From: bellydancergirl7@aol.com   
      
   Title: Sorrisi   
   Author: sitarra   
   Email: bellydancergirl7@aol.com   
   Rating: PG-13   
   Distribution: all okay   
   Classification: Story, romance   
   Keywords: Mulder/Scully romance   
   Rating: PG-13   
   Spoilers: Probably   
   Summary: How could he resist spending the holiday with her mom….and   
   Bill Scully?   
   Disclaimer: I own nothing except names you do not recognize.   
   A/N: My family's big on Memorial Day (kind of. It's more of race day,   
   Indy 500). I thought I'd give another go to a holiday fic.   
   Progress: Complete   
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   7:00 AM   
      
   in anticipo   
      
   It was funny. He was thirty-nine years old, he worked for the   
   government, and he still didn't know what Memorial Day was all about.   
      
   He'd never really had anything to do with the day. His parents had   
   hardly celebrated holidays as it was. He didn't pay attention to the   
   paper that much either, unless it was weird and unusual. He herd   
   about celebrations going on but he never paid attention to them in   
   depth. All in all, the day meant nothing to him.   
      
   Which was why he couldn't explain why he was getting up at seven in   
   the morning to celebrate the day. And Scully was having none of his   
   complaints.   
      
   "But why do we have to get up so early?"   
      
   "Because we're helping mom set everything up. One woman can't   
   possibly do all that alone in that time frame."   
      
   "Okay but why do I have to go?"   
      
   Scully threw a sharp look his way. He just smiled sheepishly.   
      
   "Oh, that's why."   
      
   He waited for her to leave the room before climbing back in bed. It   
   was still too early for a Monday he had off, no matter what Scully   
   said. He sprawled across the bed, pulling the covers up to his waist.   
   The sheets were still warm; the pillows still had visible imprints.   
   He pulled her pillow under his head, finding it softer and fluffier   
   than his. He inhaled deeply. He could still smell her. He could smell   
   them. He heard the shower start in bathroom, the door cracked open   
   just a little. He could feel himself slowly drifting to sleep.   
      
   divertimenti e gioci   
      
   Scully knew Mulder well enough to know he'd crawl right back into   
   bed. Normally she wouldn't have it. Then again, normally it was a   
   weekday and they had to work. Lucky for him she was in a fairly   
   generous mood. It was, so far, a beautiful morning and it was   
   supposed to be a beautiful day. Not too hot but not too chilly with   
   only partly cloudy skies.   
      
   They were going to her mother's for the day. Her brothers and their   
   families were coming, her uncle would be there. Nothing could bring   
   her down today.   
      
   She quietly filled a small glass with water after dressing; she would   
   dry her hair later. She opened the bathroom door and eyed her target   
   sleeping on the bed.   
      
   He had flipped over onto his back, his hands clutching at the sheet.   
   He looked so peaceful.   
      
   She could fix that.   
      
   She had just raised the glass when a voice of reason stopped her.   
      
   "Don't even think about it, Scully."   
      
   She tried but couldn't stifle her laughter. She set the glass on her   
   bedside table.   
      
   "I don't know what you're talking about," she played innocently. His   
   eyes opened and focused on her. "I thought you were sleeping."   
      
   "I woke up when I heard you get out of the shower. I've gotten   
   smarter. Your threats have had an impact."   
      
   He pulled her down to lay on top of him. She didn't seem to mind one   
   bit. He untucked her light weight long sleeve shirt from her blue   
   jeans, his favorite pair of jeans on her. He slipped his hands   
   underneath, able to feel the warmth of her shower on her skin.   
      
   "I wouldn't have seriously poured water on you," she told him as if   
   it were obvious. "You're on my side of the bed."   
      
   His eyes sparkled. "Oh, I see how you are."   
      
   He made a move to tickle her but she scrambled away before he could.   
   She started to leave but he quickly pulled her back on the bed. He   
   pulled her close, wrapping his arms back around her waist, slipping   
   his hands under her shirt again.   
      
   "One of these days, Scully," he mock threatened. "I'll tickle you and   
   you won't be able to get away."   
      
   She didn't say anything, just trailed her finger across his lower   
   lip. She loved the mornings they did this, just relaxing and taking   
   their time. They were in no hurry.   
      
   "Are you really hating it that bad?" Scully asked him looking him   
   straight in the eye.   
      
   "Hating what?"   
      
   "Going today."   
      
   "I don't hate it. I'm not too eager or excited to see Bill but I   
   would love to see your mom and other members of your family I haven't   
   met yet. I really do want to go."   
      
   "Then why are you so slow this morning?" she inquired, an eyebrow   
   arching.   
      
   He pointed to the alarm clock. "Because it's so early. I don't get up   
   this early on a day off," he complained.   
      
   She pouted. "Not even for me?"   
      
   He tugged on her lower lip. He lifted his head and placed a soft kiss   
   on it, always unable to resist her.   
      
   "For you I'd do anything," he reminded her. "But it's still too   
   early."   
      
   She brought his lips back to hers. She kissed him deeply and just the   
   way he liked it. She knew he wouldn't be able to resist it.   
      
   She could feel his hands traveling higher under her shirt, applying   
   pressure as he went.   
      
   He groaned in protest when she started to pull back. "Please get up,"   
   she murmured, giving him one last kiss. "For me. We need to be on the   
   road by eight."   
      
   Scully moved to get off him but he wouldn't have it. She couldn't   
   blame him. She did start it after all.   
      
   "Mulder, we don't have time," she meekly protested as he kissed her   
   neck.   
      
   He flipped her under him, pinning her wrists to the bed. All she   
   could was smile sweetly.   
      
   "We can make time."   
      
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   10:00 AM   
      
   subdoli   
      
   Maggie Scully had a smile on her face when she welcomed her daughter   
   and her partner. It was always a delight to see them together,   
   especially since they'd moved forward in their personal relationship.   
      
   She hugged her daughter first. "I thought you said between nine and   
   nine-thirty."   
      
   Scully didn't miss a beat. "Alarm clock didn't go off," she lied,   
   casting a glance at Mulder. Maggie turned her attention to him. She   
   engulfed him in a hug, glad to feel him return it.   
      
   She was aware they were practically living together at her daughter's   
   apartment. She didn't exactly approve of it one hundred percent but   
   she was happy for them. They'd been through so many devastating and   
   painful years. She could see the love they had for each other, even   
   before they knew. She wanted to see her daughter happy and Fox Mulder   
   was it.   
      
   "What time did you tell people?" Scully asked her mom, moving into   
   the house.   
      
   "Well, I told them one but Bill and his family should be here sooner   
   than that. They're driving down from visiting Tara's family."   
      
   Scully smiled deviously at Mulder. "Then let's get started."   
      
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   12:15 PM   
      
   agro   
      
   "Today is going to be a good day," Mulder said randomly, looking up   
   at the sky.   
      
   Scully had her back to him. "In general or… conversation-wise?"   
      
   "In general. Conversation I can easily avoid." He set the last chair   
   in place and groaned in relief. "Finally. I didn't know your family   
   was so large."   
      
      
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