Comfort My Love With Apples 
By: Jenna Tooms
PG. Scully/Doggett smut in ten minutes.

He was just standing at the counter, eating an apple and watching her. "Do you want 
some?"

"Sure," she said, putting down the dishrag. But instead of handing her the apple he 
stepped close and put his arm around her, holding the apple in front of her mouth. She 
glanced up at him: his eyelids were lowered, his lips parted. 

"Take a bite." His normally husky voice was even lower than usual. She smiled, grasped 
his wrist and bit into the apple. It was sweetly tart, its flesh crisp and juicy. The peel was 
a dark, glossy red.

A drop of juice lingered on her chin and he smiled when she licked it away. He put his 
other arm around her waist and she leaned back against him comfortably, feeling his 
heartbeat and his muscles work as he bit, chewed and swallowed. He held the apple to her 
mouth again. "More?"

"Yes." Again she bit, tasting the piece of fruit with every part of tongue before crushing it 
against her teeth. He rubbed his chin against her hair. 

A drop of juice, clear and sweet, hung from the apple. "Do you want it, Dana?" he 
whispered, holding the apple tantilizingly above her mouth. "It's yours, if you want it."

"Yes," she breathed, and held out her tongue as he let the drop fall.