TITLE:    TANGLED UP IN BLUE 
AUTHOR:   DONNILEE 
E-MAIL:   DONNILEE@SNET.NET 
WEBSITE:  http://donnilee.tripod.com 
RATING:   NC-17 
CATEGORY: MSR 
CLASSIFICATION:  PWP 
SPOILERS: Tiny one for 'War of the Coprophages'.

SUMMARY:  Mulder can't stand pretending anymore, and takes 
the plunge.

DISCLAIMER:  All characters used from the show, The X-Files 
are the property of Chris Carter, Ten Thirteen Productions, and 
Fox Broadcasting.  No copyright infringement intended.  No 
money made here.

THANKS:  As always, to my beta reader, FatCat, who keeps me 
from making the same mistakes I scold others for and she's never 
once called me a hypocrite!  LOL.  Thanks for all your work.  
Any mistakes left are all mine.

AUTHOR'S NOTE AT END.

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PART 1 (PG-13) 
DANA SCULLY'S APARTMENT 
FRIDAY EVENING - 6:00 PM

I'd invited him over for dinner.  I simply could not stand the 
idea of being alone tonight and I knew he felt the same way.  
The case was over finally, but the sadness of the ones that we 
had not retrieved remained.

Girls and boys between the ages of a few weeks to two years were 
being abducted from the rural areas on the outskirts of 
Richmond, Virginia.  Posing as a man and wife wanting a child, 
we'd discovered a horrifying truth.  They were selling these 
children on the black market to couples all over the world who 
couldn't get a child any other way.

Of course, posing as a woman desperate for a child hit a little 
too close to home for me.  I wondered why we always seemed to 
land these cases.  Every time we stepped outside of the X-Files, 
something went horribly wrong, either physically, or in this 
case, emotionally.  As much as I wanted a child, buying one 
would never have occurred to me.

I could tell it had taken a toll on Mulder as well.  Although I 
didn't think he had any desire for children, any case involving 
little girls touched his heart and reopened the festering wound 
of Samantha's loss.

Six members of the abduction ring were now behind bars waiting 
for a trial date.  By Bureau standards, it was a job well done.  
Of course Bureau standards didn't take into consideration our 
emotional wear and tear.

We entered my apartment and I watched him shuffle to the couch, 
take off his jacket, unbutton the top three buttons of his 
shirt, and rip off his tie.  He flopped down on the couch and 
leaned his head back, groaning.  Weariness was in every line of 
his body.  I knew how he felt.

I simply asked, "Coffee?"

He shook his head.  "No, it will keep me up and frankly, I want 
to sleep as soon as possible.  It feels like I haven't slept in 
a week."

"You haven't," I reminded him.  I didn't think he'd gotten two 
hours sleep a night since this began a week and a half ago.  At 
least now, we were looking at a long weekend. Skinner had told 
us to take Monday off.

"Do you want anything?"

He looked at me and waggled his eyebrows, trying to gain some 
levity in this harrowing situation and the emotions that had 
been draining us.

I smiled in spite of my mood.  He could always make me smile, 
even if his innuendo was often juvenile or inappropriate.  It 
was one of the things that made up his charm. His child-like 
wonder mixed with the lightening fast brain that could compute 
impossible things at frightening speed always intrigued me.  He 
was a boy-man.  Although I cared deeply for the man, it lifted 
my heart to see the boy inside sometimes.

"No.  So, Scully, I'm riding the couch tonight, right?  Should I 
just grab a sheet and pillow from the linen closet?"

"Want to settle in right away?" I asked.

He looked at me again and held up his hand, inviting me to join 
him.  I went and stood in front of him, taking his hand.  He 
tugged me down to sit beside him.  I was tipped toward him when 
his hand tugged on my shoulder.  I let myself fall into him, my 
head resting on his shoulder.  He squeezed me gently and sighed.  
"Another one down, Scully."

"Yeah, let's hope we don't have another one like it for a long 
time."

"Here, here," he commented.  He surprised me then when he lifted 
my left hand from my lap.  He gazed down at the top of my hand 
and I realized I was still wearing the engagement and wedding 
ring that we'd appropriated from vice for this assignment.

His thumb caressed the top of my hand and his finger gently 
grasped the wedding ring as he moved it back and forth.  I 
looked up at him as I said, "Oh geez.  I forgot to take them 
off."

My eyes met his and I was drowning.  He was staring deeply into 
my eyes with a look on his face I couldn't interpret.  "Do you 
ever think about it, Scully?"

"Think about what?"

He twirled the ring again.  "Being married."  He held up his 
hand and I realized he was still wearing the gold band they'd 
given him.

"Sometimes," I said quietly and shrugged.  "That hasn't been my 
fate."

"Thought you didn't believe in fate," he said calmly, his 
eyebrow rising in a slight tease.

I smiled again.  "I've made choices and they've led me to where 
I am today.  I have no regrets."

"None?" he asked incredulously.

"Well, I could have done without Bambi, the bug lover," I 
commented dryly.

He laughed then.  "What the hell brought her name up?  Of all 
the cases we've been on, why that one?"

I shrugged again, embarrassed now and felt a blush rise up my 
neck.  I needed to say something to salvage my dignity here.  I 
hated when I slipped up and revealed the feelings of 
territorialism or possessiveness that I felt for him.  Those 
feelings were popping up more frequently lately and it was 
scaring the shit out of me.  Without thinking, I heard myself 
saying, "Smart is sexy, right?"

He looked confused for a moment, but then his face cleared and 
his eyes locked on mine.  "Yes, it is," he said, and I felt an 
odd, warm sensation rush through my chest.

'Why was he looking at me like that?' I wondered.  He was silent 
for a few more seconds and then he said, as if reciting a 
didactic medical journal.  "I've thought about it a lot."

"Huh?" I said, mentally trying to shift gears.  "About that 
case?"

He smiled again, amused.  "No, Scully, about being married."

"You have?  I've never heard you say you wanted to be married."

He hugged me tighter for a moment and then said, "I want what 
every man wants, Scully.  I'm no different.  I understand the 
reality of my life, that the chances are slim to none.  That 
doesn't mean that sometimes I don't think about what I'm 
missing.  This case brought up all those feelings again.  What 
am I missing?  What would it be like to be married?  You know?"

"I guess so," I said tentatively, nervous about where this 
conversation was heading.

He scrunched deeper into the cushions and pulled me up tight 
against his side.  "This case was horrible," he continued.  "On 
the brighter side, all the people we were trying to get to 
obviously thought we were married, which was exactly what we 
wanted them to think."

"Yeeaahh?" I asked, still confused as to where this was going.

He flashed me a smile again but then it faded.  "Why do you 
think they chose us for this assignment, Scully?"

"I don't know.  They were short on agents?  The members of the 
suspected ring had had run-ins with most of the other agents.  
We aren't assigned to Vice so they wouldn't recognize us."

"True.  However, there are lots of agents in the Bureau that 
aren't in the departments that cover Vice operations.  Why us?"

"I don't know.  I assume you have a theory," I said, knowing he 
did.

He nodded, not looking at me again but staring out into space.  
"Because we know each other so well.  They knew if anyone could 
pull off looking like a married couple, we could.  Even if they 
can't prove it, many people think we are a couple, you know?"

"They do?  Well, I guess I knew that, but I didn't think it was 
the prevailing opinion."

"Yes, it is."

"How do you know?"

"I've eavesdropped on them.  I've heard the comments, even some 
whole conversations behind cubicles when they didn't think I was 
there listening."

"You didn't set them straight?" I asked, wondering why he 
wouldn't step forward and tell them to mind their own business.

"Nope," he said casually.

I felt my insides begin to tremble.  He looked down at me again 
and I felt my stomach flip-flop.  "Why not?" I whispered my 
question.

He was silent a few seconds and I watched the muscle in his jaw 
jump as he ground his teeth together.  He was nervous, I 
realized suddenly.  Well, good, 'cause so was I.  Did I really 
want the answer to this question?  Some things were better left 
unsaid.  He was opening a can of worms and I wasn't sure that I 
shouldn't be slamming the lid back on.

Finally, he said, "Because that's what I want them to think."

I knew my eyes were wide with disbelief.  "Why on earth would 
you want that?  It's not true, Mulder!" I exclaimed.

He smiled at me sadly.  "Because then they won't go after you.  
They won't ask you out," he said simply.

"Why do you want that?  I don't deserve a life?" I asked.

Now he really looked sad.  He shook his head as though amazed 
that I didn't understand.  "You don't get it, do you?  You don't 
get what I'm trying to tell you."

"No, I don't," I said bluntly, sounding defensive.  I was 
frustrated.  Why did he have to talk in circles?  "Why don't you 
tell me?" I asked.  "Why are you always talking in hints when we 
talk about anything personal?  I don't like guessing games, 
Mulder," I snapped out.

He turned on the couch so that his body was tipped toward mine.  
"I throw out hints because I want to see your reaction before I 
proceed.  My relationship with you is the most important thing 
in the world to me, Scully.  I'm terrified of fucking it up.  On 
a daily basis, I live with the fear that I will find some way to 
alienate you, to drive you away."

"Why are you afraid?" I asked softly, not quite wanting to 
believe what I was hearing.

His hand reached up and the backs of his fingers trailed lightly 
over my cheek.  His eyes were soft and tender as he examined my 
face.  "I can't live without you, Scully," he said clearly but 
quietly.

"What?" I asked, my mind throwing up a wall like it always did 
when someone got this close.  "Stop teasing me," I blurted out.

"You want me to stop teasing you?" he asked softly.  I nodded.  
"You want me to stop hinting and tell you straight out what I'm 
saying?"  I nodded.  "Are you absolutely sure?" he asked.

I was suddenly frozen.  My mind was working a million miles a 
minute.  This was important.  What the hell was he was going to 
say?  I felt an irrational panic set in and I began to 
hyperventilate.

"Easy, Scully," he cooed to me.  He was waiting patiently for an 
answer.  His calmness was maddening.

"I don't know what you're going to say," I croaked out.

He nodded.  "Umm, that is a risk," he said, still maintaining 
that frightening control.

"I think ... I think I need to know," I whispered.

Both hands came up to cup my face this time.  He leaned in till 
his nose was nearly touching mine.  "I let them believe it, 
Scully, because I want it to be true."

I gasped.  "Mulder, you're crazy!" I cried.  It was all I could 
think of to say.

He merely chuckled.  "Yes, but I've been called worse," he 
joked.

"Stop joking!" I nearly shouted.

He was suddenly very serious.  "Look at me."

I forced my eyes up to meet his.  "I'm serious as a heart 
attack, Scully.  You're my best friend, the most important 
person in the world to me.  I enjoy every minute I spend with 
you.  Sometimes though, these cases make me realize what's 
important in life, and what I'm missing."

"You want a relationship and I'm the closet female in your life, 
so you've fixated on me," I said.  My mind immediately supplied 
a scenario that didn't allow for my emotions to enter into it, 
or his either, for that matter.

"Don't insult me, Scully," he said.  I heard the first edge of 
anger in his voice that I'd heard since this began.  He dropped 
his hands and sat back.

I stared at him and felt tears sting the backs of my eyelids.  
Why was I so afraid?  This was Mulder.  No matter what, he was 
my friend, above all else.  "What does that mean?" I asked.

He reached up, letting his thumb brush my temple lightly and I 
shivered.  "It means even though you're my best friend, 
sometimes I realize that friendship isn't enough."

I felt like a deer in the headlights now.  I had no idea what to 
say.  I opened my mouth and closed it a couple of times, no 
sound making its way out.  I began to pant, wanting to pull away 
and wanting to dive closer.  Jesus, I felt like I was falling 
off a cliff, totally out of control.  I couldn't focus.  I 
couldn't latch onto one single thought.

"What do you want?" I asked, realizing immediately that I was 
probably going to regret asking that question.

"In general or you want details?" he asked, sounding amused 
again.  He was infuriating me.

"Both," I blurted out, wondering who the hell was in control of 
my vocal chords.

His nose brushed mine, back and forth in an Eskimo kiss.  "In 
general, I want a life with you, Scully, outside of work.  I'm 
tired of being alone.  I'm tired of wanting you and having to 
hide it.  I'm tired of pretending I'm not totally in love with 
you."  This last was whispered and I saw fear spark in his eyes.

I gasped out, "Mulder."  It seemed to be the only thing I could 
get out, his name.

"You never answered my question," he said.

"Which one?" I asked.

"Do you ever think about it, marriage?"

"With you, you mean?" I asked, my voice actually cracking at the 
end.

He nodded.  "No, with some stranger," he said sarcastically.

"Mulder, this is moving too fast.  We've never even kissed.  
You're asking me about my feelings on marriage, to think about 
what it would be like, to consider being with you that way."  I 
was babbling and couldn't seem to help it.

"I can fix that."

"Fix what?"

He didn't say anything.  He just leaned down and pressed his 
mouth over mine.  His lips were warm and soft and moved gently 
over mine, drawing a gentle moan from the back of my throat.  
His tongue darted out to lick my lips, first the top one then 
the bottom one.  "Jesus," I gasped.

He smiled and then tipped my head, deepening the kiss.  His 
tongue prodded my teeth.  I was afraid to open my mouth.  One 
hand left my face and slid down over my shoulder.  When I felt 
his big hand encase my breast and squeeze gently, I moaned 
loudly.  My mouth fell open and his tongue took advantage.  It 
slid inside slowly, lapped at the roof of my mouth, and then 
tangled with my own tongue.

We kissed for a while.  I have no idea how much time passed.  He 
was slow, gentle, deep and thorough, exploring my mouth, 
pressing me more tightly against him.  Before I knew it, I was 
flat on my back and wondering how I'd gotten there.  He finally 
broke the kiss.  I was panting and mortified that my body had 
betrayed me.  I was embarrassed that the moment his lips had 
touched mine, my brain went on pause, and I'd known nothing but 
the searing arousal of being the focus of Fox Mulder's ardor.

His forehead landed gently on mine.  "Forget marriage for now," 
he said.  "What about letting me make love to you?" he asked 
gently.

"Mulder, my God.  What?"  I stopped, not knowing what the hell I 
had meant to say.  I was completely befuddled.  Two thoughts 
kept alternating in my head.  One was that I never thought I was 
his type or that he looked at me this way.  The second was that 
I'd never wanted anything so bad in my entire life.  The 
question was if it was worth the risk.  "It would change 
everything," I said.

He nodded.  "I hope so."  He stared again, his eyes mapping 
every detail of my face and I felt like a bug under microscope.  
"You're so beautiful to me, Scully."

"Thanks.  Where is this coming from?  Why now?" I rattled out 
the questions in a desperate attempt to slow things down.  We 
should talk about this.

"Because I realized I liked pretending I was married to you, 
Scully.  I realized that I've been," he said, cutting off 
suddenly.

"Been?"

"I don't know ... tangled up ... my feeling for you.  I've been 
suppressing them for a long time."

"And what?  You suddenly can't stand it anymore?"

He swallowed.  "I'm lonely, Scully.  I'm downright depressed at 
times."

"Why?"

He looked at me like he was getting exasperated.  "Whenever I 
leave you, even just to go home for the weekend and I know that 
I'm not going to see you until Monday," he said, then he paused.  
"I feel so blue, and so conflicted, always weighing the pros and 
cons of telling you how I feel, what I want."

"Tangled and blue?" I said, latching onto those two words for 
some reason.

"Yup.  All tangled up in blue, Scully."

"I don't know what to say," I replied.

He shifted and I felt his erection press into my thigh and 
gasped again.  "Yes or no, Scully.  If the answer is no, I'll 
respect that, but it means I have to leave now."

I knew what he was saying.  He was aroused.  He wouldn't be able 
to stay here and not bring this scenario to its logical 
conclusion.  To push him away, even now could damage our 
relationship forever, not to mention being just plain cruel.  
I'd allowed it to go this far.

The bottom line was that I wanted this.  I was so tried of 
worrying about the consequences of my actions, always thinking 
things through so carefully.  It was fucking exhausting 
sometimes.

He leaned down and buried his nose in my neck and hair.  I felt 
his lips brush my neck. "Yes, or no, Scully.  Decide now."

"Is this just you needing to take care of your physical needs?  
Tired of being alone that way?"

He lifted his head.  "Do you honestly think I would use you 
like that?" he asked, sounding hurt.

I immediately realized how absurd that was.  "I'm sorry, Mulder, 
I just need to know," I said, cutting myself off again, not sure 
what I needed here that I wasn't getting.

Then he gave it to me.

"I love you, Scully.  That's what this is about.  Nothing else.  
I love you, and I want to show you the only way I know how."

My tears fell.  I couldn't stop them this time.  He kissed them 
off my face and sat up to remove his weight from my body.  I 
felt the rush of cool air and nearly yelped at the feeling of 
emptiness when I realized he was leaving.  He thought I was 
saying no.  No response meant no to him.  He was such a 
gentleman.  Most guys took no answer for a yes.  Not my Mulder.

My Mulder.  Yes, that's I wanted and it was within my grasp.  He 
was on his feet and reaching for his jacket, the obvious bulge 
in his dress slacks like a beacon to my eye.  He was doing 
nothing to hide it.  He must be sick and tired of the games.  
He'd handled all this with the conviction of a man that didn't 
care about the outcome, just needed it to be over.

I sat up quickly and grabbed his hand.  "Don't go," I said, 
sounding frantic even to my own ears.

"You know what it means if I stay?" he inquired.

"Yes," I said simply and met his gaze again.  He dropped his 
coat but didn't sit down.  He tugged me to my feet instead.

"It means I'm not sleeping on the couch," he confirmed.

I nodded and turned, not letting go of my hand and he followed 
me placidly into the bedroom.  I turned and felt nervousness 
invade me again.  I was trembling and hoped it didn't show.  I 
should have known better.

"Are you afraid?" he asked.

"No, but I'm nervous," I admitted.

"Why?"

"Why?  Jesus, Mulder."  I crossed my arms over my chest.  He 
stepped into me and grasped my wrists gently, removing them 
from their locked position.  I let him do it.

"Don't hide from me.  No more.  I won't hurt you.  I will love 
what I see.  I know I will."

I swallowed harshly and let my arms fall to my sides.

Thus began the most erotic seduction of my life.

Fox Mulder had been given a green light and despite my fear, I'd 
been the one that gave it to him.  I knew I had to surrender or 
be mowed down.  He touched me and it was like a switch had been 
flipped somewhere.  I suddenly knew that it would be all right, 
better than all right, perfect.

He undressed me slowly and then stared into my eyes as he 
undressed himself.  He obviously wasn't in a hurry.  Somehow, 
the few times I'd imagined this happening, it had been in a 
flurry of emotions, arms, legs and unleashed passion that would 
explode when one or both of us could no longer contain it.

Instead, it was soft, slow, erotic, but certainly no less 
arousing or passionate because of that.

We were finally naked and I marveled at the beauty of his body.  
It simply wasn't fair when someone hit the Pick 6 in the genetic 
lottery the way Mulder had.  His body was perfection from the 
tip of his toes to the top of his head.  His biceps were larger 
than I remembered, his chest defined and more cut than I 
remembered.  I let my eyes wander down and let out the breath I 
was holding when I saw his washboard abdomen and the towering 
shaft of his cock, hard and engorged, evidence of his desire for 
me.


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PART 2 (NC-17) 
DANA SCULLY'S APARTMENT 
FRIDAY EVENING - 8:00 PM

"You're so beautiful," I breathed out, cupping her face again.  
I lowered my face and kissed her again.  My hands wouldn't stay 
idle though and I slid them down her neck, over her shoulders 
and arms, only to come back up and cup her breast.

She moaned into my mouth and I felt my cock twitch with 
anticipation.  This was really going to happen.  Jesus, I hoped 
she didn't stop me.  I would leave if she did, but Goddamn, I'd 
waited so long for this.

I pulled her panties off and stepped back just to stare.  She 
looked like a little china doll.  Her skin was smooth, soft and 
so white, she nearly glowed.  "Beautiful," I whispered and she 
gave me a nervous smile.

I pulled her to me again and looked at her until her gaze met 
mine.  "I love your eyes," I said spontaneously.

She smiled.  "I've always loved yours, too."

"They're so blue," I said stupidly.

She smiled.  "I'm glad you like them."

"I'd rather be tangled up in that blue," I said, feeling like a 
dork.

Apparently she thought it was poetic, because I saw wetness pool 
in her eyes and they became even more vividly blue and bright.  
I kissed her, feeling her nipples brush my chest.  I crushed her 
to me, and let my hand fall on her ass, pulling her up and 
grinding against her slowly.

She groaned.  "The bed, Mulder."

"Oh yeah, the bed," I said with a grin.

We laid down facing one another and I gently pushed her onto her 
back.  I remained on my side and leaned over to suckle her 
nipple.  She moaned again and I delighted in the sounds I was 
producing.  I gently rolled the opposite nipple between my index 
finger and thumb and she pushed her chest into my face.

I moved up, kissing her neck and then her jaw, and placing small 
kisses on her cheeks, her eyelids and her forehead.  She pulled 
me down into a deep kiss and our tongues danced together again.

My hard-on was throbbing, aching to be inside her.  She hadn't 
said she loved me, but I knew she did.  Maybe not the way I 
loved her, but I was willing to take whatever she would give me.  
I simply couldn't stand the loneliness and indecision anymore.

I had to have her.

I moved between her legs and she spread them wide.  I cupped her 
rear end.  My cock was raging hard and needed no help finding 
her wet, moist juncture.  I pushed gently, feeling my cock head 
separate the lips of her tight, little slit.  The head slipped 
in and I felt her muscles close around me.

Holy shit.  This was going to be so good.

She gasped and said, "Yes, do it."

I groaned and slid myself inside her carefully, giving her time 
to adjust.  I hissed, "Sssooo tight.  Jesus, Scully."

"More, I want more," she moaned.

I kissed her and pressed inside until I could go no further.  
She moaned again and I ground myself into her, angling for every 
millimeter.  This felt so good; I wondered if I could survive 
it.

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I'd never felt anything like this before.  His shaft was long 
and thick.  It was touching places in me that had never been 
touched.  He backed out until just his glans remained inside.  
Then the full length of his thick cock was speeding back inside 
like a freight train, crashing into the center of my belly.

"Oh God!" I shouted.

He retreated and did it again, again, and again.  I was moaning 
incoherently and couldn't seem to catch my breath.  I felt a 
gigantic shudder pass through me, starting at the nape of my 
neck.  It flew down towards the base of my spine and then 
traveled the length of my vagina, causing it to spasm and clench 
on his hardness.  He was so big and hard and it felt so good.  
It had been way too long.

"Yes, God, Mulder.  It's been so long."

He grunted and continued to plow into me, curiously rough and 
gentle at the same time.  He was holding back, not wanting to 
hurt me, but I could sense his urgency, his desire to slam into 
me as hard as he could.  I honestly didn't know if I could take 
it.

The shudders continued and I felt him grow bigger still within 
me.  This tiny addition of bulk was enough to make me cry out 
and begin flailing as the most intense orgasm of my life swept 
through me.

I was totally out of control, my arms and legs vibrating, my 
hips and ass cheeks skidding on the sheets under the force of 
his thrusts.  My cervix felt like it was convulsing and it kept 
contracting and releasing every time his up-surging cock 
barreled into it.  Wave after wave of dizzying relief swept 
through me.  I felt my body straining towards his, my back 
arching.  Moans of incredulous wonder flew out of my mouth as 
seconds went by.  I thought it would end, but impossibly, the 
orgasm continued.

He shouted, "Oh my God!  Christ, Scully!"

My body felt ravaged and I didn't care.  He was breaking me wide 
open after so many years.  I was on the verge of sobbing and I 
shouted out, "I love you so much!"

He bellowed, roaring in my ear.  "Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh, FUCK!"

I felt his cock twitch and begin firing his seed deep inside me.  
I was trembling with aftershocks as he emptied himself in 
several long, drawn out ejaculations that left him gasping.  He 
collapsed into the cradle of my thighs and I hugged him tightly 
to me, not wanting to release him.

He moaned and panted, trying to regain his breath.  Finally, his 
breathing calmed.  "You love me?" he asked softly, as though he 
wasn't sure he heard me right.

I smiled and kissed the top of his head that was resting under 
my chin.  "Yes.  I love you, Mulder.  No more blue."

"Your eyes, I'll take that blue," he said.  "Scully-blue."

"Okay," I agreed and smiled.  He kissed my neck and nuzzled me.  
I shivered and he slowly withdrew.  After pulling up the covers 
around us, he pulled me over on my side and spooned up behind 
me.

"Hey, Scully?"

"Yeah?"

"Think about it, okay?" he asked.

I didn't have to ask what he was talking about.  Marriage.  
Jesus, that was a big step.  Then again, so was this.  I 
couldn't picture myself with anyone else.  "I will," I 
whispered.

"Let me know what you think, would ya?" he mumbled.

I chuckled.  "You'll be the first to know, Mulder."

"Oh good," he said, barely audible and then he was asleep.  I 
relaxed into his embrace.  I was glad he'd made the first move.  
I didn't know if I ever could have been the one to take the 
risk.  He was a brave man, braver than anyone knew.

I was in love.  The rest would have to work itself out.  As long 
as he was with me, I knew it would be all right, whatever 
happened.

THE END.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:  This fic was inspired by a song, although I 
didn't include it in the fic cause I'm not much of a songfic 
person.  It's called, "Only Wanna Be With You," by "Hootie and 
the Blowfish".

You and me 
We come from different worlds 
You like to laugh at me 
When I look at other girls 
Sometimes you're crazy 
And you wonder why 
I'm such a baby 
Cause the Dolphins make me cry 

[Chorus:] Well there's nothing I can do 
I only wanna be with you 
You can call me your fool 
Only wanna be with you 

You look at me,
You got nothin' left to say.
I'm gonna pout at you 
until I get my way 
I won't dance 
You won't sing 
I just wanna love you 
But you wanna wear my ring 
And there's nothin' I can do 
Only wanna be with you.

Put on a little Dylan 
sitting on a fence 
I say that line is great 
You ask me what I meant by 
"Said I shot a man named Gray 
Took his wife to Italy 
She inherited a million bucks 
And when she died it came to me 
I can't help it if "I'm lucky" 
Only wanna be with you 
Ain't Bobby so cool 
Only wanna be with you


Yeah I'm tangled up in blue 
Only wanna be with you 
You can call me your fool 
Only wanna be with you 

Sometimes I wonder 
If it will ever end 
You get so mad at me 
When I go out with my friends 
Sometimes you're crazy 
And you wonder why 
I'm such a baby yeah 
The Dolphins make me cry 
Well there's nothing I can do 
Only wanna be with you 
You can call me your fool 
Only wanna be with you 

Yeah I'm tangled up in blue 
Only wanna be with you