Author : @a-january-girl
Rating : Explicit (NSFW)
Summary : post “The Goldberg Variation”
Notes : Nothing would have been the same without my @alldolleduppink chérie, super beta, awesome friend, butt kicker extraordinaire. Let’s consider her a co-writer on this one, cause she’s done so much ❤️
It’s too late to catch a plane back home after making sure Richie Lupone is going to be fine following his surgery, so Mulder and Scully inform the Bureau that they will be on the next flight to DC first thing in the morning. They find a nearby diner that entices Mulder with the promise of the best steak dinner in town and a grilled chicken salad that doesn’t make her regret having to stay another night in the Windy City. As usual, he is the classic gentleman holding doors for her and his hand quickly finding its place at the small of her back. However, things have been different between them for the past weeks and tonight is no exception when his fingers wander more freely and pull her towards him in an outright possessive hold on their way to their motel rooms.
It is agreed that a shower and a change of clothes is necessary for both of them. As she retreats to her room to the prospect of hot water soothing her sore muscles, she doesn’t miss noticing the longing in his eyes. Before consummating their relationship, she would have wished him a good night and immersed herself in the accustomed loneliness of her bed but now she finds herself trying to come up with as many reasons to stay in his company. She has insisted on being extra careful when they are not in each other’s apartments but their time here in Chicago has shown them that luck is on their side.
“You want to go over the case files?” she offers right outside her door. “I’ll just jump in the shower and I’ll meet you in your room. I won’t take long.”
His face lights up and he leans towards her.
“Need help?” he leers and then nods in agreement before disappearing into his own room.
After twenty minutes of enjoying the scent of vanilla cleansing her hair and skin, she decides against putting on the button down pajama set she packed. Instead, she reaches for a black tank top and matching cotton panties and covers them up with her robe.
Upon exiting the bathroom she notices the door to their adjoining rooms is open. From her vantage point she can see Mulder is bare chested, his hair damp from the shower, and sitting up against the headboard. The white bedsheet and the litter of files on his lap hides the rest of his body. She allows herself to admire him for a few more minutes before making her presence known.
“Scully, what if now that we have met Henry and became involved with his – his streak of luck…our luck will change too…” he posits without looking up.
She begins to feel the familiar warmth and tingle in her belly as she watches him toy with his glasses and he presses two fingers over the bridge of his nose.
“Maybe…” she responds quietly, finding herself distracted by his state of semi undress.
She leans against the doorframe in an attempt to regain her composure but permits her eyes to continue their feast.
“I mean life is nothing but a sequence of unrelated events. But in the great scheme of our existence, those tiny things, arranged in a succession of effects, connect with one another and lead to something greater. Look at Richie, for example. Out of all the kids on this planet, how many chances were there for him to become sick? How much luck did he have, in a city as big as Chicago, to have Henry as a neighbour and meet him? How many chances did he even have to be a match to Cutrona? All of those things happened for a reason, don’t you think?”
She simply nods, acknowledging the trueness in his words.
“Maybe our luck will begin to change too,” he states seriously.
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