Title: Coming home

Author: Wildafox0619 (wildafox0619@yahoo.fr)

Category: MSR, Angst. Scully POV

Rating: NC-17

Spoilers: Redux II

Summary: While I made my way from the elevator to Mulder's office, it
felt like coming home.

Disclaimer: Don't own them. XFiles characters belong to CC and 1013.

Author's notes: After Redux 2, Mulder and Scully haven't changed an
inch and I felt that something must be done about that. A person who
has had cancer and is in remission lives differently. They live life
more fully. They enjoy life. I know a lot about it. My aunt (who is
actually fighting breast cancer) swears that after all she had to
endure; she will enjoy life and change a lot of things in her life. I
think Scully should have done that if CC had wanted to let her.

So here is my version of the events.

Thanks to Audu2 for beta-ing this story and making sense of my mess!
Thanks Hon.

Written for The Haven Coming Home Challenge

So it has to have something to do with returning home. Elements that
must be included:

Finding or returning something that was lost

Something moving that isn't really moving

Doing something you are not suppose to be doing - at work Something
[someone] repeatedly going down - take that as you will Visit my
Website: http://perso.wanadoo.fr/wildafox0619/

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Coming home

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Remission is the word that changed my fate. When I was diagnosed with
cancer, I rejected my family and the man I loved above all; sure that
I was right to sever my bonds with them so they would suffer less when
I died.

I made them suffer a lot more than necessary. I burdened Mulder with
the diagnosis without giving him a chance to help me. He was forced to
tell my mother. I think it's one of the worst things I could have
asked him to do.

I'd gotten a tattoo in Philadelphia and dated a man I barely knew just
to dull the ache I felt deep inside my heart. I loved Mulder then but
wasn't capable of going to him when I was hurting. It ended badly this
time and my relationship with Mulder was damaged by my rebellious
behaviour.

I was selfish then and I regretted my actions deeply but I wasn't able
to do otherwise. I wanted to fight against my illness and I didn't
want anyone's pity. I couldn't understand that because they loved me
they wanted to help and be close to me.

Mulder broke into the Pentagon to get me a chip that probably
triggered my remission. My family thinks that my faith in God saved
me. I believe that Mulder was as much responsible for the fact I am
still alive. His faith in me was ultimately what saved me. I agreed to
put the chip back in my neck because he was convinced it would work. I
saw the frown and disapproving glare in my brother and mother's eyes.
But I did it for Mulder. Because he believed in it and I believed in
him.

I was released from the Hospital two weeks ago and I've regained my
strength. My doctor had agreed to let me go back to work on desk duty.

For the two weeks I've been home, Mulder came to see me everyday. He
bought lunch or dinner and we also watched some movies. Our relationship
was becoming a lot more comfortable but we didn't talk about our true
feelings and that needed to be done. I couldn't let our love go to waste
because we were afraid of the consequences.  I wanted to live my life
before it was too late and it meant that Fox Mulder would have to become
mine heart, body and soul, and soon.

For my first day back at work, I've chosen to wear the new light blue
suit I bought last week while shopping with my mom. The skirt was
shorter than anything I'd ever worn to work, and had a slit in the back.
I picked matching white lacy underwear. I felt sexy today and I needed
to wear sexy lingerie.

Once I was dressed, I took my purse and my keys and left my apartment
for the Hoover Building's basement Office, my true home.

***

While I made my way from the elevator to Mulder's office, it felt like
coming home. The basement was where my life changed for good. It was
where I met Fox Mulder for the first time. My work was important to me
and the basement office was where I belonged.

I stopped at the door and I could hear him searching in the file
cabinet. I gently pushed the door and there he was, his back to me,
shirt sleeves rolled up on his arms, rifling through the files to dig up
the X-Files of the day.

That was my Mulder and I felt more at ease by the minute. I tapped at
the door and he turned to me, his face illuminated with a smile.

"Welcome home, Agent Scully"

"Thanks, Agent Mulder.

I moved toward him and I could see he was feeling awkward. He was
fidgeting and I found it endearing. I had to put him at ease.

"So, what's new in the basement Mulder?"

"Apart from the fact that the temp in here keeps on going down because
the air-conditioner is possessed by an evil spirit, nothing new so far"

"Good"

We stayed silent for a moment that felt like an eternity. I needed to
tell him that things had changed, that I planned on living my life and
that my plans included him. I had to tell him the truth. It was the
foundation of our relationship. We couldn't go on without it.

I went back and locked the door. He watched me dumfounded.

"You have something naughty in mind, Scully" He leered.

"We have to talk Mulder"

He seemed worried and he was probably assuming the worst: me leaving the
X-Files or something else as horrible.

"I am not leaving you or the X-Files, Mulder if it's what you think. I
need to tell you something really important and I feel that the basement
is the best place for that. It's where it all began and it's where we
became friends."

I approached him, took his hands between mine and gazed into his hazel
orbs the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen. I could see his
trepidation and worry, and I knew all of that was going to disappear
once I had said my part.

"Mulder, being in remission gives me another chance at life and I don't
want to miss it. I don't want to regret anything. Before the cancer, I
kept to myself, never letting anyone in because I feared to lose myself
in someone else. I couldn't accept help because it would seem like a
weakness; to feel or even to love. You have returned to me not only life
but my ability to feel and to love. And I have to thank you for that
because it's a beautiful and unselfish gift. I've learned a lot from
you, Mulder and I needed to tell you."

"Scully."

"I need to finish Mulder because I risk losing my nerve soon. I have
thought a lot since my release from the hospital. I don't want to go on
ignoring my feelings for you. We have played cat and mouse for more than
four years now and it's time for us to grow up. I love you Mulder and I
plan on acting on my feelings!"

There. The cat was out of the bag and Mulder wore his panic face. Oh my
god, what if I've been mistaken and he wasn't in love with me? I sensed
the blush rising on my cheeks and I wanted to flee from the room. I let
go of his hands but he took me by the shoulder and lowered his gaze to
my eye level.

"You said what I think you said, Scully?"

"Yes"

"And the acting part starts when?" He deflected the importance of the
moment with his trademark humour.

I could see a lot of emotion in his eyes. I could see happiness, love
but fear too. He feared that going to the next level will put us more at
risk but our enemies already knew what we couldn't act on. They knew
from the beginning we were in love with each other and that was why they
kept on using me against Mulder. I tried to tell him with my eyes that
it was okay and I probably succeeded because suddenly, he took me in his
arms and held me tight against his chest. I could smell him and I felt
dizzy for a moment because I thought I saw the UFO on his "I Want to 
Believe" poster move.

He released me and took my face between his hands. I knew the time had
come. His eyes were changing colours and becoming black with desire. I
felt his penis hardening against my belly. How was it I never knew what
affect I could have on him? I have been a moron for four years so pardon
me god, I was going to kiss my partner in our office even if it was not
by the book. Screw the FBI regulations and here we go.

His lips were suddenly caressing mine and I didn't know if my legs would
hold me up much longer. We were discovering our lips at first but he had
to investigate further and entered my mouth with his tongue. My tongue
played with his, gently stroking and fighting for control. The echoes of
our moans increased in volume and I was sure that if someone came to the
door, they would hear us and guess what we were doing.

We separated to regain our breathing. He kept me in his arms and it felt
like Heaven. I could still feel his erection poking me and I couldn't
resist the urge to thrust my belly against him. He moaned loudly and I
couldn't help giggling. It was so good to feel alive and in love.

"Stop it, Scully or I must throw you on my desk and take you there"

"You're such a tease, Fox" I purred. "What do you think about blowing
this pop stand and going somewhere comfy?"

"Your place or mine?"

"Mine I do have a bed"

We left the office in a hurry and took his car to my apartment. At
first, I was just sitting and watching the road, but quickly his hands
on the steering wheel distracted me. Mulder has beautiful long hands and
I find them sexy. I started to imagine his hands roaming over my body
and I groaned loudly. He turned his attention toward me and I smiled
like the cat that ate the canary.

"Something's wrong, Scully?"

"No. Nothing at all." I answered while putting my hand on his thigh.

I left my hand there without moving for a while and then I started to
roam higher, dangerously approaching his crotch. He started to squirm in
his seat. His erection came to attention again, starting to bulge his 
dress pants. I was glad to provoke such reaction but I decided to stop 
torturing the poor man. I would have him naked soon.

He parked the car just outside my apartment building. We exited hastily,
making a mad dash toward the entrance.

Once we'd arrived in front of my apartment, I put the key into the lock
and he embraced me from behind while I fumbled to open the door. He
rubbed his erection between my clothes-covered behind. It was payback
for what I'd made him endure in the car.

I finally succeeded in opening the door and once we were inside, he was
all over me. He took me in his arms and carried me into my bedroom. He
threw me on my bed and with a feral grin, told me:

"I'm going to fuck you so hard that you won't be able to remember your
name"

"What are you waiting for, then?" I challenged.

He got rid of his clothes quickly, haphazardly throwing pants, socks and
shoes. He only kept his boxers on. I didn't stay idle while he shed his
clothes. I was just down to my lacy underwear when he joined me on the
bed. I moved my legs apart so he could take residence there. Once
settled, he kissed me hard on the lips. We had a kissing session worthy
of teenagers making out sessions on their parents couch.

I needed to be touched because the chemicals used in the chemotherapy
had devastated my body. I needed to feel beautiful and Mulder gave me
those feelings while caressing my body with his beautiful hands. He
reverently stroked and caressed my skin and I was reborn in his hands.

He took care of the front clasp of my bra, freeing my engorged breast. I
was painfully aroused and when he took one tip between his lips, it was
heaven.

"You have beautiful breasts they are round and high almost proud to be
there" He whispered while weighting them in his hands.

I arched against him when he took them alternately in his mouth. He gave
them a thorough examination before coming back to my mouth. His erection
kept poking at my clitoris through the combined fabric of our underwear
and it was arousing me to a new level.

I started to wander his body with my hands and realised that he had soft
skin for a man. I had the impression of touching some baby skin. I
lowered my hands to his wonderfully-toned ass and gave him a squeeze. He
moaned in my mouth, approving the gesture. I freed his wonderful rear
from the confinement of the boxers and completely got rid of his
underwear.

He took that as encouragement to get rid of my panties and soon we were
skin-to-skin, his velveteen erect cock against my eager vagina. It was
so long ago, the last time a man had made love to me, I felt like
exploding from joy and happiness.

Suddenly, he stopped all movement and he searched my blue eyes with his
hazel ones. I gave him the agreement he was waiting for and he entered
swiftly, right to the hilt. I cried and he stopped, afraid he'd hurt me.

"I'm okay need to adjust that's all"

My muscles started to stretch, adjusting to his girth. After all, he was
a big man for my petite size! He must have sensed my walls giving him
better access because he started to thrust gently. It was so good to
feel him hard and smooth inside me. Soon, I needed more.

"Harder Mulder, and faster" I purred in his ears.

He complied immediately and thrust faster and stronger inside me. I was
wetter than I have ever been and it felt so good. I sensed the
well-known tingling announcing my impending release. He had closed his
eyes and sweat poured from his skin, his hair was glued to his scalp.
The sight of him in full arousal mode sent me over the edge. I cried 
his name loudly and he came a second after me, releasing his seed 
inside my warm womb.

After I came back to myself, my skin still tingled from his touch. He
was laying on me, crushing me against the bed. It was wonderful to be
surrounded by his male scent and his skin burning mine everywhere we
touched.

Once he had recuperated his breathing, he raised his head and smiled
widely.

"Do you still know who you are?"

"Yessssss..you'll have to take me again and again"

"You are insatiable, Scully"

"I am alive Mulder and I plan on enjoying all that makes life worth
living: love, sex, food"

"In that order?"

"Now, I am focusing on sex with a tall and sexy FBI agent who happens to
be in my bed at the moment"

"I like the way you think, Scully"

And he kissed me while his erection started to harden again. I was alive
and in love. What more could I ask for?

The end