From: ephemeral@ephemeralfic.org
Date: 5 Jan 2002 15:17:10 -0000
Subject: relations by T.Collins
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Relations
Author: T.Collins
Rating: PG
Classification: Vignette/Romance
Keywords: Scully/Other
Email: DAZEDCAVIAR@aol.com

Summary: 


Self-doubt seeps through him with each touch of her skin. He 
still wonders after several months of them being together, 
what does she love about him? Love, is that the right word 
to use? He loves her, maybe a little to quickly, but he 
does. 

He loves the way she speaks to him, with patience and 
understanding. He loves the way she looks at him, with 
caring and the utmost respect. He loves the way she touches 
him. Each caress expressed with her sensualism, her need to 
feel him above all other wants. Or maybe... he just loves to 
love. Would that be a crime? Simply loving because it's 
something you've been deprived of. Not really caring about 
the other's feelings or emotions. He ponders this thought 
and decides that isn't him. He feels for her, he craves her, 
he needs her.

Lying side by side, watching her sleep is the most valued 
gift she can give. He being able to witness all her defenses 
down and vulnerability, is a new experience. 

Stretched out on her stomach, snoring lightly, he has 
learned that she is relaxed and in complete trust of him. 
When she sleeps on her back, she is unrattled and is waiting 
for an unexpected event. In case of a noise or a phone call 
from her partner, this position allows her to jump up alert. 
When on her side, his view of her creased brow is slightly 
obscured. She's hiding her face. 

Things are on her mind. Things that she can't bare. He knows 
that her thoughts are private. But at times he wishes he 
could read her mind. If only he could find a way to jump 
inside her skull and explore the tunnels of her brain. Only 
then would he know the secrets of her life. Not that he did 
already know her secrets but he wanted more. He wanted to 
know all of her insecurities. He wanted to know all of her 
desires, not just what Fox Mulder and others perceived them 
to be. No one discloses all of his or her inner thoughts. He 
wanted to connect with her spiritually not just physically. 
It's not that he regrets having their secret trysts but he 
wants to show everyone that he conquered Dana Scully.

"You cannot speak to me in public. You cannot touch me in 
public and please don't acknowledge me in public."

Her rules, our relationship, he thought.


"But a relationship, I want," he whispered.

Squinting his eyes, reading the digital clock across the 
room on the bureau, he sighed. It was almost time. Slowly he 
withdrew his body from the warm coven of the bed. He pulled 
on his jeans and began to fasten the prosthetic arm onto his 
shoulder. Buttoning up is his shirt; he thought about 
leaving a note but decided against it. He leaned in close to 
her ear and softly promised, "Until next time, love."

With a kiss on her lobe, he disappeared from the motel room.