Disclaimer:  Fox Mulder, Dana Scully, the X-Files, and associated
characters are property of David Duchovny, Gillian Anderson, Chris Carter,
Ten-Thirteen Productions and Fox Broadcasting Corporation.  They are used
without permission but no copyright infringement is meant.  I just wanted 
to borrow the characters for a while.

The song was written by George Harrison meaning, as far as I'm concerned,
he owns it.  As do the rest of the Beatles.  I borrow only. 

Any elements not recognized as being taken from the television 
show copyright Christina Shuy.  Usually not much... if anything.

Comments and such sent to cshuy@netcom.com are much apprieciated. 

Rating:   PG with obvious MSR content.
Summary:  Scully contemplates the morning after the night before
Spoilers: "The Blessing Way" (but only a little)

The Beatles Files:  "While My Guitar Gently Weeps"
by Christina Shuy
cshuy@netcom.com

     Dana Scully woke up somewhat early.  Sunlight streamed into the
bedroom window from the outside, buffered only by the light curtains.  As
she yawned and stretched, she turned over to the person sleeping next to
her in bed.  Her breasts brushed the bare skin of his upper arm and she
draped her arm across him. 
     Mulder was still sound asleep and he slept better when he was next to
her than alone. They'd started spending their free weekends together some
time ago.  For a long time now, they shared a bed, either hers or his,
cuddles, kisses, and backrubs, but that was all.  Nothing had been done
which couldn't have been interpreted as probably a little overly 
friendly. Except, of course, for the occasional kiss-that-went-on-too-long.
     Last night, they had finally done what they had both wanted for a
very long time.  With the obvious developing love, they had finally
consumated the relationship.  It had been a long time waiting. 
     Making love with Mulder had been a wonderously loving and beautiful 
experience.  He had been gentle, finding the limits of what she liked and 
disliked even though he had long since known of most of them, and she had 
found that even with his preoccupation with adult movies, he was loving 
and considerate.  What they had done felt completely and absolutely right.
     Unbidden, a song came slipping into her mind.
   
  "I look at you all see the love there that's sleeping
   While my guitar gently weeps
   I look at the floor and I see it needs sweeping
   Still my guitar gently weeps
   I don't know why nobody told you how to unfold your love
   I don't know how someone controlled you
   They bought and sold you."

     She remembered the shock of finding those files in the cave in West 
Virginia.  Lots of files.  Lots and lots of files.  And the larger shock 
of the fact that Samantha's file had originally belonged to Mulder, and 
had a recent tissue sample.
     Rubbing at Mulder's back, she noted the light scratches across it.  
Looking at them, she noted with a laugh that *she* had taken some recent, 
ahem, tissue samples too... with her fingernails.
   
  "I look at the world and I notice it's turning
   While my guitar gently weeps
   With every mistake we must surely be learning
   Still my guitar gently weeps
   I don't know how you were diverted
   You were perverted too
   I don't know how you were inverted
   No one alerted you."

     Mulder had, more than obviously, been going without his extensive
video collection for some time.  She'd watched as he had cancelled his
subscription to Celebrity Skin and Adult Video News.  He had told her at
the time of the fact that he had been attempting to fill the empty space
in his heart with something until they'd 'found' one another. 
   
  "I look at you all see the love there that's sleeping
   While my guitar gently weeps
   Look at you all...
   Still my guitar gently weeps."
   
     "Wha... Scully?"  Mulder still didn't wake up too well most times, 
but at least his nightmares didn't happen as often.
     "Yes, Mulder?" she murmured, kissing his earlobe.
     "'Love you..." he murmured, reaching for her.
     "I love you too, Mulder." she answered, gladly returning into his 
arms where he started enthusiastically kissing her bare shoulder.
     Dana found his hands moving everywhere, and a certain body part was 
already clamouring for attention.
     "Frisky this morning aren't we." she grinned.
     "A-yup." He beamed his heart-melting smile at her and continued 
doing what he was doing.
     "So... no regrets?"
     He looked up into her eyes, a mischevious sparkle in his eyes. "I'll
show you 'no regrets'!" 
     And he did.

-the end-
PS:  nope... still no guts to write the NC-17... at least not for public 
consumption. *grin*