Title: Indulgences
Author: Laura Sprys
Date: 5/17/2001
E-Mail: short_and_cute@hotmail.com
Rating: a bit beyond PG but not much
Category: MSR
Summary: Everyone needs to indulge a bit, especially
after a bad day.
Spoilers: DON'T PANIC: There aren't any spoilers. I swear.
Disclaimer: I've borrow our illustrious duo for a bit
... to write something that Carter wouldn't dare ...
Mulder and Scully having a life ...
because his toying is too hard to bare ...

$%&$%&$%

Indulgences
By: Laura Sprys

"Let's make a deal here and now that we never do
this again."

"I'd shake on it but I'm too tired to move."

"Want me to take you home?"

"Not particularly."

Thrown off by the answer but recovering quickly,
"so where would you like to go?"

Shrugging her shoulders, "some place quiet, warm and
comfortable with a place to put my feet up and set
my beer down."

"Beer? Agent Scully, I'm surprised at you."

"You'd rather have a shot of Tequila wouldn't you?"

"Actually I was thinking about some Vodka and O.J."
Pulling the car into a party store parking lot, he
hopped out and returned a few minutes later with 'sed'
beverages. Stashing them in the backseat, he headed for
the only place he knew of that would fulfill Scully's
request.

Pulling into Scully's mom's driveway about 20 minutes
later, Scully laughed at him, "I figured you were
kidding when I saw where we were headed."

Turning the car off, he grabbed the bag out of the
backseat, "I called from the store. I told her we had
a bad day and we wanted her back yard for awhile."

Staring at the dark house, "and she agreed to it?"

"Yup ... as long as we don't wake up the neighbors."

"She must love you."

With a grin, "how could she not?"

$%&$%&$%&

Sneaking quietly through the gate, they made their way
onto the back porch. Mrs. Scully had put a pitcher on
the table along with some glasses and a note that
simply said, "sorry for the horrible day ...
good night ... love, Mom."

"Your mother rocks Scully."

Kicking off her shoes, she rolled up her pants,
untucked her blouse, ran her fingers through her unruly
hair and sat down on the porch couch, propping her feet
up on the railing, "yes Mulder, my mom rocks." As she
leaned her head back, she pointed to the orange juice,
"now pour."

Mulder pretty much mirrored Scully's actions, then he
stirred together two glasses and handed one to her,
"may our days never be so shitty again."

Clinking his glass, "here, here."

After taking a couple healthy swallows, Mulder rolled
his head so he could look at her, "are we gluttons for
punishment, doing what we're doing?"

"Gluttons, no. But we do seem eager for punishment."

"After today, I say to hell with it all. I should
go be an ice-cream truck driver like I wanted to
when I was eight."

Draining her glass, she handed it back to Mulder
for a re-fill, "you wanted to drive an ice-cream
truck?"

Mulder went about filling her back up, "What? Did
you always aspire to be a doctor?"

"No."

Seeing the possibilities with this conversation,
"if you hadn't realized you were meant to slice and
dice, what would you be doing now?"

"Oh, Lord, I'm having flashbacks of my high school
counselor drilling me about my fast approaching career
choice."

"You wanted to be a nun didn't you?"

Almost shooting her drink out her nose, "too many
hickeys for the nunnery."

Attempting to keep his laughter quiet, "you mean you
let some fumbling sixteen year old suck on your neck
like he was Dracula?"

"14," raising her glass in his direction, "and I never
said it was my neck."

"You're gonna get me all hot and bothered here Agent
Scully."

"Then I won't tell you that when I was ten I wanted to
be a Hell's Angel."

Leaning over and squinting to see in her eyes better,
"is that really my Scully in there?"

"Aside from aspirations about being the ice-cream man,
did you always feel the need to surround yourself with
serial killers, lone gunmen, red-headed partners and
numerous government fucknuts?"

Moving on to his second glass, "red-heads, yes ...
the rest of it, no way in hell."

"What would you think if I told you that I had been
two seconds shy of becoming a history major and a
librarian?"

"I'd say I'd have spent my entire college career in
the library spying on you."

Raising an eyebrow in his direction, "I can picture
you as a professional Curling player."

He grinned and made like he was pitching, "baseball,
woman. Baseball."

She suddenly chuckled, "one of the things I've always
wanted to do was go to the moon, hit a baseball towards
Earth, fly home and when it got back to me, I would have
hit the world's longest homerun."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I figured I'd write my name and address on it,
wrap it in something that wouldn't burn up, wail on it
and get my name in Guinness."

"And you said you had more necessary things to do with
your time that slap a piece of horsehide with a stick."

Grinning at him, "you'd be amazed at what you don't know
about me."

As he settled back in the cushions, "then tell me."

"You seriously want to hear that stuff?"

"I wouldn't have asked otherwise." Twinkling his eyes at
her over the rim of his glass, "what are the things
you've always wanted to do?"

Topping off both their glasses before getting
comfortable, "when I was seven, I wanted to be an
Admiral in the Navy. Bill had already made up his mind
that he was going to follow dad and just once, I wanted
to be able to tell him what to do and I figured
Admiral would be the way to do it."

"Always had those lofty goals didn't you?"

"Are you kidding? When I was nine, I wanted to
operate a steam shovel."

"Construction?"

"No. I just wanted to dig a big ass hole in the
ground."

"When did that dream fade?"

"It hasn't. I still want to run one before I die."

Chuckling again, "and what else would lady Scully
like to do?"

"I want to be a mailman ... just for a day ... to
see what it's like."

"Noble calling."

Shutting her eyes, she continued, "I want to throw a
paper airplane into the Grand Canyon. I want to be
able to put my feet in every body of water on Earth,"
a small smile spread across her face, "I want to follow
the sun around the world. I want to go to Australia
to see the Southern Cross in the sky. I want to spend
the night in a lighthouse..."

Mulder interrupted her, "a lighthouse?"

"They're at the edge of the world Mulder. They're as
far from land as possible, looking so lonely with their
light roaming the darkest corners of the horizon. I
would like to keep the light company for just one night."

Lowering his voice to almost a whisper, "you've got a
romantic in you somewhere,  even if you never admit it."

"I'll admit it Mulder," leaning to her side and putting
her lips next to his ear, "because I know there's
one in you too."

Enjoying her soft voice in his ear, "you've always
wanted to write a trashy romance novel haven't you?"

A snort escaped before she could stop it, "no, but I
did always have this dream of skinny dipping with
Davy Jones ... you know, check out his locker."

Groaning at the joke, "that was bad ... even for you."

"All right then, what's one of your wishes?"

Grinning sheepishly, "I would like to watch the
sunrise over Martha's Vineyard, then follow it and
watch that same sun set over San Francisco."

"That would be fun." Poking his leg with a bare toe,
"can I come with you?"

"Can't imagine you not being there." He jabbed her
back playfully, "what else would you like to do?"

"I'd like to camp in the last five states on my list."

"What list?"

"I've camped in all the states except Louisiana,
Georgia, South Carolina, Oklahoma and Montana."

"Promise me I get to go with you."

"Of course."

Realizing a few moments later that he had indeed been
gazing at her, "so, ready for a refill?"

Setting her glass on the small table, "nawh, I'm
feeling pretty good."

Mulder reached up and flipped the porch light switch
off, surrounding them in moon lit darkness. Settling
next to Scully once again, his tilted head barely touching
hers, "would you have ever walked into Blevins office if
you even had a minor inkling of what it would have led to?"

She took a minute before answering, "if I had known all
that was going to happen, then no, probably not ... but
if I had known that I'd meet you, I would go back in
that office without hesitation."

Cautiously he entwined his fingers with hers, "want
to go for a walk?"

"I'd like that."

Quietly, they went back out the gate and wandered slowly
up the sidewalk, bare-footed and still holding hands.
Several minutes past in comfortable silence until
Scully asked softly, "would you have kept me around if
you knew what was going to happen?"

"I never thought of giving you up for a second and I
don't plan on getting rid of you, ever."

Tightening her grip, "thanks."

They continued to walk until they had circled the
neighborhood. Returning to the back porch, Mulder
happened to glance at the neighbor's house, "that's what
I want right now."

Scully followed his gaze and landed on the hot tub
sitting quietly on the back lawn by the house. Grinning,
"want to go in?"

"Sure, then we can get arrested for trespassing, thrown
in jail and I can become somebody's bitch ... no thanks."

"The Steiner's are on vacation. Mom's watching the
house for the next couple of weeks. They've been
friends forever and they told her she could use the
pool and hot tub if she wanted to."

"Are you joking?"

Shaking her head, "nope. The key's inside."

Already heading toward the door, "I think we need
to find it." It only took a second for them to grab
the key, some towels and the drinks. Stopping at
the gate to their backyard, "is there an alarm?"

"Yeah, but the code's on the key." Heading to the
porch, she unlocked the backdoor and turned off the
alarm, "mission accomplished. I can't believe we're
doing this."

Mulder smirked at her, "blame it on the alcohol."
Cracking his knuckles, "now the only question in, do
we go in with clothes or without?"

Scully swallowed, "you mean naked?"

"Butt naked."

Looking down at her clothes, she looked up at him, "I'd
hate to get these wet."

Already pulling of his shirt, "naked it is then."

Smiling in spite of herself, she turned to let him get
in, "why don't you go first."

Stopping with his undershirt halfway over his head,
"you've seen me naked more times than I can count."

"But you were always unconscious."

"Good point." About thirty seconds later, Scully heard
him climb in, "your turn."

Turning, she saw his hands cupped tightly over his
eyes and a pile of clothes on the bench. Quickly she
stripped down, "no peaking," and slid into the tub
across from him. Making sure she was covered, "you
can look now."

Mulder opened his eyes and grinned at her, "I bet this
falls under agents consorting."

"Probably." Pointing towards the bottle on the ledge
next to his head, "I believe I'll have another."

Pouring, "I believe I'll join you."

$%&$%&$%&

Things were a bit awkward at first but after they
had drained their glasses, things had loosened up
considerably. By 2:00am, Mulder was on the same
side of the tub as Scully and they were laughing
hysterically (but quietly) about Mulder's first date.

"She was the best looking girl in the eighth grade.
If only I hadn't dropped an entire punch bowl of
red Kool-Aid on her and slammed her hand in the
door, I think we might have lasted."

"You just keep telling yourself that Mulder."

Swatting her thigh under the water, "like every
date you've ever had went smoothly."

"I never said that."

Wriggling his eyebrows at her, "well, at least one
of your dates had to be a success."

"And how would you know that?"

"Well, by brilliant deduction, I'm thinking that when
you let that 14 year old give you a hickey that wasn't
on your neck ... you were having a pretty good date."

Scully turned red, "that was a very good date ... so
were the rest of them with him that summer."

"So, Special Agent Scully, where exactly did you
let him go?"

"A girl doesn't kiss and tell."

Moving so he was standing in front of her, the water
covered up to his belly with the bubbles obscuring
any other view she may have had, "but he was the one
doing the kissing."

Scully leaned forward a bit and Mulder crouched so
he was eye-level with her. Moving her head towards
him, Mulder met her half way, their lips brushing
hesitantly. Time stopped at they stared at each other
until he broke the spell, knowing that he wouldn't be
able to restrain himself much longer, especially
with the steam causing those tempting red curls
framing her face, "we should probably get out."

Biting her lip, savoring the contact with him, she
continued to hold his gaze, "yeah." Grinning slyly
at him, "why don't I go first?"

Mulder involuntarily leaned in for another kiss but
catching himself, he sat back and shut his eyes,
"holler when you're through."

After slipping on her underwear and buttoning up
her shirt, she went to pull on her pants, only to
discover they had been sitting in a small puddle
with Mulder's shirt. Checking that her blouse hung
low enough, "all right, I'm finished."

Opening his eyes, she saw her still bare legs,
"what happened?"

"Puddle."

"Ah ... well, turn around." Once she did, Mulder got
dressed as well, "so, how's your head doing?"

"Aside from being a bit light-headed, I'm fine."
Gathering up the towels, "how 'bout yours?"

"Well, I don't think I should be operating any
machinery in the near future."

Turning back around, "mom won't mind if we stay
the night."

"Good because I don't feel like running any small
children over."

Heading for the door, she locking it and set the
alarm, "ready?"

"Yup." Making their way back to Scully's porch, they
lay their wet clothing over the railing, "they should
dry eventually."

Walking into the kitchen, Scully deposited the glasses
and the empty containers in the sink and put the keys
on the table. Heading towards the stairs, "follow me."

Mulder did as ordered, enjoying the view from behind.
Both ended up in the doorway of one of the extra
bedrooms. The bed was heaped with boxes and he
whispered in her ear, "nobody's used that bed in
awhile have they?"

Not quite knowing what to do, she hesitated, "there's
a ... there's a queen size bed at the end of the hall
... it's big enough for two."

Mulder, watching the red slowly creep up her cheeks,
decided to let the opportunity go, "that's all right.
The couch'll be fine."

She suddenly laughed, "you've never slept on that
couch have you?"

Shaking his head, "no ... why?"

"It's got more lumps than my mother's mashed potatoes."
Starting down the hall, she motioned for him to
follow. Once in the room, she closed the door, "you'll
never get any sleep down there."

Both stared at the bed for a minute, "you sleep on the
left side don't you?"

Scully looked at him in surprise, "how did you know?"

"Psychic abilities are an amazing thing."

"Right, don't ask." Heading for the dresser on the
wall, she dug up a pair of cut off sweats and tossed
them to Mulder, "here you go."

"Whose were these?"

"I think they were Charlie's. Mom keeps some stuff
around for anyone who stays over."

Dropping his pants on the floor, he pulled on the
shorts, "those things would have been a bitch to
sleep in."

"I figured." She had found a large shirt for herself,
"be back in a second."

When she returned from the bathroom, Mulder couldn't
help but stare a bit, given the fact that all she
had on was the t-shirt. The hem fell a few inched
above her knees and hung on her small frame but the
picture gave Mulder enough imagery to fuel a few
months worth of fantasies. Clearing his head with
a shake, "ready?"

Scully flipped off the light, "bet you five buck
I'm asleep before I hit the pillow."

Already having climbed in, "why bet? I refuse to
lose to a girl."

Getting in next to him, "but you'll sleep on pink
flowered sheets?"

"Dually noted but your head's on the pillow and
you're still talking."

That same pillow hit him square in the face, "good
night Mulder."

Lying back on his pillow with a smile, "it is indeed."

$%*&$%&$%$&%

When she went out to get the morning paper, she
noticed Mulder's car still sitting in the driveway.
Heading into the kitchen, she noticed the glasses
in the sink. Smiling, she went quietly out to the
back porch, expecting to find them asleep in the
porch chairs. All she found, however, was her
daughter's pants and Mulder's shirt over the
railing along with two towels and two pairs of
shoes in a pile under the table. Confused, she
headed back upstairs and made her way to the end of
he hall. Knocking softly, she opened the bedroom
door and saw both of them asleep with the sheet in a
tangle on the floor. Scully, as usual, was curled up
on her side and Mulder was more or less behind her,
head buried in her neck and are resting on her hip.

Amused at the sight of the two of them, she hesitated
at having to wake them but she knew they were already
late for work. Walking over to Scully, she gently
began shaking her shoulder, "Dana, honey - wake up."

Scully, still asleep, smiled, "Mulder ..."

"Dana, wake up. It's mom. You guys are late."

This time Scully opened her eyes, blinking a few
times to focus, "mom?"

"It's almost 7:30am, you're going to be late for work."

Mulder's voice emerged over Scully's shoulder,
"Skinner can kiss our collective ass."

Both Scully and her mom couldn't help but laugh,
"come down and get some breakfast when you're ready."

After she had left, Scully sat up and turned towards
Mulder, "he won't kiss our asses Mulder, he'll kick them."

He reached over and pulled Scully's supporting arm
from under her, flopping her back onto the bed,
"then we aren't in any hurry."

Arguing with herself for about two seconds, the
fact that she was pressed against Mulder's warmth
brought her over to the dark side, "I guess a five
minute nap wouldn't hurt."

"I love how your mind works.

$%&$%&$%&$

An hour later, they stumbled into the kitchen,
Scully heading to the refrigerator for some orange
juice, Mulder aiming for the toaster. Scully kissed
her mom on the way to the table, "thanks for waking
us up, even though we did fall asleep again. I didn't
realize how tired I was."

Mulder piped in, "I just gotta say, that was the most
comfortable bed I've ever slept in."

Inclined to believe it was the company that made him
enjoy the bed but, being the good mother that she
was, she kept that thought quiet, "I take it you two
had fun last night?"

"We had a hell of a day yesterday ... one of those
that you don't want to take home with you. Thanks for
letting us come by."

"Honey, you know you're welcome any time. Which reminds
me, did you enjoy the hot tub?"

Mulder stopped mid-chew and nodded vigorously, "it
was awesome but how did you know we were in there?"

"I'm a mother ... it's my job ... and there are two
damp towels out back and the Steiner's keys are on
the table."

Scully grinned sheepishly, "they won't mind will they?"

"No. They said I could us it anytime but what did you
wear when you went in?"

Mulder quickly shoved the rest of his toast in his
mouth and Scully gulped down her juice. Standing up,
"thanks Mrs. Scully, for everything but we really do
have to go." Looking over at his partner, "ready?"

Mrs. Scully already knew the answer to her question
but she wanted to see how they'd react. Holding in her
smile at their slight panic, "well, drive carefully and
stay out of trouble."

After retrieving their shoes and clothing, they
changed and headed out the door, with Scully's mom
waving from the front porch. As soon as they were
out of sight, Scully made the comment, "I have a
feeling she enjoyed that."

"Of course she did Scully. She questioned us and we
freaked out like a couple of teenagers caught making
out."

Without thinking," for that, I'd have sat through a
two hour lecture." Her eyes got wide one she realized
what she had said. Hoping maybe he didn't hear it, she
sneaked a peak at him out the corner of her eye. She
saw him start to grin,

"Are you serious?"

Breaking into a smile herself, she went out on a limb,
"yeah."

Mulder made an immediate u-turn and instead of
continuing on to work, he headed towards Scully's
house, the closer of the two. By the time they pulled
up and got in Scully's door, he was aching to touch
her. As soon as the door was locked and bolted behind
them, he grabbed her around the waist and puller her
close, "we can still go to work if you want."

She was already leading him to the couch, "are you nuts?"

His lips found hers as they dropped to the couch.
Skipping past any preliminary hesitation, his mouth
opened and his tongue went exploring. His mind spun
in giddy excitement when he felt her tongue come out
to do battle with his.

Every so often, they came up for air, only to continue
their play a moment later. Scully heard Mulder's cell
phone ring but he broke the contact only long enough
to toss it across the room and tell her to forget it.

Hands began roaming as well. Fumbling with the buttons
on her shirt, he growled in frustration until Scully's
hands joined his and made quick work of the clasps.
With her now shirtless, Mulder went after the bra without
losing contact with her lips.

Scully tugged at the bottom of Mulder's shirt and he
stopped kissing her long enough to toss it onto the
floor. Now is she could only get him out of his pants,
life would be perfect. Her hand stopped on his stomach
though, when she felt him undo the bra hooks.

Sliding the accursed piece of clothing off, he flung
it over his shoulder. Working his way down to her breast,
he took the hard, dark pink nipple into his mouth,
sucking cautiously until he heard a moan in the back
of Scully's throat. With that, any restraint exited
his mind. Trailing his way back to her lips, "like
that ay?"

He laughed as she took his shoulders and shoved him
back down to her chest, "yes, and I think you should
do more of that."

"I'm thinking we should do all of this more often."

Reaching down for his belt buckle, "I couldn't agree
with you more."

$%&$%&$%&$%&

Thanks for reading ... enter anytime ... my stories
like to have visitors (all of which can be found or
can be found soon, at the gossamer site -
either under Sprys, Laura or Sprys, L.)