Snowman 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, Winter 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. ************************************* Fox Mulder was wondering for the fifth day in a row, why they lived in Virginia. Snowfall had been heavy for days, and there was no end in sight. The snow piles around their house were as tall as Scully and when she came home it was the elevation of their house that allowed him to actually see her amidst the snow. They paid a local man to plough their long driveway throughout the winter, but the basic area around the house was left for Mulder to deal with. He had been out three times already today and the snow was still falling as he threw another shovel-full on a pile he could picture being as tall as him soon. Her car bumped its way up the long, freshly ploughed driveway, its lights dancing off the white piles of snow and the dark night sky. "You have impeccable timing," Mulder said as he wiped his brow with his hand. "What?" she asked as she carefully stepped around the icy patches and towards him. "I just finished shovelling," he said leaning into her and giving her a kiss. "But if this keeps up, you can have the next shift." "God, it's beautiful," she said as her head twisted around. "I love the way the snow seems to light up the sky, even out here." "Yeah, it is much brighter at night since the snow," he commented not taking his eyes off her glowing face. "Mulder," she started as she placed a hand on his chest. "When was the last time you made a snowman?" "I believe that childhood pastime ended when puberty hit. It's not cool to make snow forts and snowmen in front of the chicks." She laughed at his comment and looked around at the big piles of snow. "Give me five minutes?" "You really want to do this, don't you?" he smiled down at her. She nodded her head and he smiled back. Turning to slowly walk inside, Mulder watched as her beautiful legs took each step carefully into their house. Alone, once again, he looked around at the piles of snow. Everything was clear so there wasn't much left to do except throw some more salt down so she didn't break her neck coming home in her high heeled boots. Mulder spread the salt and unzipped his coat a little. Despite the cold outside, he was hot from all the shovelling. He looked up at the night sky and saw more snow falling to the ground. He would have to shovel again before they went to bed tonight. He heard the door open and looked up to see Scully dressed for snow play. She had on the puffy blue jacket that he loved because he got to see her ass when she wore it, jeans, real boots, and hat and scarf and mitts. She was really serious about the snowman. "Where do you think?" she asked as she surveyed their yard. "How about on the other side of this snow pile?" he asked. "Would we be able to see it from the house, with the snow drifts?" "Those aren't drifts Scully, those are man-made piles," he said seriously. "Blood, sweat and tears went into the creation of those piles." "Okay, manly man," she smiled at him. "Can we see it beyond your piles?" "If we go a few feet in, I'm sure we could." "Okay, let's go!" she said exuberantly as she started to climb the snow pile that was as tall as her. Mulder just stood back and watched the show as she climbed and slid down the pile and got her legs buried in the snow up to her hips. She laughed through the whole experience, he offered no help, and she finally made her way to the other side, giddy. She got to work immediately; not waiting for him to make an appearance. He walked around the far side of the pile, where he'd left an opening and joined her a minute later. "Where'd you come from?" she asked slightly out of breath as she rolled a growing ball of snow. "I left an opening," he smiled down at her as he threw a snowball at her ass. "And you couldn't have shared?" she asked, standing with her hands on her hips. "You needed to climb the pile Scully, it builds character," he laughed at her. "Thanks a lot," she smiled at him and bent over to continue rolling her ball. He threw another snowball at her ass. "Mulder are you just going to use me as target practice or are you going to help?" she asked as she pushed the ball around. "I'm waiting until it's bigger and you need help with the weight," he smiled at her. "How thoughtful," she groaned as she rolled the ball away from him. "Scully, anyone ever tell you how good you are with balls?" he laughed. "Yeah, like I didn't see that one coming," she yelled over her shoulder as another snowball hit her ass. "Mulder!" "Okay, okay, I'll stop," he laughed as he made another snowball, and thinking better of it, started to roll it around on the ground. The two rolled their snow around the front yard in silence for a few minutes until Scully called for his help to move the base of the snowman into place. The two pushed a few final rolls together and Scully stood satisfied with her work. Mulder rolled the smaller middle one towards the base and lifted it on top of the first one while Scully made the head. He crushed some snow into the joint to make it stick and looked around to see if she was done yet. "I've almost got the head done," she called to him. "Hey Scully," he called to her. "Yeah?" she asked as she picked up the head and walked toward him. "Anyone ever tell you how good you are with..." "Ha ha!" she interrupted sarcastically. "Mulder, you are the only man I know who could work sex into building a snowman." "I can work sex into anything, and I'm up for the challenge," he leered at her as she plopped the snowman's head on top. "I'm sure you are," she said with a raised eyebrow as she secured the head. "Have you ever had made love in the snow Scully?" he asked, not wanting to drop the subject just yet. "No, Mulder." She said as she looked around for twigs. "I have not had the privilege of my bare ass freezing to snow while someone lay on top of me perfectly comfortable." "Who said you'd be on the bottom?" he said as he broke a twig off a tree. "It's not appealing," she said as she took the twig from him. "But there are those ice hotels..." he said as he grabbed a couple of pine cones for eyes. "Mulder..." "I'm just saying, people have sex in them," he said as he put in the eyes. "Okay, Mulder," she relented. "I would have sex in a structure of ice and snow, are you happy? It's not like we're going on a vacation to one anytime soon." He put an arm around her shoulder, suddenly feeling very tired. "I'll run inside and get a carrot." "No need," she said as she pulled one from her pocket and stuck it in for the nose. "Aren't you full of surprises?" "Perfect," she said as she stood back and admired their work. "Yes, perfect," he said smiling down at her. "Mulder," she admonished him. "You are," he said softly. She wrapped her arms around his waist and looked up at him. "Why don't we head inside and warm each other up?" "Now that's how I like to end making a snowman," he smiled down at her. "Come on," she called as she walked towards the break in the pile he'd walked through earlier. Mulder stood for a second and surveyed the snow accumulation. It was going to add up even more in the next few days and probably stick around until March. He would start building a snow fort, big enough for two, tomorrow. ****************************************** The end.