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The Plus One fic it only took me months to write. My attempt at the sex scene of which we were robbed. Thank you to @enigmaticdoctorscully for some great feedback, and to @13starbuck42 for beta reading and basically holding my hand through my writing.

NSFW. Tagging @today-in-fic

“We’ll think of something.” Scully tells him. She puts her hand over his where it rests on her abdomen, just below her ribs. Her eyes drop to his mouth for just a moment, then back up to meet his gaze. Even in the near black of the room Mulder can see so much in her eyes. He watches as the vulnerability and insecurity of just a moment earlier give way to tenderness and desire.

He knows she is going to kiss him. He can feel it, see it in her eyes. He waits, letting the tension crackle in the air around them until Scully closes the gap between them.

She is tender, almost tentative at first, but he knows they both feel that electric current that still runs between them. Sparks, dormant but not forgotten, come alive under his skin. Inevitably the kiss deepens. She cups his face with spread fingers, pressing herself toward him and opening her mouth to his tongue with a sigh. Mulder slides his hand from her ribcage to cover her breast. No bra - she never wears one to bed - only thin, smooth silk between them and he can feel her nipple stiffen when he starts to knead her.

“Mulder,” she sighs, pressing her chest into his hand, “can you make love to me?”

Comfort.  A missing scene from Sein & Zeit.

I’ve been really busy and my photoshop therapy has suffered, hence the neglect of this blog.  But manipulating my favourite agents into images we don’t get on screen is a very satisfying pastime and I’d like to do more of it.  

After a lot of consideration I’ve decided to change this blog to adults only.  I do tend to have many more erotica images than I have fluffy ones, so it makes sense, and should make posting easier.  

I hope you’re all adults anyway and it won’t make a huge difference, but it’s just a PITA tying to hide things under a cut and post safe and unsafe versions of everything.  I’m not planning on posting anything really explicit here, but most of my images have at least some nudity and mature content, so I can understand that it’s not appropriate for everyone to have them on their dash. Even if you no longer see the feed, I’d still love you to visit from time to time, providing you’ve reached the magical age that defines you as an adult where you live.

It’s a bird…It’s a plane…It’s Skinner!  

Post finale: Mulder and Scully connect with their son in an unconventional way.

note: warning for mentions of the CSM as william’s father plotline (although only in the context of its debunking) and the pregnancy storyline presented in the finale. this story is more or less my attempts at resolving the things that upset me in the finale, and an attempt to leave mulder and scully in a better place than CC did. i also wanted to write a mulder-scully-william reunion that fit with s11’s characterization of william/jackson.

She’s in shock.

That’s the only explanation for it. She’s in shock. She can’t explain the things she said, the words spilling out of her mouth. She can’t get warm. She’s shaking, arms wrapped tightly around herself, huddled under the quilts. She feels so nauseous.

Mulder is lying on his side beside him, tear tracks shining on his face. He’s in shock, too, she thinks. He has to be. He killed his own father just a few moments after seeing his son get shot. His son. Scully wipes cold tears off of her face. This isn’t fair, she wants to shout, none of it. It wasn’t supposed to happen this way.