Late Night Conversations

by Erin Blair

TITLE: Late Night Conversations
AUTHOR: Erin M. Blair
E-MAIL: eblair@sonic.net
CLASSIFICATION/CATEGORY:SRA--Story, Romance, Angst CONTENT: Mulder/Scully Romance
RATING: PG-13 to slight R.
DISTRIBUTION/ARCHIVE STATEMENT: OK to Gossamer, After the Fact, Beyond the Sea, Ephemeral, etc. AWARD ELIGIBILITY: Spookys 2004
SPOILERS: Requiem, Pilot, etc.
SETTING: Season One. Yes, you read that right. DATE: First draft: October 19, 2003. Second draft: November 1, 2003. Final draft: November 6, 2003. ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS: Thanks to Jen for beta reading this story.
DISCLAIMER: Mulder and Scully belong to each other and to Chris Carter.
SUMMARY: Mulder comforts Scully after
a nightmare.


Late Night Conversations
Written by: Erin M. Blair

I was turning over on my side to
sleep in a better position when the
phone rang. It kept ringing and
ringing before I picked it up. "Mulder."

It was Scully.

Her voice was lined with worry. I wondered why she called me. "Mulder, it's me."

I looked over at my watch on the coffee table. "Scully, what's wrong? It's almost three o'clock in the morning."

"I had a nightmare. I couldn't sleep. I thought I'd call to talk to you," said Scully.

I smiled to myself. I was glad she called me because I had been thinking about her all night. She always invaded my dreams and she
helped slay the demons that continued to haunt me. "So I can make you feel better?"

"I want you to reassure me that it won't ever happen," said Scully.

I was now fully awake and sitting
up on the sofa. "What will happen?"

Her voice was full of despair as she relayed her dream to me. "I dreamt that I was looking for you, that you were abducted and I couldn't
find you!"

I sighed. I had no idea she dreamed about me being taken away from her. "That's not going to happen, Scully. Besides, I have you. You will protect me."

"What happens if I can't, Mulder?"

"I'm not going to be abducted. It was just a dream -- a very horrible dream. I'm here, talking to you, Scully." I paused for a moment. "Besides, you don't even believe in aliens. You told me that many times."

"I know," said Scully. "I know I can't grasp what I dreamed, but it felt so real. In the dream, I was pregnant with our child..."

"What? Can you repeat that, Scully?"

"I was pregnant with our child, Mulder."

"We haven't kissed yet," I said. Scully's dream was getting stranger and
stranger by each passing minute. We
hadn't even spoken our desire for each other. I had known I was in love with Scully ever since she walked into the basement office.

Did she love me? I wasn't sure. Sometimes she gave me a few hints here and there about her feelings for me. Unfortunately, she hid behind her emotions frequently. She did, from time to time, give me a smile that lit up her features. I always had a feeling that she liked me.

I knew we flirted with each other, which I truly enjoyed. My love for her was eternal, growing through every passing moment in our lives. "Scully, do you love me?"

"Yes, I do," admitted Scully. "Do you want me to come over?"

"Sure," I told her. "Maybe I could keep your dreams from ever happening...well, except for the pregnancy part?"

"Mulder, are you sure?"

"I'm positive, Scully. I have always
dreamed of this moment. Always."


She came over, like a dream, to be with me. We went to the bedroom, away from
the sofa. Our lips reached for each other's and then we touched to form the most
tender kiss that I had ever had.

Our clothes came off, one by one, our
bodies became naked. "I love you," I
murmured into Scully's red-gold hair.
"I can't live without you." I caressed her lips, her face, and kissed the nape of her neck. She was so beautiful, like an angel who came to me in the early morning
hours.

I hoped it wasn't a dream. I had
dreamed about our lovemaking for so
long that I needed to convince myself
it was real. Making love to her was so special that I had to pinch
myself to make certain it was real.

I wanted to kiss her, to reassure her
that I would always be with her no matter what.

I entered her with all the passion that I could muster. She fit like a glove, like a beautiful dream, like we were meant
to be together. When she had the orgasm, the ride was full of passion and joy. I couldn't describe it. It was like we had been making love forever.


Afterwards, my body snuggled next
to hers. I stroked her red-gold hair
and gazed into her blue eyes. My
lips touched hers to form a kiss. "Good morning," I told her in a low voice.

"Good morning to you, too. How did you
sleep?"

"No nightmares, Scully. You chased them away," I said as I pushed back a strand of her lustrous auburn hair away from her eyes.

"I'm glad," mumured Scully. "I'm glad
I could be of help."

"You must certainly were," I said. I
remembered she was the one who had
the nightmares last night. "How about
you?"

"You chased them away, Mulder. You
don't know how much being with you
meant to me," she said. Her lips
settled into a dreamy smile.

"I think I do know," I said. "You
are everything to me, Scully."

"And you're everything to me,
Mulder. Don't ever forget that."

"I would never forget," I told
her. I paused with emphasis.
"Never."

Feedback: Much appreciated --
thanks. Send to: eblair@sonic.net

Author's Notes: While
writing my first smut story, I had
an idea for this story. I decided to put the smut story on the backburner to
work on this one. I'm glad that I did.

I thought it would be an interesting
concept to place this story in Season
One before Mulder and Scully were
abducted separately.


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