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yours_truly) wrote2018-12-18 01:35 pm
yours_truly) wrote2018-12-18 01:35 pm
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Fic: Lazy Saturday
Title: Lazy Saturday
Fandom: The X-Files [Mulder/Scully]
Rating/Warnings: General Audiences/none
Summary: Domestic, revival-era fluff.
Notes: Originally posted on Tumblr on August 24, 2017. The photo was taken on set during the filming of season 11 and posted on Twitter by David Duchovny. Word count: 419
Scully was curled up with her back against the sofa armrest and her toes shoved into the crease between the cushions, trying to read the small print of an X-File through the brown smudges and particles that kept appearing on the report. She clicked her tongue and then shook out the folder over the floor to her left, finishing with a strong swipe across its pages.
“Mulder, where is this dirt coming from?”
Her partner briefly looked up at her over the top of his glasses from the other side of the couch before returning his gaze to his own file. “The blanket’s probably still dirty from when we watched the eclipse.”
She glanced over at the offending throw and for the first time noticed the little pieces of grass that were clinging to the plaid. She picked one off and held it between her fingers as she asked, “You put the blanket back on the couch without washing it?”
Mulder hummed in absentminded and unconcerned affirmation. Of course he did, she thought. Scully rolled her eyes and raised them to the ceiling as if beseeching it for an excuse for this domestic lapse.
Daggoo, no doubt roused from a lazy afternoon nap by his masters’ voices, wandered into the living room and leapt onto the sofa between them. Always eager for attention, the dog climbed into Mulder’s lap–giving no mind to the files and reports–and started licking Mulder’s face. Mulder tolerated Daggoo better than he ever had Queequeg, but getting to second base with the mutt wasn’t on his list of favorite things to do. Scully forgot her exasperation and had to laugh as he tried to push Daggoo away from him without shoving the dog off the couch. “Okay, down. Down, boy.”
“Daggoo, no kisses for Mulder,” Scully said. “Let’s go get dinner. Dinner time!”
She got up and Daggoo finally jumped down in order to follow her to the kitchen. As she passed by Mulder, he reached out and grabbed her wrist to stop her. “Do you have any kisses for Mulder?” he asked with an eyebrow waggle.
Scully smirked and pecked him on the forehead as he looked up at her. “Not until you brush your teeth, loverboy.” He spanked her lightly in retaliation as she continued on to get the dog’s food. The sound of cabinets opening and closing kept him company as he turned his attention back to the page in front of him.
Eyewitnesses reported strange lights in the sky around midnight….
Fandom: The X-Files [Mulder/Scully]
Rating/Warnings: General Audiences/none
Summary: Domestic, revival-era fluff.
Notes: Originally posted on Tumblr on August 24, 2017. The photo was taken on set during the filming of season 11 and posted on Twitter by David Duchovny. Word count: 419
Scully was curled up with her back against the sofa armrest and her toes shoved into the crease between the cushions, trying to read the small print of an X-File through the brown smudges and particles that kept appearing on the report. She clicked her tongue and then shook out the folder over the floor to her left, finishing with a strong swipe across its pages.
“Mulder, where is this dirt coming from?”
Her partner briefly looked up at her over the top of his glasses from the other side of the couch before returning his gaze to his own file. “The blanket’s probably still dirty from when we watched the eclipse.”
She glanced over at the offending throw and for the first time noticed the little pieces of grass that were clinging to the plaid. She picked one off and held it between her fingers as she asked, “You put the blanket back on the couch without washing it?”
Mulder hummed in absentminded and unconcerned affirmation. Of course he did, she thought. Scully rolled her eyes and raised them to the ceiling as if beseeching it for an excuse for this domestic lapse.
Daggoo, no doubt roused from a lazy afternoon nap by his masters’ voices, wandered into the living room and leapt onto the sofa between them. Always eager for attention, the dog climbed into Mulder’s lap–giving no mind to the files and reports–and started licking Mulder’s face. Mulder tolerated Daggoo better than he ever had Queequeg, but getting to second base with the mutt wasn’t on his list of favorite things to do. Scully forgot her exasperation and had to laugh as he tried to push Daggoo away from him without shoving the dog off the couch. “Okay, down. Down, boy.”
“Daggoo, no kisses for Mulder,” Scully said. “Let’s go get dinner. Dinner time!”
She got up and Daggoo finally jumped down in order to follow her to the kitchen. As she passed by Mulder, he reached out and grabbed her wrist to stop her. “Do you have any kisses for Mulder?” he asked with an eyebrow waggle.
Scully smirked and pecked him on the forehead as he looked up at her. “Not until you brush your teeth, loverboy.” He spanked her lightly in retaliation as she continued on to get the dog’s food. The sound of cabinets opening and closing kept him company as he turned his attention back to the page in front of him.
Eyewitnesses reported strange lights in the sky around midnight….