As Scully's brain was full of doctor knowledge and her bag of useful medical stuff, taking care of the numerous Mulder's wounds and bad ankle had been a piece of cake for her —apparently nothing had been broken in his foot, but the sprain was severe and Mulder would just have to be patient and cautious during the healing process.
Scully felt more concerned about Mulder's temple injury, fearing the blow that had created a nasty and deep wound might have induced internal damage. It wasn't a completely rational fear because Mulder's fall had occurred many hours ago and he wasn't showing any worrying signs; yet, Scully couldn't help feeling anxious about Mulder's brain, his beautiful brain as she would characterize it. Since their first day together she had been appealed by Mulder's bright intelligence and unique way of thinking as well as his touching emotional traits, all of them she would essentially locate in his mind. She knew Mulder would disagree on this take and would invoke his guts and heart as equally important in the matter, but he couldn't win against neurosciences and Scully's medical studies.
So, when Scully was silently ruffling his hair over the state-of-the-art bandage she had just made, keeping her worried thoughts on the edge of her lips, Mulder clearly read Scully's concern through her sad eyes. In reaction, Mulder swallowed and took in a deep breath then half-opened his mouth, ready to seize this very moment to spill out the truth about his real deeper brain disease.
In this split second of Mulder's unavoidable hesitation, a close bird began to sing a loud and melodious serenade.
Mulder and Scully instantly looked up in the direction of the joyful melody, and, just like that or like a spell, both their thoughts and words vanished.
As they lowered their heads in sync and faced back each other, their ears still charmed by the bird song, lightness and warmth were wrapping them, all bits of worries disappeared.
"Damn, I think I'm terribly hungry," Mulder said, his gaze falling down to Scully's exposed breast.
When they had left the stream, Scully quivering in Mulder's arm, they had reached their dispatched clothes over the grass and Scully had loosely wiped drops off her skin with her shirt, letting the sun finish the job. They then had seated face to face on the thick grass, both naked but almost oblivious of it, and Scully had doctored Mulder.
"Me too," Scully replied, now conscious of Mulder's gaze over her bareness, her right hand sliding back and forth along the muscles of Mulder's left arm.
"What do we have?" Mulder asked, mindlessly grazing Scully's right nipple.
"Where do we start?" Scully answered back, her bright eyes plunged in his, her right hand now lingering on his upper thigh, so close to a more tempting and softer skin for her fingers.
"Take the lead, Scully," flickers in his eyes and a smirk on his lips.
Her right hand still caressing Mulder's thigh, Scully hunted through her backpack with her left.
"I have a few nutritious snacks left. The last ones, though," showing up four high-calorie bars.
"We'll have to fill our mouths with more, Scully," grabbing Scully's full right breast in his palm.
"Mmm… Indeed," biting her lower lip.
"Can think of many things, not completely appropriate… But I have a surprise, the perfect dessert," squeezing hard her breast.
"Oh? A surprise for me?" her nails scratching his flesh.
"For both of us," pinching her erect nipple.
"Really?" in a raucous whisper.
"Yeah, gorgeous and delicious fruits, kind of golden apples. They're in my coat pockets," leaving her breast and pointing out at his coat, a few meters away.
"Apples?" a disappointed tone in her voice.
"Yeah… And you know what? I think I'll take the lead, if you may agree. I have plenty of ideas on how to fulfill our different needs," he claimed, standing up and stepping to his coat.
"Lead and enlighten me, Mulder," her lustful sight on his goody, bobbling and half pointing up to the heavenly sky.
"Trust me, it'll be a feast."