Mail Day
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.  

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

Enjoy!

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He bounced on his heels at the front door to their house.  
He was anxious to leave and she seemed to be taking forever 
to come downstairs.  He left her about 7 minutes ago and, 
as far as he could tell, she was fully clothed and made 
up.  What was taking her so long to get downstairs was 
beyond him.  The old porch creaked under him and he tested 
the floor board time and time again.  It needed replaced 
and he would do that later this week.  

She finally emerged from the house and smiled at him 
noticing his anxious stature.

"Sorry," she offered "I realized just as I was about to come 
down that my jeans had a big chocolate stain on the leg."

"Chocolate?" he asked

"Remember when we fell asleep on the couch last week?" she 
reminded him.  "I had a piece of chocolate in my pocket 
and it must have melted."

"You are hot, Scully" he quipped as he watched her lock 
the door.

"Okay, let's go" she said as she turned to him. 

They both got in the car and she started the drive down 
their laneway to the gate.  He jumped out and opened the 
gate, closing it behind them after she pulled through.  He 
didn't get beyond the gate often, so he appreciated the 
locking noise it made as he shut it from the other side.  

He got in the car and she started the three hour drive to 
Danville.  They had a post office box there and checked it 
about every three weeks, depending on Scully's schedule.  
Any warnings they needed to heed were sent to that address.  
One of the last ones they got was 3 years ago when Scully was 
still in hiding with him.  It was a message concerning her 
brother Bill, who had been in an on-board accident and was 
recovering from severe burns in the hospital.  She hadn't 
taken the news well.  Soon after that they received their 
last message, the one from Skinner, saying Scully could 
come out of hiding.  She made a beeline for her brother and 
was happy to see he was doing well.  

Besides the messages, Mulder received several newspaper and 
magazine subscriptions there that Scully refused to have 
delivered to the hospital.  Apparently 'MUFON Quarterly' and '
Conspiracy Theorist Bi-Weekly' were embarrassing publications.  

He sat with his hand possessively on her thigh as she 
negotiated her way down country roads they had not travelled 
in a while.  They varied their route each time and had 
developed 6 ways of travelling to Danville over the years.  
This route was one they had not taken since the fall because 
of road conditions but the snow had cleared early this year 
and they decided to take this path again.  After an hour of 
playing with the radio dial and soaking in the sunshine that 
was permeating his window, he sighed with relief that can only 
be felt in total freedom.  

He looked at the country surroundings and suddenly a wave of 
familiarity hit him.  

"Scully, were we here before?" he asks as he sits more upright 
in his seat.

"Huh?" she asks as she is pulled from her train of thought.

"Have we driven this road before?"

"We were on it in the fall, but not in the winter because..."

"No," he clarifies "before."

"Uh" she stammers and looks more closely at their surroundings.  
"Maybe."

"We have." He says definitively.

"Okay, so?" she asks him.

"In fact I think up ahead," he pauses to peer out the front 
window and point, "in that wooded area, we had wild roadside 
sex while on the way home from a case."

Her face suddenly goes a deep shade of red.  "It wasn't my 
finest moment."

"What?" he asks confused.

"Sex at the side of the road, Mulder...it was so desperate, 
so..."

"Dirty" he says with a huge grin.

"We could have been caught, we could have..."

"That's what made it so good." He says as he rubs her thigh.  
"Scully, I have very fond memories of that afternoon on a 
deserted country road with you laying fully reclined in the 
passenger seat, your skirt hiked up to your waist and your 
legs..."

"Mulder," she stammers as her face grows a deeper shade of 
red, an act he didn't think was possible.

"Why are you so embarrassed by our passion for each other?" 
he asks in all sincerity as he draws soft circles on her 
thigh with his finger.

"Before that time," she pauses to think about her words 
carefully "whenever we made love, it was just that, making 
love.  That was the first time we had sex, and I remember 
feeling like things were going to change after that."

"Change how?" he asks as they pass the wooded area and he 
peers down a dirt path to the scene of their torrid 
exchange.

"It's going to sound so corny," she says as she shakes her 
head from side to side.

"Come on, Scully." He encourages "I promise I won't think 
it's corny."

"It's the whole cow and milk thing, that the feminist in me 
despises but, a small part of me sees the logic in."

"Okay, I'm not following."

"Have you ever heard the saying 'why buy the cow when you 
can get the milk for free' when referring to women and their 
sexual relationships?"

"Yes, I have." 

"Well, what we had back then was precious to me Mulder.  
When we first made love, I was committed to you 100% and, 
somehow, I thought that that dirty roadside sex act we were 
involved in, cheapened our promise to each other."

"Do you think it did?"

"No," she says as she turns to meet his eyes "but, at the 
time, I was worried we would stop making love and start just 
having sex."

"Scully," he says turning to face her more fully as she 
drives "when we are together, it's always in love."

"I know that now," she says with a smile "but back then, 
things were so new and I thought that I really fucked it 
up."

"Technically we both fuc..."

"I thought that," she interrupts his joke "if we could 
have just hot sex without the romance that we were doomed 
to fail because that was the path all my other relationships 
took."

"The hot sex path?"

"The path where sex became just a physical experience, 
and not an emotional or spiritual one."

"You really do see making love as a spiritual experience, 
don't you?" he asks.

"Yeah, I do Mulder," she smiles "especially with you."

"Scully," he says softly into her ear "I could never just 
have sex with you, now or then."

"I know Mulder" she giggles.  "I guess that memory isn't 
so bad, after all."

"Bad?  It was the hottest sex we had ever had, up until 
that point, of course."

"And since?" she asks.

"I have a whole repertoire of experiences to choose from.  
I'm not sure I can pick the hottest..."

"Mulder, now you are being ridiculous." She sighs, 
exasperated.

"There was that time in the woodshed," he starts "I got 
that sliver in my ass but it was worth it."

"I remember extracting that sliver." She laughs.

"Not my finest hour," he says truthfully.  "Or, there 
was that time on the back porch with the crickets 
singing a chorus for us to drown out your screams."

"That was hot," she agrees.

"There was that time in the shower when you scratched 
my back so hard you drew blood and left welts."

"Sorry about that," she winces.

"I'm not," he smiles as his eyes glaze over with the 
memory.

"What about the first night on the run, in that seedy 
hotel?"

"The time on the bathroom counter or the time in the 
chair?"

"I forgot about the chair," she smiles.

"Scully!" he mock chastises her "how could you forget 
the time you..."

"I know what I did," she interrupts.

"That was hot," he says.

"I think that one gets my vote." She says.

"Okay, that is the hottest time since then." He smiles 
at her.

"Agreed." She nods her head.

He smiles warmly at her and lingers a finger near the 
top of her inside thigh.  "We could start a new ritual 
on our drives to get the mail." 

"What would that ritual be?" she asks, knowing the 
answer already.

"We could try and top it."

"We could," she says softly.

His finger dances in between her legs as they part 
in admittance.  

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The end