Lazy Sunday by Lolabeegood E-mail: lolabeegood@gmail.com Distribution: Archive freely with my name attached Rating: R Categories: S, R Keywords: Mulder/Scully romance Spoilers: Up to and including IWTB, but this takes place before it. Summary: A day in the life of Fox Mulder while living in long-term isolation. Author's Notes: Just a little something that has been working itself out in my head and I thought I'd write it out. This is part of a larger 'Day' series that you may want to take a look at if you like this one. The works of Jodi Picoult are referred to in this piece and used without permission. Seinfeld is also referenced and used without permission. I do not own the characters. I do not make any money from this. Enjoy! ************************************* Fox Mulder walked down the creaky stairs as he tried to get some water out of his right ear. It was after 11 am and he had just managed to get out of bed and grab a shower. Daylight savings had just happened and this time of year always made him feel lethargic and desperately in need of more sleep. So, he had slept in this morning and Scully had let him. He found her sitting on their couch immersed in her latest Jodi Picoult book. She was sitting with her body wedged into the corner of the sofa and her legs bent at the knee. He was sure her feet were probably tucked under the cushion because she seemed to like to do that when intent on reading. He walked up to the couch and folded himself over it, looking over her head, draping his arm over her shoulder and dipping it casually into her shirt, cupping her breast. "Good book?" he asked softly. She didn't look up from her page. He squeezed her breast gently, "Scully?" She looked up from her page and then her eyes fell onto the hand that was neatly tucked into her chest and fondling her under her shirt. Mulder was a tactile man and she had grown used to his breast cupping during casual conversation over the years. "It's the best one yet," she answered honestly. "You're really into her stuff lately," he noted. "It's somewhat formulaic but each book is about such vastly different topics...it's intriguing," she said as she leaned her head back against the sofa. "You want some lunch?" he asked. "What are you making?" she replied, indicating she didn't want to put down her book. "I was thinking toasted turkey sandwiches; we have the leftovers from..." "Sounds wonderful," she sighed as she kissed the side of his face sloppily. "Coming up," he said as he slid his hand out of her shirt and retreated to the kitchen. Ten minutes later he placed two sandwiches with some carrot sticks and chips on each plate on their dining room table and he put down some glasses, napkins, and a pitcher of apple cider in the middle. "Come on, Scully," he called from the dining room as he sat down. "Uh, huh," she said softly as she flipped a page. He sat and watched her read her book quickly. He could tell she was trying to get to a reasonable break so she could join him. She flipped a page, then two, glancing at them and then her brow furrowed. She was obviously not close to the end of a chapter. Mulder picked up her plate and walked with it to the living room. He sat it on the coffee table near her and picked up a carrot stick and put it in her mouth. She looked up at him, surprised by his proximity. "Thanks," she said as she crunched the carrot stick. He poured her a glass of cider and rested it next to her plate. Then, he picked up his lunch and walked over to sit next to her on the couch. He threw his feet up on the coffee table and began to happily munch on his sandwich. One hour later and two sports magazines, Mulder still found himself perched on the couch next to her as she read. He had managed to force-feed her the sandwich over the course of an hour and, when she got up once to go to the washroom, he got her to down the drink before her. As far as he was concerned, this was a perfect Sunday spent lying around their house together. He looked up from his article when he heard a book fold shut and a satisfied sigh come from her mouth. "Done?" he asked as he eyed her smile. "It was so sad, but just perfect," she said softly as she placed the book carefully on the coffee table. He glanced at the books title, "This was the one about suicide, right?" "Um hummm," she purred as she stretched her legs out and over his lap like a cat. "You know a recent study was done in Indonesia about suicide. It found that suicides happen in clusters...that once one person takes their life and gets all kinds of attention, it makes it more acceptable for others to do the same." "Really?" she yawned as he ran his hands up and down her legs. "Yeah," he smiled at her as she stretched her back and her breasts arched towards him. She lowered herself back into the corner of the couch. "What are you reading?" "Just something about batting averages," he said as he threw the magazine on the coffee table next to her book. She yawned once again. "What time have you been up since?" "I woke up at 5 and I couldn't fall back asleep," she yawned. "So...so I came down here and started reading." "Why don't you go and take a nap?" he asked as he took a foot in his hand and started to rub the sole. She closed her eyes as he rubbed. "Scully?" "I'm fine here, Mulder," she said softly. "There's a game about to..." "Go ahead," she said softly as she shifted onto her side and placed her head on the arm rest of their couch. He let go of her foot and reached for the remote. He flicked on the TV and, finding the right channel, heard the commentators start to make their predictions. He felt her shift on the couch, she was turning around so her head rested gently on his lap with her beautiful red hair splayed like fire over his thigh. He rested a hand on her hip and sat back to enjoy the game. Two hours later, his team was doing crap and he needed to pee. He carefully extracted himself from underneath her and replaced his thigh with a pillow before leaving for the bathroom. When he got back he noticed her shirt had ridden up over her belly and he gently tugged at the material to cover her skin. She surprised him by catching his hand in hers as he started to pull it away. "Scully?" he asked, startled as he looked up at her open eyes. "You're awake." "Mmmm humm," she said as she placed her hands on his hips and pulled him towards her. He climbed onto the couch next to her and she snuggled into his form. "Enjoy your nap?" he asked softly as their noses made contact. She ran her hands up the inside of his shirt and started to play with the hair on his chest. "Scully, did you have a dirty dream?" he asked jokingly. The smile that spread across her sleepy face answered his question. "Care to share with the rest of the class?" he said softly as he ran a warm palm up and down and over her hip. She shifted next to him and rolled on top of his form. He gladly planted himself down flat on his back and watched as she pulled her shirt over her head to reveal the bare breasts he knew were underneath. "You should take naps more often," he leered from below as he moved his hands onto her breasts. She pulled his shirt up his chest and by his armpits. Leaning down she heard him sigh as her bare breasts made contact with his warm chest. She kissed him lazily as his hands pulled her back closer to him and her hips started to move in a rhythm all of their own. He felt himself harden under her ministrations and soon his cock was straining against the jeans he was wearing. He reached between their forms and undid the top buttons on his jeans to free himself from his confines. She, in turn planted her feet on the edge and back of the couch cushions and raised her body up over his in a V so he could usher her pants and undies down her legs. They were pros at this type of dance. She reached between their forms and shifted his pants down to his knees, freeing his cock but trapping his legs from any further movement. Just as he was about to protest, she caught his two hands and pulled them above his head, trapping them in her firm grip. Her breasts dangling over his face. "Scully," he murmured to her, slightly shocked and very turned on by the chain of events that had just unfolded before him. She shifted down slightly and, taking one hand away from his, now held above his head, slowly guided him inside her. He watched as her mouth widened and her body shivered when he reached that spot deep inside of her. She moved her hand back to hold him down and started to rock slowly above him. He was speechless below her as he watched her breasts jiggle and her hips arch as her hands never waivered in their firm grasp of his, held captive over his head. He tried to part his legs but his jeans restricted his movement. He was completely under her control. He still managed to push his hips up and into her as she rocked back and forth, up and down above him, sometimes rising so far up his shaft he was sure he would fall out. Then one time, as she came down on him and squeezed him tight he saw her eyes close and the familiar pink blush run up from her breasts and onto her face. She moaned his name as she slowly lay on top of his form, his chest hairs tingled as her cold nipples made contact. She panted into his neck as her hands slowly released his and he moved them around to hold her body tightly against his. She lay flopped on top of him as his dick twitched inside of her, reminding him he was still hard and waiting. "Scully?" he called softly to her as he moved some hair away to see her face. "Mmmmm?" she asked from the land of orgasm. "Hop off and lay in front of me," he said softly as he patted her bare ass. She complied and laid on the edge of the couch with her back to him as he pushed his pants off the ends of his legs and moved himself to spoon her from behind. He entered her wet and slick passage with a groan as his body spasmed around her. His cock was demanding release as he slammed up against her bare ass again and again as she rocked back against him pushing her soft ass into his form. He cupped her one breast and kissed the soft arch of her neck as he spilled into her and shuttered around her. They both lay sated and tired on the sofa. He pulled a blanket off the back of the couch and fell asleep inside of her. When he woke, a few hours later to find her stirring in front of him, it was already dark outside and the game had turned into a re-run of Seinfeld. ************************************ The end.