#rainking

Are you with me? From the prompt list.

tagging @today-in-fic and @xffictober2023

Set during Rain King

Scully POV

My eyes start to flutter as a giant tractor sounds outside. Not for the first time I can’t recall exactly where I am, but for some reason, I feel incredibly safe and warm. There is a shifting behind me, Mulder's arm which had been resting around my middle snakes under my top resting his palm against my stomach. While normally I would be highly alarmed at this display I can tell from his soft snores into my hair that it was unintentional as he is in a deep sleep beside me. His nose moves slightly in my hair and in a clear sleep clad voice he mutters my name. “Mm Scully,” he pulls me just a smidge tighter to him, and my soft safe morning turns more illicit than I’m sure either of us had intended. I try to chant to myself to not move my back more against his straining erection. But god, it’s been so long and to be fair he brushed against me first. 

Don’t do it Dana. 

I know I should move his hand from under my shirt. God, he would most likely be mortified at his behavior. Mulder despite being an asshole some of the time, is a sensitive marshmallow at heart. He would avoid and sheepishly refuse to meet my eyes for days because in his sleep he unwittingly had his hand on me. I’m hardly going to waste three days of his sheepish uncomfortableness when it’s just my stomach he is touching. If he had grabbed my breast then yea maybe I would have had a bigger issue but as my mind worries about Mulder’s reaction, my lower body betrays me by rocking my hips back against his length. Bigger is right. Jesus, sure I’ve had glimpses of him. Given that I have seen more than most men in full nudity and never batted an eye. This knowledge feels much more sinful. The alarm to my right sounds and I slowly leave the wonderful confines of his arms to turn it off. He looks up in a daze, a small smile across his face. “Hi,” his voice gruff and his eyes sparkle a bit with slow sleepy blinks. “Hi,” I whisper back to him as I lean forward to shut the alarm off. I lay back down, which certainly is a very bad idea. But the bed is still nice and warm. Mulder looks over his shoulder. He clearly has moved to the middle of the bed, as had I in all fairness. He swallows hard, and I know he is now thinking about what happened while we were clearly cuddled together. He shifts his legs uncomfortably and I try to desperately think of something to say to make him feel better. “This mattress sinks an awful lot in the middle,” I say because firstly it’s true and I’m just as guilty of enjoying his arms around me, and I’m not sure I can deal with a sad Mulder when Shelia of nowhere Kansas is trying to desperately get in his pants. 

Should not have thought about his pants Dana. Mulder ruffles his hair and starts to get up. He swings his legs over adjusting the front of soft grey cotton pants facing away from me. “Scully, if I did anything last night... I just,” he is looking down. I reach my hand over and cup his shoulder turning him to me. He is looking at the sheets where our bodies were tangled up together mere minutes ago. “Mulder,” my voice is still soft and I give him a small sheepish smile. “I slept great last night, you make a wonderful back pillow.” He chuckles and I see the awkwardness falling off his shoulders as he smiles at me. He reaches over tucking my hair behind my ear. “Anytime you want a Mulder-shaped back pillow, you let me know. Happy to be of service.” I laugh as he starts to stand up. He gestures towards the bathroom and I nod. Happy to have him shower first. Not only do I want to walk into a Mulder-scented bathroom. I also have a feeling he won’t be using up all the hot water. He peeks out of the bathroom as I sit up. “Hey, can I use your toothpaste? Mine is low.” I nod as I hear his thanks I wonder about a Mulder kiss of minty freshness. Get a grip Dana or you won’t need any hot water either. 

The rest of the morning proves to be happily uneventful. Well except for Mulder thinking he can give dating advice. I love Mulder, truly love him but he doesn’t date. He watches porn and is much more into the solo act, unfortunately, my own life has fallen to a similar sex status. Given Mulder's terrible taste in women, I don’t blame him. Phoebe was more than a trip, and Diana well Diana doesn’t get mentioned for very good reasons. 

I head back to the TV station since I’m destined to die in this god-forsaken town. Finding Holman outside muttering to himself. Not surprised that Mulder’s dating advice seems to have failed, I gesture to Holman that we should head back inside before I’m completely drenched in the rain that is now pelting the dried-up land. 

Holman is behind me as we turn the corner. I see Sheila and stop Holman for a second with my hand, as Daryl sits in a seat cuffed to a chair. I’m just about to say something when Sheila attempts to kiss Mulder. I am somewhat shocked at the boldness, and also more than a little jealous. But Mulder holds up his hand to her. He looks straight at Sheila and says “I’m in love with Agent Scully.” Sheila steps back, my mouth drops open. Sheila is saying something but it’s muddled as if underwater. Mulder just admitted to being in love with me. Mulder touches Sheila’s arm. “Look, I’m not as brave as Holman to tell her,” Mulder says sheepishly. Somehow I find my voice. “I heard you,” it’s not what I meant to say of course. I meant to say “Can I speak with you in private at our motel with a single bed, where clothing is now not part of the nighttime attire.” Probably wouldn’t have said the last bit. Mulder turns to me and his panicked face is more apparent than ever. Holman looks at Sheila and walks down the hall. Sheila’s eyes shift between me and Mulder, and then as if she suddenly is struck with Mulder's exact implications about bravery goes searching for Holman. 

Mulder walks towards me eyes cast down. He licks his lips. “I didn’t mean for you to hear it, like that,” he whispers. I shake my head. Reach up to cup his cheek. Daryl slumps heavily in the chair behind Mulder. Who knew that Kansas could be so interesting. Mulder might not have meant for me to hear him, but he still said it. And I can’t in my good conscience let him be braver than me. “I am very much in love with you too, Mulder.” I give him a small smile tilting my head softly. His hands grip my shoulders as he bends down. “Really?” he asks his face full of wonder. I nod pretty eagerly and Mulder sighs heavily before pulling me against him in a hug. I laugh as he hugs me tight. “Can we please get the hell out of here?” he says. 

Sheila rounds the corner, holding Holman's hand. My eyes met Holmans and he gives me a smile with a shrug. “Come on Holman, we need to talk about some things.” Mulder pulls away smiling at me. “What do we do about him?” I give a shrug. “I don’t think Sheila is going to be taking him back anytime.” Daryl cries softly and Mulder goes and unhooks him from the cuffs to the chair. 

I reach for Mulder's hand linking our fingers as we follow Daryl outside, the rain has let up and there is a rainbow in the near distance. Sheila is kissing Holman next to his car. I smile at them. Mulder leans down giving me a soft kiss on the cheek. I look up at him. “Please tell me you plan to do better than that Mulder?” I ask. I’m getting pretty tired of these soft not on the lips kisses. Mulder chuckles cups my face with his warm hand and brushes my lips with his. He is tentative at first but the soft whimper I give him when he starts to pull away gives him courage and he kisses me deeply. It's heaven, my toothpaste, and Mulder's tongue dancing eagerly with mine. My hands snake into his hair and we have to pull apart to breathe. “Let’s get out of here, are you with me?” my voice is husky and I lean up to give Mulder another soft kiss. He is already opening my car door for me. “Always, Scully.”

San Pedro y Santa Rita: soñando bajo la lluvia

Quiero compartir este arte que hice con mucho cariño durante los meses de lluvia de Febrero del 2017 en Lobitos, un pequeño pueblo de pescadores localizado al norte del Perú. La casa donde vivo está localizada en el distrito de Nuevo Lobitos y es una de las primeras en ser construidas en este barrio. Los vecinos son familias de pescadores, mujeres comerciantes, y muchos niños jugando alrededor.

El año pasado, las lluvias causadas por el “fenómeno del niño” fueron impresionantes. Llovía tanto que no se podía ir a ningún lado, puesto a que el agua había hecho que la tierra se vuelva lodo, el cual se hundía hasta la rodilla. Es así que pasaba mucho tiempo del día tomando café bajo el techo que está fuera de la casa, mirando a la calle. Ahí pude observar como a través de las semanas crecía una planta que parecía que ya estaba casi muerta, alrededor de un San Pedro muy seco. Ambas plantas contaban con espinas y estaban tan cerca, pero nunca se tocaban o se lastimaban el uno al otro. Más adelante pude averiguar que esta hermosa planta creciendo era conocida como Santa Rita o también Buganvilla. Sus hermosos y suaves rosados y los intensos magentas de sus flores empezaron a cautivarme. El San Pedro también empezó a revitalizarse con toda el agua disponible y sus colores verdes profundos empezarón a brillar con más ímpetu.

Empezé a fantasear con la idea que ambos se habían enamorado profundamente, pero con tal respeto y libertad que siempre dejaban espacios entre ellos. Era un romance tan hermoso y un amor tan grande que esta energía se veía reflejada en su apariencia, en sus colores y sus olores! Me hizo pensar mucho en como quería afrontar las relaciones con las personas que conozco, la importancia de una real libertad, con respeto a otras formas de pensar, dejando que se desarrollen de la manera que los haga más felices, y que se sientan cómodos con el lugar donde están. Esa es la manera en como quería traducir el amor en esta pintura y en mi manera de vivir. Espero les guste!

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