From: ephemeral@ephemeralfic.org Date: 11 Feb 2002 03:15:36 -0000 Subject: A Rainy Day (NC17) by FatCat by FatCat Source: direct Reply To: FatCat926@msn.com Title: A Rainy Day Author: FatCat (rah1231@yahoo.com) Rating: NC17 (angst and smut for all) Category: MSR Alternate Universe Spoilers: Up to Millennium and then into my world. Summary: Mulder and Scully find one another during some down time. Disclaimer: Thanks to CC, FOX, 1013, GA, DD, RP and all those others who actually own the show and produce the wonderful characterizations. They own everything but the ideas squiggling around in my brain and flowing out on the Internet. Archive: Just keep my name with it and let me know where to go visit. I would be proud to share! Dana Scully was in a blue funk. The window next to her desk provided the perfect background for her mood-a thunderstorm that was making the day dark and dreary. She quickly glanced to the small brass clock by her left hand and sighed. The clock said it was 4:15 p.m., yet it looked like the middle of the night. Her right hand instinctively picked up her cell phone and hit the speed dial number for time and temperature. After two rings, a voice answered. "Mulder." "Oh, Mulder, I... I dialed the wrong number. I was trying to check the time to see if my desk clock was accurate, and I must have hit your number by accident. Sorry." "Hey, Scully! Is that the best you can come up with?" An irritated huff and a "Goodbye Mulder," was all he heard in reply. "Wait, Scully! What's up? You sound down. What's going on?" Mulder was concerned. This last case had involved the deaths of two little girls and he knew how hard it was for Scully to repress her personal responses to child abuse. "Nothing, Mulder, I'm fine. Really." "Come on, . What's going on? Oh, I bet I know what you want. You hate going out in storms - in the rain, lightening and thunder after you're home. You were calling to entice me to go out in this weather to pick up dinner and a couple of movies to share. Come on, fess up." Mulder teased. "No, really, Mulder, I'm sorry I bothered you. Bye." Dana sighed. "Okay, if you say so. But, Scully," Mulder responded. "Yeah?" Dana answered. "If you're 'fine', answer one question, Okay?" Mulder asked. "Yeah?" Dana sighed. "Scully," Mulder paused, "What are you wearing?" Scully's answer was a non-word response that sounded like something between a snort and a grunt, and could have ended on a small laugh. "Mulder, I..." she hesitated, "I guess I'm not going to dignify that with a response. Use your imagination." Dana retorted. "No, scratch that!" she laughed, "I could be on dangerous ground here. I'm just wearing my usual Saturday, cleaning-the-house-and-doing- laundry sweats." "Come on Scully, cut me some slack. You could at least say that you were wearing a teddy under your sweats." Mulder smiled. "Mulder!" Mulder could just see her eyebrow jacking up and "the Look" on her face as she inhaled deeply. What made him say that? A moment of silence passed and Mulder was getting more and more nervous. "Mulder?" Dana finally said. "Mulder?" "Yeah?" He chuckled nervously. "Mulder?" her voice challenged. "What are you wearing?" Click. Fox Mulder pulled the phone away from his ear and stared at it as the dial tone sounded for over a full minute. 'What are you wearing?' From Scully, this was trouble. Something was wrong. Mulder stood up and realized he was still looking at the humming phone. Something was definitely wrong with Scully. He decided this needed investigating. Meanwhile in Georgetown, Dana Scully was mortified. She had never in their seven year relationship as partners, ever, ever asked him such a question. " 'What are you wearing?' Oh, my gosh! What have I done?" she groaned aloud. Dana Scully normally didn't have time to dwell on the loneliness of her life. Work was all encompassing and her downtime was sporadic. However, occasionally, she would have a period of time when a case had just ended or there were no cases to keep her out of town or busy with paperwork and personal time weighed heavily on her hands. She paced her living room thinking about what had just happened. As she walked she straightened. Cleanliness and order were two habits that had saved Dana many times. Yes, an immaculately clean house was a sign that one spent a lot of time and physical labor working, and not a lot of time contemplating the loneliness, loss and lack of order in ones personal life. Ignore your private life. Cleaning, straightening, shopping. Those were the things that a woman in her thirties with a career and no social life embraced. Avoid the pain of loneliness with action and hard work. Usually these mindless activities worked. Never mind that sporadically, very rarely mind you, even shopping didn't work. It could actually be painful. Too many stores had wonderful displays of bridal gowns, maternity clothes and baby paraphernalia. Displays that reminded her of Emily, of her empty womb, of her empty arms. Now, she had done it. Because of this blue funk she was in, she had responded inappropriately to Mulder teasing remark. She stopped in the middle of her dining room. She looked all around. Everything was done. Everything was cleaned, laundered, scrubbed, sorted, filed, paid, straightened and/or arranged in her entire apartment. "I need a shower!" Dana jumped. She realized that she had just spoken out loud and the sound of her own voice had startled her. "I am in deep trouble if I can even spook myself." "Spook!" she laughed, "Spooky. Spooky Mulder. Mrs. Spooky" Whoops, where had that come from? A bath! Forget the shower, she decided. She needed a nice long soak in the tub with a chilled bottle of wine and a few scented candles. MMMMM.... that sounded great. Maybe a snack, too. Dana quickly gathered all the things she needed for her bathing orgy. The wine was chilling next to the tub in the antique silver wine bucket and stand that she had found just last month when she had gone shopping with her mom. The crystal stemware was on the tray at the end of the tub, along with a small snack for later and a book. The candles were lit. She delved into her secret stash of bath salts and oils. Which one did she want today? One by one she picked up each bottle and vial and smelled the wonderful fragrances. She usually did not use any of these exotic scents for weekdays. She liked to keep her fragrance light, subtle and professional. These rich indulgences were her secret passion. She had traveled all over the United States for the FBI and every time she had a spare moment, she would slip away to shop, finding the out-of-the way places and exclusive boutiques that specialized in fragrances. No one she worked with, not one of her casual acquaintances, not even her family knew about her passion for exotic fragrances. Bath oils, salts, perfumes, lotions, candles, potpourri, all of these things in all kinds of exotic fragrances were her secret vice. She smiled, well these and fine chocolates. At least one of her passions could be made public. Dana smiled to herself. 'I bet if anyone knew I flew to Europe on the SST last year to shop for my "passion" they would flip.' Dana thought as her hand returned to the vial shaped like Aladdin's Lamp. 'A little dramatic, "Genie in a Bottle" by... That's funny,' she thought, 'the distributor of this one is blurred and unreadable.' Shrugging, Dana dribbled the bath oil into the stream of steaming water pouring into her old-fashioned claw foot bathtub. She added the fragrance-free bubble bath before the fragrant oil. 'Just a little,' she thought, then hesitated. 'What am I saving it for? My wedding night?' she reflected as she liberally poured more of the spicy fragrance. Dana stopped as she contemplated her feelings. 'I'd better check my calendar to see if it's my cycle that's giving me all these crazy thoughts.' She shrugged and went on with her preparations. Candles, wine, bath oil, bubble stuff, lights, clothes, yep, all set. The last thing she did after she loaded her favorite CD's into the player and stepped to her bath was to place her towel and her terry bathrobe on the old-fashioned steam radiator that was the only remaining artifact in the room from the previous heating system. It still worked for some reason. She had never remembered to ask her landlord about it. She just enjoyed it. She loved to step out of the tub and after drying with a warm towel, pull on a warm and snuggly robe, especially in the winter. 'Ah, the little pleasures!' she thought with a small laugh. She turned to step into the tub and was startled by her reflection in the pier glass standing in the corner of the room. She hesitated and turned from side to side checking out her reflection. She sighed. No improvement. She was still short, still slender, still...Dana. She had reconciled to her appearance many years ago. When she had stopped growing, up and out, she had railed against the unfairness of heredity. Why had her sister Melissa received all the plus features in the family - height, long legs, generous curves, outgoing personality and she, she had inherited all the minuses. Face it; she was short, slender and basically, an introvert. She had, however, also received a hefty measure of intelligence that allowed her to hide her shyness behind a facade of self-confidence and reason. She had come to respect her capable body as she had tested it through college, medical school, The FBI Academy, Quantico, and, the hardest of all, the seven years in the field as Special Agent Dana Scully. Turning around, she looked for all the signposts of her 9 years at the Bureau. The scars that spoke of wounds, of pain--both physical and mental were all there. No change here either, she grinned. Well, at least I wasn't abducted overnight! For some reason, this made her smile, then grin, and then break out laughing. Inside joke, Scully, she thought. The bath water was still slightly hot. Not enough to stop her, though. She slipped into the water and gave a long heartfelt sigh. The intoxicating scent of the bath oil was fabulous. This was one of her newer finds, but she made up her mind that this was probably going to become her favorite. This thought brought a smile to Dana's face. "They're all my favorites" she said aloud. The music swelled to a crescendo and stopped. A new disk was starting. Dana picked up the natural sea sponge and began to slide it over her entire body. The texture of the sponge, the sweet/exotic fragrance of the oil combined with the bubbles, and the heat of the water did their job as she relaxed. All semblances of stress and concern left her body. She hadn't felt this relaxed in the past several years. If her memory served her well, this level of relaxation typically only happened after an evening with an incredibly sexy man - usually just before she drifted off to sleep in his arms. She closed her eyes and lay back and concentrated on the music. "MMMMMM...... Andrea Bocelli's Romanza" she said aloud as the strains of the music washed over her as surely as the water in the tub. "His voice is beautiful. The Italian lyrics sound so romantic and soulful." "I don't know, he could be talking about his dog being hit by a car." Mulder said from the doorway. "Or do you speak Italian?" "MULDER" Dana exclaimed. "What... Where... When... How?" she sputtered to a halt, speechless, as she slid down into the tub, praying the bubbles covered her. "Come, come, Scully. One question at a time." Mulder said as he smiled. "What am I doing here? I am seeking the truth. Where did I come from? I just left my apartment. When? Well, that's tougher. When did I leave my apartment or when did I stop for food or when did I stop at the video store. Or when did I first see you in here? How? How did I get in here?" he said as he dangled a key on a very familiar key chain. Her keys. "These were in the lock on your door. Scully, are you okay?" Mulder was concerned. He remembered only too vividly the incident with Donnie Phaster. The alarm he felt almost outweighed the sudden rush of embarrassment and then lust that had pounded through him. He had always kept his feelings hidden, but now he needed all his facilities to keep Scully from reading his heart and his thoughts. Mulder was struggling to appear calm. This was Scully, his partner! He loved her. He had kissed her last New Year's. Mulder knew she was beautiful, but he never allowed himself to admit how incredibly hot and sexy she was to him. Well, his practical side inserted, this is the first time you've ever gawked at her in her private world -her bath. Maybe that's why it's so intense. Her voice brought him back to the here and now. "Mulder, I left my keys in the door? I don't believe I could do something so stupid. Are you sure you really found them in my door lock?" Scully asked him suspiciously. "Yeah, Scully, I couldn't believe it myself. I was going to use my own key if you didn't answer, but when I walked up to the door, there they were. Rough night?" He teased. "Yes, I mean No! I mean, yes it was a rough night, but not for the reasons you have swimming in that mind of yours." Dana stormed. "I was very tired after our flight in and had my hands full with my dry cleaning and the suitcase and the groceries I had stopped to buy. I guess I didn't think to retrieve them after I got in and unpacked." "Well, I would think one of your neighbors would have topped by and let you know." Mulder said as he pulled a small stool up to the tub and sat down. "What are you doing? Don't get too comfortable Mulder, You're just about to leave." Dana fumed. "Not without answering the final unanswered question. 'When did I get here'. Well, I guess I could be a gentleman and say that I just walked straight up to the door as you spoke about the Italian singer. I could, but would that be the truth?" Mulder was obviously enjoying this situation. He reached over and picked up a towel from the shelf by the sink. "Need a towel, Dana?" "No, I DO NOT need or want a towel. I'm not done with my bath even if you did interrupt it so rudely." She growled, startled by the use of her first name. The "Look" was plastered on her face. Her face, Mulder thought. Why does her face look so different? "Scully, you don't look like yourself. Your face. Your face looks different somehow. Are you okay?" Mulder asked. Dana sighed and stirred slightly in the tub to look at her face in the mirror on the tray over the end of the tub. 'Oh my God!' She thought, 'I look like I've just had sex.' The sheen of perspiration, the heavy-lidded look to her eyes, the ruby pout of her mouth all seemed as easily attributed to arousal as to embarrassment. "It's the heat of the water and embarrassment, Mulder. I don't entertain men in my bath-especially, my partner." "Well, that should just about destroy Frohike's last hope." Mulder chuckled. He was really starting to like this situation. "Come on Scully, let's go out to the living room and eat the Chinese food I brought and watch a video." He said as he stood up and held up the towel again. "Mulder, I may be trapped in here now, but just remember, I do have a gun and I have shot you in the past. Do not go there!" Dana realized she had been staring at his body and had just about as much as she could take. The sudden silence that fell surprised both agents. They both laughed uneasily as the next CD started to play. "Okay, Scully, I give. I'll leave and let you get out of the tub in private. Just say you'll come on out and eat with me. Okay?" Mulder gave her his best puppy dog look. "Please?" Dana sighed. "Alright Mulder, just give me a few minutes and I'll join you by the TV. Why don't you take the wine bucket with you and we'll have a glass with dinner." She was surprised at the speed Mulder turned and walked out the door. "Mulder, come back here!" "As you wish, Scully!" he smirked as he walked hopefully back into the bathroom. "Mulder, shut the door on your way out this time!" "Oh, right, Scully." Mulder left again shutting the door this time. He could tell when he should retreat gracefully but couldn't resist one more furtive look at the tub, hoping to see some skin as he shut the door. "Damn!" Dana fumed. With a huge sigh and shake of her head, she started to complete her bathing ritual. Hygiene first! She laughed at herself. She always was so organized and demanded so much from herself. The highest expectations she had ever had to meet were her own. Not even the Academy could top her self-inflicted demands--only the best from Dana K. Scully. She relaxed into the cooling water for a few moments. "What made me agree to share my evening with Mulder? I'm not the best company tonight. I really do need to check the calendar." she fumed to herself. A heavy knock on the door and a plaintive "Come on, Scully" shifted her into high gear. She pulled the plug on the tub and rose using the hand held shower attachment to rinse the bubbles from her body and the tub. As she stepped over to retrieve the warm towel she could hear a number of sounds not normally found in her home. As the last of the water gurgled and drained out of the tub she could hear the sound of the music stopping and the TV starting. She pulled the towel around to her back and smiled as she heard Mulder yelling about the location of her serving spoons and then a quick "Never mind". She raised one foot then another to the low stool to dry her legs as she heard him tearing the bags from the restaurant and opening each carton to take the first bite. (As if she didn't know he loved to do that). She quickly finished up with all the little girlie things that would have surprised Mulder. Each of theses little things she did for her personal hygiene and for her female soul. Normally she lingered over each of these little rituals. She always remembered lovingly the few times she and Melissa had got to watch their Mom or their Aunt Kate powder and slather and pat their entire bodies getting ready for a big evening out with their "men". Of course, Mom was always so proper with her dressing gown, but Aunt Kate had been a little more of an exhibitionist and had no problem with her sweet nieces watching her do all the womanly things that needed to be done to get ready for her date with her "man", Uncle Charles. Dressed only in her bra and panties, she taught them each and every step of the mysterious womanly rituals in a constant flow of conversation punctuated with a bar or two of her favorite song - "Someone to Watch Over Me". Dana paused and listened to the sounds floating into the room. They were so homey. A sudden wash of loneliness poured over her heart. As she dressed then straightened the room she couldn't shake the lingering sorrow. It was nice to have noise from the other room. It was nice not to be alone on Saturday night. "I wish, I wish I really did have a big date with my "Man" like Aunt Kate. I wish I had "Someone to Watch Over Me" like she and Mom did. "I wish it was Mulder." "Sculllliiieee, come on, I'm dying of hunger out here!" Mulder whined. Dana pulled the warmed robe on and looked in the mirror to fluff her hair. So much for wishes, she smiled. 'A relationship would be nice, but you Chose a Career, remember that, Scully' she admonished herself. She was tying her sash as she entered the living room. The complete transformation of her nice tidy home shocked her. In just the time she had taken to complete her bath and dress, Mulder had managed to completely change her living room from a tidy clean room to a warm, inviting mess. Flickering candles were on the coffee table along with plates, silver, food, napkins, wine glasses and the covers from the videos he had rented. The silver wine bucket was strategically placed next to the table. Inserted into the ice right along with the bottle of very good white wine she had chosen was a bottle of beer-no, three bottles of beer. The remote control was resting in the middle of the table- Mulder's only concession to allowing her to decide the schedule of the next few hours. He had made himself comfortable. He had removed his shoes and sox. His bare feet stuck out from under the coffee table and made Scully blush for some reason. "Come on, Scully, let's get it on..." he said with a leering smirk and wiggling eyebrows. "I can't wait..." Scully's laughter spilled out and Mulder's teasing remarks ended in a warm, shared laugh. "Okay, Mulder, what did you choose?" She sat down on the floor next to Mulder and started spooning out food. "MMM... This smells great. What movies did you get?" "I got a Cosner movie 'For Love of the Game'. Have you seen it?" And so it went. Chinese food, wine, movie, more wine, another movie, and then... "I cannot believe you picked 'Fargo' as the second movie. I mean, the first one was okay, even if it is kind of a Chick Flick, but 'Fargo' was sooooo bad. I think someone needs their thumbs cut off if they liked that movie. Fess up, Mulder, you hated it too!" Dana said as she put the dishes in the sink and returned to the living room. Mulder had moved to the couch and, still holding the remote control, had slid into sleep. "Mulder, wake up!" Dana tried. "Oh, damn!" She went to the linen closet and pulled out a blanket from 'Mulder's shelf". Padding softly back to the living room she covered his lanky body and turned out the TV and the lights. "'Night, Mulder" she let her fingers thread through his hair and softly kissed his cheek. She yawned as she walked back to the bathroom. After completing her nightly rituals she glanced around and noticed that she had left her chest of oils and bath salts out. 'Oh, no, Starbuck, this will never do.' She said as she stashed the chest again. 'Genie In A Bottle, I guess your powers are all in vain. No wishes granted for me tonight,' Scully thought. Mulder was the one with the real genie. Now that he was close, she realized that she didn't feel lonely. She was, at this moment, reasonably happy. Dana walked into her bedroom and over to the window to check outside. The storm that had previously rolled into the District of Columbia was now just a slow drizzle of rain. Tomorrow looked to be a better day. She turned off the lamp by the window and turned, untying her soft terry robe. "Slower, Scully, the light's not very good in here. I want to linger over this moment." Dana turned toward the bed and could not believe her eyes. Mulder was sitting up in her bed and from what she could see he wasn't wearing clothing. The dim light from the lamp next to the bed cast a golden glow that kissed the muscles of his broad chest and shoulders. The light dusting of hair on his chest appeared darker and drew her eyes down across his abs and further down to where it disappeared like an arrow pointing toward his sex. "Funny, Mulder." she said. "How did you do that? I just tucked you in on the couch? I didn't hear you move." "Ah, yes, but here I am. Maybe." Mulder's eyes challenged her to step closer. "Perhaps I'm not here. I could still be on the couch and this is just a nice dream. Want to find out?" "Possibly." Scully surprised them both by replying as she slowly untied her sash. She turned in modesty and started to remove her robe. 'Well, this will scare him back out to the couch.' she thought. "Why the modesty, Scully?" he asked. She could feel his breath on her neck and in her hair. She swung her head around quickly and saw him standing directly behind her. Close enough to touch, close enough to feel the heat radiating from his body-his boxer shorts-clad body. My God! He was huge. She felt a shiver of anticipation snake down her spine even as she spoke. "I...I'm just not sure this is a good idea Mulder. After all, I don't think either one of us wants to loose the relationship we have. I mean..." "Scully, what is that incredible scent you're wearing? I've never noticed this at work. You smell positively...exotic!" Mulder closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. 'I wouldn't last a day with her in the office if she worn this perfume to work. What would I have done on that first case in Bellefluer?' he thought. He pressed his body up against her back. Mulder placed his hands on her shoulders and allowed them to slide down her arms until he could intertwine their fingers. "Scully, I don't want to loose our friendship either. I know neither one of us has really thought this through, but I do know this. What we have, our professional relationship, our friendship, our... our connection is something that has kept me going at times that I don't think I could have survived otherwise. I know you are my touchstone. I need you more than I need air or food or the X Files. I have almost lost you so many times in the last seven years it makes me sick to remember. I've led you into danger, ignored your warnings, allowed you to close me out, agonized about you with other men, and exposed you to death and illness so many times that I CAN NOT and WILL NOT let this opportunity pass." His words and breath washed over her sensitive neck and back. He lowered his lips to kiss the juncture of her neck and shoulder. She shivered and turned to face him, clutching her robe back together. Mulder used one finger to lift her chin so that he could look into her eyes. "I told you I love you once and you thought it was the drugs. I'm telling you now, Scully, I LOVE YOU. It's not the night or drugs or the alcohol talking. This is me, Fox William Mulder telling you, Dana Katherine Scully I love you ..." he said as she lifted her hands from her lapels and slid her robe down her shoulders. His eyes slid from hers and down her body - her silk and lace teddy clad body. "....You are wearing a teddy Scully, you sneaky G-woman. Holy Shit!" "Mulder!" she said as she buried her face in his chest. "You're not making this easy." "Scully, why the shy routine? It's not like we haven't seen each other naked before. I mean you were in that cocoon in Antarctica, even if you were covered in green goo. But damn, Scully it's incredible how clothing can add to the mystique." Mulder said as he continued to slide his hands up and down her incredibly soft-skinned arms. "Mulder, shut up and kiss me. We can talk tomorrow!" Mulder's grin slowly faded. "Scully, are you sure? We've waited for this long, we can wait until you're sure this is what you want." "Mulder, I'm not sure this is the right time in our relationship to even acknowledge our love, let alone act on our feelings." Scully slowly moved back to make sure he understood everything she was about to say. "I know that I love you. I know that I have almost lost you several times, too. I've watched others try to come between us in various ways. I know you are an intense, loving, tactile man and I would die if you were driven by my indecision to take your physical needs to another." "Scully, I would never..." Mulder wanted her to know the depth of his love for her. Scully touched his lips with her fingers to stop his protestations. "Mulder, what we want to do in life is sometimes different than what we are driven to do. I know we have both kept a vigil of faithfulness to each other over many years, but life is what happens while you are making plans for the future. I don't want to take a chance on a future with you and miss out on a now." Scully smoothed her fingertips over his lips and the beautiful contours of his face. "I don't know how we will handle everything. I don't know if I'm ready to completely surrender my control to the vague promise of our future. But, I know that I love you and I want you - as my partner, as my friend, as my lover. Make love to me, Mulder." "Christ, Scully! I love you. I want you. I want to make love to you. I want to fuck you. I want to worship you. I need you in my life in all those ways too. I don't know if fate will allow us to be together for a day or a month or a lifetime. But, I do know that I'd rather have five minutes in love with you than fifty years without you." Mulder's eyes shone with unshed tears, his smile slightly wobbly. They stood smiling at each other for several minutes, drinking in the reality of their declarations. They both leaned in to kiss at the same time, their smiles now spreading to reach their eyes. As their lips met, the desire they had both subdued for years came bubbling up to overwhelm them. Their kiss started slow and loving but quickly turned feral. Mulder, lips still lock to Scully's, bent his knees slightly and wrapped his large hands around her upper thighs and lifted her up. Scully threw her arms around his neck and wrapped her legs around his waist. Mulder took the two steps to the bed and, twisting in mid- air, threw them both onto the bed, never breaking their kiss. He rolled over and pinned Scully under him. Her sex was pressed against his erection. Only the thin fabric in the crotch of her teddy and his boxers separated them. "Scully," he said as his lips began to move down her throat to the lace of the demi-cup caressing her breast. "Scully, we've got to get you out of this thing before I rip it off you." Scully entertained the excitement of having him rip the teddy off her body compared to it's cost and the enjoyment they would have with it in the future in an instant. "Mulder, crotch. Unsnap the crotch," was all she could say. Mulder placed his mouth on her nipple and began to suck it through the cloth. His hands seemed to have a life of their own as they roamed over her body. It took a moment for her cryptic message to get through to his oxygen deprived brain. "Fuck me!" was all he could say as he whipped the snaps open and began to stroke Scully's sex. She was soaking wet, swollen and hot. "Scully, I can't wait much longer." "Mulder. In. Me. Now..." Scully said. Her lips latched onto his neck and she alternated kisses with small nipping bites that only served to drive Mulder even crazier. Mulder pushed his boxers down and freed his erection. He hesitated for a moment and Scully drew back, questioning him with a look. "Mulder?" "Scully, I don't know what I want to do first." Mulder almost whined. He had the look of indecision on his face that a young boy would have as he stood in front of a candy counter with his entire allowance in his hand. Scully smiled up at him. "Fuck me now, Mulder. We have the rest of our lives to try the rest." Mulder lowered his lips to kiss her again. "You're always thinking, Scully. What would I do without you?" He murmured against her. His heart soaring with relief - there would be a next time. He rolled to the side, placing all his weight on his knees and left arm. He gently stroked her starting with her glorious hair, down her cheek, her slender neck, the notch of her clavicle, the slope of her breast to the pebbled peak. He cupped the soft weight of her breast in his hand, stroking her nipple with his thumb, then moving on down, past her tiny waist to the flare of her hip. He caressed her hip bone and slid on down to tangle his fingers in her coppery curls. He fondled her sex tenderly with his fingers and then grasped his cock and used it to stroke slowly up and down the entire length of her. "Ah, Scully, I love you so," he said as he positioned his cock and began to slide into her tight, wet heat, lowering his lips to hers again. Scully had been breathing rapidly through her mouth, almost panting. She kissed him back with all the passion that was pulsing through her. He drew back to watch her face as he continued to slowly enter her, she fought to keep her eyes open. The pleasure washing through her was almost more than she bear. She moaned again and moved her legs up around his ribs. Mulder filled her as no other man ever had. He was better endowed than most men, even more than Jack had been. But, it wasn't just his size that made his possession of her feel so overwhelming. It was his passion, his love for her that made entire experience so all encompassing, so magnificent. She was tight from years of celibacy and the slight stretching and burning sensation she felt was to be expected. She unconsciously grasped her bottom lip between her teeth. "Am I hurting you, Scully?" Mulder halted his movement. "Mulder, it's a little much. Just give me a moment." Scully gasped. He started to pull out of her, guilt written on his face. "No!" She clasped him to her with her legs and arms. "God, no! Don't leave me, Mulder. I need you so." Mulder halted his retreat. "Your so huge, it's just going to take me a moment to adjust. Don't leave me, please Mulder. I need you, I want you so much. Don't leave me, Baby," she crooned to him. Mulder gasped as her voice washed over him. 'Baby!' His cock already swollen and throbbing with need actually grew harder as her words freed his heart. He would wait for her. He would wait until his balls turned blue if it was what she needed. She loved him and desired him as much as he loved and desired her. "Anything, anything you need, Scully," he panted. "Now, Mulder, go slow, but now." Scully spoke a few seconds later. Mulder continued to glide into her heat. She was obviously as aroused as he. Her passage was tight but soaking wet. They both groaned as he slowly slid the rest of the way into her, only stopping when his entire length was buried. "Are you okay, Scully?" Mulder asked as he began to slowly stroke in and out of her. "God, Mulder, I'm better than okay! I don't ever remember feeling this fantastic before. I love you, Mulder." Scully was surprised at how easy it was to say the words. The intimacy of their actions washed away all her hesitancy and embarrassment. "I love you, too, Scully." Mulder smiled down at her. He kissed her nose and then moved on to shower kissed all over her face. "You'll never get rid of me now. You're mine, Scully. Say it." He began to move faster, grinding his pubic bone over her clit as he reached her depths. "I told you I love you, Mulder." Scully gasped. "I know you love me, Scully, but I'm a very possessive man. I won't share you. I want to hear you say it." Mulder drove into her harder, feeling his cock press against the opening of her cervix. "Mulder..." Scully was almost inarticulate. The heat from her core was spreading and she was losing touch with everything but the desire for it to continue to build. "Tell me, Scully." He pounded into her. "Tell me you are mine." He fasten his lips onto her neck, sucking greedily at the throbbing pulse there. "Mul..." Scully tried to speak. Mulder suddenly withdrew from her body. The cool air shocked her into opening her eyes to question him. "Tell, me Scully. I won't share you. Tell me you are mine, that you feel the same way I do." Mulder's eyes were gleaming green shards, hard with lust and possessiveness. Scully luxuriated in the feeling of total possession for a few seconds too long. Mulder's eyes began to dim with pain and she quickly spoke to rectify his impression. "I love you Mulder, only you. I give my heart and body freely to you. Only you. But you must understand, Mulder. I will kill any woman that touches you again. Whether you are a willing participant or not. I will not allow anyone else to ever touch what is mine. I expect nothing less from you." Mulder contemplated her words and grinned. "Blood thirsty little thing, aren't you?" "I mean it, Mulder. I am yours as you are mine." "This sounds like a lifelong commitment, Scully. Is that really what you want?" Mulder had to ask, to make it perfectly clear in his mind and hers. "Yes. Forever," came her words. Her vehemence even shocked her. "Forever." Mulder spoke back and drove into her again. Their bodies rose and fell, building and climbing and seeking the ultimate goal of love. Scully felt her orgasm beginning to burn through her body. "I'm coming, Mulder. Oh damn, I'm . . . I'm . . . Mulder!" She screamed his name as wave after wave of ecstasy flooded her body, making her nipples hard and even more sensitive and her vagina cramp and squeeze his cock. Mulder felt her milking him with the walls of her vagina. The sensation caused him to lose the tight rein of control he had over his climax and he began to come, shooting into her in a hot stream that drained him completely. "Scully!" he roared as he came and collapsed over her. He rolled to the side, still semi-erect, buried in her warmth, and took her with him. He didn't want to burden her with his dead weight, but couldn't stand the thoughts of separating from her now. Moments passed as their breathing slowed and they cuddled in each others arms. "Mmmm, Mulder. That was heaven." Scully kissed his chest and snuggled closer. Her movements caused his now spent cock to slide out of her. Mulder could feel the flow of their combined love drain out of her. "Love you, Scully," he murmured. He realized he was getting cool and knew if he were cool, Scully would probably be downright cold soon. He moved to sit up and she tightened her grasp on him. "Don't leave, Mulder. Stay. Stay forever," she whispered. "I'll be right back, Scully." He kissed her lips and moved to the bathroom. He quickly cleaned up and wet a fresh washcloth for Scully with scalding hot water. He grabbed a dry towel and as an afterthought, a large glass of water, and moved back to the bedroom. She rose to her elbows as he reentered the room and looked at him quizzically. "Here, I thought you might want this." He said as he handed her the glass of water. She smiled and accepted it gladly. "Open for me, Scully." Mulder placed his hand on her thigh as he sat down on the side of the bed. She gave him a puzzled look but did as he requested. He used the now warm cloth to gently clean the traces of their passion from her sex. He refolded the cloth and swiped her thighs. He nudged her over and ran the cloth from her anus, clear up the crack of her butt cheeks. A blush of embarrassment spread over her entire body. "Mulder!" She had never had a man take such loving care of her before and somehow, it seemed even more intimate than the actual sex they had had just moments before. "Let me do this for you, Scully." He said with a kiss to her lips. "Let me cherish you." Her small nod let him know it was okay. Her blush deepened but she relaxed and allowed him to use the dry towel to pat and stroke and make her more comfortable. Mulder rose to stand beside the bed. He stared down at the beauty before him. "God, you're so beautiful," Scully said before he could speak. It was Mulder's turn to blush. He gave Scully a crooked grin and retreated to the bathroom with the towels and the glass. He poured another glass of water and turned off the lights as he returned to the bedroom. She switched off the bedside lamp when he was by the bed. He climbed into bed and pulled Scully over to him. She had watched his actions surreptitiously from the bed. He was so gorgeous. His movements were graceful and displayed no concern for his lack of clothing. Mulder was a natural exhibitionist. Too bad no one but she was ever going to see that gorgeous body naked again. She reveled in the strength of his arms as they pulled her over to him. They snuggled together and began to slide toward sleep. "Scully? You still awake?" Mulder asked. "Barely," she murmured. "Why tonight?" Why indeed? "I don't know, Mulder. I was in such a blue funk earlier - you know, from the storm and the let down from the case we just ended. I didn't know what was wrong, but when you showed up it seemed like everything was better. I guess it was just time, Mulder. Time for our wishes and dreams to come true. What do you think?". "I don't know why now, and I don't care. I just don't want this to end - ever. I love you Dana Scully and I want to go to sleep with you and wake up next to you for the rest of my life." Mulder was waking up now and ready to talk. "That's nice, Mulder, we can talk about it again tomorrow." Scully kissed his chest as she slid into sleep. "So we can fly to Vegas tomorrow and get married?" Mulder asked only half teasing. "Sure... Mulder. Anything you want. Need sleep now." Scully slurred. Mulder smiled to himself and began to plan. He wondered what Maggie Scully was doing tomorrow.