An Alternate Dreamland – Chapter 10

There's got to be a morning after…

Both agents woke up around the same time as the light of the sun beamed sharply through the cracks of the motel curtains. They both had the same thought upon waking; motel curtains never seem to quite meet in the middle.

Scully rolled over in bed and realized that, strangely, she was naked. That was odd. Usually she wore pajamas and cocooned herself in as many layers of bedding as possible. Her eyes still closed, Scully gasped at a certain realization and brought her hand to her chest. It wasn't a dream. Slowly, she opened her eyes and saw a large hand resting upon a flat and lightly hairy chest. Scully closed her eyes again, curled into a ball and wondered how they were going to get out of this mess.

Meanwhile, Mulder had been awake for several minutes and was reveling in the soft, airy warmth of the duvet he had gathered around himself. Under the blankets, he ran his hands over the smooth flesh of his belly and caressed his breasts lightly. I could get used to waking up like this. He put his head under the covers and breathed in the aroma of Scully's skin, a womanly mixture of sweetness and tangy sweat.

He forced himself to get up and walk to the bathroom. He sat down promptly this time and let everything flow with ease. He was also a little more comfortable with the use of toilet paper. I don't know why women complain about having to sit down to pee. This is kind of nice actually. Mulder sat for a moment and planned his morning routine.

He rose and stood in front of the mirror, for once, not startling at his reflection. He undid the buttons of Scully's pajama top and slid it off.

"I'm going to take good care of you, Scully," he said, admiring his reflection.

Mulder turned on the shower and stepped inside, sighing at the water hitting his skin and tricking down his body. He saw a large bottle of shampoo and smaller bottle of conditioner. Guess Scully brings her own; I just always use the free little motel bottles. Mulder squirted a generous amount of reddish shampoo into his hand and worked up a lather in his hair. He'd smelled this particular shampoo on Scully before; it had a hint of watermelon.

He rinsed out the shampoo and poured out a blob of conditioner. This felt thicker and had a wonderful spicy aroma. He read the back of the bottle: leave on for three to five minutes. Kinda high maintenance, but guess that means I get to enjoy some very thorough soaping. Mulder grinned.

Grabbing a large bar of clear brown soap … guess she brings her own soap too … Mulder rubbed it between his hands and started to glide it across his torso. It foamed and bubbled nicely. He closed his eyes and rubbed the soap across belly, breasts, arms, legs, everywhere he could possibly reach. He found the occasional spot to be particularly sensitive and pleasing to touch and make a mental note of those particular locations on Scully's body.

He figured he'd turned the three to five minutes for the conditioner into closer to ten. Guess my work here is done, but I wish it didn't have to be. Mulder stood under the shower head, rinsing all the conditioner and soap from his body before turning off the water.

He grabbed a towel and rubbed it roughly over his head. He grabbed another and scrubbed himself dry everywhere else. Mulder strode nude toward the closet, hoping to find something suitable and easy to put on. "Please let there be pants," he said. "Yes, thank you Scully!"

Mulder pulled out a pair of plain black cotton trousers and a light green pullover. He had been dreading the prospect of wriggling into panty hose and a skirt. He rummaged through the overnight bag and found a pair of simple cotton panties. He took everything over to the bed and started to get dressed. He looked at the bra he'd pulled over his head last night with shades of loathing. I guess she'd freak if I didn't wear a bra. There was no way he was fiddling with those damned clasps again. It was a struggle, but Mulder managed to put the thing on over his head and pull his boobs into the cups. He pulled on the pants and shirt and went to the bathroom to see how he'd done.

He looked in the mirror. Everything looked a little askew. Hmmmm…these puppies look a little lopsided. Mulder reached into his bra and adjusted his breasts so that the nipples were level with each other. He made a few more adjustments to his wardrobe and took a look at his hair. It was pretty messed up from the vigorous towel drying. Mulder stared at the blow dryer and curling iron on the vanity and shook his head. He grabbed a brush and did the best he could. The resulting style was a little fuller and wilder than Scully would have normally worn, but Mulder liked it.

A colorful cloth bag sat to the right of the sink and Mulder peeked inside – makeup. He looked at his face in the mirror. Scully, you most definitely do not need makeup. You're the most naturally beautiful woman I've ever seen. Regardless, he knew Scully would probably feel uncomfortable if she saw herself out in public without any. Mulder looked at several of the lipsticks, choosing a deep rose called "Vixen" and a light mauve blush called "boysenberry." The powdery blush was easy to apply, but it took him a few tries to get the lipstick just right; it kept slipping over his lip line. It still didn't look quite right. Mulder remembered something he'd seen in a movie once. He grabbed a tissue, folded it and put it between his lips, pressing down. When he took it away, his lips looked perfect. Mulder pursed his lips and made kissy noises into the mirror. "You are a damn hot looking chick, Mulder."

His admiration was interrupted by a knock on the door. Mulder gave himself a once-over and went to answer it. It seemed awfully damn strange to open the door and see himself. "Ahhh," he stammered, "mmmorning, Scully."

"Morning, Mulder." Scully was wearing his plain black suit with a white shirt open at the collar and no tie. Her hair was still damp from a shower, but she was unshaven. Mulder liked the look.

"Hope you don't mind that I didn't shave Mulder; I just couldn't imagine taking a razor to my face."

Mulder grinned. Don't worry, Scully, I'm probably not what you might consider your ideal at the moment either. Scully looked her own body up and down and smiled. "You look quite nice Mulder."

An awkward moment passed as the two agents looked at each other, for once, not knowing quite what to say. Scully broke the silence.

"I don't know about you, but I'm incredibly hungry. There's a diner at the other end of the motel. Want to go there and grab some breakfast and we can talk about our next steps?"

Mulder felt a little relief. It really was just the two of them like any morning, just a little more bizarre than most. "That sounds great, Scully, I'll just get some shoes and be right with you."

Scully started to close the door to wait outside, but opened it a crack again and called back, "Oh, and don't forget your purse." She heard a small groan as she closed the door.

Well, it's off to breakfast…