TITLE: MAKE UP SEX AUTHOR: JACQUIE LAVA RATING: NC-17 CATEGORY: MSR KEYWORDS: MULDER POV, MARRIED WITH KID Spoilers: Uh-uh! Season Nine never happened in this universe! Summary: Self-Explaining! XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX Afterwards, he couldn't for the life of him remember all the details of what they'd fought over. Hell... afterwards it was a goddamn wonder he could remember his own name. What he COULD remember was lying in their damp, rumpled bed with every muscle aching and every pore whistling 'Dixie' - and his wife was in roughly the same condition. He sighed in absolute bliss - then his sore ears (yes, even his ears) caught her affronted mumble, floating up at him from her prone position underneath his exhausted body. "Shit. I think my brain shorted out - I can't remember the argument, Mulder; can you?" He buried his nose in the damp hair curling against her tender nape, inhaling the traces of perfume, sweat and delicious woman. God, she smelled incredible. She felt incredible. She'd made him feel incredible - how the Hell was he supposed to recall some dumb fight when he was covering his woman like a blanket and she was gripping him just tightly enough to keep him inside? And her words, "Don't you DARE move, Mulder; I want another baby," still ringing in his delighted ears... Oh yeah. Another child with her; of course he wanted it so badly. A brother or a sister for Will; maybe a little girl with red curls and big blue eyes. A little girl he could spoil rotten; a delicate female who would wrap her big brother around her baby finger and never let go... "No, Baby. I don't know for certain why we fought. I barely know if I'm alive, right now - Jesus, when you make up you seriously MAKE UP..." She giggled into the pillow under her face, then turned her head just enough to catch his lips in a soft, biting kiss. He could feel her stretching beneath him and her fingers twined through his more tightly, there on either side of her pillow, when he would have moved from her. "No. Don't go anywhere. I love the weight of you, especially when we're back to front. I love being pressed down by you - I feel so safe - so warm. So loved -" He groaned softly and licked delicately at her neck. "You are loved, Scully - so much more than I can say, can express. And we have to make a pact, right now - to never fight like that again unless I can lay my hands on some heavy-duty vitamins, otherwise I won't survive the make-up sex..." Her rich chuckle vibrated against his chest. "I'll write you a prescription, Sweetheart..." ****************** As he dozed off he refused to even waste his time thinking about the fight. He'd felt the moment Scully had dropped off to sleep; he unlaced their fingers and had slipped to one side carefully so as not to awaken her. Gathering her soft little body into his arms, Mulder had snuggled down into the warm blankets and let the past hour drift over him like a film he just had to watch, over and over again... They'd faced off across the kitchen table, he remembered that. Words still popping with sarcasm and anger hovered in the air between them, almost tangible like ice fog in the Arctic. Scully's eyes had been hotly blue and snapping with fury; his hands had been clenched at his sides. Thankfully Will was at his grandmother's for the weekend - Maggie's idea, to take him and afford his parents a little romantic weekend at home by themselves. And they'd come so close to ruining everything, with their stupid bickering that escalated into an argument that got blown into a mini-war. Frozen in time, face to face, for the longest minute - and then Scully had sucked in a shuddering breath and one lone tear had overflowed from her eye and trickled down her cheek - and that single tear was a hole in the dam that broke them both. Oh, they'd fought in their past; after so may years together it was a wonder they hadn't killed each other on several different occasions. They'd fought and they'd gotten past it and had found their partnership forged stronger than ever. But this was different. Fighting was different when the love and the heart was engaged this strongly. A careless word between partners could be easily fixed; that same word between lovers could prove deadly. Mulder was a sarcastic man. He knew this about himself. He had a dry wit and his humor was decidedly bent. Sometimes he could be a prick. This he also knew of himself. And sometimes Scully could provoke him like no one else could; that coolness would come over her and it would be the worst sort of bait, for him - to nip and pick at her, trying for a reaction. Like little children sitting on a swing set and poking grubby index fingers into each other's ribs, the words could prod and irritate. Mulder knew this, about her - about himself. And he liked to prod. Sometimes he especially liked to irritate... So when it happened this time, the first in a long time, actually - since way before they were married - with all of their emotions engaged the words were especially hurtful. Suddenly it wasn't two partners shaking it off - it was a husband and a wife. Worse, they were still newlyweds, so to speak - still learning that new side of their relationship. Well, the result of their fight was on his wife's face; that one tear broke him. He watched it fill up her eye, saw the moment it gathered more moisture than the lid could hold; followed the path of it down her pale cheek until it ran into the corner of her trembling mouth... and it suddenly didn't matter which of them had said the first mean word or uttered the last cruel sentence. What mattered was that they fix it, now - before it got any worse. Before it tore any more holes into the fabric of their love. Small tears could be mended easily enough - gaping holes could not. He took a step around the table and Scully did the same. One step, then two - and they met in the middle, up against the sink still full of dirty dishes. Inanely enough, that had been the topic of their fight - who was going to do the dishes, by hand because their dishwasher was on the fritz - And as they fell into each other's arms and their urgently whispered apologies were eagerly soaked in by ears needing to hear them... their lips met in kisses just as urgent and as eager. This was their first fight as a married couple. Their first tear in the material called 'Mr. and Mrs. Mulder' - and as hot as their fight had blown, now their need to make it up to each other about singed the hairs off their very heads. Mulder had pressed Scully into the kitchen counter next to the sink, one knee slipped between her thighs and Scully had ridden his leg as their mouths and tongues meshed and tangled. Her hands yanked at his shirt hard, bursting buttons that flew in several directions; Mulder hadn't known buttons could really be popped that way until he witnessed it himself. His eyes snapped open and he'd sent a gaping look down at his open shirt, then raised them to his wife's teary, laughing eyes... and the laugh had bubbled up inside him as well, and he'd grasped her around her narrow waist and lifted her off his knee and high into his arms, swinging her around in their kitchen. Neither had spoken as he'd carried her out of the room, both afraid to break the fragile stitch in that little rip. She'd wrapped her legs about his waist and stared down into his eyes as he'd walked up the stairs and into their bedroom, feeling his way by instinct. The room was cool and dark and she'd shivered when he laid her on the cotton bedspread and began stripping off her clothes. With each layer he removed his urgency grew; Mulder found himself pulling at her sweater and tugging at her jeans with hands made too rough by the need to touch and caress her bare skin. Likewise her fingers finished the job they'd begun on his clothes, until they lay naked and panting next to each other. With a low growl Mulder had reached out and grasped handfuls of Wife, twisting the fingers of one hand into her hair and pulling her face to his, as his other hand cupped at her breast. His lips had taken hers in a hungry kiss; she'd sighed into his mouth and her tongue was aggressive in its conquer of his. Mulder had given it to her, gladly... Scully pushed both of her hands into his groin and her eager fingers had wrapped themselves all around his penis and his balls, and when Mulder took her nipple into his mouth each tug on her tender flesh was met with a pull of her hand on him. It was maddening and erotic and slowly driving him insane... The stroking press of her thumb on the head and over the ridged edge was just about his undoing. His harsh exhale of need was loud in the silent room - When he flipped her over on her stomach and pulled her to her knees, holding her hips steady and curving his body over her, Scully had held onto the bedsheets with gripping fingers and had pushed back into him, until with another hiss of need he probed her carefully to assure her readiness and had then slipped inside. Deep. She took him, so deep. At this angle she was unbelievably tight and her inner muscles clutched at him. His hands found her breasts and held them warm and captive as he thrust and she pushed. He leaned over her back and buried his mouth in her neck; she shuddered when his teeth nipped at her and his tongue soothed the nip. The love they made between them was silent and intense and sapped their strength even as it energized them. The slap of their bodies and the moans they couldn't help but let escape the only sounds within the silent room, still their flesh spoke volumes to each other and each thrust and stroke took them higher and higher, so impossibly high... until with one muffled shriek into the pillow beneath her, Scully tensed and climaxed, hard. Her clinging tremors pulled even harder at Mulder, forcing a raw groan from his throat as he shuddered and pumped against her. The groan played out into the damp skin of her back, forming into a few heartfelt words that made her giggle weakly, when they reached her ears. "Jesus, Scully... I love makeup sex..." ****************** Sometime in the night he awoke and curled himself more snugly against the sleeping form of his wife, still holding her back to front. His hand pressed against her bare stomach, firm yet remaining a little rounded from the birth of their son. Mulder smiled into his pillow as he thought of the words she'd said to him, after they'd both come down from their combined sensual high, and he'd tried to move away for fear of crushing her. "Don't you DARE move, Mulder; I want another baby." "Oh, Scully... so do I..." Maybe it would truly come to pass, nine months from now. Maybe their time had come around again - and maybe they would have a little girl. A little pink and cream and sweet-smelling red-haired baby- child, proof undeniable of the way a couple dedicated to each other could get past the fight and right into the loving - and they'd name her something equally sweet and watch her grow straight and strong right alongside her big brother Will. Mulder found himself whispering it into Scully's silky hair, like a vow. "Maybe, a girl, Baby... a little girl... I adore you, so much..." And his wife's sleepy, loving reply was an echoing whisper that he gladly took back to sleep with him, dreaming of pretty little girl- babies that all looked like his Scully. "Yes, Mulder - maybe a little girl. I love you, too." End