From: "Angel Brown" Date: Sun, 06 Aug 2000 16:04:56 EDT Subject: En Ami Angel Source: direct Title: En Ami Angel Author: Angel Brown email: angelbrown99@hotmail.com Category:Scully/other romance Spoiler: En Ami Summary: Smokey's true feelings for Dana Scully are revealed in a "missing scene" from the episode. Disclaimer: I love Dana Scully, but I have no rights to her. The same with the Cigarette Smoking Man and all of the other characters from the X-Files. Alas, they belong to the fair-haired Chris Carter and Fox Broadcasting. XxXx I watch my angel sleeping next to me in her car. I tenderly brush an errant strand of her flaming hair from her forhead. She does not stir in this drug induced slumber I have created. I love this remarkable woman despite her obvious hatred of me. I lift her out of the car, cradling her in my arms like a child. She is so small. Her breath is hot agains my neck. I carry her to my bedroom in the cabin. I lay her on the bed and stare in wonder at my slumbering goddess. Dare I touch her and ruin this perfect vision? Yes, I must. I can't help myself. I love her so. Her mouth is parted slightly in sleep, I bend to gently kiss her. Her lips are so soft and pliant against my own. My tongue slides in easily. She tastes so sweet. How I wish she would return my kiss! How it pains me to know she never will. Enough! I must stop before I do anything rash. I lift her slight frame from the bed to remove her jacket. Men's clothing; a black pantsuit and a white shirt. She needs a softer wardrobe, more feminine, to accentuate her curves. This look she has adopted is much to angular and masculine. She used to be so...cute. That was before she fell in love with Mulder. Now, she hides in her man tailored clothing, hoping Fox won't notice her; fearing the possiblility that he may return her affections. Pity. The two of them are so stubborn to admit their true feelings for one another. And who am I to talk? I am sitting on the edge of my bed, undressing this beauty, unable to tell her how I really feel. I slowly unbutton her blouse, watching the steady rise and fall of her breasts in sleep. And now the bra. I reach behind her back and undo the clasp, then slowly drag the constricting garment down her torso. What a beauty she is! Her coral coloured nipples are stiff in the cold cabin air. I lick my lips in anticipation. I must take one tender tip in my mouth. I can't help it. Ahh...I can feel her frigid bud melting on my tongue. I pinch its twin between my thumb and forfinger. Her head stirs against the pillows. I should stop. I remove her boots and socks. Her slender feet are cold. I warm them between my palms. Her trousers slip off easily. Her silky panties are the only thing preventing me from seeing my angel in all her radiant glory. I slowly run my finger inside the waist band. Is Dana Scully a real redhead? Hmm.... I must take a little peek...She Is!!! I quickly pull them down to get a good look at her treasure. Her auburn curls are neatly trimmed into a rectangle. Very nice. She's too modest to shave it all off. I like that. I have an overwhelming urge to taste her. I know I shouldn't. She would not appreciate being violated in such a fashion. Maybe if I just part her legs a little and look at her. Ohhh...she is so pink. I have to taste her! I kiss her moist lips. She smells so good. Musky. Womanly. I lathe my tongue inside her folds. She tastes salty and sweet. She unconsciously grinds her hips against my face. My little girl likes this! I deepen my kisses as she moans in her sleep. She is wet and sticky now. I must stop. I am aroused. I must stop or I will rape her. I love her too much for that. I get up and go to the bureau. I have taken the liberty of purchasing a few items for my angel. The coffee colored silk pajamas will do nicely. I slide the bottoms on her. She will awaken with a wet stain at the crotch. I position myself next to her, gently pull her up, and rest her head against my shoulder while I put her arms inside the pajama sleeves. I lay her back down and button up her top. Just beautiful. I will never look at my bed again without seeing her resting there. She is perfection. Ah, I guess I will go sleep on a chair. Good night, Dana, My Angel.