In the spirit of the anons of old, have a little bit of Contact High:
She recalls the deliciousness of the sun, lying flat to absorb it like a horse in a meadow; Mulder's side above her, long thigh, wide shoulder, his head black against the wordless sky. Newspaper crackling in the wind. She doesn't believe she slept, just drifted in the warmth of ultraviolet radiation, absorbing Vitamin D. She hadn't known he was looking at her.
Aw, Scully on The Mall with her black shoes off. (I was not kidding before about practically memorizing this fic.) Thank you, anon!







