From: ms_glinda@hotmail.com
Date: Sun, 03 Jan 1999 16:39:39 GMT
Subject: NEW - Normal Theory 1/1

NEW  -  Normal theory  1/1  By Ms Glinda  (ms_glinda@hotmail.com )

Classification - MSR, some H, R, V

Rating - PG

Summary - Pillow talk.

Spoilers - none

Disclaimer - These characters belong to CC, 1013 and Fox Television.  Poor
things.

Archiving - gossamer, yes.  Ephemeral, yes.  Anywhere else will be a yes,
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Normal theory 1/1

The fast panting breaths slow and  the single rhythm separates into two
distinct patterns.

The couple in the bed kiss, tongues slicking against each others lips.
Damp, warm  skin touches  damp, warm skin.
Contentment settles around them.  Bliss.

After a few minutes she stirs in his arms.
'MmmmMulder.'
She closes her eyes on a sigh, shifting and stretching her aching but happy
muscles.
'Again'

He gives a short laugh on a puff of breath as he nuzzles her ear.
'Again?'

She nods solemnly at him, as solemnly as she can in the circumstances.

His face is a picture as he turns her onto her back 'Hoo, Scully, you're
going to have to give me a little while.  I'm not as young as I was.....
you're younger than me, don't forget.' Another bout of kissing.

'Only four years younger, Mulder'

He looks at down at her, his eyes bright and boyish.  She could swear he was
at least a decade younger at that moment.

'It makes a difference, believe me, Scully.'  He kisses the question from her
eyes, trailing a finger down her soft cheek.
'I'm a guy.  Don't forget I passed my sexual peak at 19 and now here I am at
thirty eight,  involved with a woman just entering her sexual peak.'
He lowers his voice to a stage whisper.
'You know, some things in life just ain't fair.'
He pouts in an exaggerated fashion, his hangdog expression firmly in place.

'Awww...Old man'  she answers sympathetically,  kissing his forehead, smiling
one of her softest, indulgent  smiles.
'My old man'

'Hmm Yeah.  Well, I like being your old man.'  His hands run over her skin.
'I've always been your old man'

'Always?'

'Yeah.  For as long as I can remember.'

She hums in her throat, a deep contented hum.  He presses kisses to the hum.

'I wish we were always like this.'

A  muffled questioning noise comes the area of her neck.

She strokes his back with long, long sweeps and states in a matter of fact
voice.
'Things always look different after sex'

His eyes lift to look into hers.
'Sex, Scully?  Sex?   I'm hurt.  I don't just merely have 'sex' with you.  I
make mad, passionate, mind-blowing  love with every fibre of my being to you.'
A underlining kiss is dropped on her mouth.
'With you.'

She shakes her head, trying not to show her amusement.
'Sorry.  Make love.'
She lifts slightly to kiss him back.
'Better?'

'Better'

'Anyway, whatever euphemism you want to use, things look different, are
different afterwards.'

'What do you mean, after the initial act with someone, or after every time?'

'I mean Mulder that you're different.  I'm different.  We seem.... Well, we
seem almost.....'

'Normal?'  He teases her with both his tone and  the glitter in his eyes.

She still smiles at him, secretly enjoying his teasing, but trying to sound
reasonable.
'Well, I don't think I would use the word 'normal' because that would mean we
were in fact abnormal in some way, but....  Yes.  Normal.  We talk.  We laugh.
We are openly affectionate.  We smile.  With teeth, Mulder.   And  I like it.
I like being like that with you.'
She snuggles closer.
'I like it when our defences are down, when we let ourselves just be.  Just be
together.'
She looks up to his face.
'You don't get this, do you'
It is not a question from her.  More of  an observed statement.

His head shakes as he answers her.
'No, no, I do.  Really.  I understand and I agree...'

She widens her eyes in a look of surprise.
'Mulder.  You *agree*  with me?'

'Yes,  I agree.  Only because in  this instance you are right.  Unusual, I
know.....'

She slaps at  his shoulder,  more sound than substance.

He makes an 'oww' shape with is mouth and then tries to look down severely at
her, but fails as  a smile twitches at the corners of his mouth.
'I could report you for that,  Scully.  I could have your ass for that -  if I
hadn't already had it.'

She returns his look of severity, with just as much success as he had.
'Try it Mulder and I'll file a counter report for sexual harassment.'
She leaves a  pause, narrowing her eyes.
'And leave my ass out of this.'

He pinches gently at her waist, both their faces dissolving into smiles,
breathy laughs. Fingers trail across bare skin, lips touch lips.

'See, Mulder.  Normal'
A small frown as he laughs to himself.
'What's so funny now?'

'Just think, Scully - If I want to appear  'normal' all the time, that means I
will have to be kept constantly in a state of sexual satisfaction.  Forever
post-coital.'
He raises his eyebrows at her and then drops his mouth to her ear, his voice a
whispering drawl.
'Think you could help me be 'normal', Scully? You want to help rescue my
reputation, make me socially acceptable?'

She almost snorts at this, a mock pained expression crossing her face.

'Mulder, you have just gotten through telling me you're not a young stud
anymore.  How can I keep you 'normal' if you can't even keep up with me?  I
also happen to think that your reputation is *way* past redemption and...
Mmmmm'

His fingers have trailed down to stroke at her inner thighs, each stroke
taking them up slightly higher, inching towards her wetness.

'Now, Scully, I only asked you to give me a little while to regroup.  You did
ask for a second round, a return match,  didn't you?'
His fingers had reached there destination and were drawing slow, lazy circles,
making her breath catch.

She answered him trying to keep her voice as even as possible, but the arousal
she was feeling lent it a breathy quality.
'Well, I am always will to try one of your theories, Mulder, you know that...'

He stops dead, looking down at her in amused disbelief.

She opens her eyes, feigning innocence  at his look.
'What?'

'Always willing to try one of my theories, Scully?'  He questions, softening
it with a smile.

'Well.  Maybe not always willing, but this does seem such one of your more
interesting ones Mulder and so much more plausible than most...'  The sentence
is forgotten has his hand begins to move again.

He looks at her as she closes her eyes again, her hand moving down to cover
his, whilst the other ruffles the hair at the back of his neck.  He tries to
kiss each freckle on her face

'Oh, Scully...  I think this is going to be one theory we are both going to
agree on, no problem at all'



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