From: SillyPhilie@aol.com
Date: Sat, 23 Oct 1999 16:29:48 EDT
Subject: "Perfect Love" by Angel-Wings Gaskins
Source: direct

TITLE: "Perfect Love"
AUTHOR: Angel-Wings Gaskins
SUMMARY: Thanksgiving, LOVE, Mulder, Scully, and a very
sweet family member!  Need anything else?
CATERGORY/KEYWORDS: VR-- specifically holiday fic and MSR
RATING: PG
SPOILERS: Nopers
DISCLAIMER: Don't own em.  Chris, FOX, and 1013 do.  Oh,
good job on the upcoming season Chris... don't let me down!
I don't pretend to own Trisha Yearwood's, Celine Dion's,
Sugar Ray's, or those two dudes who I forgot there names.
AUTHOR'S NOTES:
I think I'm in love with this story.  I know it's not the best
ever, we'll leave that to my favs. like Lydia Bower and those
who I unwillingly forgot their names (sorry!), but I just love
the luv!  It's heartwarming in sorts...  Corny saying, yeah,
but I'm the writer so lemme be corny!  I wrote this story while
listening to the radio so these songs are actually in order of
the radio, which is why a bunch of nonsense ones are thrown in.

"Perfect Love"
by Angel-Wings Gaskins
X~*~x*~*X*~*x*~*X
Scully wrapped herself in the warm fur coat her mother had given
her last Christmas.  It still smelled of cinnamon and pine from
the oramented tree.  She leaned next to her partner and smiled.
He seemed so nervous and regretting the trip to her mother's
home for the holiday.  He was staring up at the early snow that
was falling in flurries as they waited patiently for the door to
her familar home to be opened by her mum.

Mulder rested a hand on her back and she drew her eyes to his
gaze.  He seemed so mesmorized by the snow, a kid almost.  She
smiled as he stuck his tongue out to taste the cold
precipitation.

"God, I miss snow," he said as he drew his tongue back into its
shelter and smiled at his partner.  He reached over her to ring
the doorbell again, inhaling her perfume as he pulled back.

"There's snow in DC, Mulder."

"Yeah, but it's the city.  It's not really snow, more like slush
and grime.  It doesn't even last long there, anyway."  She nodded
languidly, the images of brown slush and wet gravel filling her
mind.  He breathed softly near her cheek, his breath coming out
in frozen waves.  "You smell so good in the snow, Scully."

She laughed lightly and shivered as she rang the bell again.  
"As opposed to smelling good in rain or shine, Mulder?"

"You always smell good, Scully," he whispered.  She smiled
faintly at him as he breathed against her.  They stared at each
other for a long stretch, their glistening eyes warming one
another.

"Dana?"  They both turned to look at a man standing behind them,
shivering with his hands nestled inside his coat.  His face was
warm with happiness although flushed with the cold.  Scully's
face lit up at his arrival.

"Charlie!" she screamed as she ran to him in a hug.  He twirled
her around on the snow and kissed her cheek.  She laughed and
yelped as Mulder watched silently, contented with her happiness.
He set her back on her feet quietly and glanced at Mulder before
turning back to his sister.

"How long have you been standing out here?"

She shrugged and tucked her hair behind her pink ears.  "Not
too long."  She looked over at Mulder and smiled.  "Not too
long, Mulder?" she questioned.

He shook his head and smiled faintly.  "Not too long."  Charlie
waltzed over to his side and smiled, shaking his hand in earnest.

"Proud to finally meet you, Mulder.  Mom says Dana speaks highly
of you."  Mulder just grinned and shrugged.  "Well, let's get
inside before my balls freeze," he said, pulling the house key
out of his pocket.

Scully punched him in the arm as he turned the doorknob.  "And
you kissed me with that mouth!" she said playfully.  Mulder
quided Dana into the house and closed the door behind them.  It
was dark and quiet, but the smell of turkey and pie filled and
warmed the air.  Scully shrugged off her jacket and boots and
ordered her partner to do the same.  She took both their
garments and threw them in the closet before retreating into 
the kitchen, Mulder at her heels.  He picked at the turkey and
grinned like a mad man.

"Nothing like turkey to remind me of how much I love my
Thanksgiving."  Scully snorted.  Charlie just stared at them
both as Mulder reached his finger covered with gravy to 
Scully's mouth.  She sucked it dry and giggled.  It made him
wonder just *how* close his sister and the maniac were.

Charlie cleared his throat and Dana looked over at him,
obviously embarrassed.  She wiped her hands on her dress pants
and turned to her kin.  He threw a paper in her direction.
"Looks like it's just us, Dana.  Mom's gone to Bill's for a
surprise or something.  Luckily she made us dinner," he said
as he and Mulder eyed the dining room and the counters covered
with food.  Pies were everywhere, along with vegetables and
ham and turkey and so much more delicacies than either could
muster.

Scully read the note over and set it on the counter.  "You
don't look too disapointed," she said to the men practically
drooling over the feast.  "What are we waiting for?"

X~*~x*~*X*~*x*~*X
Mulder rubbed his partner's stomach as she rested her head 
against his chest.  Dinner had been joyful and delicious.  It
was by no means silent.  Charlie and Dana had laughed and
conversed about old memories and new ones.  Mulder and Scully
had told Charlie about the cases they had worked on, intriguing
him beyond belief.  Now Charlie stared at his sleeping sister
strewn across Mulder contentedly as the radio played quietly in
the background.

"She's so high above me, so lovely...."

Charlie remembered the way Bill had described Dana's partner:
evil, self-absorbed, crude, and uncaring.  It seemed so obvious
that he didn't posess any of these traits, only the opposites.
It was clear that the couple had deep feelings for each other,
but how deep?  Charlie took the chance to figure that answer
out as the song changed to a woman singing about jealousy.

"So... Mulder..."  Mulder looked up at him questioningly and
yawned.  "How close are you two?"  He was casual in his question
and patient with Mulder's answer.  Mulder shifted and glanced at
Scully uncomfortably as some old song about "Died in your arms
tonight..." came on.  He blinked before responding.

"Excuse me?"

Charlie chuckled.  "Don't worry, she's asleep and I won't tell.
Her or Bill... or anyone else for that matter."  Mulder still
looked nervous so he crossed his heart.  "Promise."

Scully's head lifted up with Mulder's acquiscanced sigh.  "We're
just friends."

"You're full of it, Mulder.  It's so obvious something else is
there.  I'm not dumb or blind."  Mulder looked away and Charlie
spoke again, his annoyance clear in his voice.  "Will you just
tell me, already?"  Sugar Ray came on as the lanky man gave in
once again.

"Fine.  We're... we're..."

"Lovers?"  Fox nodded.  "How long?"

"Only a few weeks."  Mulder talked quietly as the redhead in
his lap stirred a little.  "It feels like years, though."
Charlie nodded and left the room as Scully woke up at his
voice, excusing himself to bed.  Scully smiled at them both
warmly before Charlie politley exited.  Celine Dion switched
onto the speakers and Scully smiled wider.

"I can see your mind,
I know your story..."

Mulder brushed the hair away from her face as the song quieted.
They unconciously continued to stare at each other as Trisha
Yearwood's voice took over where the Quebeqois left off.

"...When you look at me that way you do
I can't help but look right back at you

Yeah, this is the perfect love
We're doin' nothin' but what a perfect love does
We're not tryin' to make history
It's just you and me in a perfect love..."

They smiled knowingly at each other as Mulder leaned in to kiss
her, seeing his loving expression mirrored in her eyes.  Charlie
watched from the corner as she never muttered any words, but
seemed to talk endlessly with her eyes.  Mulder responded with
kisses and sighs against her.  The only words she spoke were
simple but complicated and structured in their meanings.

"Perfect love, Mulder.  Always."

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You like it?  I think I'm in love with Trisha Yearwood now.
I love it!  Well, I wrote not only to appease the voices in my
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