From: bellydancergirl7@aol.com   
      
   Title: Amore Cieco   
   Author: sitarra   
   email: bellydancergirl7@aol.com   
   Distribution: All okay   
   Classification: S,R,H   
   Keywords: MSR   
   Rating: R   
   Spoilers: Goes throughout season 7 only but maybe a little into   
   season 8 only with a twist.   
   Summary: MSR   
   Disclaimer: I own nothing.   
   A/N: I know this has been done before but now I'm doing it.   
   Progress: WIP   
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   tutte le cose   
      
   A ray of sunlight squeezed its way through a crack in the blinds,   
   making the time of day known to the occupants of the room. Birds   
   could be heard chirping happily as they woke. The occasional car horn   
   made its way in the already annoying equation to Dana Scully.   
      
   She would have been pissed off if not for the flight she needed to   
   catch in a few hours.   
      
   She slowly opened her eyes. For a moment she forgot where she was   
   until she saw the color of the walls and felt the familiar soft   
   snores on her stomach.   
      
   She smiled a lazy smile and ran her fingers through his hair. He   
   rubbed his cheek against her stomach, his morning stubble scratching   
   her skin.   
      
   "Mulder, wake up so I can move you," she said, her voice rough. He   
   didn't seem to hear her but when she went to repeat it, he slowly   
   moved off her.   
      
   "What time is it?" he asked, his voice rough as well.   
      
   "Time to get up." She started to get up but his arm around her waist   
   stopped her. "Mulder, we have a plane to catch in a few hours."   
      
   "Kiss," was all he said. She obliged quickly, obviously forgetting   
   their almost daily morning ritual.   
      
   She moved to get up when he let her go, slipping on Mulder's shirt   
   that was lying next to the bed. "I'm going to take a shower," she   
   told him, pausing to kiss him in between words. "You go back to   
   sleep. I'll wake you when I'm done."   
      
   He only mumbled a reply and rolled over onto her spot as she made her   
   way to the bathroom.   
      
   When she came out a half hour later, he was sound asleep. She smiled   
   at the sight of his muscular bare back. There was only a sheet on the   
   bed; the feel of summer was already in DC in early May.   
      
   She sauntered across the room in just her towel and laid down next to   
   him. She rubbed lazy circles on his lower back, her head getting   
   comfortable on the smooth slope of his shoulder.   
      
   "Mulder…" she waited until she heard the grunt of his   
   response. "Ready to get up yet?"   
      
   "Five more minutes," he begged. She pressed a firm kiss to his   
   shoulder.   
      
   "You are such a child sometimes."   
      
   "But you love it."   
      
   She bit her lips to keep her agreements to herself. She ran her hand   
   through his hair one more time before getting up.   
      
   "You have until the time I leave," she threatened. His head jerked   
   up, immediately regretting it when he heard it pop loudly in protest.   
      
   "Leave? Why are you leaving?" he asked fearfully.   
      
   "I still have to pack, Mulder," she reminded, heading back to the   
   bathroom. "And you know we have to be there early."   
      
   He dropped his head down to her pillow, shutting his eyes. "Why?" he   
   whined.   
      
   She poked her head through the open door. "Because last time we   
   almost missed the plane."   
      
   "Almost," he grumbled. He could hear her in the background, the   
   rustle of clothes, the hair dryer. Every now and then noise would   
   fade out only to come rushing back. He had no idea how long that went   
   on when he felt her hand on his shoulder.   
      
   "Now it's seriously time to get up," she told him, sitting next to   
   him on the bed.   
      
   "I don't wanna," he whined, sounding like a five-year-old. "I'm   
   tired. You kept me up late."   
      
   She scoffed. "*I* kept *you* up late? I don't think so."   
      
   He shrugged his shoulders the best could. "Worth a shot." He rolled   
   over on his back, seeing her beautiful blue eyes staring back down at   
   him. His hand searched around for hers, smiling when she offered it   
   to him. He soon regretted it when she pulled him into a sitting   
   position.   
      
   "Get up," she ordered. "You don't have a lot of time now." She kissed   
   him lightly on the lips. "I'll see you soon."   
      
   He watched her retreating form leave his bedroom. "I'll pick you up   
   in an hour." She shot him a look over her shoulder. "Forty-five   
   minutes?" he guessed. Her smile was all the answer he needed.   
      
   He waited until she turned the corner before flopping back down in   
   bed. He quickly rolled over to find a comfortable spot. He shut his   
   eyes, looking forward to more sleep.   
      
   "Don't even think about it, Mulder."   
      
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   silenzio   
      
   Mulder glanced around the near empty terminal. Most were over the age   
   o twenty, but all were practically asleep in their chairs.   
      
   "I like these early morning flights, Scully. It's not as… hectic."   
      
   "I beg to differ. You're impossible to get up now." Her eyes never   
   left the crossword puzzle in her lap.   
      
   "That's because I have a soft, cuddly pillow now," he told her,   
   putting an arm around her shoulder. "It's harder to get up."   
      
   She smothered a smile.   
      
   "Smile, Scully," he grinned. "You know you want to."   
      
   "Mulder, shut up. I'm trying to finish this," she said, gesturing to   
   the crossword.   
      
   "When was the last time you did a crossword, Scully?"   
      
   "About a month ago but you distracted me so I never got to finish   
   it." He opened his mouth to say something but she quickly stopped   
   him. "Just five minutes of silence then you can bother me all you   
   want."   
      
   Amazingly enough, he stopped talking then. She figured it was so he   
   could completely distract her later.   
      
   "Seven and a half minutes," Mulder read from the digital clock above   
   the counter. "Now I can talk."   
      
   "You do know I said five minutes, not seven," Scully reminded. She   
   put the crossword on the chair next to her, every blank filled in,   
   and turned to face him. She crossed her right leg over her left,   
   wondering what he had to say.   
      
   "I know but I wanted to behave and give you ten minutes," he   
   said. "but I can't make it ten minutes so…"   
      
   He twisted his body to face her, his arm laying across her lap. His   
   left right found its way to her thigh, slipping under her skirt.   
      
   "Now I get to bother you."   
      
   "What do you want to bother me with?" she asked, her eyes on his hand.   
      
   "Anything; one of our airport talks." He started a circular pattern   
   on the fabric of her skirt. "You know Scully, you always say you hate   
   being…affectionate in public. But, in Vegas, you didn't seem to mind   
   one bit."   
      
   "I know; that's different. Nobody knows me there."   
      
   "I still don't get it."   
      
   She sighed loudly. "Mulder, sometimes…"   
      
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   promettenti   
      
   The last place he thought he'd be was in an airport to board a plane   
   to Hawaii only weeks after heart trouble. He never thought he'd be   
   going with his daughter either.   
      
   Daniel Waterston sat in the Dulles airport, sitting next to his   
   napping daughter and flipping through a broacher.   
      
   The doctor had given him the all clear the week before, causing some   
   fear but mostly anxiety in him. He still felt like a new person but   
   he also felt like something was missing. A certain redhead.   
      
   He closed the broacher and set it on his lap. He took the time to   
   look around. It had been a while since his last flight after all.   
      
   It was still dark outside but he could see a bit of the sun rising on   
      
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