Four and Six

by: mldrgrl Rating: NC-17 Summary: There can never be enough all things fics, right?

Scully wakes with a roll of her head and a deep inhalation.  Her eyes open wide for a moment, then roll back as she stretches her neck.  She’s warm from sleep and from the blanket that scratches her chin.  She doesn’t know how long she was out for and struggles to pull her arm free to look at her watch.  It’s barely past dinner time.

With a sigh, Scully pushes herself up from the couch and lets the blanket fall to the cushions.  She can hear Mulder in the kitchen, water running in the sink.  In her stockinged feet, she’s able to sneak up on him, even if that’s not what she’s trying to do.  He’s washing their teacups and she slips her arms around his waist and rests her cheek against his back.

Mulder startles just a bit and looks over his shoulder.  “Scared me,” he says.

“Sorry.”  She doesn’t feel sorry though, she feels something more like contentment.

“You don’t sound sorry.”

Her eyes slip shut and she smiles, her mild chuckle muffled by his soft sweater.