AN: Written as a birthday drabble for my Scully LiveJournal at 1breath. Enjoy!

It was just a few inches of skin.

She doubted he even noticed the momentary baring of flesh as he stretched out on his hard-as-rock hotel bed. The day had been long, a flight out early to the middle of nowhere, a case that had them both sniping at one another, and all either of them really wanted to do was sleep. But instead they found each other in his hotel room, poring over papers, looking for clues, searching for answers.

Was it any wonder he stretched out tiredly on the slightly too short mattress, the tails of his dress shirt working their way out of his slacks, riding up his slim hips, giving Scully just a glimpse of the toned muscles there. It was just a slim bit of skin, she'd seen more of Mulder in the ER on numerous occasions, but those had been life and death situations, when the last thing she thought of was the way she would love to run a finger across that particular muscle, across to his hip bone, and follow that down along its hollow to let her fingers play….

"Scully, you all right?"

Whatever her dancing imagination was planning to do next, it stopped in mild horror as Mulder blinked at her quizzically, tucking his arms behind his reclining head. That only made the gap of skin wider, and Scully found her mouth going suddenly dry.

"Nothing, just….drifting off, I guess." Yes, she was tired, that's it. That had to explain everything.

"You should get to sleep, get some rest." Mulder sounded sympathetic, completely unaware how devastating he was to her self-control at the moment. "It will be a long day tomorrow."

"It will be a long night tonight," she muttered, gathering her things to head to the safety of her room before he managed to shatter any other inhibitions she had.