From: "A. R." Date: Tue, 23 Mar 1999 23:06:55 PST Subject: In Your Dreams Disclaimer: Wish as I might, Mulder and Scully are not mine. They belong to Chris Carter, 1013 Productions, and 20th Century Fox. If you want to argue about it, take it up with them, but I never claimed anything. In Your Dreams by conspiracy Rated: R (possibly NC-17, depends whose book you're using) ;) Key Words: MSR, Scully POV Spoilers: None Summary: Scully is (or starts out) alone in a motel room late at night. It's 12:16 p.m. Yep. 12:16 p.m., exactly 2 hours and 24 minutes since I first set out to go to sleep. Yet try as I might to shut my eyes and keep them shut, I find myself instead staring blankly at a motel television set, not really aware of what it is I'm subjecting myself to, and for the moment, not really caring. It appears to be some B movie from the early '90's but I don't recognize it and don't really feel like taking the effort to decipher the no doubt meaningless plot which has been lost on me in my near comatose state. As I continue to stare at the screen, a platinum blond former-Playboy-bunny-trying-to-break-into-acting appears wearing a tight white t-shirt and wielding a semi-automatic machine gun. Make it B-minus. I wonder briefly if Mulder is wathcing this same movie. I let myself smile at the thought. He'd probably enjoy it. Turning off the tv in what takes an enormous effort of will power, I roll over on my stomach and grab a pillow, pulling it under my chin to prop up my head. I'm in my pajamas (red-checkered flannels), but aside from the pillow being removed from its spot, the bed is still made and I lay on it rather than in it. I turn my head to the side and look at the empty, untouched half of the unbearably large bed. It wasn't meant to be slept in alone and I allow myself to indulge in a forcably rare sense of self-pity as I wonder at why *I* have to have it all to myself. Once again my thoughts turn to Mulder, probably fast asleep (or perhaps enjoying a late night tv movie) in the adjacent room. It isn't often that I allow myself to think of him as more than a friend. Some nights, though, I can't help wanting someone to simply hold me. No, not someone. Mulder. Sometimes I just can't help wanting to feel him close to me, his arms, his chest, his lips, all of him. I allow myself to fantasize about this occaisonally only because its one of the only things that keeps me going on lonely nights like this. It's the worst when we're on assignment and I know, despite myself, that he's right there on the other side of the wall. So close, yet so far away. I smile ironically. Suddenly, there is a knock at the door. Not the hallway door, but the one that connects to Mulder's room. "Scully, you awake?" What could be so important that he's knocking on my door in the middle of the night? I stand up and go to the door. "What is it Mulder?" I whisper loudly. He doesn't answer so I open the door. There is Mulder, clad in a pair of yellow pajama bottoms. He doesn't waist time at the door and moves past me swiftly, plopping himself down in the chair facing the bed. "Did I wake you?" he asks more out of habit than genuine concern. I sit on the edge of the bed, facing him. "Does it look like it?" I motion to the still tightly tucked covers. "Can't sleep?" I nod. "Anything wrong?" "No. Just the usual case of insomnia." I smile a little at my own comment. A little too usual. I look at him, slightly concerned though I know it can't be anything to urgent if he's just sitting there. "What's wrong?" "Oh nothing, I just couldn't sleep either and thought maybe you'd wanna talk. I would have called but I, uh..." he gives me a goofy lopsided grin, "I didn't wanna wake you." I smile. Not uncommon MulderLogic. Didn't wanna wake me by calling so he thought he'd knock on the door. "So what do you wanna talk about?" "I dunno." He hangs his head down towards the floor, then lifts his eyes and looks me over a few times. I can't help but think he how sexy he looks without a shirt on. "Hey, I've got an idea," he says, standing and moving towards the bed. "Lay down." I look up at him and raise a questioning eyebrow. "C'mon, Scully, don't you trust me?" He grins at me. Finally, I obey and lay down flat on my back. "Now turn over." This earns him another questioning glance, but I do as he asks and roll over onto my stomach, pulling my pillow under my chin once again. "My mom always used to do this for me when I couldn't get to sleep." He sits down on the bed next to me and I feel a gentle hand come down on my back, just below my shoulder blades. It moves in slow circles up and down my spine, sending chills through my body. My eyes flutter closed at the sensation and I let out several small sighs. "Oh Mulder, that feels wonderful." His hand presses a little harder as it travels down my spine once more, and I feel a tingling sensation in my lower abdomen as it comes to my lower back, just above the waist band of my pajama bottoms. This continues for a couple minutes, then I feel him pull up my shirt a little as his hand slips up underneath the fabric. The sensation on my bare skin makes my whole body tingle and I let out another little sigh. Finally, he stops. I open my eyes and look up at him. Mulder is smiling down at me softly and I cannot express the feeling that brings to me. He reaches one of his hands down to move a strand of hair from my face. "You're so beautiful." His voice is dark and rich and sends to my own throat a feeling much like the one his smile brought to the rest of me. I can do nothing but smile back up at him. I don't know how to respond to a compliment spoken with such conviction. Still looking at me, he shifts his position on the bed to lay down beside me. I shift as well so that my entire body is facing him. I want so badly to reach out and touch him. Everything I've fantasized about lies right there before me. His chest, his arms, his lips, all of him. I don't even know where the line is now, that line which we've been so careful not to cross. Perhaps it was crossed just now, or perhaps it still lies the small distance between us, just waiting for one of us to become careless and let an arm or a leg casually slip over. For the moment niether of us dares, but we rather just lay there, staring at each other, waiting for the other to make a move, waiting for some unseen force to interupt us. But niether happens. We simply lay still, letting our eyes make for us the movements that our hands will not. Then in a sudden, swift movement, Mulder reaches his hand out to brush against my face, and then it moves behind my jaw and pulls forward gently, urging my lips to cross that forbidden line. Not satisfied with the speed at which I am coming to him, he leans his entire body forward until his lips meet mine. But it doesn't stop there. As our lips collide, he moves his arms around me and I fall backward to lie flat on my back, coincidentally breaking the kiss. He is now above me, his weight on his knees and elbows to keep himself from crushing me, his hands in my hair. He looks down at me and again flashes that goofy smile I'm beginning to love. I smile back, trying not to giggle. I can't believe it, but I think I'm giddy. Becoming slightly more serious, he arcs his neck and we kiss once more, this time letting it last a little longer. His lips are soft and sweet and his tongue more so. He breaks the kiss and slides his entire body down a little as he starts to kiss my neck. Small ragged sighs escape my mouth as his lips move up and down my neck and his hands begin to unbutton my shirt. He finishes with the shirt and begins to feel my breasts as I shrug out of it and his mouth once again returns to mine. It feels wonderful but it's not enough. I want him inside me. Now. I reach down for his pajama bottoms and begin to tug at the waist band. He gets the message and pulls them off quickly, then helps me off with mine. "RIIIIIIIIINNNGGG! RIIIIIINNNNGGG! RIIIIINNNGGG!" It's the phone. I try to ignore it, but the damn thing keeps ringing. Finally, I reach over to answer it. "Good morning, this is your wakeup call." I open my eyes and look at the phone in my hands. I am dripping with sweat. Looking around the empty room, realization hits me. The television is still on. It was all a dream. Shit. It was just a dream. The end. Author's note: the last part (Shit. It was just a dream.) was taken from real life! Yes those were my exact words after waking up from a dream about an XF ep where M and S kissed. ;)