Disclaimer: Nope, these characters aren't mine. Category: VRA Classification: MSR Rating: R Spoilers: Season nine. Archive:Gossamer. Spookys. Further X. Others ask. Summary: A night to remember. For: MD who says I never write anything light. "His Shirt" by Lisa haven599@msn.com Quiet. She barely remembered what it sounded like. William was finally asleep. Scully tiptoed to her bedroom and began undressing. As she hung her clothes back up in the closet, she spied it. Mulder's shirt. The blue dress shirt he left over one night. She hadn't realized it until after he had packed up all his things and went away. It was a painful reminder of what happened, so she stored it away in her closet for safe keeping until he returned. That was becoming more elusive with each passing day she and William endured. She wondered if it still smelled of him. Reaching back into the depths of her closet, she removed it from the hangar and held it close to her chest. It possessed a faint smell of his body. Shedding her bra and panties, she slipped the shirt on and buttoned it up slowly, feeling the cotton glide over her soft skin. the sleeves swallowed her arms up, an instant reminder of how tall he was. She slid beneath the covers, wondering how long she would be able to sleep until William woke and needed her. **** A hand grazed her cheek and stroked her hair away from her face. "Scully." "Hmmm . . . Mulder, don't stop." She leaned up into his hand, before waking and fumbling for the light. "Mulder? What are you doing here?" "I couldn't stay away from you, Scully." "I missed you so much," she murmured against his neck as she drew herself closer to him. He wrapped his arms around her while his lips found hers in the dimly lit room. All the longing and frustration of the past months exploded in their kisses, leaving them both struggling to breathe when it was over. She slid the jacket off his shoulders. He untangled it from his arms and threw it on the floor. His shirt was next and he moved her hand aside, finishing undressing on his own. Sliding into bed next to her, he began to unbutton her shirt. "Isn't this mine?" he commented. "Yes . . . it was in the back of my closet. You forgot to take it. I don't . . . I mean I usually wear pajamas to bed," she explained, embarrassed that she wasn't wearing her usual attire. He smiled down at her. "I would've left more if I had known." He toyed with the top button before popping it open, placing a gentle kiss on her skin. Mulder did that with each successive button until the shirt was all the way open, leaving her breathless with anticipation as to what came next. He lifted her up and slipped the shirt off her nude body, tossing it away. He pulled her against him, her breasts flattening against his chest as his mouth once again reclaimed hers. It was so much contact all at once. Not that Scully didn't enjoy it. She gasped aloud as his fingers explored between her legs. He eased her down onto the bed. Lacing his fingers with hers against the pillows, he moved inside her slowly and deliberately making up for the time that was robbed from them. She closed her eyes and let the waves of pleasure wash over her. His name was whispered on her lips over and over again until she couldn't take it anymore and grabbed onto his shoulders as her climax hit. She settled herself into his arms, sleepy and satisfied. **** Scully awoke to her son's cries. She felt a bit groggy and disoriented at first, but threw the covers off and headed towards William's room. Halfway there, she looked down an realized what she was wearing. Mulder's shirt. It was unbuttoned. She was trying to remember what happened last night and took a quick glance back at her bed, but it was empty. Her son's insistent cries were distracting her, so she hurried into pick him up. He calmed down after a bottle. However, Scully was still puzzled. Surely that had to have been a dream. Mulder couldn't have really been here last night, but she did feel like they had really made love last night. It was just only a wonderful, vivid dream. But, when she got really for bed that evening, she found another one of his shirts at the back of her closet. **** END (1/1) Like what you read? Come to Lisa's Haven: http://shannono.net/haven/