TITLE: S. W. & 7 D’s (aka 7 Steps to Apple Pancakes).

AUTHOR: Triton

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DATE: 29th January, 2000

SUMMARY: Scully deals with an important aspect of her character, with a little help from a group of height-challenged, trouble making muses.

DISCLAIMER: X-Files, Mulder, Scully and all related characters belong to that amazing person called Chris Carter, Ten-Thirteen Productions and the Fox Network. I mean no infringement. I am just borrowing the characters briefly to have a play, to see what I can do with them while CC isn’t watching. He can have them back anytime he likes (as long as I can still borrow them every weekend, maybe? Please?).

CATEGORY: MSR themes.

RATING: R

SPOILERS: None whatsoever. I think. (Well, not relating to X-Files! But I think Disney may get a tad annoyed that I have spoilt the reputation of his little mates!!))

ARCHIVE: Sure, Fine, Whatever!

NOTE: The little muse who was supposed to assist me in writing this part was of no help what-so-ever. He refused to focus on the plot, he was intent on playing with the ‘clicking buttons’ on the keyboard, and distracted himself with macadamia-caramel icecream just as I was trying to negotiate with him about appropriate dialogue. Go figure! Luckily he has a healthy respect for Roget, so we were able to resolve some issues co-actively.

This is Part Five of an expected Seven Part fanfic. Scully POV.

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From her dark warm cocoon, Scully drifted back to consciousness, gradually becoming aware of a comforting embrace surrounding her, washing a renewed sense of contentment over her.

"Well? Is she OK?"

"Yes, Agent Mulder, she is fine. My examination indicates that she simply fainted. I’ll administer this injection to relieve any discomfort she may be feeling......"

She felt a pinprick against her right buttock, but before she could register her complaint, she drifted off into slumber again.

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"I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry...."

As she roused briefly she could hear this mantra and its familiarity calmed her. She remembered hearing it often throughout the night as she surfaced from each sleepcycle, its soothing whispering fingers enticing her to fall back into the obliging darkness.

She smiled and went back to sleep.

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Scully was dreaming.

She was experiencing a lovely range of impressions, a wonderful sensual dream. A dream about Mulder. This one was a particular favourite, where, drowsy with wine and skin sticky with sweat, they found themselves wrapped in each others arms, roasting their naked toes in front of the crackling fire, the sweet musky smell of sex wafting between them, rising from their naked bodies in an orgiastic perfume.

Waking slowly from her fantasy, she stretched out her toes and snuggled back into a solid breathing wall, smiling to herself with the realisation that she was spooned in the embrace of a broad chest and long arms. This amused her - most of her favourite fantasies regularly ended like this. Her head was nestled under his chin, she could hear his rhythmic breathing and smell his familiar scent.

Wriggling, she turned herself around and snaked her arms around his body, one to caress his back and the other to circle his neck. Arching up, she kissed the top of his nose and watched in delight as his eyelids flickered and slowly opened to reveal a hazel firmament. She kissed his nose again and snuggled in closer, rubbing her check against his.

"Hey there, Mulder," she murmured into his ear.

"Hey there to you, too. How are you feeling?" His voice cracked with sleep induced timbre.

"Hmmmm.. I feel great, actually." She kissed his nose once again. She felt his lips curl up into a smile against her chin.

"So, am I forgiven now?" he whispered tentatively.

"Sure you are, Mulder. Always, Mulder!"

Scully rubbed her toes against his feet, stretching her legs full length along his, but she hesitated when it registered that although her legs were bare, his were not.

She wiggled her fingers across his back, scratching against the fabric of his t-shirt. Fully dressed? This puzzled her - she could still remember the feel of his skin against hers.

Disconcerted, she pushed herself away from him, rolling out of his embrace, but was unable to control the momentum and slipped off the side of the bed and landed on the floor with a thud.

"Ouch - shit!" she yelped. She stood quickly, a bit disorientated, then lost her balance again. This time, as she grabbed at the bed and righted herself, she came face to face with Mulder, who had rolled over across the sheets to check on her. He met her gaze, unsure whether to display confusion or amusement.

"Are you OK, Scully?"

She looked down at him blankly for a second.

"Mulder, did we have sex?"

"No, Scully, we didn’t."

Silence.

"Why not?"

"Scully!" he groaned, rolling over onto his back in defeat.

"What?" she demanded, exasperated by her confusion.

She looked down at herself and was even more baffled to discover that she was now wearing a long sky-blue t-shirt. "Hey - I don’t sleep in this! This is one of my new t-shirts, not one of my sleeping ones!" She was truly astonished and glanced back up at Mulder for clarification. His expression reflected a sense of discomfit.

"Mulder? What?" she asked again.

"Scully, you aren’t going to yell at me again are you?"

"No, why?" She narrowed her eyes at him, trying to comprehend what he was alluding to.

"Scully, are you really OK?"

"’Course I am!" Scully blinked a few times, then shook her head to flick all the ball-bearings back into place. "So, Mulder, if we didn’t have sex," and her frown dissolved into a teasing grin, "why ARE you in my bed and wrapped all over me?"

Mulder contemplated his response. "Well, Scully, after you fainted, I called a locum. I was worried, you were pale and unresponsive. After she left, I stood here, watching you sleep and I thought about your anger. I thought about us. I thought a lot about you and I made a decision that, although will present a multitude of ramifications, I will never regret or renege. You may not want to be pampered, Scully, and you may feel the need to chastise me for it, but I WANT to pamper you. I think you deserve it. You had a bad day yesterday! What kind of friend would I be if I had just walked away and left you to suffer alone? So, I offered you exactly what I know I’ve wanted in previous instances."

Scully had a brief flashback and grimaced. "Oh yeah. I fainted. So you put me to bed? Thank you, Mulder, you are so good to me," and she reached over to pat him on the chest, but tripped, lost her balance and fell on top of him.

"Argghh!" she whispered into his ear. He reached over her with one arm and rolled her loosely back into his embrace.

"What’s up with you today, Scully? I don’t think I have ever seen you so endearingly dopey."

Scully snorted. "I have no idea, Mulder. All I took were a couple of Advil for the headache. Then I remember yelling at you for some inane reason, I also remember being pricked and next thing, I wake up to find you all warm and snugly next to me." She flashed him a sleepy smile, then reached up and kissed the tip of his nose again. "Oh, I love your nose..."

Mulder chuckled and pulled her in very close, rubbing his cheek against her soft silky hair. His voice was deep and sensual. "As much as I like seeing this side of you, Scully, and I want to believe that I’ll see it more often, I know that once the drugs in your system wear off, you’ll close yourself away from me again. I’ll always cherish this moment," and he nuzzled her ear, offering gentle kisses down her jawline, stopping at the corner of her mouth. Scully shivered with pleasure and ran her tongue across his offered lips, feeling him tremble beside her.

She sighed, her breath mingling with his, as a sense of lethargy crept across her consciousness. She ran her hand leisurely down his body, across his chest, over his hips, pausing at the bulge hidden beneath the fabric at his groin. She closed her eyes, grogginess overcoming her. She pressed her fingers gently around the covered shaft of his penis, and as she drifted back into a pleasure coated slumber, she whispered, "Oh Mulder, I want to believe too...."

END.