Was it chem-sex?
Chem as the natural and evident chemistry bonding their hearts and souls? As the chemicals excreted by the fruits and intoxicating their bodies? Or as the whole scheme of the great Alchemist of the Universe?
All of that, certainly.
Whatever the causes or the reasons, whoever built the Rube Goldberg machine they were trapped in, their bodies had been put in motion to accomplish the fate that had fallen upon billions of couples since the birth of Adam and Eve.
Copulate, and, if miraculously lucky, procreate.
Of course, from their point of view, they were just exercising their free will, making their own choices, and expressing their deep connection by fusing their bodies together and reaching the heavenly skies of lovebirds.
No matter the truth behind the scene, this time, nothing, no animal, no weather-related event, no mishap, got in their way.
Mulder shutting the fuck up —he didn't want to once again fuck the mood up— Scully slowly kneeled in front of Mulder, the tip of her tongue following down the juicy track drawn on Mulder's belly. She felt bewitched by the melded flavors of Mulder's essence with the juice, and she wouldn't stop before tasting another variant of this unique nectar. She stole one half of the fruit from Mulder's hand, licked back and forth its flesh, then engulfed Mulder's penis in her mouth and slowly motioned her head and tongue, taking in the luscious sensations.
How much Mulder enjoyed letting Scully play along with his lower body, he wouldn't be able to last long in this foreplay —damn, his ankle couldn't stand this motionless erect position, and, to be honest, he was fearing to explode too soon.
"Scully," Mulder softly whispered, gently stroking her hair. "I know you're in charge, but can we just settle comfy? My ankle needs another Kama Sutra page."
Scully eyed him from below, still slowly toying with his glistening tip while grazing his balls, pondering his words.
"Mmmm," she moaned, not stopping her maddening attitude.
She was clearly teasing and testing him but he wouldn't flinch, certain her doctor mind would quickly resurface.
Then, popping out her toy, she agreed. "Sure… What about there?", pointing at a welcoming patch of mossy grass on their right.
"Fine for me," Mulder replied, letting Scully rise up, take him by the hand and lead him the way.
Down the natural mattress they took their time and turns, satiating their hunger and thirst, and triggering pleasure all over their skins.
Mulder had thought he wasn't a food fetish and never been an amateur of orgiastic clichés in adult VHSs, but he was revisiting his taste in the domain. He had got a prior lonely ecstatic experience hours ago when devouring those fucking good apples, and now he was finding out it had just been a forestaste of expanded pleasures when combined with Scully's flesh and fluids —especially between her folds.
They ate up the whole bunch of fruits Mulder had brought in his pockets as they steered each other's bodies to the edge of their final release multiple times, stilling the clock as long as possible before starting the end game they wished to play as a team.
When it was about time, they settled in a face to face and eyes into eyes position, legs over shoulders, as Mulder pushed into Scully. They both sensed a need to speed to the finish line but they restrained their haste, slowing the pace of their back and forth moves, while stroking and stimulating what would be at hand's or lip's reach.
Then, as her chanting moans rose loud and upwards the canopy, Scully brushed Mulder's hand on her clit, her signal allowing him to let go. Crossing the blissful line first, still quivering and panting and vocalizing, Scully waited for Mulder to rejoin her, craving now to feel and welcome his release.
She thought of her attempted IVF, of Emily and her hopes and griefs, then, as Mulder was spilling his seeds inside her, she felt blessed and fancied the possibility of a miracle —for all seemed so transcendental and prodigious, for they were the only and first human beings in paradise, their love greater and stronger than it had never been, and, also, because the chip in her neck buzzed and whispered she had to believe.