Surgery 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 woke to Scully's hand moving through his coarse chest 
hair.  Her fingers looped around his nipples and her bare 
breasts were pressed against his back.  He smiled to 
himself, despite the early morning hour, and moved his 
one hand up to cover hers on his chest.  Her movement 
stopped at his touch and she leaned into whisper next to 
his ear.

"Is it alright?"

He rolled onto his back and she scooted to the side a 
little.  He looked at her breasts in the moonlight of 
their room and thought, how could she still ask that 
question, after all these years?  He placed a strong 
hand behind her head and pulled her down to his face, 
capturing her lips in his.  He was not gentle in his 
kiss, nor did she want him to be.  

He rolled his body more towards her and captured one 
breast with his hand.  He pushed it flat against her 
chest and slowly moved his hand down toward his goal.  
He moved slightly on top of her and pressed two 
unrelenting fingers inside her.

"Ohhh," she yelped as he moved them further within her.  
He looked down and saw the smile on her face as his 
fingers started to move in and out of her and his thumb 
briskly rubbed her clit.  Her back arched and she 
pushed herself against his hand, wanting him deeper 
with each thrust.  

Smiling, he placed himself fully on top of her and 
pulled her hands, one at a time, up above her head.  She 
didn't resist.   He held them there with his free hand 
and slowly withdrew his fingers from inside her.  He 
could feel her sticky wetness on them and he drew a 
tacky line up her torso with them.  In the end he brought 
his hand up to rest above her head with the other one, 
firmly holding her hands down against their soft mattress.  

He leaned down over her face and kissed her hard and 
wet as his legs roughly parted hers and he shoved 
himself inside her folds.  She bucked slightly at the 
intrusion but then, took a breath and smiled up at him.  
He rocked his hips against her still form as his hands 
held down her arms and his knees held her legs wide open.  
She moved slightly against him but was restricted by 
positioning.  

He was sweating above her as she panted below him.  
Holding her down always meant more exertion on his behalf 
and, as the years passed, more sweat.  A droplet of sweat 
dripped down from his forehead onto her cheek and for a 
moment it looked like a tear.  She went to wipe it away 
when she felt the restriction of him holding her down.  
She wasn't going to move anywhere.  The sweat would 
just have to pool on her skin until the act was finished. 

His coarse pubic hairs were rubbing incessantly against 
her thighs as he pounded in and out of her and sweated 
above her.  He smelt spring in the air as a soft breeze 
blew over his back, cooling him instantly and causing her 
to shiver beneath him.  He leaned forward and placed his 
full weight on her small frame as he jerked a few times 
and spilled his seed into her warm body.  He lay on top 
of her sweaty and cold as she panted underneath his frame 
and kissed his cheek. 

He pulled his arms back releasing her hands and rubbing 
her wrists just in case he held her too tight.  He moved 
off her small body and kneeled at the end of their bed so 
she could bring her thighs together and pull herself up 
into a semi-sitting position. He was catching his breath 
when she began to talk.

"It's his only chance at survival but, the odds of not 
suffering permanent damage are still not in my favor."

He crawled up the mattress until he lay sprawled next to 
her, his now flaccid, penis red and retreating against his 
leg.  He patted her thigh and looked up into her eyes, "you 
can only do your very best."

"But..." she started.

"Scully, you are in control of that operating room.  You do 
whatever you have to, so he can live."

She smiled at him and patted his cheek softly as she leaned 
in to gently kiss his lips.

"Thank you," she said softly as their lips parted.  "I 
needed this."

"I know," he smiled back at her.  

She rose from the bed and, with a sheet wrapped around her 
body, walked into the bathroom to have a shower.  He lay 
back on the bed and tucked his hands beneath his head.  

'Sometimes the woman you love' he thought to himself,  
'needs to have some control taken away from her, so she 
can regain it for just the right reason.'


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The end