Do Your Thing
by Nina (ninamazing at gmail dot com; feedback much
appreciated!)

RATING: R
WORD COUNT: 188
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Written for the X-Files Porn Battles at
LiveJournal.  Promt -- Mulder/Scully, "Unexpected chat."


For years she feels herself slipping into his quests, shrinking smaller
and smaller until she could swear his body rests against hers more
heavily than it used to. It's only when he grows a beard and
becomes someone else that she has the courage to bring it up. It's
their fastest fight ever.

"So do your thing," he says, after staring at her for a heart-pulsing
moment. "Do your thing all day, as long as you come home to me at
night."

"What will you do?"

"I'll just ... I'll ... do my thing. It doesn't always have to be the
same."

He's surprised her. She'll be a real doctor again, and he smiles at
her smiling as he walks her into the living room wall and settles his
thigh between her legs. He digs two fingers into the waistband of
her pants, dips his head into the soft slope of her neck.

"I'll make you breakfast in the mornings," he murmurs.

"No, you won't," she retorts right away, and then loses it when his
thigh goes away and his hand curves around her hard.

But he does.