From: Ariel 'xfilesx'
Date: Thur, 24 January 2008 2:09:41 PST
Title: "Things Happen"
Author: Ariel 'xfilesx'
Rating: NC-17 (language & sexual situations)
Spoilers: Anything up to season 7.
Keywords: MSR Distributed on: Gossamer,
Ephemeral and Veronica Mars Files
Intro: This is actually part II to my
previous story 'All Things Happen' you
don't have to read the other story to
understand this one. It's a stand alone
story, completely self contained. Although
it might help if you read the other one
first, for the back story on what's
heated up between these characters.
Summary: Mulder & Scully are faced with a
very disturbing case along with trying to
deal with the aftermath of one steamy
night.
Disclaimer: The characters and situations
of the television program "The X Files"
are the creations and property of Chris
Carter, Fox Broadcasting, and Ten-Thirteen
Productions. No copyright infringement is
intended.
My Beta: Thank you Kiana for proofing this
and putting up with my constant nagging
and extremely bad grammar. I know
grammatical errors still exist in this
story but at least we tried =]]
Note: Please don't repost this story
without author's permission.
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Mulder was sitting at his desk, in his
office as usual. His sleeves rolled up;
engrossed in something far more alluding
than any X-Files he had ever encountered
or investigated. Thought. That's right,
thought. Something he realized he hadn't
done in a while. Done in a while? He knew
where this was going.
Scully and I had sex. Yeah, I know, you
should be glad. You finally got laid. But
it was more than just a lay. This is
Scully I'm talking about here. She's a
beautiful, intelligent woman I've come to
know. Anything done with her is more than
'just' cause. It wasn't just sex with her,
we made love. Something I couldn't have
imagined, something I *never* imagined
myself saying or even suggesting. This
would probably work better if it was a
team effort but I haven't seen much of
Scully since that night in my apartment. I
think it's safe to say, she's trying to
avoid me. That was clearly notable when I
woke up to find myself alone. If she would
just talk to me, I might have a better
idea of how to go about all this. Maybe
she regrets the whole thing. No, no, I
doubt it. Even I can't force it out of my
own head. She couldn't possibly regret any
of that, could she?
**
Scully was in her car on her way to work.
Work? Psh. Did she really wanna work? She
hadn't seen Mulder since that night, and
she wasn't sure if she could face him.
Face all the 'what if' possibilities. She
initiated the moment, the sex, but it's
not like he stopped her. She was afraid,
afraid that 'that' yes *that* would put a
damper on their relationship and she
didn't want that. In the past, she ruined
a lot of male relationships with sex. And
she didn't wanna ruin this one and lose
him. He meant everything to her.
Mulder and I had sex, yes. It was the day
my life changed forever. Not just because
of the sex, we made a connection, both
physical and spiritual. It was more than
sex. More than.
Sure, I love him-- Oh god, did I just?
Love? I guess I do love him as more than
my friend but he might not feel the same
way. What guy turns down sex when it's
tossed his way, right?
Now I have to face him. Not knowing what
he's thinking is quite scary. Sure, he's
easily predictable at times but not now,
not after... well after. It might be hard
to try and jump back into our usual way
knowing this enormous elephant is in the
room, sticking out like a sore thumb. It
definitely wouldn't go with the decor of
the office, she joked mentally. Okay now
isn't the time for jokes she thought,
getting out of her now parked car to walk
the plank. Walk it right into that office.
She walked in, then downstairs, to the
pushed up but not closed door, pushing it
forward to discover him at 'work'. Mulder
was on the phone and by the time she
walked in, he was saying his goodbyes and
hung up. They acknowledged each other, the
two of them not saying a word. She stood
in the doorway for a moment and then she
took a few steps inside.
Well now this just feels all wrong, we're
partners she thought. This is--was normal.
Mulder kept his eyes on her as did she for
a few moments before shifting her gaze to
the floor, the walls, anything and
everything that wasn't occupied by Mulder.
Damn, this is gonna be a long day. For
what felt like hours was just a few short
minutes. She finally built up the nerve to
speak.
"Who was that on the phone?" She asked,
taking a seat in the chair opposite
Mulder.
**
Shit, is she speaking to me now? What do I
say? What am I supposed to say to her?
She's acting as if none of what happened a
few days ago really matter or happened at
all is a matter of fact. That night we had
sex--- made love, whatever, just so
happened to be on a Friday. Two days, two
whole days, 48 hours, I haven't seen or
heard from her. I realize I am totally
unprepared for this. Wait, what is this?
She asked you a simple question. Answer
her now!
"Umm, just... Skinner, he asked if we
could assist him on a case he's working
on. The mysterious death of a witness that
was supposed to testify against the
company he worked for today." He finally
said. Scully nodded. Good, a case. I can
handle a case, she thought. Silence filled
the room.
"So how was your weekend?" She asked,
dying to make conversation at that point.
"Fine." He said, knowing damn well it
wasn't and she knew this. Why do you
insist on torturing me woman? They both
nodded, somewhat completive with their
responses.
"How was yours?" He asked knowing her
weekend was probably just as miserable as
his had been.
"It was fine. I did a little reading, the
usual." She answered casually knowing she
felt the exact opposite of causal,
miserable was the word. She read, Of Mice
& Men by John Steinbeck, although it was a
very good book, she realized then she
should have read the guide book on 'How to
deal with your partner after a Friday
night, excuse me, early Saturday morning
of great sex.'
It's completely normal to have sex. She
just wished she didn't feel the way she
did. And that was sad, although, she
didn't let this show, she assumed he'd
recognize it straight away, just as he had
always done but he didn't seem to notice.
He had to have been wrapped in his own
thoughts as well.
"Let's get to this case shall we?" She
said determined as she rose from the
chair.
Case? What case? I was too busy noticing
how depressed you looked. He thought. He
nodded his agreement.
"Yes. Let's." He added, rising, walking
across the threshold toward the coat rack
to put on his suit jacket.
She looked at him, as if a deep feeling
had fallen upon her. She caught his eyes
and they locked for a few short moments
before she decided to focus on something
else. The floor, just as she had done that
Friday night. Old habits don't die hard.
Forget what they told you about that. She
walked passed him, out of the office and
down the hall, no longer visible to him.
He walked out as well and closed the door,
taking in those few moments before. God,
how can I go on like this? He thought,
resting his head against the cool door.
**
Oh Mulder, what I would give to feel you
close again. Don't you know I'm not sad
because of the act, I'm sad because... my
ability, the lack of ability I have to be
able to explain to you or to describe
exactly how I feel but I can't. I sense
that you're just as tense as I am; I just
wish we could be tense together and not
alone.
She paced the hallway and put her hands on
her face, rubbing at her fear, which she
felt, laid on the surface. She realized he
had been taking an awfully long time so
she walked back to see him resting his
head on the door. What have I done to this
man? What have I done to myself?
"Mulder?" She called from a distance in
her "come on, let's go" tone. He
immediately recognized the discomfort in
her voice and stood upright and started
walking toward her.
"I'm coming..." He said in a sad tone. She
turned the corner again, before he could
reach her. He followed her, a few steps
behind. Oh yeah, this was definitely going
to be a long day, he mused.
**
Mulder and Scully got out of the car and
started toward their destination, the
victim's home where Skinner called Mulder
from.
Inside, they met with Skinner. Mulder
knows he's talking but not exactly
listening. He really hoped Scully was at
least. He wasn't in much of a mood for a
case. Skinner's mouth was definitely
moving. All he caught were the phases,
'wife, high-profile, Scobie?'
Scully and I share a few glances and
comments. Were those even related to this
case? Oh who cares? I heard Scully mumble
something like "I'll get right on it"
Great, now I'm left to fin for myself or
rather I have to *really* listen to
Skinner. Get your mind out of the gutter
Agent Mulder, you can do this. Focus, you
can do that, right? It's as easy as the
amazing sex you had with Scully. Fuck, can
I not think about that for just one
millisecond? You *are* capable of that,
you know.
I decide the best thing to do is to tag
along with Skinner; maybe I can get my
mind out of the gutter if I do something
more productive. I make the suggestion; he
said yes or okay, something. I was a lost
cause at that point.
Skinner and I headed to the Morley Tobacco
Headquarters. Not only am I angry with
myself for reasons I have yet to explain,
some information desk clerk guy gives us
the third degree despite our badges. What
an asshole, Mulder thought. We finally got
to talk to one of the victim's associates.
They were being very uncooperative; not a
good thing to do right now; since I can't
stop thinking about... well you already
know. I use this time wisely, taking some
of my frustration out on his lawyers. I
pull some evidence out from my breast
pocket. Scully's breasts. Oh god. I toss
it across the table and then I'm asked
something like:
"May I ask where you're going with this,
Agent?" The uncooperative associate asked.
I say sarcastically, with a hint of
uneasiness, detected in my voice but
obviously not visible to others, thank
god.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I can't. Answering that
question would violate FBI confidentiality
due to the sensitive nature of our
investigation." Wow, harsh. Great sex will
do that to a man.
**
Later that night
I'm all 'cased' out. I decide to get some
sleep while trying my damnest not to think
about Scully in that way, open, emotional,
gloriously naked before me, beautiful at
that. I can't think of her in any sexual
way, no. That is the problem. She's my
partner, my FBI partner. This is wrong, so
wrong. He thought as he fell backwards on
the bed in his motel room. He was tired
and his mind was racing. Sleep should help
clear my mind. Ah yes, sleep.
**
In Scully's motel room
She was getting ready for bed. A bed she
wished she wouldn't have to lie in alone.
God Mulder seemed out of it today, even
more so than usual, she mused. I've got to
talk to him sometime. *We* have to talk
sometime. We can't keep doing this to
ourselves, to us. Wait, was there even an
*us*? Yes, partnership, friendship,
trust... love?
She thought sleep might help her. It had
in the past. It should now. She turned in
her tracks, not realizing she had been
pacing the room, just as she had done in
the basement hallway earlier. I'm
stressed. She told herself. It's just
stress. You'll be fine. She turned out all
the lights and hopped into bed. Slipping
under the warm sheets, she closed her eyes
and thought back to that night. It had
been wonderfully exhilarating. Not for
just for my body, but for my spirit, my
heart, my soul and his. She blamed herself
for Mulder being so out of it. She
initiated the moment and acted on it. If
only she could take his stress and pain
away without giving too much of herself
away. She was scared. She knew he had to
be scared too.
That one moment, in that hospital changed
her. She met with her old medical teacher
and ex, Dr. Daniel Waterston, by accident.
If you call getting his medical records
instead of the ones I ordered an accident,
okay. With Daniel, telling her how he felt
about her, she, taking all this in and
finally, truly realizing that that girl
she left years ago actually stayed back
there. She hadn't realized how much she
had progressed and changed over the years
on the X-Files with Mulder, into the
person she was now. She thought she was
that same lost girl only to realize she
wasn't lost at all. Slightly confused but
not lost. She took a deep breath, sucking
back her emotions. True realization hit
her like a ton of bricks. She hoped Mulder
would be out of his daze by tomorrow. For
now, she'll sleep off today's worries,
because there was always tomorrow.
**
Mulder awoke, feeling better than he did
before, still sad but not as moody as
before. No time to have a decent thought
as his phone rang.
"Mulder." He said in a not so upbeat way
since he was still tired.
"Mulder, it's me." Ah, yes. The famous
'it's me'
"Yeah?" He said, his spirits and
expectations lifting a little bit higher
and higher until...
"We've got another body." Scully said.
Damn and I thought we were onto something.
Better luck next time.
"Okay, I'll meet you outside in a few
minutes." Mulder said. She hung up after
that. He half expected that. It had been
something he had been doing without
thought. He knew she'd be outside so he
decided not to pout about it and got up
and got ready. A body awaits. Not like
it's going anywhere.
**
They arrived on scene
"Guests check in, but they don't check
out." Complete turn around, congrats
Mulder.
"Well, judging from the condition of the
body, I'd say that he died in the same
manner as the other victim." Scully said
in her 'sexy autopsy news' tone she seemed
to reserve only for Mulder.
Oh, I almost forgot about you Skinner.
Mulder thought as Skinner tossed in his
theories.
"Well, then what killed them?" Skinner
asked, growing slightly impatient with
Mulder.
He held up an evidence bag to show them
what he had. A beetle.
"These." Mulder said confidently.
"It's a long shot, Mulder, but it could be
some form of contagious agent, like an
insect-borne bacterium which would mean
that there might be other victims in this
building." Ah, Scully, ever the scientific
one aren't we?
**
Few hours later
Scully was stuck doing yet another autopsy
with Skinner, right along side her. Mulder
walked in, having expected her to be
depressed that she was stuck doing another
autopsy but she seemed energetic, excited.
"Hey, Mulder. Where have you been?" Scully
said casually. There's something about her
that got him every time. He had to admit,
he was a sucker for red heads, no, no,
that's not right, he was a sucker for
*this* red head.
"Talking to lawyers over at Justice.
Trying to get a look at Morley's files."
He said tiredly. Running around all day is
quite exhausting after a while.
"Well come, take a look at this." Glancing
at the body doesn't help. He swallowed
back a cough and went over to sit in a
chair. Scully expected him to be a little
more excited, thrilled even. He did look
sick. Maybe this case was getting to him
she thought, maybe it's us.
Scully tried to explain the condition of
the body to Skinner but stopped when
Mulder started coughing. She started back
up, but stopped again as his coughs became
deeper and more violent. It's gotta be a
cold. That's it. He put his hand over his
mouth and coughed, looking at his hand in
shock. She turned her attention at only
him.
"Mulder?" She said, a bit concerned, as
she walked over to where he was. Taking
his hand and flipping it over to see that
there was blood in his palm. He had just
coughed up blood. Oh god.
**
Mulder protested. Scully wouldn't hear of
it. She took him to the hospital and the
next thing you know, he was out cold, due
to an injection he half expected to
receive. Doctor knows best, Scully
thought. Soon, he was on the ER table with
a suction straw down his throat, inserted
directly into his lungs to clear him.
Scully was destroyed. Scully couldn't
stand to see Mulder in this state. She
stared at his unconscious body blankly, on
the verge of tears as a familiar face
walked by. She sighed sadly and stepped
out of the OR. Scully explained to Skinner
how Mulder got in that state. He had
unfortunately inhaled the smoke while
interviewing a tenant in the building
where the second body showed up. Poor
Mulder.
**
Mulder's hospital room, he's asleep.
Scully entered and took his hand in hers
gently, and rubbed his fingers. He woke
up, smiling at her, weakly. He looked at
her holding his hand.
"Mmm. It must be bad." He said; his voice,
raspy and hoarse. Scully gave him a small
smile and continued holding his hand. She
didn't realize how much she cared for this
man until she thought she was going to
lose him forever.
"How do you feel?" She asked.
"Like a dust buster attacked me." He
answered. Mulder began gasping and
breathing erratically.
"Mulder..." It finally hit Scully. He
can't breathe, oh god. Mulder was wheezing
and the monitors began beeping. Scully
looked at the readouts that were flashing
before her eyes.
"Doctor!" Scully yelled, completely
helpless, despite her medical training.
Scully was trying to lay Mulder all the
way down to prepare him for the crash cart
that was wheeled in by one of the nurses
moments ago. An O2 placed a mask over
Mulder's mouth, as Scully tried to still
him with her hands, but nothing was
working, he was still in pain, still
gasping.
**
A few hours later, Mulder was stabilized,
asleep once again. Scully stood outside,
looking at him through a glass panel, on
the verge of tears. A streak of sadness
rushed through her entire body. She
couldn't stand watching him go through
this. It hurt her to have to watch this
and not be able to do anything about it.
They had no idea how to treat him. The
only lead they had, had disappeared
somewhere. Skinner was trying to figure
that one out. She was counting on him for
this. To save Mulder, she needed more than
a cure, she needed faith. She was deep in
thought when she was approached by his
doctor.
"Dr. Scully? We've got him stabilized on
ECMO for the moment but we're not going to
be able to maintain him on it for long. Of
course, you can see why."
The doctor handed her x-rays of Mulder's
lungs. She pulled a sheet out and held it
up to the light. There were lots more
larvae in his body than before. She put
that sheet back and got another one,
showing similar results. She angrily
stuffed them back inside the folder.
"There's more now than there were six
hours ago." She said in a slightly
exasperated tone.
"They're beginning to block the flow of
blood. Our best bet is to go back in
there. I think this time; we have to crack
the chest." The doctor said.
"No. No, I... he's too weak for thoracic
surgery. He-- he'd die on the table."
Scully said pointedly.
"I'd say for the time being, we just
wait." She said, her voice beginning to
crack. She couldn't take what this doctor
was saying to her to heart. It hurt her
badly. She couldn't take it. She couldn't
risk losing him. Not like this.
"That'll definitely kill him. Sooner or
later." The last words the doctor spoke
before leaving her with a decision to
make.
**
Skinner came rushing into the hospital to
tell her the news. He had shot the tenant
that caused Mulder's downfall. Scully saw
something that got her attention,
cigarettes, on the man that Skinner had
shot. Nicotine? That's it.
"Get me 30 milligrams of methyl
pyrrolidinyl pyridine." Scully yelled over
the hospital.
"Nicotine?" The doctor retorted,
surprised.
"I think it could save Mulder's life." She
said, sounding hopeful.
**
And it did. The smoke that had gotten into
his system the first time around actually
ended up saving his life, if Scully hadn't
realized earlier that day, he would have
been dead. He was lucky to have her by his
side. He trusted her with his secrets
which she kept, only her, knowing the
error of his ways.
Two weeks later, his first day back at
work since the smoke incident, he had been
typing his report for Assistant Director
Skinner, when Scully walked in. They
talked about his fast recovery, his voice
still a little hoarse from the tubes being
down his esophagus. And then he showed her
something that blew her away. A pack of
cigarettes he suggested he should smoke.
She convinced him to toss the pack in the
trash and he did. Her last words to him
were:
"Good. Well, Skinner's waiting for us in
his office." She said with a smirk that
told him she was completely satisfied that
he tossed the smokes out.
"I'll be right up." He said slightly
happy, yet slightly sad. That's one thing
Scully doesn't know about me. I used to
smoke.
She exited as Mulder watched her leave. He
looked down at the pack sitting there in
the trash. He wanted to grab them and
smoke them badly but he promised her, he
promised himself.
**
A month later, another late night in the
office
A whole month had passed. Mulder was in
excellent health, as was Scully, a prefect
combination, although that elephant did
seem to get very comfortable lurking in
the shadows like that. As if I didn't see
you two months ago. Two whole months had
passed. Not one but two whole months since
their sexual encounter. He didn't want to
pressure her and bring it up. If she
wanted to talk about it, she'd talk
willingly. He figured it was all the
'excitement' they'd been getting into the
last few months that have kept her really
content. She was still the same o' Scully
but more reserved. Which wasn't a bad
thing, it's understandable. I understand.
I just wish I knew how to tell her I did.
I wanna know if she knows I know. Does
that make any sense? He heard footsteps
striding toward his office. It couldn't be
anyone other than...
"Scully?" He said, a little surprised that
she was back. He thought she had gone home
for the day.
"Yeah Mulder?" She said, looking around
the office.
"What are you doing?" He asked as she
lifted up just about everything she could
lift in that office. She was on a roll.
"Looking..." She answered, now under the
desk. Mulder chuckled a bit to himself,
despite the situation.
"For?" He asked playfully. He really
wanted to know what she was looking for.
She got up from the floor and put her
hands on her hips and looked around some
more before, yes finally looking at
Mulder.
"My house keys, I thought they were on
that Apollo keychain you gave me but I
don't see it. There's no use in going home
if I can't get in my apartment." She
sighed, plopping down in the chair in
front of Mulder's desk.
It was Friday night. She was ready to hit
the road and possibly the hay. She looked
tired. He looked at her sympathetically
then he sighed, rising from his seat yet
again to cross the threshold in the
office. He went to the coat rack, digging
into his pockets; he produced his own
house keys, pulling off the key labeled
'Scully' and handing it to her. She looked
up at him as he crossed back to his desk
and sat back down. Mulder was tired too.
He just didn't feel like going home.
Nothing was there for him.
"I can't- Mulder, I can't." Scully started
to say as she looked from her palm where
the key rested into his eyes from across
the desk. You can't what? Mulder looked
back at her utterly confused by her
reaction.
"Scully, it's just a key. *Your* key. I
don't understand..." He uttered, unsure of
what to say to her. She frowned and stood
up, grabbing her briefcase, which she
hadn't realized she left.
"Good night, Mulder. Thank you." She said,
a little uneasy nevertheless. Mulder
nodded as did she. She turned around, not
quite moving from her place, she finally
did. She knew Mulder sensed her hesitation
about leaving now but was glad when he
didn't say anything about it.
**
On her way home she realized that
everything before had been fine, before he
had handed her the key anyway. She had
completely forgotten about the key. Of
course, how can you forget about something
you gave someone? Well I did. She didn't
know what she was more upset by, his
kindness, or herself. She had no idea why
she was so upset in the first place. It
dawned on her. Her self-conscious mind was
trying to do what her conscious mind
wouldn't. Pursue. Now parked on her well
lit street, ignition crackling and
resting, she laid her head atop of the
steering wheel. What's wrong with me? She
thought. I have to put an end to this--
this wondering. I have to shake this
feeling.
She was scared, afraid, of love. How, why?
She thought. Most women would be overjoyed
but not her, not Scully. She felt a wave
of sadness flow through her. She realized
she wasn't afraid of love itself, but the
loss of love, a love, her love. She had to
go back. She couldn't live another day
like this. It's Friday after all. She
restarted the car and pulled forward and
out.
Destination: Mulder's place.
**
Mulder had gotten home about an hour ago.
He didn't even bother doing any of the
stuff he'd normally do when he got home
from work. He collapsed on the couch, dead
weight, and was soon fast asleep.
Something else he didn't think he was
capable of all those restless nights he
spent alone.
He thought about Scully before he fell
asleep. She seemed upset, when earlier she
seemed fine, happy even. He hoped she was
okay. She seemed extremely depressed. Even
more so when she stopped in her tracks at
the door before leaving tonight.
What he would have given to feel her again
just as he had, for what seemed like ages,
was their bodies first meeting. He knew he
was in love with her. There was no
question about that. He loved her even
before then. He just never realized how
much before the act. Her distances gave it
all away. They were close. The closest
relationship he had ever had with a woman
that wasn't sexual. She was his best
friend and was always there no matter what
but now. She's out of it. She didn't seem
like herself. He couldn't remember a time
she felt so out of reach. All thought
eluded him as he slept.
**
Scully arrived at his apartment, making
her way down the hallway to his door. She
had a key, why not use it? No. I should
knock. She placed a few soft knocks on the
outside of the door with her palm facing
her, using the knuckle of her index
finger. No answer. I know he's here, she
thought. I saw his car outside, she
thought some more, pulling her keys
labeled 'Mulder' out of her pocket. She
found them a while after she left the
office. She had her head down searching
her ring for the correct key to place in
the lock.
She put the key in the lock and proceeded
to turned it counter clockwise. The lock
creaked loudly as if it hadn't been opened
in years. She slowed and pushed inside. It
was completely dark inside; just as it had
been that night she awoke from her dream.
Even more so it seemed. She took her key
out of the lock after a few false tugs and
then closed the door, locking it.
"Mulder?" She called, in a very low tone.
She looked around before making it into
his living room. She realized she didn't
have to call out any longer. He was here,
asleep. She smiled to herself, making her
way to the couch. She put her keys in her
pocket, kneeling on the floor beside him.
She softly called his name again and
touched his thigh to let him know she was
here, careful not to alarm him. She
succeeded. He woke up.
"Hey." She said, smiling, tenderly at him.
The only light in the room was of that,
offered by the street.
"Hey. What are you doing here?" He asked,
warily, in the same soft tone she had
used. He sat up on the couch as Scully
stayed seated on the floor. He rubbed his
eyes, trying to get them to adjust to the
half lit room. He reached over to turn the
light on when a voice and a hand stopped
him.
"Don't." She said.
Okay so no lights, that's okay. The
question here is; he thought; what are you
doing here, Scully?
"I wanted to talk to you. I couldn't let
it wait 'til Monday." She said; her voice
shaky but quite clear. She wanted to talk,
that's good because I wanted to talk to
you too, Mulder thought. He nodded for her
to continue, his arms now resting on his
knees.
**
You came over here to talk to him, no, you
came over to talk *with* him. She didn't
want this to be a one-way conversation.
She really needed to know what he was
feeling. She wanted to tell him how she
was feeling.
"I-we... Mulder." She said pointedly after
a few failed attempts at trying to get
what she was feeling into text, words he
could understand. She took a deep breath
and started again.
"I-- I can't stop thinking about that
night." She finally said. No need to
specify, he knew what night she was
talking about. That elephant had gotten
quite large and sort of never left; it had
just gotten pushed aside until one of them
was able to talk to the other. Make a
suggestion as to how to get it out of the
room or decrease it in size. For this one
line, she paused for a long time, thinking
about what she had just said and the night
in question.
She tried to start again but couldn't find
the power of speech. He placed his hand on
her shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze.
She simpered at his words. At least he was
being supportive; something he had just
barely began to tap into. Not that he
hadn't been before. It was comforting to
know he was able to be both, supportive
yet understanding.
"I know. I can't either." He simply said.
Well at least I know it's been bothering
him just as much.
"Finally." Scully said with her voice
rising, almost playful. He removed his
hand from her shoulder.
"What?" He said, slightly amused.
"You're finally able to admit it." She
said, smiling widely up at him from her
seat on the floor.
"I was always able to admit it. I was just
waiting for you." He commented. His
comment was rewarded by her hand, whacking
at his knee with determination. Those
little gestures were all the reassurance
he needed. She was on her way-- *they*
were on their way to understanding.
"God, Mulder, what's wrong with us?" She
said, thinking out loud. It wasn't what
was wrong with them but with her. She
initiated the moment and then avoided him
completely, why? She couldn't answer that
question for herself; she was hoping he'd
have something insightful to say about
that. He nodded for her to continue.
"I was so sure of myself, Mulder, then
confused... scared and I know you felt it
too." She said, wow, she thought, that's a
step into the right direction.
"I was scared, yes, but only at the
thought of you avoiding it--- *us*
completely." She noticed that he placed
emphasizes on the word 'us' He really
wanted their relationship to work. She
wanted it to work. They stayed in a
comfortable silence for a few minutes
until...
"Scully?" Mulder said, forcing her to look
up at him.
"I know you don't believe me when I say
that I don't take back anything that
happened that night. Not even now...
never."
The last words he uttered as he grasped
her hand, which rested on the seat of the
couch next to him, in his. He kissed her
hand. Scully tried her best to repress a
blush which was bright pink on her pale
skin. Scully took her free hand and placed
it atop his on her hand. She started to
caress his hands. It was all the
reassurance she needed in the world. She
suddenly realized that this is what led to
the moment before.
Their eyes locked in the most intimate of
gazes. They smiled at each other as a
mixture of emotions fluttered out in the
open, visible to both each other and the
naked eye. He moved his hands up to
capture her face. This time, they both
inched forward little by little toward
each other until their lips met. The
sweetest kiss; deepened into passion,
love, their hands flying up to grasp onto
the other, for comfort, for reassurance
that this was actually happening. They
knew exactly where this was heading and
they didn't care. For once, Scully knew
for sure she wanted this. There was no
doubt in her mind this time. No doubts
what so ever. Mulder slid off the couch to
be level with her on the floor, both on
their knees.
Scully was touching him all over. Not at
all frightened or hesitant like she had
been the very first time they had been
together. Mulder found her waist and
pulled her closer into his space,
desperate to fill the gaping space between
them. Her hands were on his back, inching
further up to his head, running her
fingers through his hair. Mulder was
working his way away from her lips to her
neck, she arched toward him, wanting,
needing this attention even more. He found
the coat she was wearing somewhat
distracting so he ran his hands from her
wrists to her shoulders, lifting the coat
and sliding it away from her body. It fell
to the floor with a small thump caused by
the keys in her pocket. His lips found
hers once again, in now a gentle
exploration, taking his time. Her hands
needed to be filled; she tugged at every
inch of him she could reach. Mulder sensed
her desperation and ran his hands over her
round, full bottom. She gasped into their
kiss, as they fell back on the floor in
anticipation.
**
Scully & Mulder, both, too weak to move
their act into the bedroom were enjoying
this. They were slowly removing each
other's clothing, still in the process of
exploring those pleasure points they
unfortunately missed the first time
around. Scully was gasping and moaning
underneath him, seemed to be enjoying
this. She didn't stop him either; instead,
she encouraged him, her body yearning for
attention from his talented mouth.
**
A while later they were in his bed once
again, completely naked, absorbed in the
presents and the feelings of each other.
She was atop of him, pressing her lower
body against his, moving in a circular
motion, her thighs on either side of him.
With his hands, running down her body, any
place he could reach, riding the waves out
with her. Their eyes were closed, relying
only on the sense of touch. He flipped
them over so that she was lying underneath
him again. He kissed her mouth as he began
to move within her in longer, deeper
strokes. She moaned loudly, gasping in the
throes of ecstasy.
"Ohhhhhhh!" She cried out, clutching at
his back, his shoulders, leaving tiny nail
marks along the way.
A few more thrusts and they both came,
about a second behind each other. They
were both panting, breathing erratically,
kissing each other's lips once more. Their
bodies grew lack, sweaty from moments
before. They simply held each other.
**
A few hours later
They were both still in bed, gloriously
naked as before. Scully was further up in
the bed, the simple sheet covering only
the lower half of her body. While Mulder
was further down, his arms wrapped around
her waist as his face laid still against
her chest. She was still running her
fingers through his hair, soothing him,
both had their eyes closed.
"Scully?" Mulder said, drowsily.
"Mmm?" She answered back, her hands
slowing in their progress.
"Stay." He said, although very drowsy, but
with dare I say conviction?
"Are you sure?" She asked sweetly. He
didn't answer back, just tightened his
hold around her. That was the only answer
she needed. She leaned down and kissed his
forehead, lingering there, her lips
pressed softly against his flesh. She knew
they would sleep now, maybe not right away
but soon. She was in love with this man.
He made her feel loved, safe, secure. She
knew he'd feel the exact same way if she
just stayed.
The End
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