When the sunlight hit her face, she was angelic. Mulder tenderly pushed aside some errant strands of red hair that covered Scully's face. Somewhere in the middle of all their frenetic activity, they stopped to analyze the situation. No more waiting, they concluded. No more pretending.
Mulder glanced at the clock. Was it really that late? He knew that Scully usually set her alarm for 6:30 and it was already 7:45. Mulder could easily believe that he would sleep through the alarm, but Scully …
He hesitated to wake her. They could always call in sick, Mulder thought, but Scully would probably object. They were swamped with paperwork from past cases and desperately needed to catch up. Much to his demise, Mulder concluded that he had to wake her up. He leaned over and whispered her name.
"Scully."
No response. He softly nudged her.
"Scully."
A disgruntled groan. Another nudge, another groan.
"Scully," he said louder this time.
This time mumbles.
"It's almost eight, Scully."
She shot up in bed.
"What?"
"It's almost eight," he repeated, amused at her reaction.
"Shit."
Scully scrambled out, grabbing whatever clothing on the floor that was hers and ran into the bathroom only to run back out again, this time with her robe on.
"I need clean clothes."
She quickly rummaged through her drawers for some underwear when she heard Mulder's laughter.
"What?"
"Good morning, Scully."
Scully sighed and realized her foolishness.
"Good morning Mulder."
She still clutched the undergarments but climbed into bed next to him meeting his lips.
"We have work Mulder."
"I know."
"We have to get ready."
"I know."
"I'm going to take a shower and when I'm done you better be out of this bed. In fact, you better not be here at all or else I'll report you to the bureau."
"Report me for what?"
Scully crawled back out of bed.
"Interfering with official government matters."
"Such as?"
Scully slipped into the bathroom and teasingly threw her robe out the door.
"Getting ready for work."
Mulder heard the shower turn on and waited a few minutes before getting up. He searched through Scully's closet and found a suit bag which he laid on the bed. Then he cautiously walked towards the bathroom door and cracked it open.
"Mind if I join you?"
Before Scully could answer, Mulder had already gotten in the shower and began lathering soap all over his body – as if Scully wasn't even there. She couldn't help but laugh.
"But Mulder, your clothes."
"I got an extra set, remember? I left a suit in your trunk once and never got around to picking it up. Well, now I'm picking it up."
Scully remembered and was glad. She persuaded Mulder that they needed to hurry in order to avoid any unwanted rumors. They were already plagued with mythic monsters taunts and speculation behind their backs; Mulder and Scully did not need to add to the fire. Within half an hour, they were cleaned and dressed and headed out the door. Unbeknownst to them, a stranger was still watching.