Title: Morning

Author: Little Grey Girl

Rating: PG-13

Classification: MSR of course. 

Disclaimer: If they were mine, I'd be rich. 
As they're not, I have to work for a living. 

Spoilers: All clear. 

Summary: More poetic Fluff. Mulder's P of V. 

Warning: Not suitable for diabetics due to high sugar content. Sorry.

***

You must be a figment of my imagination,
for I cannot believe you are here with me.
Cannot believe it is possible
for you to love me,
lie with me
and let me love you in return. 

I must convince myself you are real,
not part of a wondrous dream.
I use my senses
my intuition
my finely honed detective skills.

I reach out and touch you,
lying in my arms.
Your skin is soft
and so, so warm.
Smooth and delicious as I brush my
lips over the back of your neck. 

I move on to your hair,
a golden band of flaming colour.
Smells so good.
Of autumn leaves and warm winter fires
and I have always been too much of a romantic. 

I whisper your name,
teasing the skin around your ear
with my breath.
Trying not to wake you,
just collecting evidence. 

I feel movement
in the deep circle of my arms.
Your stir and for a moment
I regret pulling you
from your much needed rest. 

Then you smile at me
through half-open eyes.
"G'morning" you murmur,
nestling closer in my embrace.

And I finally know the truth.

A dream cannot smell so good,
taste so good,
feel so warm and soft in my arms.

My dreams are in the past.
This is our blessed reality.

As you take me in your arms
to love me once again. 

***

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