Title: Sleep Becomes Him
Author: OKayVal
Email: okayval@yahoo.com
Website: http://donnilee.tripod.com/okayval
Rating:  Adults only, please!
Archive: Honored; just tell me where
Category: V, RST
Pairings: Mulder/Scully
Spoilers: None.
Disclaimer: Not mine, you know the drill.
Summary: Follow-up to "Bareback." The morning
after.

Written for Fandomonium's "Voyeurism" challenge;
elements at the end. Great big thanks to Tali,
as always.


"Naked, you are simple as one of your hands..."

--Pablo Neruda, "Morning (Love Sonnet XXVII)"--

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The coffee is brewing, the bread is toasting, and she has even
discovered some strawberry jam hiding in a corner of Mulder's
refrigerator. Pleased with her success at finding something edible
in Mulder's X-File of a kitchen, she goes to check on him; it's
not like him to sleep when the scent of food is in the air.

She stops in the bedroom doorway and looks in; what she sees
makes her smile.  Mulder has rolled onto his side and the blanket
is now in a heap on the floor. He's wonderfully naked except for
the chaps, which he was still wearing when he drifted off to sleep
last night after making love to her.  She awoke this morning
with Mulder curled around her and the feel of soft suede brushing
against her skin.

She considers waking him up, but decides to allow herself the luxury
of watching him sleep. Mulder is almost always in motion, and it's
rare to catch him like this, so still and calm. His head, with
hair sofly tousled, rests between his pillow and hers. His lips are
slightly parted and his full bottom lip almost begs to be nipped and
nibbled at.

Mulder stirs and she lets her eyes travel along his naked form,
watching his chest rise and fall gently with each breath. His
muscles are taut and toned. Her eyes follow the fine line of hair
that travels down his lean torso until it is interrupted by the
chaps which circle his hips. The brown belt from the chaps 
provides a dividing line between his strong back and the smooth
curve of his ass. She is quite fond of Mulder's rear, having
spent years admiring it while she trailed around behind him
in airports and at crime scenes. She will never forget the first
time she was able to caress his ass, that night in California,
when all the barriers fell away and they gave in to years of
pent-up longing. It was better than she'd ever hoped.

Mulder makes a sighing sound and stirs again. The chaps slip
forward and afford her a peek between his legs. His cock nestles
thickly against his firm thigh, and she remembers the feel of him
moving hard and fast inside her.

She lets her eyes linger there, getting aroused all over again
with thoughts of how he pleasures her and lets her pleasure him.
She has never been with a man who is so attentive to her needs.
Only Mulder would actually find a pair of chaps to wear for her,
merely because she said they turned her on. Only Mulder would make
up for being an impossible ass to her during the day by wearing
them for her at night.

She forces her gaze away from his cock and toward his impossibly
long legs, tightly muscled all the way down to his equally long
feet. Everything about Mulder is long, she thinks, as the warmth
between her legs builds to a gentle ache.

The toaster calls her from the kitchen with a ping, interrupting
her visual tour of Mulder's beautiful body. Reluctantly she turns
to leave the bedroom.

"Where do you think you're going?" Mulder's voice stops her.
She turns back and finds him awake and watching her with golden
eyes, an amused smile on those lips of his.

"Breakfast is ready," she says, but she takes a step toward the
bed.

"Breakfast can wait, Scully," he replies, patting the suede on his
thigh and shifting his legs to display his cock, now fully erect.
It sure can, she thinks, climbing back into bed with him.

*Finis*


Challenge elements:
* Scully or Other POV
* Can have Mulder doing anything
* Pure description (i.e. little or no dialogue)
* New fic

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