WISH FULFILLMENT
By Jacquie LaVa
Post ep for "Je Souhaite"
MSR, R, first-time MSR
Vague Spoilers: FTF, seasons Six and Seven

Summary:  Sometimes there are four wishes.  One final gift...


"Wish Fulfillment"



When I made my final wish I was looking directly into the eyes of a
Jinn many, many years old.  I made it without hesitation; I made it
with generosity and unselfishness.  In fact, it may have been one of
the single most unselfish acts of my life.

I could see by the way her eyes widened, by the sound of her
startled breath catching in her throat, that she never expected,
couldn't have seen that one coming.  I'd surprised a Jinn.  

How...surreal.

Her reply in turn surprised me, for she laid a hand on my arm and
murmured, "Are you sure?  It's something I could have only dreamed -
are you SURE?"  Her eyes were searching mine as carefully as she'd
presented her question.  And I figured by offering me a moment to
think about it, she was in fact trying to convince herself she'd
heard correctly.

I took a deep breath, and my voice came out firm and strong.  "Yes. 
I'm sure."

She seemed stunned.  "Well...well.  In all of the years I've endured
this burden; this 'gift', nobody has - even in a joking manner -
spoken of setting me free.  The human race is greedy and in that
greed, forever predictable.  But you, Agent Mulder...you've knocked
my socks off.  That is, you'd have knocked my socks off, if I'd been
wearing any.  Socks, that is.  Not that I go around barefoot.  I
don't.  And I'm babbling.  I never babble.  Until now, it would seem."

As I said, I'd surprised a Jinn.  My grin probably filled my face
from ear to ear as I realized anew what I'd done - what I'd offered.

For a moment we stood, fairly close to each other, face to face.  We
locked eyes and gazed unblinkingly, Jenn unsmiling and me grinning. 
She still had a hand on my arm; without thinking about it, I'd
covered that small hand with one of my own.  When the corners of her
mouth finally turned up in a smile that raced along her cheeks and
then lit up her entire face, I squeezed her hand, and I murmured
three decisive words to her.

"Take it, Jenn."

She nodded, almost dreamily.  "I will.  You can be sure of it.  But
before I do; before I grant myself my heart's desire, Agent
Mulder...I think I have one small boon left.  I know if I look hard
enough I can find a final wish.  You just gave me something
priceless, and a gift like that entitles you to one more wish.  It's
mine to give, you see.  Never, ever have I given more than three
wishes at a time. You'll be my exception."

Now it was my turn to stare, to be taken way off guard.  I could
feel my jaw drop.  Another wish.  Holy -

I started mouthing the exclamation and indeed almost uttered it
aloud, but thankfully before I did, Jenn slapped a palm over my mouth
and her eyes snapped a warning at me.  "Careful, Mr. Mulder.  This is
a very tricky gift.  It comes with conditions.  Anything you say
could be deemed a wish and could happen...even something as
ridiculous as a 'holy cow'...or worse."  

She removed her hand and I let out a whoosh of shaky breath.  I
nodded soberly to let her know I understood, and she nodded back. 
She crooked a finger at me and obligingly I bent down, a bit taken
aback when she curved a hand around my neck and pulled me close
enough to whisper in my ear. What she told me almost brought me to my
knees...

***********************

We clinked beer bottles in a vague salute to nothing more than the
comfy feeling of being together on a regular evening in a not-so-
regular week.  Scully looked relaxed, in fact this was the most
relaxed I'd seen her in awhile.  It wasn't the first time we'd shared
popcorn and a beer over a guy-flick, and I knew it wouldn't be the
last.  It was normal and had the makings of fun; an evening just
typical enough to send a little shiver of anticipation up my spine.

What gave me the real shivers was knowing that so very soon,
everything would change between us.  

I hoped. 

We settled in to watch the movie, one we'd both seen several times. 
I hitched myself a little closer to Scully; she curled her feet
underneath her and leaned a coppery head against my shoulder.  I
dropped an arm around her and snuggled her; it seemed like the right
thing to do.  There was silence between us but it was easy.  It was
comfortable.

It made my heart pound like mad, for all I could think was that I'd
finally been given my heart's desire by a grateful Jinn, and this was
the one gift I'd never want to return.  Ever.  

I could still hear Jenn's soft whisper in my ear, could still feel
the way my pulse had sped up when I received my wish.  It had
actually touched me - deep inside almost as if a hand had been laid
over my beating heart - and that was how I knew this time, I'd really
gotten it.   

Talk about shivers...

"Heed this gift, Agent Mulder.  Listen well.  As you have given my
heart's desire to me, so I give yours to you.  I give it as a kiss to
your cheek and a blessing on your soul.  You have five seconds to
think it; say it aloud - and then the kiss and the gift...are yours."

I didn't hesitate.  I was in a kind of shock, but my heart spoke for
me; my heart knew what I most desired.  As if in a dream I found
myself rasping out an emotional, "My heart's desire is the love of
Dana Scully, if she's ready to share it with me, and if her love for
me can equal mine, for her." 

I closed my eyes in sudden panic when I felt the cool brush of
Jenn's lips over my cheek.  When she pulled back to look at me, her
eyes were bright with unshed tears.  She nodded once, then turned and
walked away...but she glanced over her shoulder before she walked out
the door, and her last words to me were sweet.

"You're a very nice man, Agent Mulder.  A very nice man."

****************

Well, as wishes went, it sure wasn't earth-altering, for anyone but
me, that is.  My wish wouldn't stop wars, create peace among enemies,
make criminals give up their evil ways or help control global warming
and big-city pollution.  I wasn't naive enough to think a few well-
meaning but ill-worded wishes uttered to a Jinn could solve all of
that.  Believe me, I'd tried.  And I'd failed, much to my bitter
disappointment.  After all, the human race is just that - all too
human.

But this final wish was something very special.  This final wish was
a 'thank you' like no other I'd ever received.  The generosity with
which it was given just blew me away every time I thought of it after
Jenn and I parted company.  The hope that it would come true, and the
happiness that hope instilled in me, far outweighed any suspicion
that Jenn-the-former-Jinn didn't have the power to grant a fourth
wish to little old me.

And yet, she did.  She granted it to me.

So I sat on the sofa with my feet propped up and an armful of my
heart's desire curled against my side.  I stared at the flickering
television screen and I know I laughed in all the correct places and
I remembered to raise my beer to my mouth and drink it down.  I
remembered to toss a few pieces of popcorn in my mouth, where they
stuck in my throat like Sahara desert sand.  Every gland in my body
was on Scully-alert; each pore of my skin was drinking in the
nearness of her, the utter rightness of the way she felt in my arms. 
Of course I'd sat with my arm around her in our past.  Of course this
time was nothing like those other times.  This time I was a man crazy
in love, who'd been promised his heart's desire...

Trouble was, I had no idea how to judge the proper moment for
collecting said promise.  Therein lay the dilemma.  Did I just turn
to her and say, 'Scully, I love you madly; you are my heart's
desire...kiss me, you fool!'  Oh yeah, that would go over like a lead
balloon.  If I looked into her eyes, and she looked into mine, would
we just know, without words?  Would I be able to read my granted wish
in her baby blues?  Would we both lean in a little, perhaps brush
mouths, and everything would magically fall into place as we fell
into each other's embrace?

Would various and vital spots on my suddenly nervous body just stop
itching, already?  

Jesus.  I was a mess, I swear it.  Here I was, holding Scully in my
arms and in danger of falling apart piece by piece, before I even got
a chance to lock in my feelings and let her know how much I loved
her, wanted her.  So much that instead of using my final wish for
anything else in this world, I chose her.  As if there'd have been
any other way to play that particular trump card.  For me, choosing
Scully's love was the only true path.

Now I could only pray she'd reciprocate.  I gulped down another
mouthful of beer and kept my eyes glued to the screen and my arm
firmly around her shoulders, waiting.  Hoping.

Please, God...

Then, beside me, I felt her move.  Out of the corner of my eye I saw
her lean forward and place her half-full beer bottle on the coffee
table.  I registered the way she immediately relaxed into the
sofa, back into my arm.  If anything, she snuggled a bit closer to
me; I could feel a definite movement inward.  A few seconds passed
while we watched the movie and breathed in synchronized rhythm.  A
few more passed while I sat in an agony of suspense...and she laid a
hand on my leg, a few inches above my knee.  Just a casual hand,
placed on my leg, the way you'd brace a hand on someone's leg if you
were leaning into them, perhaps to emphasize a point during a debate,
or something.  Except we weren't debating.  We weren't talking.  

But oh, my heart was screaming at her, this I knew. It was begging
for her touch, her smile, her kiss.  Her love.  The words were
vibrating through my ears so loudly it was a wonder the people across
the hall, down the street and in the next county couldn't sense them.
My lips never moved.

But hers did.  Just one word.  One soft breath of a word, murmured
so low that I wasn't sure I'd heard it for certain.  Her eyes hadn't
left that television screen - of that I was reasonably sure, thanks
to my peripheral vision - but she spoke.  What she said came out in a
creamy rush, full of longing.  At least that's how it sounded to me.

"Mulder..."

When I turned my head to look at her, those blue eyes were right
there, staring at me, and the world I desperately ached for was
spinning in them.  All of the love I'd wanted for so long - all of
the desire echoed in my own heart - all of the forever and beyond
that I'd dreamed of late at night when I was most alone and most
lonely...it was in front of me, showcased in eyes that were beginning
to film over with emotion and in a quivering mouth that formed my
name again, this time almost impossible to hear.  Scully's cheeks
were flushed and her hand trembled as it fisted on my leg.  My face
must have held one hell of a priceless expression, because the corner
of her mouth turned up in the tiniest of smiles.  And that smile
broke my state of suspended animation.  I reached for her with my
free hand, closed it around the back of her neck and pulled her into
my body.  Into my mouth.  Into my soul.

The first kiss was so different from the one we'd shared on New
Year's Eve; it wasn't even in the same league.  All of the imaginings
I'd built up over the years, of how Dana Scully would feel against my
mouth, what she'd taste like...all of it was nothing compared to the
real thing.  Her mouth was soft-firm-sweet-hot-delicious, the inside
flavor a darker echo, her tongue a warm, wet flicker against mine. 
There wasn't a moment of coy closed-mouth play; her lips opened when
I touched them and our tongues mated at first contact.

God...

I shifted around until I could pull her into my lap; she came
willingly.  I'd harbored a wishful notion that she'd be content to
sit sideways on my knees and we'd neck a bit, actually I figured it
was the most I could hope for - but that wasn't Scully's intent.  She
slipped over me, bypassing my knees in favor of straddling my lap,
face to face, her hands in my hair and her body close, so close.  It
overwhelmed me.  It made me tremble against her...and when she felt
me tremble, Scully actually purred into my mouth.

God, again...

My hands clenched into the snug material covering her hips and I
pressed her down, hard; as the kisses we exchanged grew hotter,
deeper, I gave a hazy thought to how quickly this had all come about.
Perhaps one still-cognizant section of my brain agonized over the
probability that my wish had prompted her actions instead of true,
honest feeling.  I hated that little niggling kernel of doubt, but I
couldn't help it.  My heart's desire had just jumped into my lap and
was kissing me senseless.  Her firm little body was molded tightly to
mine, a layer of clothing our only barrier.  Hands threading through
my hair, curving around my jaw, holding my mouth in just the right
position - as if I'd even consider moving away - the heat of her,
enveloping me.   It was everything I wanted and suddenly nothing I
could trust.

I had to know for sure, damn me.  I had to reassure myself this was
real.  No matter that once about a year ago a deranged writer told me
my partner was already in love, and I hoped it was with me.  Never
mind the love I knew was already in place between us; had been there
for years.  Little difference that, only weeks before, Scully had
stood at my bedside in the middle of a stormy night, and debated
whether or not to join me under the covers or walk out the door while
I slept.  

Of course I'd heard her soft movements as she'd approached the bed;
I'd feigned sleep and knew exactly how long she'd stood there, gazing
down at me.  I'd heard the tiny little sigh she'd uttered before
she'd turned and walked into my bathroom.  I'd heard the water
running, had imagined her in there, doing whatever women do when they
freshen up.  A few minutes later she left, after glancing my way once
more.  Had her body language indicated longing, that night?  I'd
hoped so...since it was the memory of her in my bedroom, what
I felt she wanted but didn't act on, that made the decision for me
when the time came to tell Jenn my final wish.

Which brought us to this moment, and my predictable bout of
insecurity.

"Scully..." I breathed her name against her lips and managed to pull
away a little, enough to afford about an inch of maneuvering space
between us.  I looked into her eyes; they were heavy lidded, dark
with passion.  Her lips were swollen and her cheeks were flushed
pink.  Gorgeous...and I was about to open my mouth and say words that
could very well bring it all to an end.  But I had no real choice.  I
had to be sure.  

I framed her face in my shaky hands and locked eyes with her.  "Is
this what you want?  Really want?  Are you sure?  Is this you, acting
on your own feelings...or is it something else?"

Scully stared at me, her expression clearly confused.  Oh great, I
thought; confusion.  Not good.  She licked her lips and I followed
the path of her tongue with hungry eyes; then caught her little half-
smile and my gaze snapped back to hers.  She tilted her head a bit to
the side and her voice was a rusty murmur.  "What I want?  Of course
it's what I want, Mulder.  Don't you want this, too?  God, I'm
sitting in your lap, ready to rip your clothes off!  Doesn't that
tell you what I want, what I need?"

I sighed, ready to admit defeat.  The operative word seemed to be
'want'; I'd said it myself.  I needed so much more and so did she. 
It had to be love that cushioned the want, otherwise it was hormones
and physical release, nothing more.  I needed the 'more'; both of us
did.  It was what we deserved. 

"Scully, I know what you want.  I think I've known for some time.  
What I'm really asking you, I suppose, is if these feelings of 
yours...feel like...um, yours.  If you're acting on your own 
impulses and not someone else's.  Shit, I'm not making much sense, 
am I?"  I leaned my forehead against hers in frustration, and felt 
her cool palm slip over the back of my neck.  

We sat there for several moments, brow to brow, her hand soothing
me; then she raised her head and looked into my eyes once more. 
"Mulder, I'm going to pretend I don't know what the hell you're
asking me, okay?  And I want you to pretend I'm clueless, and tell me
what's going on.  Deal?"

I nodded wearily.  Might as well tell her the whole truth.  Anything
less wouldn't be fair to either of us.  If I lost her as a result of
my base stupidity, at least I had the comfort of knowing we'd still
end up as friends. I hoped. "I was given one final wish, by Jenn,
before I...before she left.  She said it was hers to offer, and she
gave it as a gift.  I was proud to accept it."

To her credit, Scully didn't appear to be humoring me, when she
asked, "And what was this final wish, Mulder?  Did it have something
to do with me?"

"You might say that."  I took a deep breath, and blurted, "I was
told I could have my heart's desire.  And, Scully...my heart's desire
is you.  Your love.  That's what I wished for."  My tumbling words
skidded to a halt and I gulped down the utter panic at having
admitted what I'd done.

When I saw Scully's eyes fill with tears, I groaned and pulled her
to me, my hand cupping her head, cradling her face against my neck. 
Several of those tears slipped down underneath my collar and I cursed
myself for upsetting her, for making her cry.  Her shoulders were
shaking and her fingers were clenched in the fabric of my tee shirt. 
Oh, shit.  Scully...

It took a few moments to realize those shakes weren't brought on by
crying, but by laughter.  I reared back and edged her face away from
my neck; sure enough, she was laughing.  Giggling, actually.  She had
tears slipping down her cheeks and she was glowing, just
radiant...and laughing, presumably at me.

Her next words confirmed it.  "Mulder, you idiot!  Do you honestly
think I could be made to feel something that wasn't true?  Even if
this Jenn was a real Jinn - and at this point, I suppose anything's
possible - do you truly think she could flick a finger in my
direction and make me feel love for you, unless I myself wanted that
love?  Please, get serious.  I'm my own person.  I feel what I want
to feel."  She leaned forward and her lips brushed against my ear. 
"I love where I want to love."

"But, Scully, if you -"  That was all I managed to get out, before
she slapped a hand over my mouth to shut me up.

She shook her head at me and her smile was a lovely mixture of
amusement and affection.  "Maybe I didn't make myself clear enough. 
I feel love for you.  Desire, for you.  Everything you want in this
relationship...I want the same things.  Maybe you told a genie those
wants, your heart's desire, but Jenn didn't make this happen, Mulder.
We did.  You and I."  She removed her hand and replaced it with her
mouth.  The kiss she gave me convinced me like nothing else had, up
to that moment.  She knew what I'd done, and she didn't care. She
wanted me.  Loved me.  Desired me, the same way I desired and wanted
and loved, her.

Hallelujah...

Between kisses and broken words of endearments, we managed to remove
my black tee and her knit shirt.  I touched the front clasp of her
bra and watched with enchantment as it magically fell open, revealing
small, firm breasts, pink nipples; sheer perfection.  I cupped her
baby soft flesh in my palms, and she moaned against my tongue.  When
her hands trailed over my shoulders and sides in a downward path to
the zipper of my jeans, I swear I heard bells.

The phone, to be exact...

"Ignore it."  Was that my strait-laced partner, Agent Scully,
ordering me to ignore a phone call?  This from the woman who never
let a call go unanswered, on pain of death?

Yep, that was the one.  I would have agreed with her but my mouth
was too busy being feasted on to make any sort of sound other than
groaning.  The phone trilled three more times and my machine picked
it up.  I heard my terse little instructional monologue; then, a
voice I certainly didn't expect:

"Hello, Agent Mulder.  And Agent Scully, just in case you're there
as well, which I'm sure you are.  This is Jenn.  I just wanted to say
'thanks' again - and to let you know I'm enjoying that cup of coffee.
As I hope you're enjoying your heart's desire...both of you.  I wish
you the best, Agents.  Ciao."

A !click! in my ear, and she was gone - and Scully was smiling at
the dumbfounded expression on my face, as I instant-replayed Jenn's
words in my head.  "Both of us?  What was that supposed to mean? 
What's going on, Scully?"

She chuckled, and hugged me tightly.  "Well, Mulder...you're not the
only one with a wish, you know.  Jenn and I had a few minutes of
privacy, and in those few minutes she casually asked me if I could
have my heart's desire, what would that be?  At the time it just
seemed so easy - and right - to tell her, even though I felt it would
never happen for me.  I told her my heart's desire was you."  Scully
ran her tongue over my ear and nipped at the lobe, adding huskily, "I
didn't want to believe, Mulder.  Now, I have no choice, but to
believe."

Once again I felt myself completely overwhelmed.  "Scully, my
God...I don't know what to say."

"Then say nothing.  Just accept.  I have, at last.  I've accepted.  
Everything.  I love you, so much -"

This time I interrupted her, with a fervent, "I love you right back."

The need for additional words had dissipated, we both decided. 
Actions speak louder than words, anyway - don't they?

*************************** 

It was like a dream, yet not.  Like my wildest fantasies, but so
very real.  As if my entire life had been leading up to it, a natural
turn of events, the correct path and the inevitable conclusion.  It
was the place my future had chosen to take me, and I was more than
ready to pack it up and move there.

So was Scully, thank the Lord.

I'd always thought if, by luck, this moment should ever arrive, that
undressing each other - touching, kissing, loving each other - might
be a little awkward; a little shy.  Hugging her, even kissing her,
seeing her bare, in the past hadn't been that difficult - because
those times were steeped in concern, in partnerly worry and in caring
friendship.  It would be so different when those same moments were
cloaked in desire, in - hopefully - love.

Well, they were different.  But they sure weren't difficult.

How could I ever describe loving Dana Scully, and do that
description justice?  

We stayed on the sofa because it just seemed the right place to be. 
In my arms she was so small and light, yet so much of a presence.  No
one who thought Scully was petite would ever mistake her for being
weak, delicate, a woman who needed taken care of...if they'd felt
what I felt as I held her, undressed her, kissed her.  Instead of
weakness I found strength and determination in the hands that stroked
over my shoulders and chest.  I found aggression in the mouth that
trailed over my neck, sprinkling my skin with kisses.  When I looked
into her eyes I saw a bottomless desire, and such a need.  I knew
that same need had to be reflected in my own eyes as I watched the
woman I loved give so much of herself to me.

I thought at a moment like this there would be urgency, to take, and
take quickly, just in case it all disappeared like so much smoke from
a false-alarm fire.  Well, there was plenty of urgency, but it was
more to savor than to take.  We weren't in a hurry; the world wasn't
going to end tomorrow, taking with it our chances of making love, of
being in love.  We had all the time in the world, and we rejoiced in
it.

I kissed my way over each area of skin I uncovered, and had the
satisfaction of hearing Scully sigh, purr, even growl a little.  I
flicked my tongue across each tender nipple and she arched
against me; she slipped her palms over the front of my jeans and I
bucked into her hands, a groan or two of my own escaping through the
kisses that were getting longer and hungrier.  When I urged her to
lift from my lap, enough that I could slide the remaining clothes
from her body, Scully merely rose gracefully and swung to her feet;
facing me, she took my hand and pressed it against the zipper of her
slacks.  Her low, rasping, "Undress me, Mulder," went straight to my
groin and lodged there, firing my blood.  Here was a woman who knew
what she wanted and wasn't afraid to demand it.

My woman.  The term made my head spin, just thinking of it. 

I tugged on the zipper and loosened her slacks; they slid down her
hips and I made sure her panties slid down with them.  I cupped both
hands underneath her rounded cheeks and pulled her closer, until I
could rest my lips against her stomach.  I could feel tiny muscles
quivering under my mouth, little trembles that told me louder than
words what she wanted, needed.  Her fingers wove through my hair,
holding me close - as if I'd ever want to move away, leave that warm
haven.  I turned my head and looked up into Scully's eyes, and
everything I needed to know was written there, just for me.  When she
smiled at me, whispered my name, I knew that wish of mine was only
the beginning...

There was so much more in this new world, to explore and to
discover.  Love was just the very start of it, the first path.

I released her long enough to slide out of my jeans, fumbling at the
zipper with hands gone shaky, all thumbs.  I kicked off the puddle of
denim and cotton, dragged the socks off my feet.  Scully stood very
still and watched me, a small smile on her lips; a glow in her
eyes that told me to hurry, hurry.  As soon as I was free of
restricting fabric she reached for me even as I reached for her.  I
pulled her down onto the sofa and the bowl of popcorn spilled to the
floor; I think my foot was the impetus, but I wasn't quite sure.  It
didn't matter.  An entire bee-dome full of Jiffy-Pop could have
started erupting noisily in my living room and neither of us would
have given a rip.   

Our lips met and our bodies intertwined, legs wrapping around each
other, arms encompassing and fingers gripping.  Face to face on my
sofa, skin to skin; so tightly a piece of paper wouldn't have been
able to squeeze itself between.  There was so much I wanted to tell
her but I refused to free up her mouth, her flesh, long enough to say
it.  'Afterwards,' I thought in an absolute haze, as I feasted on her
soft skin, as I trailed an eager tongue everywhere I could reach. 
Afterwards I'd tell her everything my heart was demanding of me to
confess.  

I pulled her beneath me and started a fevered journey that began at
her left ear and ended up at the sweet juncture of her legs.  I let
that eager tongue of mine do the messaging for me; all I could manage
were groans as I experienced how incredible Scully tasted in my
mouth.  Soft, silky wet, hot.  Quivering and delectable, her flavor
took me over and now I was the trembling one, shaking against her as
I held onto her hips and took my fill of her.  Kissing a woman this
intimately had never been a chore for me; I'd always enjoyed it, was
always happy to give it.  This time, however, giving it to the woman
I adored was so much more than just a way to assure my bed-partner
would reach her own release.  This time it was vital.  It counted for
everything.  And Scully's throaty moans were music to my ears, as I
gave to her. 

So good.  So perfect...

"So good."  Was that my voice, croaking like a sex-bombed bullfrog? 
I raised my head to see if Scully was laughing at the sound of it,
but she wasn't; the look on her face defied description.  I decided
then and there I'd want to see that exact expression every time we
made love, each time we touched, were in the same room together.  I
wanted to imagine that look on her face if we did nothing more than
talk on the phone.  I smiled at her and murmured, "You, Scully.  You
taste so good."

"You feel so good.  You feel...I can't even find the words, Mulder. 
Let me just - let me."  She didn't have to go into detail; I knew
what she wanted.  Obligingly I moved around until I was on my back
and Scully knelt over me.  

I spread my arms out and opened my legs; like a sacrificial victim I
lay before her, and she bit back a laugh when I intoned
melodramatically, "Take me, use me, Scully..."

"Oh, it's so nice to have advance permission. Thank you very much." 
Even in the throes of passion it seemed the banter was still firmly
in place between us - and that alone convinced me like nothing else
that this was right; this was meant.  When her hands closed over my
aching flesh I gasped it aloud; how right, how perfectly right it
was.  When her tongue traced random patterns all over me, shoulder to
shoulder and north to south, I groaned out to her, how much I loved
what she could do to me.

When her mouth replaced her hands and she took me deep, drank me
into that hot, wet heaven...even groans escaped me.  I lay there
mute, beyond things like coherent words and basic grunts, fighting to
hang on to my shredding control.  I'd never felt anything like it,
the way her mouth fit over me, the tender greed of her tongue and the
way her fingers gripped and stroked.   If I lived to be a hundred,
I'd never forget the first time Scully put her mouth on me and sent
me straight to nirvana.  Nothing could be this amazing...nothing
could be this sublime.

Was I ever wrong.

When I felt as if one more swirl of her tongue would push me over
the edge, I choked out a warning to stop; thankfully she took my
warning seriously and pulled away.  She rested her chin on my stomach
and her grin was cheeky in the extreme; she knew she'd had utter
power over my body and its responses.  There was nothing I would have
loved better than to feel myself explode in her mouth, to experience
that shocking intimacy for myself, this all-important first
time...but I was greedy.  I wanted it all.  So, it seemed, did she,
for she whispered, "Next time, Mulder.  Next time I'm taking you the
rest of the way.  But right now I want to feel you inside me."

Oh, yes.  That's what I wanted, too.  I would have told her so, but
I was too busy feeling overwhelmed anew by what was pounding through 
my heart, as she slipped into place beneath me and opened herself to 
me. Overwhelmed by the way her hands clutched at my hips and pulled 
me down, by the way it felt when I found myself buried inside her, 
deep inside where it was silky-tight and so, so welcoming.  

Home.  I was home, at last.    

Our bodies moved together in a dance that was a little hesitant,
slow and then fast, a rhythm that we made up as we went along.  She
wound her legs about my waist and I snared both of her hands, holding
them clasped tightly on either side of her head, one more bit of
necessary connection between us.  I kept my eyes open and so did she;
we had to watch, had to see how this was affecting us.  We had to
know.  

It was destroying us...I could see it in her eyes.  I could feel it
in my soul.  Stroke by stroke, thrust for thrust, it was breaking
down the tissue and matter that made Fox Mulder and Dana Scully; it
was fusing that tissue into another being.  Someone stronger. 
Someone better.  Someone who knew, at last, what real love was.

Harder and deeper, faster now...more urgent.  More needy.  No time
for finesse, who the fuck needed finesse, anyhow; it was all about
the love, all about forever, that was the important thing, the thing
that so many people looked for all their lives and never found.  The
thing that I wished for when I stood facing a Jinn named Jenn, and
whispered my heart's desire in her ear.  The one thing that would
complete me, make me a whole person, make me worthy of remaining on
this sometimes-flawed earth.

Love.  That was all.  That was enough.

*************************** 

I fell asleep on my sofa in the dark, with popcorn scattered all
over my floor and my fish tank glowing green in the shadows.  I dozed
in utter exhaustion with the woman of my dreams and the love of my
life snuggled up against me, one hand threaded through my hair and
the other hand loosely fisted around my penis, which for once in its
sorry little life had been thoroughly, satisfyingly worked over.  

I wondered, as I lay there sharing sleepy kisses with Scully, where
Jenn was, and if she were truly happy now.  I wondered if she'd miss
the burden of granting wishes.  I wondered if she'd regret losing her
immortality.  Somehow, I didn't think so.

I hoped she'd find someone to love, someday.  I hoped she'd meet a
man who would make her heart leap, as Scully had so often done for
mine.  I hoped that unknown man would see the generous woman that
Jenn was, and love her, nurture her accordingly.  I hoped another
heart's desire would be granted, when that man took her hand and told
her he loved her.

Then I let myself drift off, holding Scully, falling into slumber,
deep and comforting; into that new future, walking that first path.


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