Halrloprillalar   hal@prillalar.com   http://prillalar.com/

September 22, 1998

RATING: PG13.

FANDOM/SPOILERS: X-Files. No spoilers.

SUMMARY: Just a word picture of Skinner and Lucy in Pendrell's bed.

DISTRIBUTION: Archive anywhere. Email forwarding allowed.

DISCLAIMER: CC, 1013, Fox, not me.

NOTES: Written for Sergeeva, wonderful friend.

SATURDAY SUNLIGHT
by Halrloprillalar - hal@prillalar.com

Saturday morning, gift of the gods. Skinner slowly swam out of his
dreams of...so vivid...a pang...glimpse...of something fading gone,
bleached by the sunlight.

He sat, feet on the floor, sheet swirling around him. Raising his
arms in a slow, crackling, neck-rolling stretch, he yawned, sucking
oxygen. He stood, shedding the sheet-skin and leaving it where it
lay, coiling off the bed onto the floor. Saturday license.

Another stretch, as the light through the window warmed his naked
flesh. Where was Daniel? Oh, that's right, he had to go somewhere
to do something. Skinner knew he had the specifics in his mind, but
decided there was no real need to focus.

First things first, Skinner made the trip to empty his bladder.
Next...next what? Why next? The Saturday sunlight had bewitched
him. He had no will to shower, no desire to make coffee, no need to
develop and define the muscles and sinews of his strangely lazy
body.

Before he could wake up, he was back in the bedroom, back in bed.
The white sheet twined about his feet, but he did not pull it up.
The yellow sunlight covered him, caressed his chest and stomach and
thighs with morning heat. Fingers--of waves or particles? Daniel
would know--slid down his legs to his knees. A cloth of sun-silk
draped over his face and skull.

Delicious, sweet Saturday idleness filled his bones. No thoughts,
only feelings could exist in such a light. He moved languidly
against the bed, arching his back like a cat. And then the cat was
there, pressing up against him like a cat, settling down chest on
chest.

Sun enough for both. Skinner slowly stroked Lucy's fur. She slowly,
deeply purred, closing her eyes to the pleasure. He felt the rumble
before he heard it. Under that soft, friendly weight, he drifted
and floated and sank down down into the depths of light and sleep.

And so Pendrell found them, returning home an hour later. He
pounced.

Saturday joy.

F I N I S

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