From: Ria D <eirlys527@aol.com>
Date: Tue, 23 Mar 1999 22:28:28 -0500
Subject: ~NEW~ Wonderful 1/1

TITLE: Wonderful
AUTHOR: Ria D
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RATING: PG
CLASSIFICATION: V, MSRish
SUMMARY: Scully ponders about life and Mulder


Wonderful (1/1)
~Ria D~


Slowly she opened her eyes, half of her afraid that she would wake up
from a dream, the other half wanting to bask in this glorious moment. 
But the need to see him overpowered any emotion she had ever felt
before.  All of a sudden, her brain exploded in a bright radiance.  His
face was magnificent.  In the last minute of darkness before dawn, the
shadows waltzed across it, briefly illuminating each beautiful feature
before moving on.  She stared and stared at him until the contours of
his face became more familiar than her own.  He was infinitely
beautiful, infinitely perfect.  The forehead lost its normal expression
of stress and anger; his pouty lips softened and begged to be caressed. 
He looked innocent--he looked like the child he had never been.  It was
hard for her to decide what was more important: to hug him and let him
cry the tears that never ceased to come or to grab him in her arms, kiss
him, and make love to him over and over again till their dying day. 
Instead she decided to let him sleep.  It was just as rewarding to see
peace lift the blanket of fear from his face as it was to be intertwined
in his arms against his naked chest.  The sun had risen and yet she
still watched him.  He shifted in sleep as the hot rays came across his
face.  As he settled back into his deep slumber, his face changed and
became a new territory for her to discover.  She wanted to drag the
palms of her hands across him, and feel the different textures of him. 
The softness of his tumbled hair, the rough stubble, hard muscles of his
smooth chest, his beautiful hands.  Her favourite part was the hands. 
They were so big and strong yet not clumsy.  Whenever he placed a hand
on the small of her back, it was asking her a question: "Are you there? 
I am.  I will be here for the rest of time."  It was asking, sometimes
even suggesting something more intimate, but never pushing.  He would
never force her against her will.  No matter what.  The gentle warmth of
his palm seeped through her clothing till it burned into her heart.  It
was amazing that he could touch her so...his hands.  When he held her
hand in his, she felt safe again, like a little girl.  It was at these
times that she wanted to curl up against him and cry.  She had yet to
show him her tears.  She thought of all that he had shared with her, but
how strongly she had pushed him away for the past years.  The tears
started to come, and they were a relief to the confusion of emotions
that had began to assault her ever since coming to know Mulder.  He had
awaken and was watching her with such a desolate expression that she
grabbed him and held him tighter than ever before.  She could not let
go.  "Scully?  What's wrong?  Is something wrong?"  She shook her head
before he could go any further.  "No.  It's not that. 
Just--everything's perfect.  I have never imagined being happy like this
before.  You fulfill every dream I never dared to dream.  You are the
only thing I have ever wanted to hold.   Without you...I would not
survive.  But with you here beside me, life is wonderful."
"I love you."
"Me too."

~end~