Six am on a Saturday wasn't too bad, Mulder thought as he poured himself a cup of hot coffee from his newly acquired automatic coffee maker. He smiled at the white ceramic mug he held in his hand before he took his first sip of the day.
It was a gift from Scully, and it had instantly become his favorite. In black lettering across the front, it read:
Dearly beloved we are gathered here today,
to get through this thing called life.
xo,
Prince
Mulder leaned against the kitchen counter, settling into the morning quietness. Mornings had suddenly become less dreadful. Maybe it was because they were actual mornings and not extensions of the nightmares he endured while sleep escaped him.
A soft thud against his apartment door beckoned him toward the entrance. He lazily walked to the front door, undoing the lock, he opened the door and picked up the securely wrapped newspaper sitting against the edge of the door frame. He took a quick glance up and down the hallway (force of habit) then shut the door behind him.
Mulder tucked the newspaper under his armpit and took his coffee and his thoughts to the couch. The sun was in its golden hour. He could see the soft hues of pink and Orange filter through his blinds, it was times like these he wished he had a balcony.
He opened up the paper and skipped the usual front page doom and gloom and went straight to the sports section. Taking a sip of coffee first then he laid flat the sports section across his coffee table placing his coffee cup on one page while he found the baseball box scores on the page adjacent to his mug. He loved the way the numbers created patterns across the page, it was like a numeric symphony playing in his head every time he studied them.
He chuckled to himself at the recent memory of Scully giving him a hard time about working on a Saturday. He had them scrolling through old box scores. Well, he scrolled, she fetched, and then he got a wild hair and left her there.
God, he wondered why she ever put up with him.
Put up with him she did-but he swore to make it up to her that very night, (which he did) and that night had ended up being one of the best nights of his life. And now, thanks to that Saturday, his new Saturdays were much different.
A warm smile hijacked his face as he remembered his arms wrapped around her. The closeness of their bodies radiated heat between them. A heat that only intensified with every touch, every giggle that escaped her mouth, every sway of their hips in tandem. Swinging the bat together wasn't as easy as he thought it would be, but it sure was nice to have his arms around her.
It was always nice to have his arms around her.
He studied the scores for another thirty minutes. Some stats he had easily predicted, while others had left him surprised.
The outliers. Those were the numbers he liked to circle.
As he sat on the couch, hunched over, fixated on the sports section, a small movement in his peripheral vision caught his eye. When he looked up, his bedroom door swung open, and out she stepped.
Scully.
There she was, standing between the bedroom door frame, wearing nothing but his Oxford blue alma mater sweatshirt.
Just, his Oxford sweatshirt.
His eyes freely took in what his heart had already been accustomed to. His sweatshirt came just below her ass and when she moved her arm up to rub the sleep out of her eyes, he got a nice peek below. He swallowed hard as he recalled her naked body straddled across his, rocking above him last night, riding him until their bodies reached their climax. And now, half-naked, she suddenly reminded him of how much he needed her, desired her.
Loved her.
If she was trying to drive him nuts with the sight of her, mission accomplished.
"Heyyyy," Mulder piped up, leaning back against the couch his bare chest exposed and his cotton pajama bottoms resting at his hips, not a concern one that his semi-hard on would be easily seen.
"That sweatshirt looks awfully good on you G-woman."
"What? This old thing," Scully said, pulling at the bottom hem, teasing him as she walked toward him, her hips swinging with every languid step she took.
"Mulder?" she said in a tone strikingly familiar to their playful banter. A game they played so well with one another. Every cell in his body responded to her voice. He bit his bottom lip in response and he watched her eyes dart to his mouth.
"Hmm," He hummed, half-drunk at the sight of her.
"Are you checking the box scores on a Saturday again?" She asked as she took a seat on his lap.
He moved his thighs slightly higher, forcing her into his chest and she wrapped her arms around his neck as she tilted forward. He couldn't help but notice the tint of pale pink on her cheeks and how much it complemented her smooth creamy complexion. Her lips were full, begging to be kissed, again and again. But as much as he wanted to dive right in, he wanted to play their game a little bit more.
"I am," he said with a gruffness in his voice that caused Scully to squirm in his lap, and his semi-hard-on was quickly becoming a full-fledged hard-on.
Scully leaned in and she playfully tapped his bare chest with her index finger, nodding her head she spoke in her playful tone again, the one that sent his body into overdrive, "The last time you were checking the box scores, you left me by myself and I was very…," she peppered him with small kisses as she spoke, "...sad Mulder."
"I know babe, and If I recall, I made it up to you that night, in more ways than one," he said with a roguish smile.
"Yes, you did, in many ways, three ways to be exact," she said.
Mulder remembered it all very well. A fine accomplishment indeed. Scully came, not once, not twice but three times that night. He smirked at the thought of his sexual prowess.
Scully slowly pushed her body away from him then carefully maneuvered one leg over his lap, straddling him as she did so.
"Well, you know what that means, don't you?" She said, leaning in to kiss his neck. She made her way to his ear and with her tongue she licked at his ear, slowly engulfing his earlobe in her mouth. Mulder shivered as her mouth and tongue explored his skin.
"It means I have a record to beat," he said as he moved his hands up her thighs past her hips, and finally under his Oxford blue sweatshirt.
She giggled as his hands roamed freely around her naked body. He loved every inch of her, for six years he had restricted access. But now, now he had unlimited access he would never get tired of exploring.
Scully reached for the hem of the sweatshirt, "let me take this off," she whispered as she met his forehead with hers.
"No, keep it on," He responded. And she obliged.
The idea of Scully wearing his college sweatshirt did something to him. He felt like he belonged to her, and she belonged to him.
A piece of his past was somehow ceremoniously becoming part of his present. And Scully wearing it only solidified what he had known from the very minute he turned around and saw her standing in his office six years ago. She would be his future.
"You have work to do G-man," Scully said as she continued to chase his lips with hers.
"Ohhhh, don't you worry your pretty little head," he said.
His inability to wait any longer forced him to action. He stood from the couch lifting her up with him. She giggled as he secured her to his body by grabbing her bottom tightly and she instinctively responded by hooking her legs around his waist.
"You know Scully, I was once considered an outlier, you know what they say about outliers."
"No, I don't actually, what do they say?"
"You'll find out soon enough," Mulder said as he whisked her away to his bedroom, ready to beat his average.