New Year's Day
by Lolabeegood

E-mail: lolabeegood@gmail.com
Distribution: Archive freely with my name attached.

Rating: R
Categories: V, R
Keywords: Mulder/Scully romance
Spoilers: Up to and including IWTB, but this takes 
place before it.
Summary:  A day in the life of Fox Mulder while 
living in long-term isolation. 

Author's Notes: 

This is part of a larger 'Day' series that you may 
want to take a look at if you like this one.  This 
story is actually a vignette, as it is quite short.

I do not own the characters.  I do not make any 
money from this.

Enjoy!

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Mulder woke at 7am to find a warm body curled up on 
the other side of his bed.  Scully's appearance in 
their bed on New Year's Day was unexpected.  She had 
the late shift at the hospital that night and, if 
history repeated itself, she would be working into 
the early morning hours dealing with drunk people.  
The last time she had this shift, two years ago, he 
didn't see her until just after lunch on New Year's 
Day.

He raised himself up on one elbow and tried to see 
her face underneath all that hair.  She was out for 
the count, dead to the world for the next eight hours.  
A soft snore came out of her mouth and Mulder couldn't 
help but smile, she only snored when she was really 
tired.  

He rose from the bed and, as he walked around to the 
bottom, he noticed her one foot sticking out from 
underneath the blanket.  She still had her work pants 
and socks on underneath all those blankets.  He pulled 
back the cover further to reveal a belt and a white 
blouse still partially tucked in.  

Mulder sighed heavily and placed his hands on his 
hips.  He wanted to get her out of those clothes so 
she would be more comfortable but, he didn't want to 
wake her from the precious few hours of slumber she 
had.  A deep snore came from her nose and helped 
Mulder make his decision.  She wouldn't wake up.

He walked over to her curled up body and removed her 
socks without incident.  Her little toes just curled 
in on themselves and she continued to sleep.  He then 
reached for the belt, carefully undoing it and sliding 
it out of the pant loops before it dropped to the 
floor at his feet.  He undid the button on her pants 
and pulled down the zipper, which surprisingly made 
very little noise.  She shifted slightly onto her back 
and made his work much easier in that moment.  

With the grace that can only be gained through a great 
deal of practice, Mulder eased the dress pants and 
nylons over her hips and down her legs in one fluid 
motion.  He placed the items carefully over a chair 
they had in the corner of their room, and when he 
walked back he couldn't help but snicker.  

Scully was lying on the bed, dressed quite primly from 
the waist up, but from the waist down she was wearing a 
hot pink G-String he had put in her stocking this 
Christmas that said "Vixen" on it in shiny gold writing.  
He couldn't help but think about the differences between 
the public and the private Scully.  Differences that, when 
they first started their relationship many years ago while 
working for the FBI, had shocked him a little at first.  

Mulder quickly undid her blouse and, with some shifting 
and rolling, got her out of it and her bra with little 
incident.    He glanced down at her beautiful body as he 
pulled the covers up to her chin and she shifted again, 
curling up in their bed.

"Goodnight, babe," he said softly as he kissed her 
temple. "Happy New Year."

He got a snore as a response, and smiled.

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The end.