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From: "Lynn Saunders"
Date: Mon, 07 Oct 2002 15:47:02 -0500
Subject: Requited (1/1) by Lynn Saunders
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Title: Requited
Author: Lynn Saunders
Website: http://www.angelfire.com/scifi2/lynnsaundersfanfic
Email: lynnsaundersfanfic@hotmail.com
Distribution: If you want it, you've got it. Just let me know
where you put it.
Rating: NC-17
Classification: SRH - Mulder/Scully
Spoilers: "The Unnatural" (If you haven't seen that ep, you
need to! Where have you been?)
Keywords: Mulder/Scully Romance
Summary: Second in the "So Addictive" series.
Submission Date: 10-07-02
SPECIAL THANKS:
* This story is for Elsie, who provides impromptu turbo-beta
on demand. Thanks for being so patient with me!
* To all of my pals at IWTB for being so supportive and fun!
* Jim: because you signed my guestbook.
* Sara: You know who you are. I'm sure more Waffle House
discussions will be in order.
AUTHOR'S NOTES:
Well, after roughly 2 months of dodging school and work, I have
finally found time to add the next piece. Thanks to all of my
fans for keeping me motivated even when I was convinced I should
quit.
FEEDBACK: If you email me a lot, I won't think you are a stalker.
I promise! All feedback makes a difference. Let me know what you
think.
Disclaimer: "Mulder" and "Scully" are the
property of Chris Carter and 1013. A break from work is
the only thing I am gaining from writing fan fiction.
REQUITED
* * * 1/2 * * *
Sunday, 7:13 PM
Armed with both Scully's favorite food and favorite shirt,
Mulder strode down the hallway with determined steps and came
to rest outside her door. He took a deep breath and
stared at the barrier between them.
Well, the food he was positive about. His choice of clothing
reflected the small hints Scully had given him in the past. He could
definitely remember the handful of times he had caught her
staring at him with a captivatingly predatory gleam in her
eyes. Each time he had been wearing
this shirt or one of the dozen or so just like it. He really
had started out with just one well-worn grey t-shirt,
but he now had incentive to wear it at least once a week, and
he hated laundry. It came down to simple
mathematics.
* * * * * *
How did Mulder find himself standing in Scully's
hallway on a lonely Sunday evening with a few bags of Chinese food
in
hand and a fervently hopeful expression on his face?
It was all careful planning.
Yes, though it shamed him to admit it, most of his actions
of late were directly related to his need to see the last of
the barriers between them crumble into a million pieces: last
night's frolic in the park, for instance.
He couldn't pinpoint the moment
at which he fell in love with Dana Scully, but he could
remember perfectly the moment it became obvious to him. He
had been playing basketball at the gym-- not very
romantic, to be sure.
On the night in question, he had picked up a game of one-on-one
and engaged in general conversation between baskets. As always,
he wouldn't shut up about Scully. Finally, the other guy had
stopped, looked Mulder straight in the eyes and said, "Man...
you've got it *bad*."
Even when he was stretched out on his couch late that night,
the stranger's words had played like a broken record in his
head. The truth became painfully obvious.
Mulder was an obsessive man... and somewhere along the way he
had focused his attention on Scully.
He began to systematically test and judge her reactions to him
in different moods and situations. He carefully sorted and
filed the images away in the recesses of his mind-- files which
could not be erased or stolen-- files which could not go up in
the flames of a shadowy man's cigarette.
Kick-ass Scully, sleepy Scully, Scully
trying not to laugh at his jokes, tired Scully, hurt
Scully, Scully in pain, Scully eating chocolate, Scully
in that red sweater, Dr. Scully, cranky Scully... All were
neatly tucked away for future reference.
But more recently, his files had been updated with two new
versions of happy: "touch my fake ice cream and you die" Scully
and-- his personal favorite-- baseball Scully. Her playful streak
had been resurrected at long last, and the wheels in Mulder's brain
had begun turning. He refused to let the opportunity to get closer
to her escape him again. So, he was prepared to offer her dinner
and companionship for the evening in an attempt to gain access to
more of her personal space and time. Gradually, he hoped to become
in her eyes what she was to him. That might take quite some
time, he knew, but her lighthearted attitude the day before
had given him hope, and what he lacked in confidence he planned
to make up with sheer will and determination.
The baseball idea had been well worth it. She had surprised
him first by saying she had never played, and then
by allowing him to hold her in his arms while he gave
her a lesson. Thinking back, the whole situation seemed
rather suspicious.
Yet, she had welcomed his
embrace, settled back into his arms, relaxed at his touch, and
rewarded him with her smile. Obviously, it was not the first
time he had held Scully. He had provided many comforting touches
in the past. However, it was very rare for her to allow him
so much close contact without grief or pain to tarnish the memory.
In the course of five minutes, Mulder had gotten further than he
had ever dreamed.
All afternoon he reveled in the memories made in that small
baseball diamond. After analyzing every move, every touch she had
made, he demanded more. He was addicted to Scully's touch, Scully's
scent, Scully's smile. Though filing away her attitudes had been
his obsession for a long while, Mulder found himself now focused
on cataloguing her movements. He needed to *feel* her. He needed
to feed his newest obsession.
* * * * * *
Taking one more deep breath, Mulder gave a loud, clear knock.
"Scully, it's me."
No response.
He knocked again.
"Scully?" and held his breath... 1 heartbeat... 2... 3... 4...
Finally, he heard her answer.
He listened to the sound of the bolt unlocking and almost
fell over backwards when the door opened to reveal freshly-
showered Scully. She stood wrapped in a long burgundy robe
that sashed around her small waist, her hair still damp
and curled slightly from towel-drying.
Was that the hard edge of a nipple outlined against the silk? He
swallowed hard and struggled to say something... anything
that didn't involve his desire to rip that delectable little
robe from her body and make her come right there in the
doorway. Finally, he forced out some smart-ass innuendo.
The expression she wore could easily be mistaken for irritation,
however he quickly recognized it as her "I'm trying my damndest
to be pissed off at Mulder" look. It was a very good sign, indeed,
for it indicated that playful Scully was still in action.
He ventured a smile and delighted in the way that her expression
softened. His confidence soared.
"Aren't you *hungry*, baby?"
He was rewarded with a barely-concealed grin and access to her
apartment. Making a speedy entry lest she
change her mind before he got across the threshold, Mulder proceeded
to set out various containers on the kitchen table. He couldn't
help staring as she padded toward the bedroom, her small hands
working a fluffy white bath towel through her damp hair.
"I'm just going to change," she said without looking back at
him.
Nodding, he watched her disappear into the bedroom. It
took all his strength not to follow her. He considered it for
only a moment, then quickly reprimanded himself for coming up
with such a dumb idea.
Mulder made a valiant effort to keep his attention on setting out
their dinner, but the thought of his partner changing in the next
room was proving to be a major distraction. How could he not think
about naked Scully? She was... well... really hot. Why the hell did
she have to change out of that robe anyway? Couldn't she just sit
down and enjoy dinner with him while wearing nothing but burgundy
silk? He would certainly have enjoyed it. Maybe then he would
reach across the table and run his fingers over the soft fabric.
Maybe then he would give the sash a gentle tug, so that the rich
color would fall away to reveal the beautiful lily-white skin
underneath. Maybe then he would damn near knock the table over in
his eagerness to fill his hands with her body. Maybe then...
"Mulder?" Her hand was on his shoulder. "Are you okay?" She looked
thoroughly amused. How long had she been standing there?
"Um... yeah." He grimaced when his voice came out as a
high-pitched squeak and turned to face her.
Scully's face was still makeup-free, and her hair remained in
soft waves. Suddenly Mulder didn't mind the robe's absence, since
its replacements made Scully look so damn cute. She had donned a pair
of warm-looking grey wool socks and forgone shoes, which made her
at least 3 inches shorter than usual. Her slightly faded blue jeans
were worn in enough to hug her curves in just the right way, and
the rather large FBI sweatshirt she wore looked strangely familiar.
"I'd demand one of yours in return, Scully, but somehow I don't
think it would be a fair trade."
He immediately received the "Mulder, shut up" look.
He flashed a giant smile. Not that he was complaining by any
means. She looked comfortable, approachable, relaxed...
Yet there was something else that struck him: a feeling he
couldn't name. The electricity that usually existed at a
manageable level between them suddenly seemed oppressive in
its intensity. She looked different somehow, too. Her cheeks
were flushed with natural color. Her eyes were unusually bright,
pupils slightly dilated.
This was a Scully mood that Mulder had no files on. She seemed
almost excited- seemed almost, well... aroused? Mulder raised
an internal eyebrow and considered. He was still busy
contemplating this when Scully's expression transformed into
a wicked smile.
"I don't know, Mulder. If you play your cards right, I might
let you reclaim this one."
One look at her face told him all he needed to know. After
scraping his jaw off of the floor, he still couldn't
think of an appropriate answer, so he simply pulled out a
chair and plopped down in front of the food.
He reached out and took her hand, giving her a playful tug
toward the chair beside his and waggling his eyebrows. "Get
it while it's hot, Scully."
She looked like she really wanted to reply, but obviously
thought better of it. Mulder was actually somewhat relieved
when she turned her attention to loading her plate with spicy
noodles and sweet chicken. Sexual banter in such a situation
was nothing but dangerous.
However, Mulder soon learned that there was one thing worse
than flirting in a sexually-charged environment: *not*
flirting in a sexually-charged environment. The electricity
that had once seemed merely oppressive was now positively
stifling. Every hair on Mulder's body stood at attention.
He knew without a doubt where things were headed. There
was no escaping now. He wasn't quite sure what was special
about tonight, just that this was definitely *the* special
night. Gulping his tea nervously, he eyed his partner with
growing suspicion.
* * * 2/2 * * *
What happened next would become the subject of much debate in
the weeks that followed. In the end, neither would remember
exactly how it happened, just that it had all started because
of a piece of chicken.
Yes, *chicken*.
Mulder had always imagined that their first intimate
connection would occur after much serious thought and debate.
Perhaps one day, in the midst of some great tragedy or celebration,
they would confess their love for each other and then choose
a plan of action. It would be a very slow process,
beginning maybe with a few hesitant kisses and moving along
as their relationship blossomed. He would never have guessed
that a moment of sheer passion would prove their undoing.
But, as happens all too often when intense chemistry exists
between two objects, the slightest spark was enough to ignite
a tremendous flame and produce unfathomable heat. It was
spontaneous combustion in the most emotionally powerful sense.
* * * * * *
Mulder turned his attention from stuffing the last of the noodles
into his mouth when he heard Scully's sigh. He looked up to find
her staring down the last piece of sesame chicken with a napkin
bunched in one hand and a fork poised for attack in the other.
She appeared to be engaged in a serious internal debate, so
Mulder took the opportunity to steal the carton in question.
In the same instant, Scully apparently decided not to spare that last
delicious bite and also made a dive for the small white box.
As a result, his fingers collided with hers. It was like touching
a live wire. He was honestly surprised when neither of them were
consumed by flames. But the best part-- the best part by far-- was
that he was graced with a 1000 watt Scully smile-- a huge grin she
didn't even attempt to tuck away.
"Mulder! That's not fair. You already hogged all of the noodles."
"Me? I believe *you* were the one who downed an entire plateful,"
he retorted, feigning indignation.
Scully again reached for the carton, but he moved faster
and quickly captured her wrist. She made a sound that could only be
described as a squeal and lunged forward, trying desperately to
secure the prize. He easily caught her other hand and held on for
dear life as she struggled to free herself. A brief scuffle ensued
during which, in all honesty, the lone piece of chicken was entirely
forgotten. Scully, never being one to admit defeat, fought with all
her might, and the two revelers were soon flushed and breathless.
Then Mulder noticed something that made him stop and stare. As her
laughing eyes met his over the empty boxes that littered the table,
he recognized far more in her gaze than a mischievous twinkle.
There was desire, real and unguarded. The sight made his heart stop.
She must have noticed how he was staring, because her dazzling
smile faded and was replaced by an even softer expression that
made Mulder's heart start beating ferociously again. For she
had seen it too-- seen her desires in the face of another-- and
it was a welcome sight.
His right hand traveled to her face, and he
watched her take a slow, deep breath through parted lips as
his thumb trailed across her cheek. There was no need to
question the desire in those eyes. As long as he could see her
eyes, there was only one person in the world... only one place
that he wanted to be.
Suddenly, he was falling to his knees and pulling her (or did
she pull him?) down to settle over his lap in a fierce embrace.
Neither noticed the chairs clattering to the kitchen floor.
They clung to each other as their lips met again and again, her
fingers sending shock waves down his spine as she twined them in
his hair and pulled him closer. His arms encircled her waist
and he clutched her to him, separating their mouths to trail
kisses down her neck. Her hands moved down swiftly, pushing at
his shoulders, and he leaned back to look at her, fearing
that she wanted him to stop.
But she didn't want him to stop. Her fingers slipped beneath
his jacket and smoothed the leather back across his shoulders.
"Off," was the only thing she had time to say between ragged
breaths before she bent to kiss him again.
Mulder struggled to remove the offending garment without
separating himself from Scully's beautiful lips, eventually
succeeding and flinging the jacket away. His hands traveled
to her hips, pulling her further into his lap.
They engulfed each other eagerly, hands caressing, tongues
dueling until they were forced to come up for air, but Scully's
arms did not move from around his neck and she continued to
straddle his knees. They stared at one another, almost in
shock, panting... questioning.
He brushed his fingertips across her lips.
"Yes." She gave a small smile of assent.
Mulder chuckled then, pulling her into his arms and wrapping
himself around her in a giant hug, rocking her back and forth
happily. He watched silently as Scully stood and extended
a hand in invitation. Accepting it without hesitation, Mulder
climbed to his feet. His arms circled her waist immediately
and he proceeded to place long, wet kisses on her lips, ears,
neck, and any other exposed skin he could find while she backed
him slowly toward her bedroom.
Mulder's shirt was the first to go, landing somewhere in the
vicinity of the tipped kitchen chairs. He wasted no time
in running his hands under the sweatshirt she wore, letting
his fingertips trace her flat stomach and play up across her
ribs.
Removing Scully's shirt presented a problem, since
Mulder was simultaneously occupied with kissing the life out
of her and trying not to trip, so he waited until they made it
across the threshold before countering her movements and
pinning her against the wall just inside the bedroom door.
His hands traveled up her body in one smooth motion, raising
her arms above her head before moving his fingers down to
grip the sweatshirt's waistband and lifting it off.
Mulder stepped back to take in the view. Scully's breasts
were small and round with deliciously peach-colored nipples
that rose and fell tantalizingly with each deep breath she
took. Her fiery hair was mussed, and a few loose strands hung
in front of her face, complimenting her blue eyes and moist
lips. Fingers still gripping the wall above her head, she
smiled up at him, a sultry little smirk that nearly made
Mulder keel over.
Luckily, he was able to maintain his footing and took a step
forward instead. He stopped, eyes unable to cease roaming the
planes and curves of her body, until
Scully took the initiative and closed the distance between
them. Her small fingers came to rest lightly on his chest,
and he sighed with pleasure as they stroked up to his shoulders,
then ran the length of his arms with a feather-light touch. Turning
his palms toward the ceiling, he splayed his fingers so that her
nimble digits could slip neatly between his. He clasped her hands
and pulled her even closer so that her bare breasts flattened
against his ribs.
"Scully..." He murmured into her hair, his voice betraying his
almost painful arousal.
She tipped her auburn head back until those blue eyes focused
directly on his. "Touch me," she whispered, moving his right
hand up to rest just below her left breast.
Mulder ran his thumb in slow circles, gaining speed and nearing
his target with every stroke. Judging from the sounds his usually
reserved partner was making, he was definitely doing something
right. When his attention centered on the sensitized peak of her
nipple, Scully's head dropped back, exposing the white flesh
of her neck. He couldn't resist the opportunity to sink his teeth
into her soft skin and feel the blood rushing beneath with his
tongue.
Scully had shifted so that her back was pressed fully against
the wall once more, and Mulder responded to her demanding tugs
until he was leaning into her with all of his weight. As his
lips continued to explore her ears, neck and breasts, he was
vaguely aware of her small fingers fumbling with and eventually
conquering the button fly of the jeans he wore. Soon, she had
succeeded in tugging the denim and white boxers over his hips,
and he sighed his approval as his straining erection was freed
from the confines of the fabric.
He was eagerly lavishing attention on her left breast when he
registered her hands tracing his pelvic bone and moving
down. As soon as her perfectly-manicured fingers closed
around his cock, all rational thought ceased and he was
forced to pause mid-suck. He straightened, her saliva-
slickened nipple slipping from his mouth with a pop, and
pushed into her hand with a groan, using both of his arms
to brace himself against the wall. Suddenly, he felt her tongue
moving across his nipples, down his quivering stomach, pausing
to dip into his navel, following the trail of dark hair that
widened into a coarse tuft at the top of his thighs.
Her warm breath stirred his pubic hair slightly as she inhaled
several times-- smelling him, he realized. Then her tongue was
there, lapping at the small bead of moisture she had created.
She circled the tip with her tongue and licked her lips before
pulling the head of his penis into her mouth and giving one
quick, hard suck.
Fireworks. Colors-- swirling, expanding-- dazzling in their
intensity flashed though his mind.
"Scully...*shit*..." His forehead thudded against the wall.
Forcing his eyes open, he tipped his chin toward his chest
and peered down to confirm the reality of his glistening erection
sliding between her pouty, pink lips. He reached out, desperate
for some part of her to hold, but didn't dare take her head in
his hands. Instead, his right hand drifted to her left
shoulder, while his left continued to support his weight.
Scully gave a pleased sigh that sent nerve endings firing all
the way to Mulder's toes and brought a hand up to grasp his.
Mulder was well on his way to coming in her mouth. He probably
told himself later that he wouldn't have let it go that far--
that he wanted to come inside of her the first time-- and that
was definitely true. However, at the time, he was incapable of
putting up any sort of resistance. Somewhere in the recesses
of his mind, alarms were sounding, but his reaction time was
greatly diminished. Fortunately, Scully made a move that would
eventually be named and given one of the highest spots in
Mulder's "Sexual Hall of Fame".
Just when he thought he could take no more, Scully pressed her
thumb lightly into the crevice between the base of his penis
and his balls. When she had located just the right position,
she took him all the way into her mouth, then increased the
pressure with her thumb as it followed her lips back along
the sensitive vessel that ran the underside of his cock.
"Sccuuggh.....Ahhhhhhhh!" Mulder let out a pained moan and
this time could not resist tangling his fingers in her fiery
hair.
The sensation was so incredible that Mulder's knees buckled, and
his dick slipped neatly out of her mouth as he fell to the
floor in front of her. She continued to apply pressure to the
tip of his erection with one hand and pulled him close
with the other, comforting him as his breath became more manageable
and the aching in his groin subsided a bit.
"I don't even want to know where you learned that," he rasped
into her ear.
She laughed, her breath equally shaky. "Well, I feel
I must confess that I had no idea I was capable of such a
smooth move... I suppose I learned with you."
He smiled and bent to kiss her again. "Liar."
In no time, they were back to devouring each other. Mulder's
senses were assaulted by every movement of her against his
heated flesh, every brush of her soft belly against his cock.
He felt his control slipping away once again.
"Scully," he mumbled against her lips between kisses.
Obviously, she took it as encouragement rather than a request
for her attention, because she moved her hips closer to his.
He regrouped and tried again when her lips traveled to his
neck and were no longer such an immediate distraction.
"Scully... mmm... I don't... can't... oh, yeah... don't
know how long..."
She seemed to get the message, because she stopped her torture
of his earlobe and pulled back so that she could see his face.
Her fingers traveled to the ruffled mess of his hair as she
regarded him with a positively lustful expression.
He stood quickly, pulling her up with him and tugging her
toward the middle of the room. Mulder was breathing so hard
that they were halfway to their destination before he was
able to get out, "bed."
Scully apparently enjoyed reducing him to an incoherent mess,
but her self-satisfied smile was enough to prick Mulder's ego.
Determined to regain control of the situation, he waited until
the backs of his knees touched the mattress and whirled Scully
around so that she landed on her back in the middle of the bed.
Her surprised cry turned into a low moan as he pulled her thighs
apart roughly and hooked her knees over his shoulders.
"Do you like that, Scully?" His tongue snaked out to flick
lightly over her swelling center. "Do you like knowing what
I'm about to do to you?"
She gave a small whimper.
"I know you do, Scully. You can almost feel it, can't you?
You can imagine just what it will be like to have my mouth
on you..." He bit lightly on the inside of her right thigh.
"...tasting you." He licked at the red marks his teeth had
left on her sensitive skin. "You smell so good, Scully. I
can't wait to taste you. Do you want me to taste you?"
She swallowed hard and answered softly, keeping her eyes fixed
on his. "Yes."
His body's reaction to her whispered confession reminded him of
how little control he actually had left. Groaning, he buried his
face into her damp curls and inhaled her scent. The feel of her
fingers in his hair as she gasped beneath him was too good to be
true, and Mulder tried to hold on to every detail until he was
forced to surrender to pure sensation.
Instinct took over as he brought her closer and closer to the edge.
Her flavor was amazing-- salty and sweet. It drove him crazy
with want, and he pushed first one, then another finger into her
with long, deep strokes. She was writhing against him now, making
noises he had *never* heard before. Pulling back slightly, he
sought out her clitoris and sucked the excited bud between his
lips.
With a sharp intake of breath, she came apart beneath him. He
stayed with her, using his tongue to produce waves of pleasure
as her inner muscles clamped down on his fingers. Placing an
open-mouthed kiss on the tiny bundle of nerves, Mulder gently
slid his fingers out of her body and smiled up at his partner.
She responded by grabbing his shoulders and pulling him up to
settle over her. He kissed her passionately, enjoying the tangy
mix of her essence and their combined sweat.
"Mm... Mulder..." she breathed into his left ear before capturing
the lobe between her teeth. Small fingers made their way down his
back and onto the curves of his ass, nestling his erection between
her parted thighs. "Now... please."
He met her gaze and pushed his hips forward, sliding inside her
body with a slow, smooth thrust that sent pleasure spiraling down
to his toes. Brushing the damp hair from her forehead, he bent
to kiss her again as he took the first long drag out. His second
thrust was sharper than the first, drawing a surprised gasp from
Scully. She buried her face in his chest as he retreated once
more.
"Scully, you... good?"
She laughed breathlessly against his shoulder, a sound he was
determined to inspire more often.
"Mmmyyeaah..."
For emphasis, she tilted her hips to meet him, deepening
the angle of his thrusts. Unable to hold back any longer, Mulder
growled into her neck and pushed into her harder. Her moans of
approval quickly brought him past the point of no return, and
he grabbed her hips in a futile attempt to slow down.
"Mulder!"
"But..."
"Mulder..." Her fingernails dug into the flesh of his back.
"Don't stop." She used her inner muscles to give his erection
a gentle squeeze. "Please, Mulder," she whispered low in his ear.
There was no longer any hope of self-restraint on his part.
Groaning, he thrust into her again. Scully's head fell
back into the pillows. He held himself above her, watching
with fascination as her hands roamed over her body, one
cupping her breast while the other moved down to slip between
her coppery curls. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her lower lip
drawn between her teeth. One more thrust and she was trembling
beneath him again. The pull of her muscles against him was
too much, and he followed her, moaning her name into her
hair.
* * * * * *
Monday, 6:07 AM
Mulder lay awake in the early morning light, watching in silent
awe as Scully's bare breasts rose and fell with her deep, even
breathing. She lay snuggled into his embrace with her coppery
head resting in the crook of his right elbow and her arms
wrapped tightly around him.
Mulder's face practically
glowed. He honestly wouldn't be surprised if his heart leapt
from his chest and began dancing a jig around Scully's bedroom.
A glance at the clock told him that it was time to wake her up.
He had always imagined that they would establish some kind of
rule about fooling around on a work-night. Oh well. They had
bent that rule the first time around.
Maybe if he didn't bring it up, that particular
clause would not make it into the rulebook.
Without loosening his embrace, he nuzzled the top of her head
and breathed in their combined scent.
Gently, he kissed his way down over her cheekbone
and located her warm lips. His kiss roused her, and slowly
but surely she answered his caresses. When their lips parted,
their foreheads remained together and she gave him a
stellar smile.
Instead, he said simply, "Hi."
"You love me." Her words were not a question, but stated as
a simple fact. When he smiled and nodded, she closed her
eyes with a grin and blushed, snuggling her face into his
chest and pulling him closer, a move which he could have
classified as shy if they hadn't been naked in bed with their
legs still entwined.
"And you love me."
He felt her head nod an affirmative somewhere near his elbow
and he slid down so that his eyes met hers. It *was*
simple after all.
"Time for work, Scully." He tucked an errant auburn strand
behind her ear.
Scully's eyes got wide and she sat up quickly, groping for
the clock. He could tell that she was just about to panic,
having not set out her outfit the night before, or set the
timer on the coffee pot, or made sure she had clean towels,
so he reached out, arms encircling her from behind, body
pressing against hers.
"It's okay, Scully," he whispered into her ear. "I have a
plan."
* * * END * * *
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