Truth (11/12) by Fallon Category: Post-The Truth/Pre-IWTB Thanks to Singing_Violin for the beta. :) Chapter 11 After a couple of weeks of looking around, Mulder and Scully found the perfect house. It was small and quaint, which suited them well in this moment. During the open house, a realtor named Lydia Sampl opened the old-fashioned oaken doors and led the couple through a living area decorated with plush red carpets. The couch was black velvet with specs of color here and there, and in between the couch and the loveseat were two glass-topped tables with legs made of ivory and gold plated metal. "What do you think?" Mulder asked Scully as they walked towards the kitchen. "I like it so far." The kitchen had all white appliances with cheery yellow walls and pine flooring. The lacquer table had matching chairs with leather cushions. Children's drawings were pinned to the fridge with magnets that looked like little pina coladas. It left a lump in both their throats to see anything to do with children. Mulder personally hoped they'd adopt at some point once he was cleared by the FBI. That is, if he ever was. "How do you like the current tapestry?" the realtor asked, pointing to airy blue curtains. "To be honest," said Scully, "I think we would have to do some redecorating, at least whatever the landlord allows." Mulder nodded in agreement. Lydia directed them into the bathroom, completely white including the walls and floors, then brought them into the master bedroom. Scully paused while looking at the wrought iron bed donned with Chantilly lace quilts. The owners renters whatever, could not have had worse taste. But overall, the size was good and it was within their budget. Sort of. Scully agreed she would have to take on a job in order to afford the place consistently. Mulder could not work. As they made their way back to the front of the house, the woman reminded them that rent was fourteen hundred dollars per month. "We'll take it," Mulder said definititively. Three weeks later, they were moved out of the hotel and into the house. They'd dug into the money from Mulder's parents that they had hidden away, to put in all hardwood flooring and simpler furniture. On the porch, they enjoyed real pina coladas. Scully was buttoned up tight in a green parka with slacks, and Mulder was tempting fate in a Budweiser T-Shirt and mid- length jeans. Scully could see he was shivering. "You're cold," she noted, stating the obvious. "Wanna warm me up?" he asked suggestively. She rolled her eyes and shrugged in her classic way, then planted kisses all over his face. She kissed his cheeks, his eyes, his forehead. Everything except his mouth. "You're killing me here," he told her. Their drinks were long since abandoned. They kissed on the lips as they made their way awkwardly into their bedroom. He raked his hand's under the tank top that was hidden under her parka, and in one fluid motion ripped both of them off. His eyes shone with delight when he realized she was not wearing a bra. He lightly pinched her nipples and rubbed them between his thumbs and forefingers. Then he began to unbutton her slacks and pulled them down, reaching into her underwear and finding her clit. He rubbed it gently, eliciting a moan and a "God, yes." He continued drawing circular motions until her hips bucked and he could feel the force of the contractions where his hand was cupping her. She pushed him back onto the bed, straddling him over his jeans and rubbing herself against him in a way that she knew would be torture. She almost got a second release from it but stopped herself, leaning over to undo his button and free his cock from his pants. She lay down and ran her tongue over the underside three times before she got up and moved her underwear to the side, impaling herself down on him. She rocked her hips back and forth and side to side. They were both panting with effort as she rode him. He pulled his torso up periodically to kiss her and mark the sides of her neck. She continued to lower and raise herself on his dick until she could feel his balls tighten against her ass and the waves of heat came as he lost himself in her. He got up to take off the rest of his clothes and then crawled into bed beside her. She also took off her last scrap of clothing and they lay against each other, skin to skin. "So," she murmured, still somewhat out of breath. "We christened the new bed I guess." He laughed. "Yeah, I guess we did. This is so much better than the hotels we were staying in, huh?" "I'd have to say so. At least I can't hear everyone else in the hotel doing the same thing. It's kind of weird. Hearing them through the walls made me feel like the whole hotel was a porno." "I think I saw that one years ago." She gave him a look, so he nuzzled her neck, brushing his chin over the sensitive parts that he had marked. "Don't tell me you've never seen that one." "I don't watch porn, Mulder. It's kind of degrading." "It can also be empowering. For some people, anyway." He could barely convince himself. "Yeah, I guess so. But I just don't like it. Although I've caught a few glimpses on my computer lately when an ad pops up while I'm searching the web." "Seriously? Where can I find it?" He let her know with his tone of voice that he was teasing. She smiled at him. "That's fore neither of us to ever find out, I hope." He rolled over on his side. "I want ice cream," he blurted out. "So go to the corner store and get some. You can do that now." His intense craving almost led him to leave the beautiful woman in his bed, but her warm body was even more persuasive. When she realized he wasn't going anywhere, she rolled on top of him and began kissing her way down his body.