[ Downstairs is fine, the couch is fine - hell, the line of Scully's body right here is, even if the drying-paint smell isn't exactly an aphrodisiac. But there's still daylight, not to mention a field that belongs to them, too far from their neighbors to expose them. ]
I'll get a blanket. [ One more kiss, before he gets a crick in his neck, and reluctantly, his arms drop from her. ] You get...I don't know. Surprise me.
[ A bottle of wine, a selection of toys, her own adventurous spirit? He's not picky. ]
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[ Downstairs is fine, the couch is fine - hell, the line of Scully's body right here is, even if the drying-paint smell isn't exactly an aphrodisiac. But there's still daylight, not to mention a field that belongs to them, too far from their neighbors to expose them. ]
I'll get a blanket. [ One more kiss, before he gets a crick in his neck, and reluctantly, his arms drop from her. ] You get...I don't know. Surprise me.
[ A bottle of wine, a selection of toys, her own adventurous spirit? He's not picky. ]