"I'd write to the Commander in Chief, but as far as I'm concerned, we don't have one." He crawls into bed, and it's like he's slipped into another world for a moment. Not like falling into the past - he was mostly okay with the president last time they both lived here - but some other time entirely, when he's still pushing sixty but his bed somehow smells faintly like Scully's shampoo.
It's now, is the strange thing, just a now he never thought he'd experience again. Some part of him spent years waiting for an invitation to an awkward coffee not-date, an opportunity to meet the real love of Dana Scully's life and talk about what they need to do to finally get the house in his name alone. He was certain that someday, she was going to find someone else, and they'd be strangers on the street to each other. But it never happened, and instead, it's deja-vu all over again.
She moves closer, and he rolls onto his side, wrapping an arm around her waist. He's going to wake up with her hair in his mouth, he can already feel it, but he's going to dream about holding onto her, his face buried against the nape of her neck. His voice is already going sleep-thick at the edges when he mumbles, "Scully?"
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It's now, is the strange thing, just a now he never thought he'd experience again. Some part of him spent years waiting for an invitation to an awkward coffee not-date, an opportunity to meet the real love of Dana Scully's life and talk about what they need to do to finally get the house in his name alone. He was certain that someday, she was going to find someone else, and they'd be strangers on the street to each other. But it never happened, and instead, it's deja-vu all over again.
She moves closer, and he rolls onto his side, wrapping an arm around her waist. He's going to wake up with her hair in his mouth, he can already feel it, but he's going to dream about holding onto her, his face buried against the nape of her neck. His voice is already going sleep-thick at the edges when he mumbles, "Scully?"