Gardening Day
by Lolabeegood

E-mail: lolabeegood@gmail.com
Distribution: Anywhere as long as my name stays attached.
Rating: R
Category: S
Keywords: Mulder/Scully, Post-series
Spoilers: The whole series and all movies, although this 
takes place before IWTB
Summary: A day in the life of Fox Mulder while living in 
long-term isolation.
Author's Notes: This is part of my 'Day' series of stories.  
It can be read independent of all the others as they are 
only loosely linked.  Enjoy!

I do not own the characters.

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Dana Scully's eyes slowly opened and adjusted to the morning 
light that was seeping into their bedroom.  Mulder was sleeping 
soundly in front of her, his face soft like that of a child 
with no worries.  She felt his hand on her bare ass, it being 
bare because at some point during the night he had pushed up 
her nightgown so he could touch her skin instead of material.

She rolled onto her back to look at the alarm clock on her 
bedside table.  His hand drifted, by force of gravity, onto 
her pelvic bone where it laid heavily against her skin.

She peeked over a used candle to see the time was 8: 51 am.  
Remnants of last night and the slow, passionate love they had 
made were all around her.  She could see the candles, the 
lotion, and hear the CD still spinning in the player waiting 
for someone to either hit play or turn it off.  The room 
smelled of sex and she felt an unmistakable stickiness 
between her legs.

Just then, his hand moved to her hip, pulling her a centimetre 
closer to him. 

"What time is it?" He asked groggily.

"Almost nine," she said as she cleared her throat.  "I better 
get showered...the garden centre said they'd be delivering 
between 9 am and noon."

"Which means the delivery should arrive around 2 o'clock," he 
said tiredly.  

She didn't argue with him, because he was probably right, 
there was no hurry.

"Why did you order all this stuff again?" He asked as he slowly 
started to wake up.

"I want to plant flowers, we need mulch to keep out the weeds and 
I wanted a bird bath," she said, trying to sound reasonable about 
the whole thing.

"No one comes and goes from this house but the two of us," he 
muttered as he absently rubbed his eyes.  "Who are you trying 
to impress?"

"I'm not trying to impress anyone," she said as she turned to 
look at him more fully.  "I just want some flowers; what's the 
crime in that?"

"Scully, I'm not saying..." he started and then stopped.  "It's 
just that you've never shown much interest in...in nesting."

"Excuse me?" She asked.

"This house...you painted the walls with me because they needed 
painted, you bought bedding and necessities because we needed 
them...you bought art because you went to an auction raising 
money for the hospital...do you not see a pattern?"

She looked at him confused.

"You haven't actively invested in this home.  Which is why, the 
flowers are a little...odd."

She rolled away from him and sat up in bed, adjusting her 
nightgown until it covered her ass.  

"Scully, it's a nice idea," he pleaded with her as he tried the 
grab her waist and prevent her from getting up.  "Ignore what 
I said about..."

"No, you're right," she said softly.  "I didn't want to grow 
too...attached to this place because I didn't think it would be 
permanent."

He remained quiet behind her, waiting for her to continue.

"But it's been five years and...and I guess I'm starting to see 
our situation as more permanent for the first time."

"And...?" He asked, wanting her to explain further.

"And I'm happy," she said as she turned her head to look at him.  
"But, there are things I've put off, things I thought I would do 
when we had a 'real' home.  I guess I've just come to realize 
that this is our real home."

"Are you okay with that?" He asked as he swallowed and touched 
her back.

"Mulder, where you are is home to me," she said softly.  "It 
just took me about 5 years to realize that."

He smiled at her, and she smiled back.

"So, gardening?" He asked.

"Flowers, and maybe a herb garden," she said softly.

"What else?" He asked, interested in what she had been waiting 
to do.

"I want a porch swing and..."

"A hot tub?" Mulder said with a  waggle of his eyebrows.

"No, a hot tub was not part of my plan," she smiled at him.  
"But I do like the fact that I can finally have one."

"I like that too," he smiled over at her and ran a hand down 
her back.

Just then, a loud horn could be heard at the end of their 
driveway.

"Wow, they are the most punctual delivery people I have ever 
encountered," Mulder said as he rose from the bed and walked 
naked toward the window.

He saw a flatbed with some plants and bags on it, but also a 
great deal of wood.  

"Scully?" He called to her as she quickly pulled a tank top 
over her head and buttoned her shorts.

"Yeah?" She asked distractedly.

"It looks like there's a lot of wood on the flatbed as well," 
Mulder noted as he watched her sprint from the room.

"Didn't I mention the gazebo?" She called as she ran down the 
stairs.

Mulder laughed loudly as he watched her run out the front 
door and walk quickly toward the gate.  He could tell she was 
laughing as she walked, she had withheld the gazebo 
information on purpose.

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The End.