The Domino Effect Part 15
Headers and Disclaimers in Part One
When Scully returned the next morning, Mulder was
sitting in the recliner, sipping some ginger ale.
"Well, I wasn't expecting this." She entered the
room with a huge smile, pleased that her partner was
out of bed. She leaned forward and kissed him
deeply, savoring the ginger taste on his lips.
"Got tired of lying around so I thought I'd have my
breakfast here," Mulder explained. "The view's not
that great and the food isn't much better, but it'll
have to do. Things definitely started looking up
when you walked in." His hands reached for her
fingers.
"So, what did you eat?" Scully looked at the tray.
"A few of my old favorites like beef broth and
strawberry jello. I hear that if I'm a good boy, I
may get chicken noodle soup for lunch." He waggled
his eyebrows. She laughed. Yes, he was definitely
on his way back to being her usual Mulder.
"Looks like you have been a good boy. I don't see
anything left. So, I guess since you were able to
get this down you're feeling better?" she asked
hopefully.
"Yes, I am."
"Any more pain?"
"Not a bit since you left last night. My temperature
is normal. My back and stomach are still sore but
much improved. They took some blood earlier, and the
verdict is still out on that, but for the most part
it looks like I just need to get my strength back,"
Mulder reported, trying to pull her in closer.
"I'm so glad you're feeling better."
"Not half as much as I am. I think I'm ready to get
back in bed now." She could see him tiring again,
reminding her that he had a way to go yet before he
was back up to par.
"No sense in wearing yourself out. Do you need any
help?"
"Um, this is a little embarrassing, but could you
move that uh . . .that thing?"
"The urine collection bag? Not a problem and it is
not embarrassing."
He gave her a wry smile. "Well, embarrassing or not,
I'll be glad to see it go." Mulder climbed back into
bed slowly, giving in to his sore muscles. He sighed
with relief as he sagged back into the pillows.
"You should be getting rid of it soon." Scully
informed him as she hung the bag on the side of the
bed.
"Let's hope so. Come here." He snagged her hand,
pulling her over.
"What, Mulder?"
"I just like having you close." He moved over and
patted the space beside him.
"Mulder, I'd love to climb in with you, but you need
your rest and I don't think you'd keep that in mind
with us being so close. I need you to get your full
strength back for our visit to Destin."
"Scullee. . ."
"Quit whining, Mulder. Besides, you should remember
how busy hospitals are in the morning. Your doctors
will stop by and probably order tests. The nurses
will want the aids to give you a nice bed bath and
change your bed . . ."
"Okay, okay. I get the picture. Did you pack some
sweats or pajama bottoms for me to wear in case I do
get rid of this torture device today?"
"Yes, I did, along with a change of clothes to go
home in when you're discharged. Hopefully tomorrow,"
she emphasized.
"I like the way you think."
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Mulder was back in his room at the hotel. Scully had
gone to find a pair of scissors to cut off the
hospital bracelets around his right wrist. The
sooner all traces of that place were removed the
better. He couldn't wait to begin his voyage of
Scully discovery at Skinner's condo. His heart did a
little giddy flip at the thought of what delights lay
ahead. Still, he tamped down thinking about it too
much. They needed to take this one step at a time.
It wouldn't do to screw it up by acting like an
overenthusiastic puppy.
Skinner had already said his goodbyes earlier at the
hospital where he had happily given them the key to
his condo. After a short visit with Karen Bower, the
AD left to catch a flight back to the cold, snowy,
Nation's Capital.
"There you go, Mulder." Scully cut off the plastic
bands then handed him a bottle of water. "Drink up.
Remember, the doctor wants you to drink lots of
water."
Mulder unscrewed the top and drank almost half of the
water in a couple of gulps. Scully nodded her
approval and came around to the other side of the
bed, kicking her shoes off.
Mulder excitedly held the covers up while she slid in
beside him. This was somewhat unexpected. "Mmm, you
feel good," he whispered, putting the water bottle on
the bedside table. He turned back around and pulled
her closer. "I think it's time to practice."
"Practice?" Scully questioned, confused.
"Kissing. Don't you remember?"
"Oh, now that you mention it, I think I do," she
purred, stroking his face.
They kissed deeply and hungrily. Both of them were
breathing hard when they broke apart.
"Um, I think your technique is wonderful. I don't
think we need any more practice," Scully decided.
"Perhaps not since I can't see any room for
improvement on your part either. I guess we can by-
pass the warm-up and go straight in without a net."
He smiled broadly and then covered her mouth with his
own again.
After several minutes of intense kissing, Scully
broke away.
"What's wrong?" Mulder already missed the feel of
her lips.
"I think we need to slow this down. You've only been
out of the hospital for an hour and you need to rest
up."
"Oh, I am resting up." He emphasized the last word,
grinding into her.
Parts of him were certainly up to speed and raring to
go, she mused. "I noticed, but I don't want to do
anything that would jeopardize your recovery."
"I think I'll be in jeopardy if we don't continue,
not to mention downright uncomfortable," he groaned,
his breathing coming in heavy pants.
Scully's hand found its way under his shirt where she
began to caress his still tender abdomen and chest.
When he didn't flinch she continued her exploration
to more pleasingly sensitive areas. He was gasping a
little now as he leaned into her touch.
"I'm still a little sore, but I think a little
movement might help to work the kinks out." He began
placing light kisses all along her jawbone and down
her neck. Oh boy, she needed more skin.
"Um, some movement might be good," she agreed,
pulling his shirt over his head and off. "But, I
wouldn't want to spoil our trip to Destin by
practicing everything before we get there."
Mulder began to slowly unbutton her blouse. "Not a
chance of practicing everything. I've been waiting
almost seven years for this little rehearsal and the
many moves I have in mind will need a lot of detailed
choreography."
He pulled her blouse off and tossed it on the floor
where it landed on top of his t-shirt.
"So, you're going to be the director?" she asked.
"Co-director," he informed her, kissing her once
again.
"Yes, co-director," Scully agreed between kisses.
Their hands began to roam and explore. "Let's get
this production started."
"Great idea. Should we continue with Act I or
advance to Act II?"
"Definitely Act II."
"Act II of the Mulder-Scully production is now in
full rehearsal," he announced, deftly unhooking her
bra.
"Any directions for me?" Scully moved so that he
could pull the undergarment away, his eyes widening
with pure love and lust at the sight or her bared
skin. He almost cried at her beauty.
"Just tell me you love me and let me show you my
love."
"Yes, try stopping me," Scully agreed breathlessly.
"I love you."
Mulder kissed her once again, then all thought of
patience or direction flew out the window.
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On a plane making its way to Washington, DC, Walter
Skinner relaxed and thought of his two agents fondly,
then remembered to make a note to find out who won
the Mulder-Scully office pool. He was sure it was
his for the taking, though. He'd made a special
effort to enter it earlier when he'd realized that
they were becoming much closer, and it didn't hurt to
be in the position of matchmaker either.
He sat back and pondered what he would do with his
winnings. Maybe he could buy them an extra week of
time at his condo. It would make a great wedding
gift.
End Part 15
Headers and Disclaimers in Part One
When Scully returned the next morning, Mulder was
sitting in the recliner, sipping some ginger ale.
"Well, I wasn't expecting this." She entered the
room with a huge smile, pleased that her partner was
out of bed. She leaned forward and kissed him
deeply, savoring the ginger taste on his lips.
"Got tired of lying around so I thought I'd have my
breakfast here," Mulder explained. "The view's not
that great and the food isn't much better, but it'll
have to do. Things definitely started looking up
when you walked in." His hands reached for her
fingers.
"So, what did you eat?" Scully looked at the tray.
"A few of my old favorites like beef broth and
strawberry jello. I hear that if I'm a good boy, I
may get chicken noodle soup for lunch." He waggled
his eyebrows. She laughed. Yes, he was definitely
on his way back to being her usual Mulder.
"Looks like you have been a good boy. I don't see
anything left. So, I guess since you were able to
get this down you're feeling better?" she asked
hopefully.
"Yes, I am."
"Any more pain?"
"Not a bit since you left last night. My temperature
is normal. My back and stomach are still sore but
much improved. They took some blood earlier, and the
verdict is still out on that, but for the most part
it looks like I just need to get my strength back,"
Mulder reported, trying to pull her in closer.
"I'm so glad you're feeling better."
"Not half as much as I am. I think I'm ready to get
back in bed now." She could see him tiring again,
reminding her that he had a way to go yet before he
was back up to par.
"No sense in wearing yourself out. Do you need any
help?"
"Um, this is a little embarrassing, but could you
move that uh . . .that thing?"
"The urine collection bag? Not a problem and it is
not embarrassing."
He gave her a wry smile. "Well, embarrassing or not,
I'll be glad to see it go." Mulder climbed back into
bed slowly, giving in to his sore muscles. He sighed
with relief as he sagged back into the pillows.
"You should be getting rid of it soon." Scully
informed him as she hung the bag on the side of the
bed.
"Let's hope so. Come here." He snagged her hand,
pulling her over.
"What, Mulder?"
"I just like having you close." He moved over and
patted the space beside him.
"Mulder, I'd love to climb in with you, but you need
your rest and I don't think you'd keep that in mind
with us being so close. I need you to get your full
strength back for our visit to Destin."
"Scullee. . ."
"Quit whining, Mulder. Besides, you should remember
how busy hospitals are in the morning. Your doctors
will stop by and probably order tests. The nurses
will want the aids to give you a nice bed bath and
change your bed . . ."
"Okay, okay. I get the picture. Did you pack some
sweats or pajama bottoms for me to wear in case I do
get rid of this torture device today?"
"Yes, I did, along with a change of clothes to go
home in when you're discharged. Hopefully tomorrow,"
she emphasized.
"I like the way you think."
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Mulder was back in his room at the hotel. Scully had
gone to find a pair of scissors to cut off the
hospital bracelets around his right wrist. The
sooner all traces of that place were removed the
better. He couldn't wait to begin his voyage of
Scully discovery at Skinner's condo. His heart did a
little giddy flip at the thought of what delights lay
ahead. Still, he tamped down thinking about it too
much. They needed to take this one step at a time.
It wouldn't do to screw it up by acting like an
overenthusiastic puppy.
Skinner had already said his goodbyes earlier at the
hospital where he had happily given them the key to
his condo. After a short visit with Karen Bower, the
AD left to catch a flight back to the cold, snowy,
Nation's Capital.
"There you go, Mulder." Scully cut off the plastic
bands then handed him a bottle of water. "Drink up.
Remember, the doctor wants you to drink lots of
water."
Mulder unscrewed the top and drank almost half of the
water in a couple of gulps. Scully nodded her
approval and came around to the other side of the
bed, kicking her shoes off.
Mulder excitedly held the covers up while she slid in
beside him. This was somewhat unexpected. "Mmm, you
feel good," he whispered, putting the water bottle on
the bedside table. He turned back around and pulled
her closer. "I think it's time to practice."
"Practice?" Scully questioned, confused.
"Kissing. Don't you remember?"
"Oh, now that you mention it, I think I do," she
purred, stroking his face.
They kissed deeply and hungrily. Both of them were
breathing hard when they broke apart.
"Um, I think your technique is wonderful. I don't
think we need any more practice," Scully decided.
"Perhaps not since I can't see any room for
improvement on your part either. I guess we can by-
pass the warm-up and go straight in without a net."
He smiled broadly and then covered her mouth with his
own again.
After several minutes of intense kissing, Scully
broke away.
"What's wrong?" Mulder already missed the feel of
her lips.
"I think we need to slow this down. You've only been
out of the hospital for an hour and you need to rest
up."
"Oh, I am resting up." He emphasized the last word,
grinding into her.
Parts of him were certainly up to speed and raring to
go, she mused. "I noticed, but I don't want to do
anything that would jeopardize your recovery."
"I think I'll be in jeopardy if we don't continue,
not to mention downright uncomfortable," he groaned,
his breathing coming in heavy pants.
Scully's hand found its way under his shirt where she
began to caress his still tender abdomen and chest.
When he didn't flinch she continued her exploration
to more pleasingly sensitive areas. He was gasping a
little now as he leaned into her touch.
"I'm still a little sore, but I think a little
movement might help to work the kinks out." He began
placing light kisses all along her jawbone and down
her neck. Oh boy, she needed more skin.
"Um, some movement might be good," she agreed,
pulling his shirt over his head and off. "But, I
wouldn't want to spoil our trip to Destin by
practicing everything before we get there."
Mulder began to slowly unbutton her blouse. "Not a
chance of practicing everything. I've been waiting
almost seven years for this little rehearsal and the
many moves I have in mind will need a lot of detailed
choreography."
He pulled her blouse off and tossed it on the floor
where it landed on top of his t-shirt.
"So, you're going to be the director?" she asked.
"Co-director," he informed her, kissing her once
again.
"Yes, co-director," Scully agreed between kisses.
Their hands began to roam and explore. "Let's get
this production started."
"Great idea. Should we continue with Act I or
advance to Act II?"
"Definitely Act II."
"Act II of the Mulder-Scully production is now in
full rehearsal," he announced, deftly unhooking her
bra.
"Any directions for me?" Scully moved so that he
could pull the undergarment away, his eyes widening
with pure love and lust at the sight or her bared
skin. He almost cried at her beauty.
"Just tell me you love me and let me show you my
love."
"Yes, try stopping me," Scully agreed breathlessly.
"I love you."
Mulder kissed her once again, then all thought of
patience or direction flew out the window.
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On a plane making its way to Washington, DC, Walter
Skinner relaxed and thought of his two agents fondly,
then remembered to make a note to find out who won
the Mulder-Scully office pool. He was sure it was
his for the taking, though. He'd made a special
effort to enter it earlier when he'd realized that
they were becoming much closer, and it didn't hurt to
be in the position of matchmaker either.
He sat back and pondered what he would do with his
winnings. Maybe he could buy them an extra week of
time at his condo. It would make a great wedding
gift.
End Part 15