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A Sleepy Sunday

Story based on this image and written for @thursdayinspace who asked someone to write a fic to go with it.

It’s the loss of her body that disturbs him more than the phone ringing and her talking in hushed tones. His arm automatically reaches out for her, Mulder’s eyes remaining closed, his body rolling over to her side of the bed. Scully looks over from her call and watches his body looking for hers, his lean back stretched out over the bed, his nose now buried in her pillow. The grin on her face grows and she has to ask her Mother to repeat what she’d just asked because the sight of a sleepy naked Mulder is arresting. She wonders if he has some sort of homing beacon powers, feeling herself drawn back to the bed, taking a seat next to him as she finishes her call. 

Perched on the edge of the bed she feels his fingers softly scratching against her bare leg, happy to have made contact with her body once more. Scully ends the call with her mother by saying a robotic goodbye, too enthralled by the feel of Mulder’s hair through her hands as she gently caresses him. 

Mulder doesn’t make out much of the conversation, his body relaxed the moment he felt her presence near his once more. Scully’s hands idly scratching through his hair is enough to lull him back to sleep, but he fights it to ask her about the early morning phone call. A mumbled “whommhmmda,” emerges from Mulder’s pillow and Scully moves her head closer to hear him better, the oversized shirt riding up higher and exposing her legs. 

“That was my Mom telling me she’s not going to Mass this morning.” 

Mulder makes an intrigued grunt in response, while his hand has managed to find its way to Scully’s thigh and has begun its exploration. 

With a hitch in her voice Scully continues to talk, “the roads are icy, so it looks like I’m on my own for Church today.”

Whether Scully had any real intention of going could not be ascertained but the hopeful plea in Mulder’s voice when he utters the question “stay,” is so endearing the thought of leaving him alone in bed seems blasphemous. 

Scully makes a show of umming and ahhing until Mulder’s hand reaches her cunt, and then she gasps “okay.”

With a quick turn Mulder rolls himself onto his back and deftly positions Scully so she’s straddling his head. The speed and dexterity in which he accomplishes this maneuver is impressive, but before Scully can accuse him of faking being sleepy his mouth is on her and she’s lost all use of her cognitive faculties. Using the bed frame to balance herself better, Scully grinds her pussy against Mulder’s face, the heat and the friction causing an amazing sensation. One of Mulder’s hands makes its way up the large T-shirt and finds a nipple to torture while he deftly nibbles at her clit. It doesn’t take long for Scully to be overpowered by the pull of her orgasmic release, bucking hard into Mulder’s face as she comes with a sharp cry to God. 

It’s a few minutes before she realizes she’s still sitting on Mulder’s face, her body slumped forward and Mulder happily kissing her inner thigh. Moving herself off him, she apologizes for smothering him, but Mulder’s contented grin tell her he was more than comfortable with the position. Mulder tugs on the end of Scully’s t-shirt, one of his old basketball shirts, and wipes her juices off his face. Wordlessly, he guides her body into his side- her face tucked towards his neck, her legs intertwined with his. Mulder hisses as her cold feet make contact with his calves, grabbing the blanket to cover them both up. Once settled he rests his chin on her head with a contented sigh, his arms wrap around her making a warm nest. Any thought either of them had about continuing their sexual activities is pushed aside in favor of napping in their snuggly position. The world melts away from them as they enjoy this momentary reprieve from the chaos of their every day lives. 

Later, he’ll enter her at a slow languid rate. Making love to her in the luxurious manner of two people who have all the time in the world and an intense desire to enjoy one another’s bodies. When Mulder thrusts into her hard enough to make her breath gasp and her body shudder, Scully will see the endless depths of devotion and love he feels for her. Her cries of ecstasy will reverberate into his soul and assure him more than her words ever could, that with him is where she wants to be. 

Later, they’ll talk about finally making it out of the apartment for brunch, but will settle for coffee and preserves on toast- because leaving their bubble on a quiet Sunday seems like too great of sacrifice. They’ll do laundry and the other mundane life tasks, enjoying each other’s company as they do their menial errands. Mulder will appreciate how comfortable he is in Scully’s presence, wondering how to broach the subject of getting out of the car and carving out a slice of normalcy together. 

But for now they’ll stay in bed, lulled to sleep in each other's arms. The coziest two people enjoying their well earned Sunday morning sleep in. 

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For today's lunchtime porn, how are we feeling about some angry!sex? (Lunch breaks are for writing smut, aren't they?)

Whatever he’d expected when she showed up at his door that night, it hadn’t been this.

She’d looked so angry when she’d stormed in, tossing a file folder onto the small table by the window, telling him, fury in her eyes, “Here’s your fucking autopsy report. Don’t even bother reading it. I didn’t find a damned thing.” He’d felt bad for not listening to her. He’d still tried to argue his point.

And now here they are, on their knees on a creaky motel bed, the frame rattling as he pounds into her from behind. Her hands are gripping the slats of the headboard, bracing herself as she pushes back against him, and he holds onto her hips and doesn’t hold anything back.

“All day I spent in that morgue,” she pants, “all for nothing.”

He groans. She can’t let it go, even now. “It was our best lead and you know it.”

“No, Mulder.” She gasps as he hits a particularly good spot, but it’s not enough to make her let this go. “What I know is that I told you there was nothing there. And I was right.”

“Fuck,” he growls, and changes his angle until he gets her where she needs it on every thrusts, determined to make her beg for more. “You could have just as easily been wrong.”

“But I wasn’t. Oh god.” She drops her head and moans. “Harder.”

Irritation spikes in his chest. “I can’t fucking go any harder.”

“Seriously?” She throws him a look over her shoulder. Her face is flushed, and he can see she’s enjoying this. “I spent hours wasting my time on one of your insane hunches, and this is all you’ve got?”

He clenches his teeth and reaches one hand up to grab the headboard for leverage as every last shred of control falls away. He drives into her with a force he didn’t know he was capable of, and finally she lets go as well, rewarding his efforts with the most beautiful sounds he has ever heard. “You want it like this?” he asks, his voice rough. “Then fucking take it.”

“Yes,” she breathes, “That’s better.”

They’ll break the bed, he thinks, and she can explain that on their expense report. She’s the one who asked for this. He holds her in place with his free arm slung around her and, with his last functioning brain cells, wonders if this should feel as good as it does. “God, Scully,” he manages, and she moans out loud.

“A little more, just—” She slips a hand between her thighs and he knows she’s close, and he’s relieved because he honestly doesn’t know how much longer he can keep this up.

But he will make her come, and he will make her come from this. He’ll make it so good for her she’ll be too fucked out and orgasm-high to continue this stupid argument. He doesn’t know why he thinks that will mean he’s won, but he’s not thinking straight, so it doesn’t matter.

She comes hard, crying out loud enough for the neighbors two doors down to hear her. He falls over the edge right along with her, ramming himself into her as deep as he can go, filling her up as the world fades to black for a second.

As reality swims back into focus, he’s on his back with her half draped across him, and he’s exhausted, but it feels amazing. “Holy shit, Scully,” he says, and she laughs softly against his chest.

“Yeah. I think that sums it up.”

“That was…”

“A very good end to a very long day?” she suggests, and he cards a hand through her hair and leans up to kiss her forehead.

“Are you…are you okay?”

“Better than okay.” She sighs. “I don’t really remember what we were fighting about, to be honest.”

“You were angry because I made you do that autopsy—” He bites his lip, mentally kicking himself for bringing it up again.

She raises her head to give him a dark look. “Oh. Right. The one I repeatedly told you would be entirely pointless.”

He closes his eyes and puts one hand over his face. “Scully…”

“I mean, seriously, what were you even hoping to find…”

He groans. He should have known better than to think he could win this one, but he’s definitely not ready to give up.

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Mulder becomes a Scully

Dana was unhappy, this much Bill knew from the moment she’d arrived. It was her first Christmas after she had recovered from her cancer and she was about to be an aunt, this should have been a jubilant holiday. 

Bill was on edge about becoming a father, with Tara’s delivery overdue his nerves were frayed and he wished his father’s stoic presence was there. Bill tried his best to rally his little sister, begged her to be present with them, but in every encounter she seemed a million miles away. 

Bill knew it was more than this mysterious case and that little girl she seemed to latch onto. He wanted to blame her Partner, that he was dragging her away from them; but the hardest fact to face was that this was all of Dana’s own doing, her choice to keep a moat between her and them. Each time he reached out to her, he felt like he was rejected; and it frustrated him to see her so withdrawn.

Bill did not understand how or why Dana was trying to adopt this previously unknown child. The thought that it could be her biological daughter made him dizzy, but a big part of him wanted this for her. This could be the blessing she needed to get her life on track and away from her FBI work. 

Bill was honored to support his sister in the adoption hearing, speaking honestly of her capacity to care for others and her ability to provide a stable home. As a Naval Officer and a blood relative, he hoped his testimony would hold more weight. 

On leaving the judge’s quarters, Bill was shocked to see Fox Mulder there, ready to be a character witness. Dana’s boss had provided a glowing reference for her via phone already and Bill could only wonder at the fact the man flew across the country to be there for her. 

With a scold and a sigh, Bill resented the man’s presence, ready to send him packing the moment he was done helping Dana. With one fierce look Maggie Scully informed Bill he would be doing no such thing and begrudgingly he had no recourse but to accept his fate.

Perhaps Bill would have remained sullen and cold, but that it was like a switch had been flicked on and suddenly Dana had arrived with them. So Bill endured his presence if only to get to spend time with his sister and for that he was rewarded. At dinner Dana was animated, laughing as Tara told her of her pregnancy war stories. Bill wanted to attribute her change in mood to her adoption proceedings looking more positive, but his wife knew better.  

“It’s him Bill. I don’t know what’s going on between them, but you need to work out how to make peace with him or else you’re going to lose her.”

Bill wanted to hold a grudge, but it was clear Fox Mulder would do anything for his sister so there was no question as to where he would be staying while he was in town. 

That night Dana was surprised to find Tara struggling to reach the clean towels in the linen closet as she went upstairs to put her paperwork away. Dana intercepted it for her with a questioning look. 

“It’s for Fox.”

Dana smiled as her brother walked over with some spare bedding and a pillow stacking it on to Scully’s arms. 

“Here you go short stuff,” Bill said with a razz in his voice, knowing his sister was poking her tongue out from behind the pile of linen. Placing them all in her room, Scully stopped in to say ‘thank you’ to Bill and Tara for letting Mulder stay with them. 

Bill didn’t mean to tear up as she hugged him but he felt connected to her in a way that had been missing for so long. Helping Tara to bed, the women laughed as Bill played nurse maid with Tara’s pillows, building a retaining wall to keep her partially upright. 

Grabbing Dana’s hand, Tara assured Dana that Fox was welcomed to stay here anytime. 

Bill nodded in silent confirmation, and Dana beamed at them both. 

The days ahead were filled with melodrama; Dana’s child battled for her health in the same hospital Tara struggled with a complicated delivery. Finally Mathew was born and sweet Emily passed away, Uncle Bill seeing her one last time through the glass window as she slept in her coma.

Holding his son in his arms Bill felt the weight of what his sister had lost and he wondered how she would ever carry on. 

The service for the little girl was brief. The family sat through Mass and once again, Bill watched Dana pull away from her family. A part of him wondered if losing a child you didn’t know about hurt as much as one you knew from inception, but his heart told him that the Scully family was wired to love their offspring no matter what. Whether he understood how or why the child came into being no longer mattered, Bill was there to mourn the loss of his young niece.  

As Bill left Dana behind in the church he wished she’d reconsider driving back with them, he needed to know she was ok. It was the bouquet of flowers he saw Fox Mulder holding as he entered the church that calmed his mind. It was such an innocuous gesture amongst all the injustices that had taken place but it meant something. 

While Bill may never consider the man a friend, he could see that he was a safe place for his sister. For all of Fox Mulder’s faults he was the one she had chosen, and that made him de facto family. 

Dana insisted on taking a Red Eye back to D.C with Fox after the funeral. Stopping over at the house to pack their things, Fox waited on the porch for Scully to change clothes and finalize her luggage. 

Bill made his way out onto the porch and noticed that Mulder tensed his body as he saw him approach. A part of him enjoyed the fact that the man anticipated an uncomfortable confrontation, but Bill was there on a mission of peace. 

“Does she talk to you,” Bill asked, trying to keep his frustration at bay. 

“Only when she wants too,” Mulder replied with a shake of his head. 

Bill gave a knowing grunt and patted Mulder on the shoulder. 

“You look after her,” Bill said with a serious warning tone. 

“We look after each other,” Mulder replied with a cocky defiance that reminded Bill of why the man grated on him.

Before Bill could make his way into the house he heard Fox Mulder’s voice.

“Hey Bill, thanks for letting me stay, I appreciate it.”  

Mulder stood up and offered Bill his hand, it was a peace offering. 

“Any time,” Bill said with a firm shake and a nod. 

Maggie Scully and Dana arrived in time to witness the exchange but knew better than to mention anything. Instead, Dana hugged her brother longer than she had in years, telling him to send lots of pictures of her nephew. As Dana hugged her brother, Maggie gave Fox another hug goodbye and ordered him to come for dinner when they all got settled at home. 

Maggie and Bill watched as the rental car drove away, silently they both understood that Fox Mulder was now part of their family.

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Words: 7515 Fandom: The X-Files, Californication (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Hank Moody/Dana Scully, Fox Mulder/Dana Scully Characters: Hank Moody, Dana Scully, Fox Mulder, Melissa Scully Additional Tags: Minor Violence

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Scully is having a hard time after splitting from Mulder so she takes off to California to stay with Melissa and let loose.

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MSR Coded Cuddles

Source: Foxes in Love

@thursdayinspace I thought you’d enjoy some ‘Foxes in Love’, the Mulder and Scully warm snuggle edition.