From: rhonddal@aol.com (RhonddaL) Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative Subject: NEW:IN YOUR DREAMS (0/5) NC-17 Date: 29 Dec 1995 00:33:27 -0500 Following this post will be my first ever attempt at writing Erotic. Please be gentle with me. But honestly I want to know if it is good or bad. If you like it enough I may right more. If you don't like it tell me so I can stick with my action/dramas. I just wanted to say that the female lead, Cassandra Troy is an old character of mine, I have moved her through some odd short stories, but this is her first appearence in fan fiction. A friend of mine suggested she might be just what Mulder needed, and this idea came to mind. I hope you like it. Rhoni Lake ================================================================= ========== From: rhonddal@aol.com (RhonddaL) Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative Subject: NEW: IN YOUR DREAMS (1/5) NC-17 Date: 29 Dec 1995 00:33:27 -0500 This is my first attempt at Erotica. I'm nervous enough about posting it. Please send responses good and bad. I need to know if I should attempt more of this kind of thing or just stick to my usual action/dramas. Please see the Authors note preceding this story for background information. WARNING: The following story is rated NC-17. It contains SEX. If you are under age or do not appreciate reading such things, stop right now, or don't blame me if you continue. DISCLAIMER: Fox Mulder and his fish belong to Chris Carter and 10/13 productions. I use them without permission. I am not asking for money and this story may be distributed freely among consenting adults. IN YOUR DREAMS by Rhondda Lake (Part 1/5) Cassandra turned over on Tammy's sofabed. It was there again, pounding at the very edges of her shields, shields she had thought pretty damn strong. It was a mixture of terror, rage, helplessness, guilt, longing and love tied in such a knot it slammed into her shields like a battering ram. Yep, there it was... downstairs and further to the front of the building. At this rate she wasn't going to get any sleep unless she did something about it. This was enough to make her think moving in with Tammy four days ago had been a mistake, no matter how badly she needed a place to stay and a roommate to share the rent. She did NOT want to show up one week into her new job looking like a zombie. She'd never be able to explain it. "Uh... well you see Mr. Simms I'm an empath... I have a really good hold on it and I can usually block out the entire world with these shields I've put up.... but there's someone in the apartment building I'm staying at who is one majorly screwed up puppy and they're keeping me up half the night." Cassandra muttered into the darkness. "Yah, right. That would go over like a lead balloon." She sighed and tried to make herself comfortable. She concentrated on her own breathing and slowly lowered her abused shields, peeling away layer after layer of carefully wrought protection placed between her and the outside world. When had half her shields down the full brunt of the downstairs neighbor's emotions nearly overwhelmed her. She fought to keep from screaming, to retain control of her breathing, which had sped up bringing her near hyperventilation. This was from a SLEEPING mind? Wonderful! She had moved into a complex housing someone with the worst case of night terrors she'd ever heard about. Regaining control of herself she decided to try something she hadn't done in years, not since her little sister had those nightmares about a monster in the closet. She allowed her conscious mind to follow the waves of emotion to it's source, and at once she was lost in the dream... Brilliant light, she couldn't move, couldn't really breathe, someone calling a name in terror, the emotions threatening to tear her apart. She saw a child, a little dark haired girl floating away on the light. Then the child changed into a pretty red haired woman. Rage. Guilt. Terror. and over all an overwhelming helplessness and loss. Cassandra fought her way free and asserted her own will on this nightmare. Her dream self was able to move then. Good, step one. Now step two. She forced the light to dim, then go away. The images faded into nothingness, leaving only a whimpering little boy on a bed behind her. She noticed him now, his eyes wide with terror. He looked at her, focusing on her in this dream world. "Who are you?" The fear was dying now, the other terrible emotions melting away with the rest of the nightmare. "Someone who needs their sleep. So do you I guess." She sighed. It was a kid... a little boy purely adolescent, suffering like this? Now she felt guilty about her own quick temper at the situation. Hell it really didn't matter who it was. No one should have to face this kind of thing at night. She went to the child's bed and sat on the edge. The kid had a good imagination. His dream bed creaked under her weight. She felt a surge of maternal affection and she reached out to brush a stray lock of dark hair off the boy's forehead. The gentle gesture made tears well in the child's lovely hazel eyes. "I lost them. It was my fault. I couldn't save them." Cassandra sighed as she embraced the boy and let him cry on her shoulder. Emotional release, even in dreams, could be cathartic. "It's only a dream kiddo. It can't hurt you. Just rest easy and let an easier sleep take you." The boy shook his head but closed his eyes and began to fade, indicating the end of the dream. "It's not a dream... it was real." Cassandra felt herself back on the sofabed. The cool sheets wrapped around her like a cacoon. But the bruising assault from downstairs was gone. She'd managed to chase those dreams away for him for at least tonight. With a smile of contentment she pulled her shields back around her and closed her eyes, pursuing her own more peaceful dreams. It was late, and it was Cassy's turn to cook. If Mr. Simms hadn't insisted on getting the whole pasteup done before tomorrow she would have been home a half hour ago. The damn deadline wasn't till next week anyway. She paid the cabby and took the front steps two at a time then sped down the first floor hall. She might just be able to get spaghetti started and done before Tammy came home. She owed her best friend everything for allowing her to room up for the past two months, and despite the shared rent Cassy thought it would be rude if she didn't have dinner on time on her own nights to cook. She wouldn't even have stayed, despite Mr. Simms if she hadn't arrived five minutes late to work this morning. For the tenth time this month alone she'd had to calm down the dreams of the kid downstairs. She never really saw him except in the dream with the lights and the little girl... the other times it was almost as if she was experiencing the dream on her own, the things were happening to her, and the boys presence was a thing felt rather then seen. Last night had been about ice, and pain. About a spike trying to kill and a man who changed shapes. About the blood freezing in her veins... it had almost made the recurrent dream of the first night seem innocent. She was speeding down the hall, so lost in her thoughts that she never saw the poor guy trying to get his door open until she rammed into him, sending her own bag of groceries flying, their contents mixing with the stuff from the bag he had held and spreading over the hall. At least HE'D managed to keep on his feet, she had gone flying with the bag upon running into the unexpected solid weight. She looked at the scattered debris and blushed before she let her eyes travel up the length of the poor guy she'd smacked into. Oh my! The look of surprised amusement on his face made her blush even deeper. ================================================================= ========== From: rhonddal@aol.com (RhonddaL) Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative Subject: NEW: IN YOUR DREAMS (2/5) NC-17 Date: 29 Dec 1995 00:33:28 -0500 Warning: this story is rated NC-17. It contains sex. Continue no further if you are under age or do not enjoy reading such things. You've been warned so don't yap at me if you read on and get offended. The disclaimer and stuff is with part 1. IN YOUR DREAMS by Rhondda Lake (part 2/5) "Oh God! I'm sorry!" Cassandra stammered as she got up as far as her knees and began to gather up crash wreckage. Ok the frozen dinners and fish food weren't hers. she shoved them into the ripped, but salvageable bag she still held. She noticed her collision victim on one knee helping her. She handed him the stuff that wasn't hers and he handed her the box of spaghetti and jar of sauce. "What? No romano?" The guy chuckled. "The corner store was out and the meter was running." Cassy realized she was babbling and snapped her mouth shut. She scooped up a bag of salted sunflower seeds and handed them to him. "Yours." He took the bag and handed her the shaker of oregano. "Yours." He echoed. Cassy nodded and took it. He helped her up. "Don't you know the principle frowns on running in the halls?" "But I'm awful late for home ec. class Mr. hall monitor. If you don't write me up I promise never to do it again." She played along as much out of growing amusement as from relief that he wasn't angry at her. "Alright... just this once. Next time it's detention though." As he spoke Cassy found herself looking up into the most beautiful hazel eyes she had ever seen, yet... there was something achingly familiar about those eyes. The owner of the eyes in question frowned, a look of puzzlement on his face. "Have we met before?" Cassandra blushed again. Nope, she'd have remembered meeting HIM. He was gorgeous. Tall, dark hair, a bit pale and his suit was worth more then anything in Cassandra's entire wardrobe. But those eyes... "I don't think so. Be we are neighbors of sorts. I'm living upstairs with Tammy Phillips." Cassy juggled her now bagless packages into one arm and proffered her hand."Cassandra troy, and if you laugh I'll kick you. My dad was a classics professor who couldn't resist tormenting his children for life." "I'm not laughing." He managed to look serious but there was a twinkling of humor in his eyes as he shook her hand. "Fox Mulder, and if you laugh I'll kick you." "Uhggg... Hippies for parents are worse then Classics professors any day." Cassandra ventured in mock sympathy, while secretly she thought his name was definitely fitting. Then it hit her with the force of a two by four up the head. Oh shit... the little girl in the nightmares had been calling the name Fox... those damned haze eyes. It wasn't a kid after all. THIS was the source of several nights of empathic torment. "Actually they weren't hippies." He looked puzzled again, as if trying to place her. Time to beat a hasty retreat. "I uh... gotta go. I'll be sure to WALK the rest of the way. Nice to meet you Mr. Mulder." She didn't run, but she walked was hurried as she cleared the back end of the hall and made her way up the stairs. Over dinner she asked Tammy about Fox Mulder. Tammy shrugged, "I think he's with the FBI. Just try and stay clear of him ok? He has people pounding on his door at all hours, and his apartment has been broken into more times then any other in the building. Last time no one even bothered to call the police. No respect for law enforcement anymore ya know." She sipped her soda before continuing, "He's been known to act really wierd. Good looking, but bad news." Tammy finished her pasta and looked at Cassy funny. "You weren't thinking about asking him out were you?" "No. I uh... literally ran into him earlier." She managed to get Tammy to laugh as she told her about the earlier mishap in the hall. Not AGAIN! Cassandra drew a pillow up over her head in the vain hope that it would help block out the emotional turmoil of one Fox Mulder. It wasn't working. The nightmare he was having was not going away either, or if it had it had simply flowed into another of equal intensity. Knowing the risk, but unable to block out the man's distress she relaxed and lowered her shields. It was the same Nightmare as the first she encountered. That was good. She didn't think she could take another elastic man chasing her through someplace dark and narrow, or shadows that ate people, not tonight. At least she knew how to handle this one and with brusque efficiency she scattered the dream to the four winds. Good. Now they could both get some sleep. She suddenly felt a strong hand on her shoulder and she was spun around... to face the grown up Fox Mulder. "I knew I'd recognized you from somewhere..." Cassandra sat up un the sofabed stifling a scream. She'd snapped back to herself in order to escape. OK, chances were he would forget the whole thing, or pass it off as just another part of his over active dream life. Nope. Cassandra knew with cold certainty neither would happen. Maybe she had touched more then emotions and dreams, but she knew he'd remember, and he'd want answers. Cassy looked at the digital clock on the VCR and moaned. 3am. But tomorrow was Saturday, so she didn't have to face work. She slipped out of bed and pulled on her terry robe over her oversized tee shirt. Shoving her feet into her slippers she readjusted her dark braid and headed for the door. If she didn't get this over with she'd loose all her nerve and run for the hills. Downstairs she knocked on the door of apartment 42. Getting no response she knocked harder. There was a soft click and Mr. Mulder opened the door. He was wearing sweat pants and a tee shirt, his hair was mussed and he did not look particularly happy to have her banging on his door at 3am. The fact that he had a gun in his hand did nothing to ease Cassy's nerves. She looked at the gun in near panic. "I... I thought we needed to talk. But I can come back in the morning." "It is morning." He opened the door and led her into a cluttered living room. There was an insane order to the place bordering somewhere between messy and neat that she hadn't quite seen before. There was a pillow and a blanket in a lump on a green leather couch. Mr. Mulder placed his gun on the cluttered coffee table and motioned for her to take a chair. Cassy chewed on her bottom lip as she did. She tried to avoid looking at him, but the silence was killing her. She noticed the large fish tank behind him. "Nice fish." She offered weakly as she played with her fingers. ================================================================= ========== From: rhonddal@aol.com (RhonddaL) Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative Subject: NEW:IN YOUR DREAMS (3/5) NC-17 Date: 29 Dec 1995 00:33:29 -0500 WARNING: This story is NC-17. Please don't read it if you don't like reading about sex between consenting adults. The other disclaimers are with part 1. IN YOUR DREAMS by Rhondda Lake (Part 3/5) "Nice trick. Mind telling me how you do it?" He hadn't sat down and it was playing havoc on her already frayed nerves. "Oh... that." She looked up at him sheepishly. "Yah... that. The fact that you just HAPPENED to come knocking at my door right after I had a dream with you in it does not escape me. Nor does the fact that I've dreamed of you before, and I must admit when I dream of beautiful women it doesn't usually involve them chasing my nightmares away." He didn't sound pissed off. He sounded curious... excited even. Yes Excited... it pushed it's way past her nerve frazzled shields. Cassandra blushed when what he said sank fully in. Nobody had ever called her beautiful before, outside of her family who didn't count. "Yah well... you have some pretty nasty nightmares." "Tell me about it." He ran a hand through his tousled hair and she found herself staring. She looked quickly away. This was hard enough without dragging her hormones into it. "I... I'm an empath. Uh... that means..." "You are able to psychically feel the emotional emanations of others? Have you been tested?" The fact that he knew what an empath was came as a shock, that he was growing more excited was numbing. Cassandra raised her hands in a defensive gesture. "Yes, I was tested under a false name. I covered my tracks pretty well because I didn't want to end up some guinea pig. You are taking this a lot better then I thought. I... I sort of thought you'd try to subdue me and call in the guys with the butterfly nets." "Unbelievable... a genuine psychic in my own apartment building." He mumbled while running a hand over his face. "I believe you. I mean you WERE in my dreams. I'm fascinated by paranormal phenomenon. It goes with my work in a way, or I made it go with my work." Cassandra shuddered. "That might explain those dreams. Ever think of becoming a nice, safe accountant?" He smiled at her and her heart did a little flip flop. "Nah... I always hated paperwork." "So you joined the FBI?" She asked incredulously. "You went into a branch of government to escape paperwork? Did I miss something?" He laughed. "Yah well they forgot to mention the files in triplicate in their recruitment speech." He was suddenly serious again. "The dreams... how?" Cassy scuffed at the green nap carpet with a slippered toe. "Well when my sister Helen, my dad's sick name thing again, when she had nightmares about a monster in a closet as a kid I found I could go into her dreams using her fear as a link, and make the boogie man go away. We both slept better after that. Uh... your nightmares were keeping me awake. They slammed against my shielding making you hard to block out. I went into your dreams as a last ditch desperation measure." She watched him for a reaction. It was his turn to look embarrassed, it brought to mind the image of the little boy huddled on his bed and before she knew it Cassandra was standing and brushing that stray lock of dark hair off his forehead. She snatched her hand back with a start. "Yah... well thanks." His voice had deepened a bit and he looked away from her this time. "I've been sleeping better because of you any way." "We both have then. With your permission then, when I feel your nightmares getting out of control again... I...I'll chase them away for you." Cassandra smiled slightly. "If they don't give YOU nightmares... your welcome in my dreams any time." Cassy felt light headed. Had he just meant what it sounded like he meant? She licked her suddenly dry lips and saw him watching the unconscious action. Her breath caught. God he was good looking. How long had it been? Too long by the way her body was reaction to just his gaze. When he leaned forward and tucked a loose tendril of her own dark hair behind her ear after it had escaped her night time braid her body reacted with a jolt as he finger caressed the curve of her ear completely out of proportion to such an innocent gesture. It had been too long, Cassy thought to herself as her own fingers moved to trace the line of his jaw to follow the slight cleft in his chin up to where it touched his bottom lip, making it seem pouty, and eminently kissable. But it was he who closed the distance between them, who leaned down to brush Cassy's lips softly with his. Barely any pressure at all, just a butterfly flutter of silk. She was the one who leaned into the kiss, moving her hand from his jaw around to the back of his head where her fingers laced in his hair and pulled him closer, opening her mouth to lick at his lips just the slightest bit. Then he was opening to her, allowing her tongue to explore, to taste him before his own twined with hers, following it back to run his own foray. The incredible sensation of it, the slick slightly rough texture on top of the wonderful erotic taste, Cassandra was having a hard time breathing. Part of her cried out that this was insane, she barely knew this man while the other part just as rationally answered that she had been in his dreams, in his mind, what more did she really need? His mouth left hers to trail kisses alternately soft and hard down her jaw, he throat and she gasped as he found the spot just below her ear that was most sensitive. "This is crazy." He murmured against her throat. "I agree." She whispered into his hair, "Do you always sleep on the couch or do you have a bed?" He laughed a bit and untied her robe, slipping it off her arms. "I have a bed. But it's covered with books and papers I have to file." He leaned back to look at her. "Nice sleep wear by the way." "I only shop at the best places." Her plain grey tee shirt was a match for his, even down to the pocket on the left breast. "Must be fate. Cassandra ran her hands under his tee shirt, marveling at the feel of muscle beneath skin. How the smooth skin of his abdomen flowed to the sparsely haired angle of his chest, her fingertips lightly brushing his nipples as she explored. She delighted at the tiny shudder that went through him at that. "Screw the papers, I can reorganize them later." He trapped her face between his hands as he kissed her again, not breaking the kiss as his hands moved down her neck, over her shoulders to gently cup her breasts, his thumbs teasing her hardened nipples through the cotton of the shirt. She moaned into his mouth as liquid fire spread from her breasts to lower places. ================================================================= ========== From: rhonddal@aol.com (RhonddaL) Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative Subject: NEW: IN YOUR DREAMS (4/5) NC-17 Date: 29 Dec 1995 00:33:30 -0500 Warning! Warning! This story is rated NC-17. It contains sex between consenting adults. Don't get bent out of joint if you read on and get offended after this warning. The standard disclaimers are on part 1. IN YOUR DREAMS by Rhondda Lake (Part 4/5) Cassandra tugged at his shirt and he released her enough to pull it over his head and off, dropping it on the floor with her robe. He just as deftly removed her shirt, pulling back a bit more to look at her. Cassandra felt a nervous blush all the way to her toes. "You are beautiful." he breathed again. "You're the first person who ever told me that. It's... it's a nice thing to hear." She stepped out of her slippers so that she stood before him clad only in a pair of rather plain white panties. "You must hang out around the blind alot." He swept her up then, and carried her into the bedroom. He was surprisingly strong, or, she realized, just determined. At five foot eight and a hundred and twenty five pounds she knew she was no easy burden. He set her on her feet once inside the door as he swept the comforter off the bed, sending papers flying to flutter to the floor. He looked at her then, his sleepy lidded eyes filled not only with desire but... apprehension. "Are you sure about this?" The question startled her. She was standing all but naked in his bedroom with her knees going week and he had to ask THAT? Well in a way it was sweet, giving her a chance to back out. "Well since you already messed up all that dreaded paperwork." She smiled and moved closer, kissing his neck, sucking gently at the slightly salty skin, thrilling at the goosebumps she felt on his arms as she ran her hands down them to take his hands in her own. She kissed her way down his chest, pausing to flick each of his nipples with her tongue before moving on, lower, lower, until she stopped just above the waist of his sweatpants. She looked up at his face with a wicked grin before tugging the offending garment down and off, revealing the extent of his own desire to her. She pressed a kiss to each of his thighs before reigning little kisses down the length of his arousal. He gasped and shuddered at her attentions. "Protection?" She looked up at him sardonically. He took a moment to gather his scattered thoughts. "Top nightstand drawer." It was only an arm length away so she opened the drawer and found an unopened box. Slightly annoyed at the delay of having to open the cardboard as well as the foil wrapper she held it away when he moved to take it. "Nope. Mine." She gave a particularly bedeviling grin before putting the latex oval to her lips, sucking in the tip slightly. She almost laughed when she saw his eyes go wide. It didn't taste to great, but it was quite a stimulating experience easing on the condom with lips, teeth and tongue. He finally had to shop her, shoving her away a bit before she completely undid him. He pulled her up to kiss her again sliding his hands down her sides to slide off her panties. Then he removed the band that held her braid in place, his long fingers sweeping through her heavy, black tresses to spread them over her shoulders and down her back. He tugged at her hair gently, leading her to the bed. With another deep, incredible kiss he eased her back on it, stretching out beside her as his hands began a light exploration of her body. His touch was feather light, almost imagined as his hands traced her hips, her side, the curve of her breast, over her breasts, her shoulders, down her arms. Amid this voyage of discovery his mouth began to fall, the kisses random, here feather soft, there harder, and there a gentle nip. Her body throbbed with anticipation and growing urgency. When his mouth finally fell on her breast, taking in the aching tip to suckle, gently scraping with teeth she cried out softly as a tiny orgasm caused her to shudder in his arms. "Oh, Fox." She gasped his name as his mouth moved to give equal attention to the other breast, his tongue tracing a wet path between the budding peaks. He mumbled something that was lost as she was rocked by another wave of pure sensation. His lips moved upward again to claim her mouth. "What...mmmmmm... what did you say?" He smiled against her lips as one hand made it's lazy way to tangle in the dark curls at the apex of her thighs eliciting another gasp and shudder. "I said don't call me Fox. I hate that name." His knowing fingers teased and stroked and she arched up, biting back another moan as one probing finger slipped inside her. "Wha...oh God...what... should... I... call you?" His hands, his wonderful hands seemed to know just what to do, where to go. She let her own hands flow over him, finding where he liked to be touched. "I think oh God's already taken." He bit his lower lip as Cassandra's hand found him and began to knead and stroke, forcing his own hands to falter in their explorations. As if challenged he slipped another finger inside her and smiled at her soft cry, cutting it off with a kiss. "Mulder." he whispered into her ear before suckling her ear lobe."Just call me Mulder." Cassandra's reply was lost as her entire body convulsed around the rhythm of his fingers, and she had to bite her lip to keep from screaming. Mulder moved slightly, teasing her thighs open. Gathering her scattered wits she managed to guide him into herself, his penetration was tortuously slow. She wrapped her legs around him, her heels on the back of his thighs she drew him in. She was able to take all of him, for though he was slightly bigger then average she found her own body eager to accommodate. He filled her perfectly. She whimpered next to his ear when he began to withdraw with the same painful slowness. "Slowpoke." She nibbled along his jaw. "Greedy." he shot back, meeting her lips. He increased his pace, but not by much as the tension within her coiled again. Two could play at that game. With another wicked smile she dropped her outer shields, pulling him in. Most people never realize how deeply emotions are involved in even the most casual sex. Anticipation, longing, lust, need, added to the intense physical proximity is a heady mixture. The emotional gamut ran so high that at times like this Cassandra was almost telepathic. Mulder froze mid stroke as he suddenly felt himself through her nerve endings as well as his own. The sensation was nearly his undoing and a look close to pain flickered across his face as he gritted his teeth to regain control. ================================================================= ========== From: rhonddal@aol.com (RhonddaL) Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative Subject: NEW: IN YOUR DREAMS (5/5) NC-17 Date: 29 Dec 1995 00:33:40 -0500 Warning! This is the last installment of a story Rated NC-17 for sexual content. Read no further if you are likely to get upset reading about sex between consenting adults. The rest of the standard disclaimers are attached to part 1. IN YOUR DREAMS by Rhondda Lake (Part 5/5) "What the..." Cassandra shifted her hips, taunting him as new sensation flooded them both. "Just a little empathic trick I learned by accident the first time. I think I almost killed him." "I believe it. Give a guy some warning why don't you?" But he continued. The pace quickening as each stroke filled them both with the sensation of themselves as well as the other. Both of them drawing dangerously near the edge. As one they stiffened and Cassandra's scream of triumph as their bodies were swept up in the spasms of release was cut off by mulder's mouth as he swallowed the sound. They lay there quietly for a while, neither saying a word, just comfortable in each other's arms. "Well that was fun." Cassandra broke the silence at last. "Fun?" Mulder looked at her with a bemused expression. "It was considerably more then fun." "You're right, it was wonderful. I don't usually do this you know. I'm not like... loose and easy. You should feel honored, you are the first guy I've ever slept with before knowing him less then a month." "But you've been in my dreams for more then a month." He kissed her temple, his fingers toying with her hair. "Ahhh... there is that. But it isn't quite the same now is it." "I want to see you again Cassandra." He gestured to the bed, "and not just for this." "Cassy, and I should hope not. A guy should at least buy a girl a dinner ya know." She disentangled herself from him with great reluctance, rising from the bed to search out her panties. "I have to go. Tammy will have heart failure if I'm not there when she gets up in the morning." He sighed. "I have work in the morning." "It's Saturday." Cassandra looked at him dumfounded. "But the federal government never rests. I will be done by five. Can I take you to that dinner?" Cassandra grinned then kissed him again, relishing the taste. "I'll be ready by five thirty. Make it someplace nice... I don't sleep with anyone just for pizza. See you in your dreams." Cassandra slipped from the room and hunted down the rest of her clothing. Dressing again she slipped back into her shared apartment. Sliding into her own lonely sofa bed she wondered if Fox Mulder was asleep yet. Nightmares weren't the only kind of dreams he could have...