TITLE: Girl of My Dreams AUTHOR: salliejohns CATEGORY: MSR (strongly implied), Scully/other (gentle slash) RATING: R for sexual content SPOILERS: Assumes knowledge of events through Requiem TIMELINE: This story is set post-Requiem, and before This Is Not Happening DISCLAIMER: Scully does not belong to me (more's the pity), nor does the "other." They're owned by CC, 10-13, and FOX. The dream is my idea though. DEDICATION: This was written for my dear friend gail, to celebrate her birthday. Sorry it's late, my love. AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story is completely sallie safe. More notes at the end. Girl of My Dreams by salliejohns You are tired, and you sleep. And when you sleep, you dream. Eventually all the dreams end up being about him. Mulder. Your partner, your friend, and too recently, your lover. Mulder missing, Mulder in pain, Mulder in your arms, Mulder in your bed. Your dreams are terrifying, your dreams are wonderful, your dreams are fantasies, but your dreams always end. Your dreams end, you awaken, and once again you are alone. Reality returns and you ache. You ache when you remember the day you met, and you ache when you remember how he railed against the cancer that threatened to claim you. You ache remembering the time he almost kissed you, and again, when you remember the time he did. You ache the most recalling the moment when you looked into his eyes, and realized that you didn't just love Mulder, you were *in* love with him. When you allow yourself to think back to the first time you lay down with the love of your life, your one perfect soul-mate, the tears fall unchecked, and you feel you will never be whole again. How sad it is at this time in your life when the impossible has happened, when your most fervent wish has come true, and you carry this miracle child within your body, that your partner is not here to share it with you. Isn't it ironic that as you enter your second trimester, and your senses are sharpened by hormones, honed into desperate longing for your lover's touch, your lover is lost to you? Instead of his joyful kisses, you taste loneliness and sorrow. At night you find yourself dreaming of him, and although you've never had much of a fantasy life before, suddenly you have daydreams in which you are petted and stroked, kissed and caressed. Soon you are touching yourself, working your own body to find the release you now so frequently need. On the sofa, in the bed, in the shower, and in the tub, your hands roam your body, smoothing its curves, kneading and stroking all the places he has touched. Soaking in the tub, you allow yourself to drift into romantic reverie. Your lover visits you during sleep, touching you, easing your ache. This sleep release has come to mean the difference between fervid longing and sweet relief. This nightly ritual leaves you sated, at least for now. Finally, you can rest. This day though, your dreams are different. This isn't Mulder. It is another who comes unbidden, unexpected, as you recline in the deep, old fashioned tub. The image is blurred, as sometimes happens. Who is this person who comes to you in stealth? You are curious, but not anxious, and so sink even deeper into your dream. As you do so, features become more sharply defined; recognition creeps closer. You notice warm, blue eyes, and dark red hair; long, auburn hair, framing a woman's face. A woman's face? What woman is this, this interloper who invades your dream in your lover's stead? As her delicate features draw slowly into focus, you recognize her. She is someone you knew briefly; someone who brought focus into your life when everything seemed complicated and out of control. Though you only connected for a short time, her impact on your life persists, long after your last goodbye. Why now? Why encroach upon your dreams now? Is it because the direction of your life seems so unclear? Mulder mysteriously gone, his baby continuing to grow inside you; your most fervent dream and worst nightmare, snaring you in their webs. Before you have time to consider this unexpected visitation, she kneels behind the tub, and leans forward to embrace you. As her arms encircle your shoulders, her head bows toward yours, and she places whisper kisses on your temple, your cheek, your throat. "Dana, I've missed you," she murmurs. Warmth spreads outward from those tender places touched by her kiss. You want to ask why she has come, but before you can speak even a word, her lips press gently against your own. They are wonderfully soft and full, and when her mouth opens slightly, you are surprised to find your tongue seeking hers, answering her kiss and heating it with your own. Tongues slip and slide together, and when your lips part you are breathless, and your questions no longer seem important. Slowly, perhaps too slowly, her hands move from your shoulders, down your arms, and your fingers entwine. Her mouth is hungry on yours, and you find yourself wanting, needing more. Your hands unclasp, and while your tongues continue their slow dance, she leans further forward to cup your breasts. A shudder travels the length of your body, and when her thumbs swipe at your nipples, you moan softly. Your nipples are hardened peaks, poking through the scented water like bright berries in cream. You strain upward, silently urging her to take them into her mouth, but she is slow and deliberate in her worship. When you are certain you can stand it no longer, her mouth closes around one rosy nub, then the other. As her tongue swirls and encircles each in turn, the tension low in your belly begins to grow. Soon the ache between your thighs grows unbearable. You find yourself tensed as a coil wound beyond its limit, straining for release. When at last she moves her fingers lower, she knows exactly where to touch you; her one touch is all you need. The coil is released, and you find yourself writhing in the frothy water, your climax rocking through you in relentless waves. The release is so powerful, so overwhelmingly real to you, that you waken, and discover your dream lover vanishing in the haze of your sated lust. Finally, utterly content, you allow yourself to sleep once more, your face pink and glowing, framed by the fragrant foam that cradles you. Fin THANKS: To my awesome threesome, Shoshana, Artemis, and Shelba for their talented beta services. You ladies are amazing. THANKS ALSO TO: Pacquin, your love and encouragement light up my life.