the earliest departure he could for the following day. "First class, round trip, returning 6 days later."
The salesman typed some more and pulled up the complete booking information and gave Mulder the total. "May I have your credit card, sir?"
"Actually, I'll be paying in cash." Mulder said as he glanced behind him and dug a thick, unmarked envelope out of his breast pocket and laid it on the counter.
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Thanks for reading! It may not seem like much of an update now but just wait. And good news, I actually wrote a large piece of chapter 29 (and even some of chapter 30) before I realized I hadn't written chapter 28 first, so your next update shouldn't be too far away. There will only be 30 chapters in this story, so we are nearly at the end... thank god!
