#there bye

season 3- pusher | early msr | t | second person mulder pov | wc; 495

@today-in-fic

The prequel to Somewhere Else and Drifting Off that was supposed to be written around the same time as when I wrote the first two and that just never happened so here we are 6 months later. ANYWAY. read this fic first before reading the other two because it comes first chronology. Oh this fic does just end too, sorry about that um...I got tired and my brain just stopped working we love that.

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Five Minutes.

You never wanted to leave. The bed was soft and warm, she was soft and walm. You snuggle closer, content for it to never end.

“Mulderr,” she whines in a loveable, adorable way. “We need to get up.”

You bury your head between her neck and shoulder, inhaling the smell of her hair.

“Never.”

You don’t see it but you know she rolls her eyes.

“I already set my alarm much later than usual. Come on.” She goes to shuffle out of the bed but your arms are encircling her, pulling her back, stopping her from moving. Your hands claim her body, touching and stroking every inch of skin they can touch. A low burn starts in the pit of your stomach, you can feel it and she can feel it too.

“We don’t have time,” she protests vocally however her body puts up very little resistance.

“Give me five minutes,” you say, peppering her neck, shoulder, and arm with little kisses.

A quirk of an eyebrow. “Five minutes?” she asks, her scepticism ever present in all situations. “That’s pushing it, isn’t it?”

You tug her towards you, rolling her beneath you. You meet where it matters, her knees around your waist, all talk of time forgotten.

You grin. “I can be quick,” you boast.

A pout appears across her face.

“I deserve something, too.”

The grin turns into a laugh. Why would she ever think otherwise?

“Of course you do.” That grin is back. “Give me threeminutes.”

This time you’re able to see the eye roll.

“This boasting isn’t attractiiive.”

Suddenly you sheaf yourself inside of her, catching her off guard, her words falling to sighs all around you.

You can’t say if you met your target, the whole concept of time drifted away from you, nothing existed beyond what you could see, feel, and hear; basically nothing existed outside of Scully.

That was until a shrill of a phone ringing too many times for your liking meant you had to exist in a world beyond the woman beneath you.

“Hello,” you answer in the most casual-not-just-finished-having-sex kind of way.

It’s Skinner. Words of a mind-bender, a Frank Burst of the Richmond field office, and a possible collision…? Either way, the work awaits and you must go.

You pat Scully’s thigh, almost oblivious to her lethargic state.

“Let’s go!” you say with a lot more enthusiasm and gust than usual.

Yet the tables have turned and it’s Scully who doesn’t want to leave.

“Five more minutes,” she whines.

You lay your stomach next to her, grinning ridiculously.

“Later,” you say unable to help yourself. You press a kiss against her nose. You tell her, “You smell like sex. Shower time,” and attempt to pull her up from the bed by her arm. She protests, groaning and pouting, trying to snuggle back into slumber.

“I’ll help you, come on.”

don't put author notes in the middle of a sentence. it's useless, and if you have to make a note, it can wait until the end

keep track of your own continuity

don't describe too much, especially when it comes to clothes. nobody cares about what brands your characters are wearing; people like to imagine things

grammar. is. EVERYTHING.

If you're writing smut:

there's a difference between rough and abusive

have your characters be responsible, thanks, and safe (just because it might be fictional doesn't mean the safety shouldn't be recognized)