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the enigmatic dr. scully ([personal profile] rockitlike) wrote in [personal profile] jowls 2023-07-31 07:44 pm (UTC)

[ It makes her think not only of the early days here, when the luxury of a place that was theirs and only theirs had been intoxicating, but of countless half-forgotten nights in between places. Pausing on a long drive to look at the stars, camping in nameless forests. Back when the world was just the two of them, when that was all they could ask for, when it was enough. ]

African or Indian?

[ She squints up at the sky to consider it for a moment-- really it looks more like a Thanksgiving turkey to her-- before letting her gaze fall back to Mulder, reclining on the blanket. Sure, softer than he used to be, but-- and admittedly she's the most biased of audiences-- he's still strikingly handsome, strong and tall and agile; the father of her children, the love of her life. He looks even better now than before she left, she thinks-- he's at ease in a way she can't remember seeing in ages.

Sinking to her knees, and then stretching out on her side beside him, she props her chin on her hand. She, too, is softer than she used to be-- in obviously different ways, still slight enough to be explained away or camouflaged, though undressed like this it's obvious, the way her curves have filled out. ]


I really do miss you all day. [ It's a little shy; but she feels like she needs to say it, needs him to know how much he's with her even when he isn't with her. ]

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