Title: Every Girls Dream

Author: Twilight Walters

Distribution: Anywhere but please let me know

Rating: R / M

Categories: Romance

Keywords: Mulder/Scully Romance Scully/Other Romance memories

Spoilers: None

Summary: Scully has been having vivid dreams about her first love, causing old green eyes to appear, more then once. Mulder assists Scully in receiving closure.

Disclaimer: The characters in this story are the property of Chris Carter and Fox. No copyright infringement intended.

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Every Girls Dream

By Twilight Walters

Airplane, Flight 897, 11:45pm

It was the end of another case for FBI Agents Mulder and Scully. The case had been taxing both mentally and physically but they had solved it with a swift efficiency.

They had boarded the flight without delay, a very uncommon occurrence for the two of them. Spying their assigned seats Mulder had grimaced in dismay, noting the lack of leg space, this predicament of course never caused a problem for his short petite partner.

Once the flight was in the air Mulder had gone in search of a cabin crew member, as luck would have it, all the crew members had been female so he was able to work a little Mulder charm and had been offered seats at the back of the plane with enough room for even his lanky legs.

Mulder had thanked the staff implicitly when guided to the new seats. The look of angst that crossed the flight attendants face when Mulder said he would 'just go and get his partner' was almost comical.

"Oh..." Stacey, the flight attendant cooed "All the good one's are always gay." Obviously, guessing the use of the word partner implied a homosexual relationship.

Mulder glanced at the small redhead in front of him in her flight attendants uniform, she was very attractive and if it weren't for the fact that he had 'his' red head with him, he might of indulged in a little light flirtatious banter, instead he opted to reassure her "I'm not gay..."

Stacey blushed profusely "I'm so sorry sir. I did not mean to offend you."

"It's fine..." Mulder leaned forward to read the small name badge "...Stacey. I'll just go and get her."

Stacey was left feeling very awkward and slightly weak at the knees as she watched her tall dark and handsome passenger retreat down the isle.

Reaching the assigned seats Mulder sighed realizing his partner was already half asleep. Leaning down he gently stroked her face with two fingers as he whispered "Scully...wake up."

"Mmmm..." sounded her mumbled response before she recalled her surroundings. "Mulder... What's wrong?" she asked sliding her professional mask back into place.

"Come on... I got us better seats."

"What's wrong with these ones?" Scully asked.

Mulder smiled before replying "Unlike you Agent Scully, I have legs." Mulder saw the smile touch her eyes before she could suppress it as he extended his hand to her.

"How did you get them to relocate us?" she asked hazily but intrigued.

"Just worked some of the old Mulder charm." He jested.

Scully arched her brow at her partner "After five years of working with you...I am yet to see the so-called Mulder charm."

Mulder grasped his chest in a mocked look of hurt before extending his hand back to her. "Come on...I'll come back for the hand luggage."

Stacey watched the exchange from a discrete distance. 'If he's not gay maybe I stand a chance?' she thought to herself wistfully. 'He did after all say partner, not girlfriend or wife.' She watched the women stand up for the window seat and take Mr. Tall dark and handsome's hand, a jolt of electricity ran through her body 'and he's into red heads.' She thought happily before studying the pair's body language. He placed his hand at his partners waist and guided her effortless down the lie. 'Damn...' she thought 'He's in love.'

By the time Mulder had returned with their carry on luggage, Scully had already fallen back to sleep. Her ability to fall asleep so easily never ceased to amaze him, being an insomniac himself.

He had asked her about it before and she had explained that when she was a medical intern she had to get in the habit of sleeping in strange places or risk not sleeping at all.

The fact that she was asleep was of no consequence to him, he recline slightly in his chair after glancing round the cabin, it was only half full. He spied Stacey heading back down the isle towards him and smiled.

"Is there anything else I can do for you or your wife sir?" Stacey asked, eager to please.

Mulder looked to his partner and decided not to correct the flight attendant. "No. But thank you, Stacey. We will be fine now."

Mulder exhaled as he got comfortable ready to part take in his favorite of all past times, Scully watching. He breathed contentedly as he marveled at her looking so peaceful.

He watched her sleeping whenever the opportunity occurred, normally on planes or in the car, when he could chance a look. He had been known to wonder to the adjoining door to her room whilst on partially grueling cases and watch her from the safety of the doorway. She had caught him once, whilst on a plane and since then he had become very adapt at listening to the slight changes in her breathing, it would always indicate when she was about to wake.

Her features were softened while she slept as she was unable to keep the Scully mask in place in her relaxed state. Her breathing was gentle and Mulder was entranced by the slight rise and fall of her bosom. He didn't watch her in lust, instead he watched with love. He knew that she was unable to retain her normal barriers at this time, while she slept and for the first few moments as she woke. They were the times when he could feel closest to her, so he cherished these moments.

Scully's eyes began to flutter under her eyelids and Mulder realized she was dreaming. He wondered what thoughts were invading her subconscious as he saw a smile creep up her features.

His breath caught momentarily, a Scully smile, a rarity in itself but mixed with her softened features she looked more beautiful then he had ever seen her. He mentally took a snap shot and filed it in the recesses of his mind for future reference.

Her lips parted slightly as her tongue slipped out to moisten them. Mulder wondered briefly whether she had any idea regarding the effect she could have on him before realizing that there was no way, at least not while she slept, still he gathered a flight pillow in his lap to hide his obvious predicament just incase she awoke suddenly.

He sighed as he listened to her breathing become more rapid and noticed as she swayed her hips slightly. Mulder arched his brow 'Not thinking about chasing aliens are you Agent Scully?' He felt his own breathing quicken as he watched her. He knew that she must have dreams of a sexual nature, everyone did but he had never witnessed it before.

Mulder felt himself harden almost painfully as he watched his partners body wither slightly beneath her flight blanket. He knew she was beautiful, he knew she was sexy but at this moment in time, he didn't think he had ever seen anything more erotic in his entire life, even in all those videos he didn't own.

"Mmmm..." she whimpered from the back of her throat as her hand started moving slightly on her thigh. Mulder glanced around the cabin briefly checking no one was in ear shot, seeing the coast was clear he returned his attention to his partner. "Mmmmm...please." she whispered almost inaudibly.

Mulder pulled the pillow more firmly against his lap as she continued "Mmmm...ohhhh...M.." Mulder stopped breathing altogether. She was about to say a name, a name that began with M, 'Could it be?...' Mulder thought before shaking the notion 'I'm not that lucky.' She whimpered once more as she arched her back against the chair, thrusting her chest out. Mulder practically drooled.

"Mmmm...M..M.." Mulder was nearly dieing from anticipation 'Go on say it?' he willed 'Say his name..?' he thought before wishing 'Say my name?'

"Mmmm...mmm... God... M...M...Mikica."

'What?' Mulder sat ridged in his chair feeling his dick soften instantly 'Who the hell is Mikica?' Mulder shouted in his head before realizing his subconscious didn't know. She was still whimpering beside him and it tore at his heart. Mulder felt the jealousy rip through him at an alarming rate before he rationalized that he had no right to feel jealous, she wasn't his after all.

'But who the hell is Mikica?' he repeated 'A new boyfriend? She would have said. No... An old boyfriend?' realizing his mind was unable to answer these questions for him, he reached out and gently stroked her face.

"Scully...?" he whispered.

"Mmmm.." she responded to his touch instantly.

"Who's Mikica?"

Scully opened her eyes and sat up rigidly in her chair. "Oh God." She whispered, as she ran her hand through her hair. "...Umm...excuse me." She said as she stood to pass Mulder feeling mortified.

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