We Haven't Done Everything Yet
Chapter 3
The morning sun was trying to peek in the window of our bedroom. I had fed William a few hours ago quietly slipping out of our bed letting her sleep. As I walked back into the room, I looked at Scully. She was lying on her back. Usually, she snuggles under the sheets like a turtle in its shell but, this morning she was lying with a leg over the sheets, one arm over her chest and the other flung over her head. She looked so peaceful.
"Mulder, are you watching me sleep?" I should be used to his watching me since he has done it so many times over the years. Even though I work semi-regular daytime hours I am not a morning person so on our days off I love to sleep in and start the day slowly.
"I love watching you sleep." I informed her as I slid into the bed next to her. I swear her eyes weren't even open. Sometimes I think she has psychic abilities. I wrapped her up and kissed her lying behind her I could feel her body through those dark blue silk PJ's. How is it that I could work in the same office with her for almost seven years and maintain control of myself and now I can't even lay next to her without my body betraying me. What can I say, I loved the way we fit together, and I loved her body's reaction to mine.
"You know I love these pajamas but, I love them better when they are on the floor." I disrobed her slowly, enjoying her along the way.
I found sex with Scully was unpredictable which was something I absolutely loved. Which Scully would I unwrap, the tender, slow, relaxed, patient, adoring Dana or the librarian? Librarians had the reputation for being rigid and proper at work but after hours, as only schoolboys can imagine they let their hair down, got wild. Scully was capable of librarian sex, untamed, unbridled, bossy, and possessive was well. Scully could be both but, I would be lying if I didn't say I loved it most when she initiated it. There were no rules or exceptions in any room, any time of day, whatever she was feeling is how it went. As we laid in bed afterward, she looked over at me intertwining her fingers with mine and laying her head on my chest and said, "Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies." I ran my fingers through her tousled hair. I couldn't have said it better myself. I touched her ring and kissed it, sealing our future, our long, happy, well-deserved future.
The future would hold unexpected trials and tribulations, but I couldn't think of one thing that we could not get through together and be better for it. So many times, we could have lost each other. So many times, death was separated from us by a mere breath, a step, a bullet, a disease but I would die for her, and I know she would do the same for me. This right here is all I need to sustain me, my work, my love, everything right here. We fell into a mid-morning nap holding each other as we would do for the rest of our lives.