7 Hours Later
Mulder woke up to a loud tire screech just outside the motel room.
"Damnn" he whispered as he felt the warm morning sunlight seeped into the room via the loosely closed curtains. He glanced at his watch, which read as 7.02. Luckily they had enough time to stop at the church on their way. He remembered that the invitees were asked to be there by 10 am.
He snuggled back to the warmth of the soft duet; although his share was only a narrow portion it, being next to her was comfortingly warm enough to make him wanting more of her presence. He looked at her, who was still asleep wrapped up in a pile of bedding, her bed smelled of the subtle sweet aroma which is so familiar to him.
"Hey…" he whispered as he slowly hugged her from her back. He was glad that despite the shocking incident she had gone through last night, she slept without any nightmares. He brushed his fingers against a bluish bruise on the side of her neck. She stirred sheepishly to his touch.
"Does it still hurt?" he asked as he kissed her slowly on the bruise.
"A little…" she turned to him in response. Her eyes are still half closed to notice that he is staring at her.
He held his breath as he looked at her bare face as few freckles gleaming to the warm sunlight.
"What's the time," she asked as she cuddled more into him.
"Just passed seven" He smiled as he pulled her more closely to him. "We need to stop by the PD on the way…" He nuzzled her hair.
"…Oh…we have to be there at church right" she lifted her head,
"Hmm…" he touched her chin, looking deeply into her eyes. "How are you feeling now?"
"Good" she smiled. She closed her eyes for a brief moment.
He was relieved to hear her words. But his heart ached secretly; he knew now that every day, every mission would be to protect her from the monsters he chased.