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I was blissfully asleep until I felt movement next to me and his hot breath on my ear.
"Scully?" he whispers much louder than he thinks he did.
"What, Mulder?" I manage to mumble out. I glance at the clock. The numbers '7:34' taunting me in red.
"I have this new theory about that UFO sighting in California. What if-" He begins, but I cut him off before he starts making travel plans.
"We're not going out to California." I say rolling onto my back and rubbing my face with my hands.
"Just hear me out. What if-" He pauses to make sure I'm not going to interrupt him again. "What if it's the greys –" All I hear after that Is a jumble of sounds. 'Yippidy doo scully! Blah blah blah aliens! Yadda yadda UFOs! Blah bloop the truth!'
I roll my eyes slightly.
It's far too early for this.
I face him and lift my hand to set it on his cheek.
"Mulder, I love you. I really do. But it's not even 8 a.m. yet," I pat his cheek gently and look deep into his eyes, "So I need you to shut the hell up."
And with one last pat I roll over to fall back asleep, but not before hearing a deep chuckle followed by, "Or what? You gonna handcuff me?"
"Only in your dreams, Mulder. So I suggest you get back to them".
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