Against the World
So it’s late and I randomly had this idea. Just a short, smutty, angsty, post colonization story. Not betaed!
As his lips pass fleetingly over her lower stomach she just
stared at the brown canvas of the tent that is now their home.
She tried to count the days since the end of the world but when they hit 280 she didn’t care anymore. Outside the tent the sounds of the camp getting ready for the day got louder by the minute. She knew that they would need to get up and be ready in an hour but Mulder’s tongue was doing amazing things against her clit and she couldn’t find the strength to care.
Scully glanced down to see the top of his head between her legs. His hair was messy and standing up in all different directions and it made her smile. The few strands of grey had become a normal sight but still one that made her feel strange to see on Mulder. The stubble of his unshaven face scratched her thigh as his tongue swirled around the bundle of nerves that he was focused on.
She let out a small gasp and her fingers dig into his hair. It’s
only a few seconds after Mulder begins to move his fingers inside her, that
Scully comes hard. Her legs clamped down around his head and her whole body
shook with pleasure.
For that moment the world wasn’t dying and it was just she and Mulder, like always. But, as it is with these things, she comes down from the high and back to reality.
A reality that is filled with dirt, death, and fear.
The only way they have survived is with moments like these where they can forget that they don’t know the fate of their son, or their friends, or of her family. When they are alone it can feel like old times when it was just the two of them against the world. They can pretend that they don’t have any more worries than getting the X files audited. But it never lasts forever.
Mulder moves over her kissing her body on his way, moving faster than he’d like but knowing they are running short on time.
When his face appears above her Scully feels a lump form in
her throat and she runs her fingers over the lines of his face. He pushes into
her and her eyes close on reflex. Scully’s hands run from his face and down his
neck where she then runs her fingers through his familiar light chest hair.
She remembered how exciting it was when they first started having sex. Getting to know Mulder’s body after staring at it for years had been a thrill. Now it was just as wonderful in such a different way. Now she knew every inch of him well and it was like coming home.
The strong planes of his back, the swell of strength in his biceps, the tight muscles of his ass, and the silky texture of his hair were like a songs that she’d memorized long ago but still got lost in every time they played.
Even the sounds of their coupling were a familiar comfort to her. Mulder’s huffing breath, laced with occasional curses and moans, and the soft smacking of their bodies combined in a way that could take Scully back fifteen years ago to when things were simpler.
She wondered for a moment that maybe if she opened and closed her eyes she’s be seeing a young Fox Mulder over her with less lines on his face and no grey hair to mark the painful years that have flown by. Maybe she’d be young again too and they would finish and get ready to go to the Hoover building, unaware of what a mess things would become.
Scully could tell that she wasn’t going to come again but
wanted to enjoy the pleasant feeling of him moving inside her for a little
She didn’t say anything until she could tell that he was holding back.
“Come for me Mulder.” She said to him softly and he did.
He collapsed on her gently and held her close. Neither of them wanted to move again.
The day ahead of them would just be more moving. They would have to pack up the tent and all of their belongings and join the group of near strangers to move on to wherever they were going next.
So they took a little more time to just hold each other and live in their own little space for a minute longer. It had always been the two of them against the world. Some things never change.