Title: Love Letters Author: Batela Category: Skinner/Scully Rating: PG13? Disclaimer: Both owned by Chris Carter, my Posidon of the Sea. And by Fox studios, the underworld. Achive: yes, just let me know about it. Summary: Skinner and Scully write a letter to eachother after their first time together. E-mail: akashakeep@excite.com ~~~~~ Love Letters by Batela Dear Dana, I wish you could see what I see, Dana, as you sleep so peacefully curled up next to me. Your auburn hair is fanned out on the pillow, some of it mingles with the hair on my chest. It's so soft to touch, feathery on my skin, I can smell the shampoo you used last night, strawberries. Everytime I go to the market and see strawberries, I think of you. You look all of sixteen with your beautiful blue eyes closed, your face relaxed as you dream sweet dreams. I could drown in your eyes, you know. I love to watch your eyes, they change color. I haven't gotten to know all the color-codes yet, but I'm working on it. I know that when you're scared, they're hazel, when you're angry they flash ice, and after loving they're ocean blue. You sleep with your mouth open slightly. At the moment, your head is resting on my chest, your warm breath tickles my chest hair. Your hand is also resting on my chest, your tiny fingers are curled in my hair and every once in a while, your fingers twitch and you get wrapped up in another curl. You have my heart wrapped around those same fingers, you know. You feel so good, so soft and warm, with your body pressed up against my torso, you're so tiny next to me. I was afraid I was going to hurt you last night. I was afraid I was going to crush you. You were so small under me. Were you afraid? I would never hurt you. When I asked to make love to you, I could feel my heart pounding in my throat. I was so afraid you were going to say no. I think it would have broken me. I would rather be pounded to death, than to hear you say you didn't want me. Our first date was just last week. I was terrified to even ask you, so I made up a pretext, saying that since we were both working late and both hungry, why not get some food? Boy, did you see past that one. Remind me to keep you away from Mulder, I think you have been picking up profiler talents. I felt my entire head turn red when you called me out on that one. You went with me anyway, though. I can remember our first kiss. I walked you to your door. I've wanted to kiss you since the first time you walked into my office six years ago. You were scared of me for years. I didn't mean to scare you, I was just trying to fight my feelings, to hide them. Anyway, after dinner last week, our first date, I walked you to your door. My Mamma raised a gentleman, so I opened the door for you. I'm glad you didn't get all feminist on me about that, by the way, you deserve to be waited on hand and foot, my Goddess. I figgited a little, wanting to kiss you good-night. I was about to turn to leave when you held your head up at that angle that says kiss me. So I did. I wanted to snatch you up in my arms and devour you right there, but instead I just leaned down and gently brushed your lips. You touched the side of my face, I can still feel your hand there. I guess I always will. I begged you for another date. I was surprised that I could even talk after that perfect kiss. You smiled at me and said yes. You've spoiled me for anyone else, you know. I'm in love with you, Dana. I hope you love me, too. Walter. Dear Walter, The first time I saw you, sitting there behind your desk, I was so scared of you. You do growl, you know, my surly bear. At the same time, I wanted to take off your glasses so that I could look into your brown eyes. There was something about your eyes. I could see a soft light in them, making the brown melt like hot chocolate. I know that over these six years, you've done all you could to help us. When I got sick, you were just as worried as Mulder was. I was too worried about leaving the two of you guys and my family to notice. After though, when I had a chance to look over that time, I could see that you were there for me. Just you being there, I will never be able to repay you, how much that meant to me. I remember waking up one night in the hospital. I was surprised to find that you were holding my hand, instead of Mulder. You had your head pillowed on the bed, at my hip, sound asleep. I could see dried streaks on your face. It didn't really register until a few months later, after I was back to work. You had called me into your office to yell at me for some fool stunt on a case. I knew then that it was fear for me that was making you yell. Or should I say bellow? I wanted to tell you to shut up and quit dawdling, ask me out, but you were, are, my boss. OPR is going to put us through the wringer for this, you know. So I kept quiet and apologised for pulling a Mulder stunt. I think that I actually fell in love with you then. When you finally asked me out, after SIX YEARS, Walter, I tried so hard not to laugh, you were changing colors, red and white, looking like a scared teenager asking for his first date ever. I enjoyed myself that night. You pushed all the right buttons; candle light, soft music. And you looked so handsome in your jeans and forest green shirt. I could see heads turning as we walked by and they were looking at you. Stop blushing, Walter, you're a very sexy man. I waited all night for you to kiss me. Everytime you touched my hand or arm as you talked, I could feel lightning shoot through me. How Harlequin, I know, but it's true. No one has ever made me feel like that before, I never believed in those tales of shooting stars but they actually happened. "and then he kissed me.. la la", that song keeps running through my head. God, you tasted so good. Just that brush of your lips made my knees melt like butter. I wanted to pull you inside my door, but I was afraid of going too fast. I didn't want us to crash and burn. I thought you would never ask me if you could stay over. Ya, I know, I could have asked you, but I'm still a good Irish Catholic girl at heart. Remind me to go to confession this weekend. Boy is Father going to get an earful this week. Maybe I'll just mail him a copy of this letter, that should cover everything. I felt like a teenager as we made out on my couch last night. I had thought that our size difference would make it awkward, but we seemed to fit together perfectly. When you finally asked if you could stay the night and make love to me, I couldn't wait to get you naked in my bed. Did I tell you how sexy and handsome you are? You have a perfect body, Walter. Stop mumbling about the scars, I have them too. I have to be honest here, I made the assumption that ALL your muscles were huge and I was afraid you were going to hurt me. Don't take this wrong, Walter, but I was very relieved to find that the muscle I had been wanting and waiting for was just as perfect as the rest of you and not more than I could deal with. I really didn't want to have sex with a horse, if you know what I mean. You are an excellent lover, Walter. I hope I didn't disappoint you, it has been a while for me, not that I've had many lovers in the past. I think I was waiting for you. I never want to leave your arms. Plan on getting jumped quite often, babe. I love you so much. Dana