Fluff fic + Canon correction alert!
Part of the 2026 MSR Bingo Challenge. Post-Hollywood AD. Seems like Skinner isn’t the only one that gets to watch a certain movie starring Mulder and Scully. Chaos ensues.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/86768631
Thank you to @thursdayinspace for the super quick beta and for the love and encouragement 💜
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The day after the movie premiere
They had got back to Mulder’s apartment earlier that afternoon, after the premiere in LA the night before.
It had been a very boozy night. Loose, easy laughter that they had not shared for a while. Now they were both a little sore too, as fitting two people in one bath (as they had been put in separate hotel rooms) proved challenging, slippy and outright dangerous, but yielded great sex results.
Oh boy, did they put that bureau credit card to good use!
They wake up from their post-travel nap on Mulder’s bed, feeling snuggly and loved up. They had been seeing each other for just over a year now. It felt like a lifetime sometimes - and they don’t have to spoon during the night anymore, but limbs still have to always be touching the other person, at all times.
Skinner must have heard Mulder slipping out of Scully’s hotel room earlier that morning. Mulder was absolutely sure their boss had figured everything out by now, but as long as nothing was official or publicly facing, and as long as they continued to deliver results, he thought Skinner would continue to be happy and deny any knowledge.
Scully wakes up from slumber wearing one of Mulder’s old grey T Shirts, nothing underneath. Mulder’s warmth feels so inviting, so she scoots closer, pressing her back against his front.
She wiggles herself against his cock and hears the unmistakable deep grumble from Mulder’s throat, “Mmm… agent Scully, this is an exceptionally quick recovery from your self-diagnosed terminal hangover”, Mulder manages to say against her neck while seeking her nipple through his T Shirt, causing Scully to softly moan in delight. She grabs his hand and puts one of his fingers in her mouth.
“Ooh, you’re feeling dirty today, I like that. What else have you got for me this fine weekend-“
They are suddenly interrupted by the phone in Mulder’s living room. They let the answering machine get it.
“….I think you should answer that”, says Scully with a frown.
Very, very reluctantly, Mulder trudges himself (and his hard-on) to go answer the phone. He can’t quite hear who is on the other side. A metallic voice?
“… Mulder .. cracks … you…”
“Frohike? Is that you?”, he says as he tries to identify the voice, and suddenly there is rising concern in Mulder’s voice.
“… Mulder … Scully … cracks … not … help….crack .. now… please”
Scully senses something is wrong from across the apartment and moves swiftly to be next to him by the phone, mouthing “What’s wrong?”.
There’s now only static on the line, so Mulder hangs up. “I don’t really know.. but there’s something wrong with the guys.”
He pauses, looks briefly down at his boxers and at Scully, half-dressed and still a little flushed- but there’s no time to waste if their friends are in danger. “Let’s get dressed and see what’s going on, Scully”
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