Truth (5/12)         
by Fallon

Category: Post-The Truth/Pre-IWTB
Summary:  This came out shorter and smuttier than I intended.
But please, enjoy! XD
     

Chapter 5

The two former FBI Agents woke up together. Mulder looked
over at the clock and it read 11:46 AM. Startled, he tossed his
pillow onto the floor and turned to a sleeping Dana Scully. He
slowly brushed a strand of hair back from her face in his
signature way. "Scully, wake up," he said.

Sleepily, she responded. "What is it, Mulder?" she asked.

"We slept in really late today, and I mean *really* late..."

She rolled over in bed to face the alarm clock. "Holy crap," she
said when she finally saw the time. "I guess you weren't
kidding."

He laughed. "No kidding I wasn't...wait...never mind."

Just then Dana could hear her stomach rumbling, and Mulder's
wasn't far behind. "I think we should get some breakfast, don't
you think?" he asked.

"Yup," she purred, stretching her arms in a very feline sort of
way.

He pulled the covers off of himself and patted out of bed and
over to the kitchen, his feet making semi-loud thumps all the
way there. He already knew there wasn't going to be a whole lot
he could do with a hotel kitchen. He would certainly have to use
bottled water in anything he made---that was for sure.

He decided that homemade pancakes and fried eggs with bacon
would probably be the best choice. First, he fried a few eggs and
a half of a package of bacon on the griddle they'd brought in
their luggage on the way there.

As he put the food out on the plates, he noted that it already
smelled really good. He could hear Scully getting up out of bed
to join him in the kitchen. She was wearing a pair of his boxers
and a while tank top that left little to the imagination.

"Something smells good," she said, taking a moment to yawn.

"Eggs and bacon are ready."

"I think I'll wait for the pancakes."

He mixed the premade powder with water and began stirring the
bowl with a whisk. It was almost done being mixed when she
stuck her finger inside the mixture and seductively licked it off.

"Oh no you don't," he said, using his hands to fling some of the
pancake batter on the front of her shirt. She pretended to gasp
out of shock, but began gasping for other reasons when he
buried his face into her cleavage, licking off the batter from her
shirt. It wasn't long before the shirt was over her head and off.

He kissed his way down her breasts, until he reached the
waistband of her--no, his-- shorts. Getting what was possibly the
best idea he'd ever had, he reached for the bowl of pancake
batter and scooped some up onto his hand.

With the other hand, he yanked down the shorts, pleased to find
she was wearing nothing underneath them. He began to gently
massage her folds with the pancake batter.

Her hips bucked against is handing and she was panting and
gasping as his thumb found her clit, and began rubbing in small
circles, off towards the right side just the way she liked it.

Just when she thought she couldn't feel any more pleasure, he
lowered his face to her sex and began gently lapping up the
batter from in between her cunt. When it was all licked off, he
began to focus on her clit once more. She let out small, soft
moans the whole time but did not speak.

He knew he was getting hard but he wanted this to be just for
her, so once he felt her shudder in release under him, he
switched his focus on returning the rigidity of his member back
to normal.

"That was incredible," she said, still breathing heavily.

He frowned. "We don't have any pancakes now."

"It's okay," she said, a small smile playing onto her face. "We
still have eggs and bacon."

"They're cold by now," he mused.

She took hold of his hand. "We can warm them up."

"That's true," he said.

Still with her hand laced in his, they sat down beside each other
on the table, and dug in, cold food be damned.

****

After a few more carefree days, albeit days in which they had to
be careful about the water and whether or not they could be
caught as criminals, Mulder and Scully woke up to--of all
things--a rain shower.

Mulder had been up late the previous night looking out the
window warily, apparently in search of looters.

"Mulder, you're fucking ridiculous," Scully had said, with a
sympathetic little hug and hand squeeze, much like the ones
they had shared very early in their partnership. He just gave her
a funny look.

"Since when do you think I'm ridiculous?" he asked with a tone
of sarcasm. "C'mon," he said, "You know you *love* me."

She smiled, laughing and tickling his side. "Yes, I do love you. I
think we've established that to some degree in the last few
years."

He appreciated her banter and he planted little kisses along the
side of her jaw, letting his hands roam freely over the expanse of
her stomach.

"Not right now," she whined, and he stopped.

"You don't want to make out like a couple 'o horny teenagers in
front of the window of our shitty hotel room in the middle of
nowhere?" he asked, adding, "I can't really say that I blame
you." He dropped his hands at her side.

Her voice became serious. "Mulder, we have to go back to the
United States. It's been a few weeks now and they should be off
our trail." She looked up at him and planted a kiss on his cheek.

After a paused, she added, "Besides, we all know we hate it
here. We're the only ones who don't speak Spanish, the food is
unsanitary, the hotels are the least bit of bang for your buck..."
her voiced trailed off and he stilled her hand with his.

"Okay. We'll go.