Condoms (18/18)
by Lola

e-mail: lolabeegood@gmail.com

Time: Set during and post-The Truth.
Spoilers: Everything up to the end of the series, IWTB.
Summary: Mulder hates condoms for more than the obvious reasons.
Overall Rating: NC-17

Author's Notes: 

We are finally at the end of this WIP and I am sad to see it go.  
I enjoyed exploring life from Mulder's perspective and I hope 
it was enjoyable for you too.  I think the title scared some people 
off but I was glad to see the several hundred of you sticking with 
it to the end.  I really wanted to explore Mulder 
and Scully's life after The Truth and wanted to tie some of 
my thoughts to the earlier series--thus the flashbacks to 
other episodes. I am trying to make everything fit together 
nicely (but even CC couldn't hold true to that always!). 

Thanks for reading! 

For my next work I am exploring my ideas for the third X-Files 
movie. 

Keep and eye out for it!

I do not own the characters.  I do not make any money from this.
Enjoy!

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Mulder rubbed his wet hands down Scully's bare back and shivered 
at the thought of her naked body so close to his.  He let them 
slide lower to cup her ass and feel the beads of water as they 
ran from the curve of her rump to the back of her leg.  It was 
one of his favorite spots to spend time.  She arched her back 
further and he found himself gyrating toward her like a dog in 
heat.  She must have felt his erection against her back.

"You're good?"

"Oh yeah, I'm good" he murmured.

"Close?"

"Very" he hummed into her ear as he arched over her wet body 
and grabbed her breasts.

She leaned over exposing more of her beautiful ass and turned 
off the water.  Mulder regretfully allowed her to step out of 
the shower first and put her bathrobe on.  He then followed 
suit, sitting on the edge of the tub when he exited.

She placed a towel on the ground between his legs, grabbed his 
penis and started to rub up and down on his length working his 
cock until it was ready to explode.  He grabbed for her breasts 
at the opening of her robe and gently pinched the nipples as 
she worked his shaft. Her face was all focused on the task at 
hand but her body was betraying arousal as her chest started 
to turn a crimson colour.  

"God, you're so beautiful" he gasped as he reached for her hair
"You get poetic the more you get aroused" she smiled.

"I do?" he asked.

"Yeah, you do Mulder" she said with a smile.

"Oh, god, Scully" he moaned "I'm going to come."

With one hand still grasping his penis and sliding the skin up 
and down Scully reached with the other hand to a sterile container 
on the floor next to her.  

"Uhhh, now" Mulder gasped as his penis erupted into the container.

Scully waited until all of his warm cum was inside the jar and 
neatly sealed it with the orange lid. She placed it on the 
countertop and rubbed Mulder's back.

"We'll see how this one is, the last one looked promising" she 
cooed.

"Well, I must say I'm going to miss all this attention when you 
finally determine I'm sterile" he said with his head lowered.

"Mulder" she murmured "don't you realize? Without the worry you 
should get more uh, attention."

He raised his head to look at her and smile "It's all worth it 
either way, Scully."

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm just great" he smiled "I think I'll go for a run.  I 
feel re-energized."

"Okay Mulder.  I'll see you in a bit."

She rose from the floor and left the bathroom with her sample in 
hand.  Mulder couldn't help but smile at how twisted their 
relationship was sometimes.  He thought of how love was like that, 
never neat and wrapped with a bow on top, but messy.  He rose to 
grab his sweats from the cupboard in the bathroom and threw them 
on.  He saw Scully blow drying her hair on the bed and snuck a 
quick peck on her cheek as he passed.  

As he went downstairs he couldn't help but notice how in 3 months 
they had really made it quite a cozy home.  Scully had spent some 
time at local art shows and antique markets picking up some things 
for the walls and around the house.  He had made it his personal 
mission to not be a slob.  If Scully was living with him he was 
going to be the best live-in lover she could have.  

He stretched in the yard and looked out onto the acreage that had 
become his running ground.  He would miss running the property in 
the winter and would have to take to the roads.  It wouldn't be the 
same.  

For late October, it was unusually warm and Mulder wondered how 
quickly things would change to piles of snow.  He took off running 
his usual route that had been beaten down my months of tramping.  
The first part of the run was mainly flat lands where he could find 
his pace.  The middle of the run was through the woods that lay on 
the outskirts of their property.  He loved hopping over old logs in 
the woods; it presented a challenge for his hamstrings just as his 
muscles were starting to tire.  The last part of the run was a 
return to the house, it was hilly and if Mulder timed it just 
right the house glowed in the sunset as he approached it.   

It was during these runs that Mulder would think about old cases he 
had worked on.  He was up to April of 1995.  He cringed when he 
thought of the DAT tape and how it brought on the deaths of his 
father and Melissa Scully in such a short period of time.  He 
thought of his time in the Native Sweat Lodge and how Scully 
had shot him.  How, it was after that case, Gary and Irene 
Hewitt were created.  It was Scully who had unknowingly 
convinced him it was the right move.

He and Scully had been investigating the murders of their two family 
members under the radar.  They had visited the Lone Gunmen, a Nazi 
war criminal, had discovered files with both Scully and Samantha's 
names on them, and been chased down by Special Ops.  They had 
managed to make their way to a motel/ gas station/diner in the 
middle of nowhere.  He had got them a room with the little 
cash they had on hand.   She was showering when he got back 
to the room with French fries for dinner.

"Mulder, is that you?" she yelled from the shower.

"Yeah, it's me Scully.  You better get out here quick so this haute 
cuisine doesn't go to waste."

"I'll just be a couple more minutes" she explained.

Mulder got to work eating his French fries and counted out the 
remaining money.  They had $168.43 to their name, Scully's car 
abandoned 3 miles back where it ran out of gas, and a bunch of 
credit cards they couldn't use without alerting everyone to where 
they were.  

Just then, Scully entered the room in her dusty clothes with her 
hair dripping wet.  

"God, it feels good to be clean" she smiled.

"It must."

"You should take a shower Mulder, you'll feel better." 

"I will after dinner" he said gesturing to the French fries on the 
table.

"Ahhh, the haute cuisine."

"It is French" he quipped.

She sat down and started to eat silently.  He knew she was thinking 
of the money as well.  He also knew that she was thinking of their 
next move and wanted to go over all the possibilities before she 
said anything to him.

"So...we've got $168, and they say our love won't pay the rent..." 
Mulder trailed off.

Scully laughed "Sonny and Cher were probably millionaires when they 
wrote that song."

"Yeah, probably" he said as he ate his last French fry.

"I'm going to hop in the shower Scully, and then maybe we can figure 
out where to go from here."

Mulder got up to have a shower and truthfully, was happy to have 
some space from her.  Ever since his admission in the elevator at 
his building that she was the main reason he fought to survive 
in the Sweat Lodge she had been acting oddly.  

When he returned from his shower she was still sitting in the same 
spot at the table staring at the wallpaper with ducks flying on it.

"They're not real you know."

"Huh?"

"The ducks" he gestured to the wallpaper "they're not going to fly 
away if you look at them long enough."

"Oh, I didn't realize..." she trailed off.

"Scully, tell me what's on your mind."

"Huh? No, I'm fine Mulder" she said as she pulled herself out of her 
reverie.

"Scully" he pleaded as he crouched down in front of her and placed 
his hands over hers.

"It's just that..." she started and then looked away" ...my sister 
has been shot and I can't go to her, I've been relieved of my 
position at work, I'm on the run with a man everyone assumes is 
dead, we have no money to our names, and can't use any of our 
ID or credit cards for fear Black Ops will hunt us down....
it's just...."

"It's just not the way you saw your life" he finished the thought 
for her.

She let out a huge breath and stared him straight in the eyes "I 
didn't say that."

"You didn't have to" he said as he rose from his position.

"Mulder, it's just that we are running on empty, we don't have a 
plan, hell, we don't even have a change of clothes" she said as she 
grasped his forearm to get his attention.

"You think that I would choose this Scully?" he said through 
gritted teeth "do you think I like this anymore than you do?  
Don't you think I want you to be with your sister?"

"I don't know Mulder."

"What do you mean you don't know?" he pivoted on his heel to look 
at her.

"Sometimes I think...no, I know, the truth is more important to you 
than I am, but sometimes I wish it was different."

"You're wrong Scully."

"Am I?" she looked at him through glassy eyes "Look Mulder, I think 
we should call Skinner and get him in on this."

"Do whatever you want, I'm going to bed." 

Mulder took off his pants and climbed into the bed in his boxers 
and turned out the bedside light.

Scully walked through the dark to the other side of the bed and sat 
heavily on the mattress and sighed.

She made a quick call to Skinner giving him their location.  She 
assured him they were both fine and crawled under the covers on her 
side of the bed.  

"Mulder" she began in the dark "can't we..."

He shifted in the bed so he was leaning on one arm and facing her, 
"What I said about the Sweat Lodge was true.  You are my main reason 
to go on living.  You mean more to me than the truth, Scully.  I 
hope one day you can believe that."

She sighed next to him and looked at the ceiling "I hope so too."

When they returned from that case Mulder had convinced the Lone 
Gunmen to help him work on their fake identities; building up 
information and bank accounts so, if one day he and Scully were 
on the run again, there was a plan.  She would then know that 
he had thought of her, had cared enough to ensure her safety 
and future, above all else.  

As Mulder ran down the last hill he spotted Scully on their 
back porch sitting on the floor wrestling with something.  As 
he got closer he noticed she wasn't wrestling with something 
but rather carving it.  A pumpkin.

"I'm not spooky enough for you?" Mulder asked as he climbed 
the stairs.

"You're not spooky anymore" Scully said as she focused intently 
on her carving.

"What's with all the pumpkins?" Mulder asked looking around at 
the half dozen pumpkins around their porch.

"I didn't want to let them rot in our pumpkin patch." 

"But they make great hurdles when I'm running." 

"There are still plenty left for you to jump over."

"I'm going in to grab a shower" Mulder said as he gave her a 
peck on the cheek.

"No, wait!  I'm almost done." 

"Okay" he said as he sat opposite her.

Within a minute he found himself scooping out the guts of another 
pumpkin she could work on.  Pumpkin seeds and innards were strewn 
all over the newspaper as he anxiously awaited Scully's finished 
product.

"Okay, who does this look like?" she said with a grin as she 
turned the pumpkin face toward him.

It was a perfect replica of a creature they had once encountered.

"That's easy Scully, Flukeman."

"You got it!" she exclaimed as she turned to look at her work 
more closely.

"Okay, I'll do this one for you" Mulder said as he started to 
draw on his pumpkin.

Scully tried to peer around him.

"No peeking" he said "you do another one."

They spent the evening carving the pumpkins and laughing at their 
sometimes good, sometimes bad, renditions of different creatures 
and people they had encountered throughout the years.  Mulder 
was carving the last pumpkin as Scully lit the others and 
watched him.  

"Okay, moment of truth.  Who does this look like?" Mulder said 
as he turned the pumpkin toward her.

"Oh, Mulder the glasses give it away" she laughed.

"Do they?" he asked as he turned it toward himself.

"Walter Skinner" she said with a note of satisfaction.

"I'm that good" Mulder said as he pumped the air with his fist.

He then looked at Scully as she sat on the floor surrounded by 
lit pumpkins and laughing.  She was covered in pumpkin guts, had 
dried seeds stuck in her ponytail and looked beautiful.  The 
sun was setting and her skin was a peach glow in the light.

"I'm so lucky to have you" he said .

"Luck has nothing to do with it" she said as she crawled toward 
him. 

"What does then?"

"We made our own destiny Mulder, together" she said as she leaned 
in for a kiss.

Her body pressed against his and caused him to lean back until 
he was lying on the floorboards.

She was on top of him and moving her hips up and down his 
frame while she kissed him deeply.  All Mulder could think 
about was how wonderful she felt and how he would have to 
kill the mood by suggesting they move the party inside so he 
could get a condom.  

He ran his sticky hands up the back of her shirt and massaged 
her shoulder muscles, then her back muscles.  He fit his hands 
down the back of her loose fitting shorts and massaged her ass.  
She was kissing her way down his chest and trying to lift his 
shirt off his body.

"Uh, Scully..." he began as she hoisted it over his head.

"Yesss?" she cooed as she moved toward his nipple.

"I have to..." he began, unsure as to how he could do this 
without breaking the mood.

"You don't have to do anything, anymore Mulder.  It's just you 
and me, from now on.  Nothing in between us" she smiled.

"Oh?"

"Let's just enjoy it" she said as she took a nipple into her 
mouth.

Mulder lay there looking at her sweet mouth as it tugged at 
his nipple and swirled her tongue around it.  He ran his hands 
through her hair and felt utter freedom for the first time in 
a very long time.  He was with the woman he loved, making love 
outside on their porch, at sunset, surrounded by lit pumpkins
.....speaking of which.

"Scully, just a second" he said as he raised himself and she 
pushed off of him.

"Mulder, we don't need cond..." she said gently as she sat back 
on her heels.

"I know, Scully.  I just need to do something" he said as he got 
up.

He picked up the Skinner pumpkin and tossed it off the porch 
into the darkness that was quickly invading their yard.

"I can't do, what I want to do to you, with him looking at me" 
Mulder said as she took Scully into his arms and laid her out 
on the porch.


THE  END


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