Author: Angela W.
Summary: Mulder's thoughts as he and Scully watch a
movie. First person, Mulder's POV.
Timespan/Spoilers: Postep for "Je Sounais"
whatever the Season 7 Jeannie episode was called).
Spoilers for that and several other eps prior to
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me.
They are the property of Chris Carter and 1013
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We settle down on
the couch as the opening credits of
"Caddyshack" flicker across the TV screen.
halfway through the movie, we've both finished our
beers and as much of the popcorn as we care for. I
slide my arm along Scully's shoulders and pull her
closer. She responds by smiling at me, then kicking
off her shoes and drawing her legs up beneath her.
After a few minutes, she turns her head and looks at
me. When I shift my focus of attention from the screen
to her face, she leans in and kisses me softly. "Do
you want to turn off the movie?" I murmur.
"No," she whispers. "I just wanted a
kiss. Is that
"It's fine, Scully." That's one of the things
I've had to work on since our relationship became
intimate - convincing Scully that it's okay for her to
touch me, kiss me, even when she doesn't want sex. Of
course, I also have to work on convincing certain parts
of my own anatomy that a kiss or a snuggle isn't
necessarily an invitation to jump her!
By the time the final, climatic scene is being played
out, we've shifted into our favorite TV watching
position. I am flat on my back - or as flat as you can
get on a futon, anyway - with my head turned toward the
television. Scully is lying on top of me. That's how
Scully likes to fall asleep, too; not next to me, not
even beside me, but on top of me. I use one hand to
smooth the hair back from her face and move the other
hand down to her ass and squeeze gently. I'm still
amazed by the fact that I can touch her there and not
"Caddyshack" ends and I can tell from Scully's
breathing that she has fallen asleep. I use the remote
to flick off the TV and pull the afghan on top of the
couch down to cover both of us. I remember the last time
Scully feel asleep on my couch; she ended up in my bed,
in my arms and finally, after seven long years of
fantasizing about such a moment, I ended up in her. . .
I take a deep breath and try to calm down. Scully is
sleeping. She'll still be here in the morning; plenty
of time then to resume the activities we've pursued
frequently over the past six weeks. Instead, I turn my
thoughts to the Jeannie. Scully would say Jen wasn't a
Jeannie and try to come up with all kinds of rational,
scientific reasons why everything we'd seen over the
past few days had occurred.
Even Jen had seemed surprised when, after botching my
first wish and using my second wish to undo it, I
lifted the spell with my third wish. But, honestly,
altruism hadn't worked. As for a more selfish wish. .
.a few months earlier, I might have wished to know my
sister's fate, but I've finally found out what
happened to Samantha. Other than that, what do I have?
Let's see. I've got a job I love and it comes with the
bonus of not being the kind of job anyone is anxious to
try to take away from me. I've got more than enough
money, thanks to some prudent investing on the part of
my grandparents and the fact that I was the sole
beneficiary of both my parents' wills. I don't have a
lot of friends, and the ones I've got are a trio of
paranoid geeks, but they're loyal beyond the limits of
what any man has a right to expect.
Most of all, I have Scully. A beautiful, kindhearted,
intelligent woman whom I love to distraction. A woman
who loves me, too. What more could a man wish for?