From: "Moore, Dawn" <MooreDawn@PRAIntl.COM>
Date: Mon, 21 May 2001 18:07:26 -0400
Subject: "Sleep" 1/1 by Agent Myers
Source: direct

Title: Sleep 1/1
Author: Agent Myers
Rating: PG-13 (suggested sex)
Summary:  MSR, Pure fluff.  Scully watches Mulder sleep and muses...
Spoilers:  None, really, but maybe a reference to season 7 and FTF.
Archive: Gossamer, okay...anywhere else please request.  I'm sure I'll 
say yes.
Disclaimer:  They're not mine.  Duh.
Authors notes:  This short n sweet story has been on my hard-drive 
for like, a year.  So none of it has anything to do with the events 
of season 8.  But I know how many shippers there are out there (I'm a 
big one), and boy do we love fluff.  So here ya go, enjoy, and please 
let me know what you thought, but be nice.  Flames will be RETURNED 
with a nice counter-flame.  

****


"Sleep"
By Agent Myers


The soft sensation of his skin brushing against mine awakens me.

I open my eyes slowly; in time to catch him turn to me.  He is 
asleep, though, and unaware that I am watching him.  I wonder what he 
is dreaming about at this moment, as his eyes move slowly underneath 
the soft lids, and his lips twitch every so slightly.  It never 
escaped my attention that he was handsome in all the years that I've 
known him, but to look on him now, as he lay beside me exhausted and 
perhaps, content, is doubtlessly the sexiest he has ever looked.  I 
am moved by his boyishly innocent appearance, and I want so badly to 
touch him again.  But to wake him would be to sacrifice this 
precious, serene moment.

My mind wanders back a few hours, to the time when we stood in the 
hall together.  The words he said were ones that I'd wanted to hear 
for so long, but I still never expected them.  Mulder and I have 
never needed words to know what the other is feeling and thinking, 
but sometimes a person just needs to hear them.  But they were said 
in the most unique way.  He did not use the words "I love you" but he 
said them just the same.  It was fitting of Mulder to tell me that he 
loved me in this way.  Anything else would have made me wonder if I 
was really talking to Fox Mulder.

Then came the embrace, which Mulder and I have shared many times over 
the years.  It was very much like the time about a year ago when a 
bee sting interrupted a kiss.  I didn't even have time to reflect on 
the bad timing of the moment before the bee's poison immobilized me, 
until Mulder and I were being rescued in Antarctica.  I stared at 
him, much in the way I am doing now, as he lay in my lap on the seat 
of the snow cat, thinking how much things would have changed if we 
had actually kissed.  Perhaps it was just not the right time.  But 
tonight there was no bee.  No aliens...no phone calls, and not even 
the usual frustrating anxiety that has kept us, so many times, from 
an inevitable union.  

He held my face so gently in his hands, soothing me, pushing out all 
of the fears that always kept us apart.  And when our lips touched, I 
felt immediately at ease, as if this thing that I was so afraid of 
was the one thing that could bring me peace, and I'd just discovered 
it in Mulder's arms.

From there things had escalated in the most normal, human way.  Then 
when our kisses stopped being just kisses and became the beginning of 
making love, he carried me into his apartment, and into his bed.  
Even though what was happening had happened a million times before to 
billions of people, I somehow felt that what we were experiencing was 
unique.  We were recognizing our love for each other without saying a 
word.  We've never needed words...this was no exception.  The sounds 
of our breathing spoke all we needed to hear.

I wasn't at all surprised that it was the best sexual...and 
emotional...experience of my life.  But the most rewarding thing was 
finding that we didn't know everything about each other, and that 
there was still much more to experience.  We lay there together, 
pondering the mystery of each other and what lie ahead, content in 
knowing that it could only get better.  We'd already endured every 
imaginable thing that can happen to a person, and we'd done it 
together.  Anything that came our way was simply small potatoes.

We'd spoken little after that, until we both succumbed to sleep, our 
bodies entwined, until I woke less than an hour later.

And now I watch him sleeping, wondering what he is dreaming about.  
Is it me?  The look on his face is so peaceful and relaxed.  He never 
looks like that.  Always there is worry on his mind.  He is thinking 
of aliens and conspiracies, and probably thinking of me, too.  All of 
those things cause him worry, but I never knew why I caused it until 
now.  It was the same reason I felt the worry.  We had gone 
years...together but so much apart.  It was killing us both.  Unable 
to express our feelings for each other, we kept them inside, and 
spent many lonely nights alone.  I realize now that it didn't have to 
be that way.  It is my only regret.

Though I didn't make a single sound, Mulder stirs and opens his 
eyes.  

"What's the matter, Scully?" He asks groggily.  I smile at him and 
smooth a stray piece of hair away from his eyes.  

"Nothing...everything is perfect.  You can go back to sleep."

He gives me a sweet, sleepy smile and closes his eyes again, 
snuggling next to me as close as he can.  I slip my arm around him 
and lay my head on the pillow to join him in sleep.

Everything is perfect.


~F~