Misunderstandings Alternative
                       by Aeslehc Nametab
                                
Allo! 'Ow are y'all? This is a different version of the Romantic Fan Fiction
story, "Misunderstandings."  I mean no disrespect in writing my own
version, it's just I didn't like the idea of there first sexual experience being
so, well, forced on Scully's part.  So here's my dribble.  Hope you like it.
(I pick up the story from Scully admitting to wanting to be touched rated
PG-13)

Disclaimer: Once upon a time, in a land very detached from this reality a
magic sorcerer name Chris Carter cast a spell over a large number of
people world wide.  He made these self-called "X-Philes" believe in
something as trivial as a television show with undying loyalty.  He gave
them a handsome god and beautiful goddess named Mulder and Scully to
guide them in there miserable existence.  But in secret, some self-called
"relationshippers" started an underground archive of tales of undying love
between there god and goddess.  The following is just such a tale.
(translation: Mr. Carter, I adore you, please don't sue my sorry ass!)
    
     "I just wanted to be touched."  She admitted her voice quiet and her
eyes downcast.  
     He realized this was more of any invitation than a statement and he
went over to her.  He would touch her, and she knew he would.
     He had thought that she had wanted it, that sex was what she was
asking for.  But as he began to remove her clothing, he noticed that she
became uncomfortable and withdrawn, and not enjoying it at all.  That's
when he realized that she didn't want to have sex, she just needed to be
touched, loved.  He was angry at himself for automatically assuming that
that meant sex.  He stopped pulling at her clothes and put a finger under
her chin to bring her face up to his.  She gave him a weak smile, but her
eyes deceived her.
     "Scully, do want to have sex?"
     "Yes." she dropped the eye contact, telling him that she was lying.
     "Scully, are you sure?"  She looked up at him and her eyes became
shiny with tears.
     "I don't want to, Mulder, but please don't leave me here alone. 
Please stay here with me." she ducked her face into his neck, quiet sobs
shaking her body.  
     "Oh, Scully I won't leave you." he assured her softly and held her as
she cried.  He did pull away from her briefly to rummage through her
drawers and find a pair of her deep blue satin men's pajamas.  He
carefully pulled the blankets back and looked awed at her form in front of
him.  
     She wasn't nude, she was still in her underwear and camisole.  As he
put the pants on her, he gently ran his hands up her legs, marvelling at
the feel of them.  He wasn't sure whether to take her shirt off, but she sat
up and allowed him to do it.  She modestly crossed her arms over her
chest as he draped the top around her shoulders and held it together in
the front as she slipped her arms into the sleeves.  She laid down again,
bringing him with her.  He laid on her side, gently running his fingers
from her neck to her navel where her skin was exposed.  She laid her
head back and relaxed into his caress.  He moved his hands up to her
face, gently stroking her jaw line, cheekbones, chin, forehead, and nose. 
She closed her eyes and leaned against his fingers, sighing lightly in
contentment.  He traced her lips and leaned over her, kissing them softly. 
He kissed her closed eyelids, nose, chin, cheeks, and lovingly nuzzled her
with the tip of his nose.  She gently rubbed her cheek against him, liking
the bristly feel of his skin.  
     He wrapped his arms around her and laid his face on her bare
chest, allowing her to hold him, lightly stroking his hair.  They laid like
this for awhile until he began to kiss her exposed skin softly.  She curled
up to him, fitting her form in to his, trying to get as much skin contact
with him as possible.  He realized her need, and switched their positions,
so he was cradling her to him like a baby.  She laid her head into the
crook of his elbow and dozed off, her arms entangled around him.   
     He looked down at her sleeping face and felt enraptured.  He had
always wondered what it would be like to touch his Scully, to hold her
close.  Tonight they had jumped the wall between friendship and well, yes,
lovers.  The intimacy they shared was so new yet surprisingly natural. 
Scully had felt so familiar to him.  He vowed to never let her go again.
     He noticed that her shirt was still open, and that her breast was
partly exposed.  He felt slightly awed at seeing it, not that he hadn't seen
many breasts in his life time.  This time it was different, this was Scully's. 
It seemed sacred to him, holy, he felt honoured at her displaying it for
him.  She's beautiful, he thought, perfect, the most beautiful woman I've
ever seen.  
     But he didn't touch her, he didn't want to take advantage her as she
was asleep.   She stirred in her sleep and opened her eyes.  She smiled at
him, and noticed what he was looking at.  She took his hand and gently
placed it under her breast cupping it, then pressed her hand over his.  She
placed her face against his chest and settled back in, soon dozing off to
sleep again.
     He watched her go through the process and smiled to himself when
she fell asleep.  She using me, he thought joyously, and I'm enjoying it. 

That's all I want to write, so I'm ending it there.   I know it's a little touchy-
touchy, but hell, I enjoyed it!