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I'm really not interested in your tropes. Just a non-binary female nobody who would like to post her fics in peace. NSFW 18+ fanfiction blog (not always but there are some pieces here you should be aware of) Feel free to send me prompts. Main: scullysexual.  

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I've stopped posting fic here and have gone back to posting it on my main blog: @scullysexual. That blog is where you'll find all my recent fic.

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| sunday? | rewatching the series | season 1 | scully’s diary | conduit | words: 82 | click the title for the ao3 link | doodles by @burritoscully​ everything else belongs to me | in a collaboration with @burritoscully​. Please check out her addition to this episode when posted | 01x03: Squeeze |

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Going to test posting these on Sunday to see if they gain more traffic.

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EPISODE FOUR: Conduit (I Want To Believe)

The tape in her hand, Samantha Mulder’s file on her desk. Mulder staring at Ruby Morris’ photo, his hands clawing frantically at the rocks. The memory of a spooky story told during a storm and a twelve-year-old boy looking up accusingly at the sky.

“I want to believe” said on the tape, written on the poster, held in his heart.

Perhaps he is not some paranoid spook in the basement but a child carrying a story he does desperately wants to share.

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| sunday? | rewatching the series | season 1 | scully’s diary | conduit | words: 82 | click the title for the ao3 link | doodles by @burritoscully​ everything else belongs to me | in a collaboration with @burritoscully​. Please check out her addition to this episode when posted | 01x03: Squeeze |

@today-in-fic @mypanicface​

Going to test posting these on Sunday to see if they gain more traffic.

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EPISODE FOUR: Conduit (I Want To Believe)

The tape in her hand, Samantha Mulder’s file on her desk. Mulder staring at Ruby Morris’ photo, his hands clawing frantically at the rocks. The memory of a spooky story told during a storm and a twelve-year-old boy looking up accusingly at the sky.

“I want to believe” said on the tape, written on the poster, held in his heart.

Perhaps he is not some paranoid spook in the basement but a child carrying a story he does desperately wants to share.

[bigfootwrites]

In a collab with the wonderful @burritoscully. Please check out her art journal she has posted today and show your support by giving it a like/reblog. I promise you you won’t regret it.

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| sunday? | rewatching the series | season 1 | scully’s diary | conduit | words: 82 | click the title for the ao3 link | doodles by @burritoscully​ everything else belongs to me | in a collaboration with @burritoscully​. Please check out her addition to this episode when posted | 01x03: Squeeze |

@today-in-fic @mypanicface​

Going to test posting these on Sunday to see if they gain more traffic.

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EPISODE FOUR: Conduit (I Want To Believe)

The tape in her hand, Samantha Mulder’s file on her desk. Mulder staring at Ruby Morris’ photo, his hands clawing frantically at the rocks. The memory of a spooky story told during a storm and a twelve-year-old boy looking up accusingly at the sky.

“I want to believe” said on the tape, written on the poster, held in his heart.

Perhaps he is not some paranoid spook in the basement but a child carrying a story he does desperately wants to share.

[bigfootwrites]

| sunday? | rewatching the series | season 1 | scully’s diary | conduit | words: 82 | click the title for the ao3 link | doodles by @burritoscully​ everything else belongs to me | in a collaboration with @burritoscully​. Please check out her addition to this episode when posted | 01x03: Squeeze |

@today-in-fic @mypanicface​

Going to test posting these on Sunday to see if they gain more traffic.

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EPISODE FOUR: Conduit (I Want To Believe)

The tape in her hand, Samantha Mulder’s file on her desk. Mulder staring at Ruby Morris’ photo, his hands clawing frantically at the rocks. The memory of a spooky story told during a storm and a twelve-year-old boy looking up accusingly at the sky.

“I want to believe” said on the tape, written on the poster, held in his heart.

Perhaps he is not some paranoid spook in the basement but a child carrying a story he does desperately wants to share.

[bigfootwrites]

| every wednesday | rewatching the series | season 1 | scully’s diary | squeeze | words: 365 | click the title for the ao3 link | doodles by @burritoscully​ everything else belongs to me | in a collaboration with @burritoscully​. Please check out her addition to this episode when posted | 01x02: Deep Throat |

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EPISODE THREE: Squeeze (Always Have Your Back)

Her fingers soothe over the spot where the bile had fallen on her wrist, the faint yellow stain making her stomach turn.

A bag half-packed sits beside her. Outside, she can hear the commotion of officers as they take Mulder’s statement, similar to the one she gave them a few minutes ago.

It was Scully’s first experience having her home be violated and invaded like that. It made her skin crawl to recall it.

A soft knock against the bedroom door has her standing from her bed, continuing with her task of packing.

“Come in,” she gently calls.

Mulder appears looking around sheepishly, looking out of place.

“They’ve arrested Tooms,” he tells her. “He’s been charged for all the murders; 30s, 60s, now and he’s been charged for assault on a federal officer.”

Assault…the word rings in her ears.

“Good,” Scully says flatly.

She wonders if she should thank him. Is it expected of her to thank her partner for having her back or is it just a given?

“Mulder,” she calls, turning around and catching him before he leaves. “I’m glad I now know I can depend on you to have my back.”

He smiles, looking slightly bewildered.

“Of course, Scully. Your my partner, your safety in these investigations are paramount to me.”

She smiles, warmed by the confession.

“As is yours,” she responds in kind.

“Well,” says Mulder rubbing his hands on his pants. “Baltimore PD wants to take our official statements at the station. You ready?”

Scully nods, packing the final few items into the bag.

“I just need to change.”

“Of course.”

Mulder leaves, closing the door behind him. Scully peels off her clothes, shoving them into a plastic bag and hiding them from sight in her closet.

When she exits, Mulder is waiting for her. She eyes the area of the attack wondering if she’ll ever be able to stand there against without associating it with that event.

Mulder catches her staring.

“I promise to do all in my power not to make this a regular thing.”

Scully smiles, thinking if that is really something he was capable of promising but she says nothing, simply following him out the door.

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| every wednesday | rewatching the series | season 1 | scully’s diary | squeeze | words: 365 | click the title for the ao3 link | doodles by @burritoscully​ everything else belongs to me | in a collaboration with @burritoscully​. Please check out her addition to this episode when posted | 01x02: Deep Throat |

@today-in-fic @mypanicface​

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EPISODE THREE: Squeeze (Always Have Your Back)

Her fingers soothe over the spot where the bile had fallen on her wrist, the faint yellow stain making her stomach turn.

A bag half-packed sits beside her. Outside, she can hear the commotion of officers as they take Mulder’s statement, similar to the one she gave them a few minutes ago.

It was Scully’s first experience having her home be violated and invaded like that. It made her skin crawl to recall it.

A soft knock against the bedroom door has her standing from her bed, continuing with her task of packing.

“Come in,” she gently calls.

Mulder appears looking around sheepishly, looking out of place.

“They’ve arrested Tooms,” he tells her. “He’s been charged for all the murders; 30s, 60s, now and he’s been charged for assault on a federal officer.”

Assault…the word rings in her ears.

“Good,” Scully says flatly.

She wonders if she should thank him. Is it expected of her to thank her partner for having her back or is it just a given?

“Mulder,” she calls, turning around and catching him before he leaves. “I’m glad I now know I can depend on you to have my back.”

He smiles, looking slightly bewildered.

“Of course, Scully. Your my partner, your safety in these investigations are paramount to me.”

She smiles, warmed by the confession.

“As is yours,” she responds in kind.

“Well,” says Mulder rubbing his hands on his pants. “Baltimore PD wants to take our official statements at the station. You ready?”

Scully nods, packing the final few items into the bag.

“I just need to change.”

“Of course.”

Mulder leaves, closing the door behind him. Scully peels off her clothes, shoving them into a plastic bag and hiding them from sight in her closet.

When she exits, Mulder is waiting for her. She eyes the area of the attack wondering if she’ll ever be able to stand there against without associating it with that event.

Mulder catches her staring.

“I promise to do all in my power not to make this a regular thing.”

Scully smiles, thinking if that is really something he was capable of promising but she says nothing, simply following him out the door.

[bigfootwrites]

| every wednesday | rewatching the series | season 1 | scully’s diary | squeeze | words: 365 | click the title for the ao3 link | doodles by @burritoscully​ everything else belongs to me | in a collaboration with @burritoscully​. Please check out her addition to this episode when posted | 01x02: Deep Throat |

@today-in-fic @mypanicface​

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EPISODE THREE: Squeeze (Always Have Your Back)

Her fingers soothe over the spot where the bile had fallen on her wrist, the faint yellow stain making her stomach turn.

A bag half-packed sits beside her. Outside, she can hear the commotion of officers as they take Mulder’s statement, similar to the one she gave them a few minutes ago.

It was Scully’s first experience having her home be violated and invaded like that. It made her skin crawl to recall it.

A soft knock against the bedroom door has her standing from her bed, continuing with her task of packing.

“Come in,” she gently calls.

Mulder appears looking around sheepishly, looking out of place.

“They’ve arrested Tooms,” he tells her. “He’s been charged for all the murders; 30s, 60s, now and he’s been charged for assault on a federal officer.”

Assault…the word rings in her ears.

“Good,” Scully says flatly.

She wonders if she should thank him. Is it expected of her to thank her partner for having her back or is it just a given?

“Mulder,” she calls, turning around and catching him before he leaves. “I’m glad I now know I can depend on you to have my back.”

He smiles, looking slightly bewildered.

“Of course, Scully. Your my partner, your safety in these investigations are paramount to me.”

She smiles, warmed by the confession.

“As is yours,” she responds in kind.

“Well,” says Mulder rubbing his hands on his pants. “Baltimore PD wants to take our official statements at the station. You ready?”

Scully nods, packing the final few items into the bag.

“I just need to change.”

“Of course.”

Mulder leaves, closing the door behind him. Scully peels off her clothes, shoving them into a plastic bag and hiding them from sight in her closet.

When she exits, Mulder is waiting for her. She eyes the area of the attack wondering if she’ll ever be able to stand there against without associating it with that event.

Mulder catches her staring.

“I promise to do all in my power not to make this a regular thing.”

Scully smiles, thinking if that is really something he was capable of promising but she says nothing, simply following him out the door.

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As a companionship to my rewatch (personal rewatch) every Wednesday I’m going to be posting a fic to coinside with the episode I have watched previously. These will come in the form of missing scenes, post eps, and in-scene fics depending on what happens in the episode. The premise is simple in which what you are looking at is Scully’s diary from when she was fifteen written in her fifteen year old handwriting with her twenty-nine year old voice. The fics will be in third person with the diary entry being in first person and a shortened down version of the fic. They are not necessary to read, more there for artistic purposes.

| every wednesday | rewatching the series | season 1 | scully’s diary | the pilot | words: 212 | click the title for the ao3 link | doodles by @burritoscully​ everything else belongs to me |

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EPISODE ONE: THE PILOT

The candle engulfs the room in a vanilla scent. Mulder’s breath against her back, the heat of the flame warming that same area. Gooseflesh prickle her skin, the feel of his fingers brushing the hem of her underwear out of the way.

Dana is aware of how this looks, she’s been here before but this time is not like those times, she swore to herself she wouldn’t do this again. She hopes to keep that promise. No longer the student wanting to please, no longer the girl making stupid mistakes. She was an adult this time round, this was a job, the cost was too expensive, she must ignore it even if it feels right, even if the electricity crackles in the air so forceful that if either one was to reach out they would be electrocuted. He is Agent Mulder, a man who’s department she must invalidate. She is Agent Scully, unexplainably scared of these mysterious marks, that was all there was to it.

Mulder smiles, a light chuckle falling from his lips. Mosquito bites. They were just mosquito bites.

Dana feels her body relax, the fear washing away like the tide. She collapses into him, light-headed and dizzy.

Mosquito bites, she’ll write into her report. They were just mosquito bites.

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me and @burritoscully have ended up in a collab together where we will go through the series again. me doing these post ep/diary entry’s and B doing post ep art journals/scapbook. Please take a moment out of your day to view B’s post Pilot episode art journal. You will not regret it, I promise!

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An open message to your latest anon: get a life and stop hiding behind the anon feature you coward

ayy.

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Whateverbhappened to “i don’t write smut?”

I suddenly wrote smut hahaha.

Nah I could never get past the awkwardness of it, I thought it was too michanical and there was no feeling or emotion in what I was writing. In many ways, I was really intimidated by it (because of lack of experience and the fact that there are writers who I thought could deliver it better) But then I wrote toe fucking and whilst it was a joke and continues to be joke it changed my attitude towards my ability to write smut, that my mentality changed towards it, all the akwardness melted away because I’ve already inserted Mulder’s toe into Scully’s vagina. When I was writing part 3, my mantra was “I’ve wrote toe fucking, I can write anything” and it continues to be my mantra the more smut I write because nothing I write will ever be as cursed as toe fucking. It was also time to expand, to get out of my comfort zone. I went from struggling to write the word breast all the way to being able to somewhat comfortably write BDSM (excluding the toe fucking fic) And sure, there were a few lumps and bumps writing it but I wrote it and I posted it and people liked it.

I don’t write smut definitely doesn’t apply anymore.

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I’d also like to add I don’t make little jumps, I make giant leaps

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Whateverbhappened to “i don’t write smut?”

I suddenly wrote smut hahaha.

Nah I could never get past the awkwardness of it, I thought it was too michanical and there was no feeling or emotion in what I was writing. In many ways, I was really intimidated by it (because of lack of experience and the fact that there are writers who I thought could deliver it better) But then I wrote toe fucking and whilst it was a joke and continues to be joke it changed my attitude towards my ability to write smut, that my mentality changed towards it, all the akwardness melted away because I’ve already inserted Mulder’s toe into Scully’s vagina. When I was writing part 3, my mantra was “I’ve wrote toe fucking, I can write anything” and it continues to be my mantra the more smut I write because nothing I write will ever be as cursed as toe fucking. It was also time to expand, to get out of my comfort zone. I went from struggling to write the word breast all the way to being able to somewhat comfortably write BDSM (excluding the toe fucking fic) And sure, there were a few lumps and bumps writing it but I wrote it and I posted it and people liked it.

I don’t write smut definitely doesn’t apply anymore.

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{ untitled college au 5/?}

Part 5. Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. AO3. It’s not completely necessary to read the first parts before reading this. 

After going down on Scully, Mulder asks her an important question.

Or…just eating out smut with some plot thrown in.

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She collapses onto the pillow, her bones feeling like jelly and her body humming pleasantly, Mulder’s come leaking out of her.

Mulder manages to crash to the side of her, his face stuck in a closed-mouth smile. He reaches out, drawing a line along her from the top of her nose all the down.

Scully smiles happily, breathing out heavily as her breath regulates, post-coital glow spreading through her body. Her eyes close and she’s ready to fall back asleep before someone’s stomach has other ideas.

Keep reading

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{ untitled college au 5/?}

Part 5. Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. AO3. It’s not completely necessary to read the first parts before reading this. 

After going down on Scully, Mulder asks her an important question.

Or…just eating out smut with some plot thrown in.

@today-in-fic @mypanicface

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She collapses onto the pillow, her bones feeling like jelly and her body humming pleasantly, Mulder’s come leaking out of her.

Mulder manages to crash to the side of her, his face stuck in a closed-mouth smile. He reaches out, drawing a line along her from the top of her nose all the down.

Scully smiles happily, breathing out heavily as her breath regulates, post-coital glow spreading through her body. Her eyes close and she’s ready to fall back asleep before someone’s stomach has other ideas.

Keep reading

[bigfootwrites]

{ untitled college au 5/?}

Part 5. Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. AO3. It’s not completely necessary to read the first parts before reading this. 

After going down on Scully, Mulder asks her an important question.

Or…just eating out smut with some plot thrown in.

@today-in-fic @mypanicface

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She collapses onto the pillow, her bones feeling like jelly and her body humming pleasantly, Mulder’s come leaking out of her.

Mulder manages to crash to the side of her, his face stuck in a closed-mouth smile. He reaches out, drawing a line along her from the top of her nose all the down.

Scully smiles happily, breathing out heavily as her breath regulates, post-coital glow spreading through her body. Her eyes close and she’s ready to fall back asleep before someone’s stomach has other ideas.

Keep reading

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sunday 100 words drabble challenge (4/100)

Prompt list | 100 prompts | 100 weeks | 100 days | previous prompt | click the title for ao3 link | SOSS/Ep: Hungry

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PROMPT FOUR: “Why are you wearing that?” — “Does that mean I look good or should I change?”

Pastel blue and pink. Never seen before. Now he’s seen them twice.

“Why are you dressed like that?” he asks, tugging on the material.

“Does that mean I look good or should I change?” Scully queries, giving him a quizzical look.

Mulder shakes his head. “You look good,” he says. “Very good.” A finger trailing her exposed collarbone. Scully swallows, eyes wildly darting about the precinct.

“Someone could see,” she mutters, stepping away from him.

Mulder’s hand falls away.

He settles on admiring her from afar, attempting to hide the boner then she deliberately bends down in front of him.

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{ untitled college au 5/?}

Part 5. Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. AO3. It’s not completely necessary to read the first parts before reading this. 

After going down on Scully, Mulder asks her an important question.

Or...just eating out smut with some plot thrown in.

@today-in-fic @mypanicface

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She collapses onto the pillow, her bones feeling like jelly and her body humming pleasantly, Mulder’s come leaking out of her.

Mulder manages to crash to the side of her, his face stuck in a closed-mouth smile. He reaches out, drawing a line along her from the top of her nose all the down.

Scully smiles happily, breathing out heavily as her breath regulates, post-coital glow spreading through her body. Her eyes close and she’s ready to fall back asleep before someone’s stomach has other ideas.

She giggles, moving up to rest on her elbows. Another growling sound emits from Mulder’s stomach and she leans over him, lips millimetres from his.

“I’ll make us some breakfast.” She closes the gap between them to peck his lips. Mulder tries to chase her, to claim her lips properly but Scully pulls away, giggling. His eyes remain lazily on her as she reaches down for his discarded t-shirt, covering her body with it.

After a pit stop to the bathroom to clean herself up, Scully sets on making the breakfast. She wasn’t the greatest cook but her food was edible and eggs, bacon, and toast wasn’t exactly rocket science. She turns on the hob and starts lining the pan with strips of bacon. She’s cracking the egg when Mulder wanders into the kitchen.

“What’s cooking, good-looking?”

She tosses him a dirty look and Mulder laughs loudly, walking towards her.

“Too cheesy?” he asks, situating himself behind her. His arm wrap around her waist, head coming to rest on her shoulder. Scully leans against him, shutting her eyes and falling back into his warmth.

He starts by pressing kisses to clothed shoulder, her cheek, making her giggle again as his morning stubble scratches against her skin. Things change, though, when he begins nuzzling her neck, pressing kisses to it, biting it. Scully lets out a soft sigh as his erection presses into her lower back, hands making their way to the soft skin under her t-shirt.

“I thought you were hungry?” she says, moaning as his lips stuck a particularly sensitive part of her neck.

“I’ve got something better to eat.” He switches off the hob and starts pushing her towards the counter. Scully has no protests, she hoists herself onto the countertop. His lips claim hers, his tongue seeking entry into her mouth. Her hands grip the hem of her t-shirt, intending on pulling it off her body but Mulder’s hands wrap gently around her wrists, halting her movements.

“Keep it on,” he tells her, beginning to move downwards. “I like you wearing it.”

She breaths out an okay that trails off into a louder moan as he sucks her nipples through the material, giving attention to one before moving onto the other.

She feels herself growing wetter as he continues downwards, her fingers playing with his hair as he lifts the hem of her shirt. He shuffles her nearer to the edge of the counter and Scully opens her legs slightly wider.

“Good girl,” Mulder praises, nipping at the inside of her thigh. He nuzzles through her curls at the junction of her thighs, his nose bumping into her clit, spending sparks of pleasure through her body. They’ve barely began but her hips are already starting to grind.

“Mulder…” she whines, her fingers closing around the short strands.

His hand comes round to spread her open and Scully breathes out in slow, controlled breaths then his mouth descends on her, tongue lapping her up. She fights to keep her thighs open, head falling against the cupboard. His tongue finds her clit, worry the little bud before bringing it into his mouth. Pleasure shoots through her and when she feels two fingers slipping inside her, her hand tries to find something to hold onto.

Mulder hums, his fingers starting to pump in and out of her slowly while his tongue and teeth gives its undivided attention to her clit.

Her fingers pull on his hair and in her pleasure-riddled brain there’s a thought that maybe she’s pulling too hard but then he’s gently biting her clit like she’s seen him do to sunflower seeds, her muscles clench around his fingers as he inserts a third and she stops caring about anything, just submits herself to the sensations below.

Mulder pulls his mouth away and they make eye-contact. She can see her juices covering her face, watches the way his hand pumps in and out of her. It turns her on even more, has her grinding her hips even harder.

“Yeah, that’s it baby,” Mulder coaxes. His mouth dives back in but rather than resuming licking, he presses a simple kiss to her engorged clit.

Scully’s unsure whether it was the cherry on top or just the unadulterated sweetness of it but it has her toppling over the edge, her hips jerking as she spasms around him.

Mulder stands and it’s only then does Scully become aware she’s been clutching his hair the whole time.

“Sorry,” she apologises, blushing and looking away.

Mulder tucks his fingers beneath her chin and turns her head back towards him.

“Baby, you can pull my hair as hard as you like when I’m between your legs.” She smiles and he kisses her again, tasting herself on his tongue.

His cock, now freed, prods at her entrance before slipping inside and finding a home. She doesn’t come again but his come inside her for the second time that morning satisfies her enough.

“So, breakfast,” Mulder says turning back to the hob. He switches it back on, rewarming the food.

“I was doing that.”

The bread is tossed towards her unexpectedly and she just manages to catch it.

“You can be Chief Commander of the Toast,” says Mulder tending to the eggs and bacon.

Scully laughs, rolling her eyes and reaching over to put the bread into the toaster.

When the food is finished, Mulder serves both portions on the one plate. He stands between Scully’s legs, ripping strips of bacon and egg off and feeding her to it despite Scully’s protests.

“I can feed myself, you know.”

“My kitchen, my rules.”

He gives the final bits of food to her and tucks his head beneath her chin.

“I don’t want you to go,” he says.

Her hand brushes up his arm. “It’s only for one for month.”

“Too long.” He stands to his full height, taking hold of her hand and interlacing their fingers. “You should move in here with me.”

Scully laughs not unkindly, squeezing his hand.

“I practically live with you in college. Frohike’s gonna start charging me rent.”

Mulder shrugs his shoulders. “I’ll get to see you all the time then.”

The idea of moving in together has came up before but even then Scully protested it, worried they’re relationship would suffer, they would grow bored of each other, if they were constantly around each other. She can’t ignore feeling down whenever she has to go back home, however, or how wonderful it would be to go to sleep and wake up every day beside him. Their relationship was also close to three years old and the sex had yet to grow boring or waver.

She grasps his face, running her thumbs over his lips and making him look at her.

“I’m not saying no,” she says slowly. “Just let me think about it.”

Mulder nods but he still looked a little down.

“It’s a big jump, Mulder.”

He nods again. “I know. I know.” He reaches forward, pecking her lips like she had done earlier.

Scully jumps down from the counter, taking his hand and leading them over to the couch to enjoy her final day with him before she had to go back home.