"Saturday Morning, Silence"

The sun was shining brightly through the windows of Mulder's cabin, casting a warm glow over the room. He and Scully lay in bed, entwined in each other's arms, enjoying a rare moment of peace and quiet. It was a weekend they had both been looking forward to for weeks, a chance to escape the chaos of their work and just be together. As they lay there, Mulder couldn't help but feel grateful for this small slice of heaven. He had been pushing Scully to take a break from the X-Files, to give them both a chance to recharge and focus on their own relationship. And for once, she had agreed. Scully stirred, her eyes fluttering open as she smiled at Mulder. "Good morning," she whispered, her voice husky from sleep. "Good morning," Mulder replied, his own voice low and smooth. He ran a hand through her hair, feeling the softness of her locks as they spilled across his chest. Scully snuggled deeper into his side, her body warm and relaxed. "I'm so glad we're doing this," she said, her voice muffled against his skin. "I needed a break from the Bureau." Mulder chuckled. "Me too. I've been feeling like I'm drowning in paperwork." Scully lifted her head, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "You're not exactly the paperwork type, Mulder." He grinned. "That's why I have you." She playfully rolled her eyes. "I'm starting to think that's why I have you." As they talked, Mulder became aware of the gentle curve of Scully's body against his, the way her thigh rested between his legs, and the soft rise and fall of her chest. He felt a stirring in his chest, a sense of contentment and love that he didn't often experience. Scully seemed to sense his gaze, and she looked up at him, her eyes questioning. "What?" she asked. Mulder shook his head. "Nothing. Just enjoying the moment." Scully smiled and snuggled closer, her lips brushing against his chest. "Me too," she said. The silence between them was comfortable, and they lay there for a while, just enjoying each other's presence. Mulder's hand drifted over Scully's curves, tracing the outline of her shoulder, the gentle slope of her hip. As they lay there, the warmth of the cabin, and the comfort of each other's company, lulled them into a peaceful reverie. The world outside receded, and all that mattered was the two of them, lost in this quiet moment. But as the morning wore on, and the sun climbed higher in the sky, Mulder knew that eventually they would have to get up, and face the day. He wasn't ready for that yet, though. He wanted to savor this moment, this weekend, with Scully. And as if reading his mind, Scully shifted, her body gliding across his, her lips brushing against his ear. "Let's make pancakes," she whispered. Mulder's eyes lit up. "Let's." The thought of a lazy morning, with Scully by his side, was all the motivation he needed. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close as he whispered, "And then?" Scully's grin was all the answer he needed.