August 28, 2000
The sun was shining slyly through the curtains in the Georgetown apartment. Outside, the birds were chirping away while car horns honked at the delay. Inside, the laughter of a man and a woman could be heard.
"Mulder," Scully whined, drawing out his name. "Warn me before you do that."
He lifted his head from her shoulder. "Do what, Scully?" he asked innocently.
"Warn me when you're about to kiss me and you haven't shaved yet."
"Why, Scully? Something wrong?"
"Yes, that tickled," she giggled when he brushed his beard over her bare shoulder again. "It tickled and you know it."
Mulder chuckled. He kissed his way further down her arm just to hear her laughter. She giggled even more when he deliberately tickled a spot on her side.
He loved her laugh. Her actual, full-blown, genuine laugh. There was nothing sweeter than that one sound.
He stopped his kisses suddenly as a wave of familiarity came over him. He moved up so he was face to face with her.
"Hey, Scully, do you believe in past lives?" he asked.
She looked at him and shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know. I guess; maybe a little on some level. Why?"
He shook his head and kissed her forehead. "Oh, nothing. I just had the strangest feeling of déjà vu."
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The End.