TITLE: Heart's Desire
EMAIL: cybill@pacbell.net
AUTHOR: Cybill 
RATING: NC-17
CLASSIFICATION: MSR, SMUT 
SPOILERS: Up to Season 6 (none really)
KEYWORDS: Mulder/Scully Romance
DISCLAIMER: If I owned them, they'd never make 
it out of bed to investigate. 
SUMMARY: Mulder is not quite feeling like 
himself. Scully doesn't know what to think. 
Madame FeFe casts a spell and everyone lives 
happily ever after. Isn't that how these things 
are supposed to go? 
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This fic was created from the BTT challenge and 
is dedicated to the author ML. This was my 
first challenge fic. Thank you to all the 
wonderful Truthseekers for taking Opus and I 
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virtual hugs to you all!

The challenge element: Use the phrase "she knew 
it was wrong, but did it anyway..." in your 
fic. I think I used it three times...do I get 
extra points for that? <grin>

DAY 1 - Monday

She knows it is wrong, but she does it anyway. 
He wants proof? He'll have his proof. I just 
hope that he's ready for it. A sly grin adorns 
her face. Ask and you shall receive; the cliche 
spins a web of certainty within her mind. 

She holds up a small vial containing a 
shimmering pink powder. Two pinches of this and 
he'll have undeniable proof. 

"Be careful what you wish for, dear Agent 
Mulder, you just might get it," she whispers to 
the empty room, following it with a small 
giggle. 

Hopefully, the redhead with little faith will 
be accommodating, she thinks as she returns 
with the tea. Giving him a once-over, she 
confirms what she already knew. With a male 
specimen like that, no woman in her right mind 
would deny him his heart's desire. 

Especially if that desire is her. 

She knows it is wrong, but she does it anyway. 
She hands him the tea and as she touches his 
hand, she casts the spell. 

XXX

He folds his long legs into the passenger side 
of the car. He balls up his blazer and throws 
it in the back. His face looks ashen. "Mulder, 
what's wrong with you?" 

"Scully, uh, I...I don't know." I feel his 
forehead and he's a bit warm, but no fever. "My 
stomach has butterflies and I feel...warm all 
over. I think...I think that Madame FeFe in 
there slipped me a mickey. Probably in the 
tea." He clutches at his stomach. 

"What? No, Mulder. I had some of the tea and I 
don't feel sick." I bring my fingertips up to 
his brow and check his pupils. They're dilated 
and his eyes are trained on my chest. He's not 
making eye contact with me. What the hell is he 
looking at? I venture a glance down and realize 
that one of the buttons on my blouse has come 
undone and is currently giving my all-too-
attentive partner a nice cleavage shot. I blush 
uncontrollably. 

"No, Scully. She handed us that tea in separate 
cups. She didn't make it in front of us." His 
hand comes to rest on my upper thigh and he 
closes his eyes. He moves the hand on my thigh 
back and forth in a light caress as his 
breathing starts to settle into a steady 
rhythm. What is going on? His hand lightly 
creeps under the edge of my skirt, his 
fingertips wisping along my inner thigh. 
Immediately my body temperature rises and my 
own breathing becomes labored. 

"Mulder, what are you doing?" I look at him 
quizzically and then down to the hand that's 
creeping its way under my skirt. He opens his 
eyes and licks his lips.  

"Touching you is uh, it's...making me feel a 
little better," he stammers. "Although the need 
to touch you is becoming overwhelming. I don't 
understand." I lick my lips frantically as the 
concern for my partner grows. "God, Scully do 
you have any idea how beautiful you are?" Now I 
know something is wrong with him. His hand 
sporadically squeezes my inner thigh and I try 
to shift my legs so he can't move his hand any 
farther. He doesn't catch the hint. His other 
hand comes up to the side of my face, his thumb 
sweeps across my lips seductively. Holy hell. 
Why is this happening? 

"Mulder, you're not yourself." I move away from 
his lingering hand on my cheek and mouth. "Stay 
here, I'm going to go in and have a word with 
Madame FeFe." He looks panicked. "You'll be 
fine, just take deep breaths. I'll be right 
back." He starts breathing deep again and I 
quickly get out of the car. I look over my 
shoulder and Mulder has his head back on the 
head rest and his hand squeezing his temples. 
If she did something to harm him, she will pay. 
I take the steps to her cottage two at a time 
and bang on the oversized door. 

"Yes, darling," she says with a slight accent 
as she opens the door. "Did you forget 
something?" 

"What the hell did you do to my partner? He's 
feeling sick and acting strange." The woman 
smiles and snickers, completely pissing me off. 

"Do something to him? Not exactly. I gave him a 
pinch of reality, sweetie, that's all." She 
brushes at the black curls that have fallen 
into her face. 

"And what is that supposed to mean? He says you 
slipped something into his tea. What was it?" I 
pull out my gun and just about snarl at the 
women. 

"Calm down. It will wear off when he has 
received his heart's desire." She purses her 
lips and looks at me as if she's bored.

"His heart's desire. Why that?" I look over my 
shoulder and Mulder has his eyes trained on me. 
His look, even from this distance, is intense. 
It's as if he's staring a hole straight through 
me. 

"Well, darling, when you were using the 
restroom, he questioned me about my spells and 
the craft. He wanted proof. So I gave it to 
him," she says in what I perceive to be an evil 
tone. I'll kill her. God, give me the strength 
to get through this without putting a hole into 
her head. 

"So what you're saying is that you cast a spell 
and put something in his tea to prove your 
talent?" I say with disgust. She nods her head 
in agreement. "Okay, and this spell is broken 
when he receives his heart's desire. Which 
would be what, exactly?" 

She shrugs. "That I cannot reveal. But I have a 
feeling you'll be finding out shortly." She 
smiles widely and winks. Christ, this woman is 
driving me up the wall. 

"You have no idea what you may have done to 
him. His heart's desire is finding his sister, 
his sister who has been missing for twenty 
years." I just about scream into her face. "For 
all we know, she just may be dead." The woman 
shakes her head no several times. "No, no 
what?" 

"No, his heart's desire is not that, I've seen 
what it is. I do not practice black magick. I 
would never cast a spell that would react 
poorly on such a good-hearted man." I roll my 
eyes back behind my lids. I'm becoming 
unbelievably irritated. I move my hands in a 
"hurry-up" motion and venture a look towards 
the car. He's out of the car and leaning 
against the hood waiting for me to return. 
Madame Fefe looks over my shoulder and smiles. 
"His heart's desire is something that will 
complete his soul," she says matter-of-factly 
and crosses her arms over her chest. "Frankly, 
I believe I've done him a favor."

"Now what do I do for him? How can we reverse 
the spell?" She cringes at my tone. It's 
obvious that she couldn't care less. 

"You cannot reverse the spell. For the next 
week he will need to advance on his heart's 
desire or he will get sicker. However, if he 
doesn't deal with this problem, he will most 
certainly be doomed to a life of unhappiness." 
I pale. Oh God, no. I bring my gun to her head. 
"It will wear off in a week, I promise!" She 
recoils against her front door. "He asked for 
it!"  

"If he dies, I will kill you." My arm starts 
shaking and from out of nowhere, Mulder's arms 
surround me and his hands are pulling me back. 

"Scully, what are you doing?" He pulls the gun 
from my death grip and swings me around to face 
him. 

"Mulder, she cast a spell on you. You are going 
to continue to feel sick unless you achieve 
your heart's desire. She claims you wanted 
proof of her trade."

"She's right, I did. I asked her for proof. She 
said eventually I'd receive it." The woman 
smiles and nods her head in agreement. I'll 
kill her. I'm going to rip every one of those 
curls right off her head. Mulder holds me tight 
against his chest so I'm unable to lash out at 
her physically. 

"He will not die, Agent Scully. His desire will 
overtake him until he receives it. It will come 
and go, sometimes it will be easier to control, 
other times it will be something that is all-
encompassing. Depends on what the desire is." 
She winks at Mulder and then looks back at me 
and then to him. "You'll be fine, love, just 
don't deny yourself." With that, she enters her 
shop. "Call me in a couple days if you are 
still experiencing difficulty. I'll see what I 
have for severe cases where one is unable to 
achieve their desire and gets too sick. 
Regardless, it will pass in a week." She shuts 
the door and Mulder continues to hold me. 

"Scully, I'm fine. I'm feeling better already. 
It's probably nothing. Besides, when did you 
all of a sudden become a believer?" He holds me 
closer to him. 

"Fine, Mulder, but you're not leaving my sight 
for the next week." I move out of his grip. He 
cringes and raises his hand to his stomach. I 
could open the door and shoot her right now. I 
could. Just for harming a federal agent.

He clutches my hand and takes a deep breath in. 
We walk back to the car hand--in--hand. Strange. 
I break away from him and he just about runs to 
his side of the car and hops in quickly. God, 
I'm so worried about him. I don't know what to 
expect. His heart's desire? I doubt he even 
knows what that entails. I get in the car and 
he grabs my hand, intertwining his fingers with 
mine. Now what? He's probably just reassuring 
me that he's fine.

I look at him holding my hand; his thumb is 
moving slowly across the top. I pull the car 
away from the curb and head towards Georgetown. 
We should be there in an hour. His hand 
unclasps from mine and I exhale. Good. All this 
touching is unnerving me even more. His hand 
moves to my thigh once again. Looks like I 
spoke too soon. Damn. Doesn't he realize what 
this is doing to me?

I venture a look in his direction and again 
he's staring at me. "What, Mulder? Do I need to 
take you to a hospital?" He shakes his head no. 
His hand is continuing to make maddening treks 
down my thigh.

"Is this okay, Scully?" I look at him and he 
looks down at my thigh and his large hand 
covering its surface. I take in a deep breath 
to control my emotions and look back at him. I 
can't speak. He's looking at me as if he's the 
hungriest man in the world and I'm his next 
meal.  He really must be feeling horrible. I 
frown at him and he squeezes my thigh once 
again. "Scully..."

"Mulder, why?" I whisper. 

"It's making me feel better. Being near you 
always makes me feel better." His head falls 
back onto the headrest and he grins in my 
direction. He looks like a little kid who just 
found out he's getting what he asked for under 
the Christmas tree. He's acting so strange. 

"Mulder, I'm going to have the guys check out 
Madame FeFe. You may think she's legit, but we 
have no idea what she did to you. I want to 
know everything about her." I grip my hands 
into fists around the steering wheel, feeling a 
bit more calm and rational. 

"As long as I'm with you, I'll go along with 
anything." His hand creeps a little farther up 
my thigh and I put my foot on the gas. I need 
to get him home. He needs to rest. Maybe he'll 
sleep this off and it will be gone in the 
morning.  

XXX

What the hell is happening to me? My body feels 
flushed from head to toe. My heart is beating 
rapidly, and the need to copulate with my 
partner is becoming excruciating to my lower 
extremities. I need a cold shower. That's the 
cure-all. A very cold shower.

"Scully, mind if I take a shower?" She stops 
sifting through her mail and looks up at me. 
She says something in return but I can't hear 
her. Damn. My partner is sexy as hell. Her 
blazer is hanging over her kitchen chair; her 
legs are crossed in such a manner that I can 
see more of her thigh than usual, and she never 
did button that one that slipped loose earlier. 
I start breathing deeply and my vision becomes 
centered on her. Everything around her fades to 
black. Creamy skin; deep blue eyes; luscious, 
moist, red lips made just for kissing. 

Without thinking, I move over to her with all 
the stealth of a barracuda. She cowers back as 
I tower over her. Again, she's speaking. I hear 
nothing but the pounding in my chest, the 
desire swirling through my veins. Her eyes 
widen in shock as I grab her wrist and yank her 
to a standing position, bringing her hard 
against my chest. She balances herself by 
gripping my biceps tightly. She shakes the hair 
that has fallen into her face and I pounce. 

Lips crushing lips, arms around her back 
holding her tightly. My hands move up behind 
her head, gripping her face to mine. She gasps 
and my tongue enters her mouth roughly, taking 
what's mine. 

Mine. Mine. Mine. 

Too much, too much, too much.

Air, air, air. 

She pulls away from my mouth forcefully and 
sucks in a huge breath. Gasping and panting she 
looks at me as if she's been electrocuted, 
shocked. 

"Mul..." she gasps but doesn't finish. 

"Scully, oh God. I'm sorry. Really, I don't...I 
don't know what...what came over me." Panic is 
taking over. What did I just do to her, to us? 
She wipes her fingers over her mouth and 
straightens her hair, not meeting my eyes. "I'm 
sorry. Scully?" She shakes her head yes and 
moves out of my grasp. 

"It's, uh...it's okay, Mulder." She grips the 
back of the chair, steadying herself. "I said, 
the towels are in the linen closet next to the 
bathroom." 

She doesn't want to talk about this. She's just 
going to pretend that it never happened. 
Emotional abandonment. Great. I nod and make my 
way to the bathroom, pulling a towel from the 
closet as I pass. It's all downhill from here. 

XXX

Mulder just kissed me. He REALLY kissed me. Oh, 
and it was so good. I haven't been kissed like 
that...well, I have never been kissed quite 
like that. He was so animalistic, so 
passionate, so...charmed. No. No, Dana, don't 
even think that. That kiss had absolutely 
nothing to do with what took place today, other 
than the fact that he's been feeling sick and 
maybe has a fever. Right. That's it! A fever 
overtook him, and he wasn't reacting in his 
right mind. 

Whew, but that was some kiss. I felt it through 
my entire body. I lift up my hand to sweep my 
hair off my neck, trying to cool my overheated 
skin. God, it was fantastic. His body was warm 
against mine and he was kissing me with the 
tenaciousness of a man finally receiving what 
he wants. What he wants? No. Not me. I'm not 
what he wants. It was the fever, I remind 
myself. Wasn't it? 

I need to get out of these clothes and damp 
panties. They're reminders of how much I really 
enjoyed his overture. But why did he react like 
that? He had just asked me if he could take a 
shower, and then wammo! He was mauling me. 
Well, he wasn't mauling me per se, just overly 
friendly. Oh come on, Dana, be honest with 
yourself. The man you've wanted for years up 
and kissed you. Deal with it. But how? We've 
never discussed this before. Maybe I can just 
pretend like it didn't happen. Yes, that's what 
always works best for us. Just go about our 
evening. 

Food. We need to eat. I'll order Chinese and 
have it delivered. Then, straight to bed for 
us. I mean him on the couch and me in my 
bedroom. Jeez! Freud would have a field day 
with my frame of mind right now. As would 
Mulder. I take a deep breath and enter my 
sanctuary--my room. I feel much better already. 
I've got a perfect plan that once set into 
action will alleviate the tension. It's only a 
week. Just until I'm certain that the wicked 
witch of the west's "spell" has worn off. 
Spell, my ass. 

DAY 2 - Tuesday

Work was an experience in endurance. I don't 
know how I was ever able to sit in a room with 
her for an entire day and not want to boink her 
brains out. Adolescent? Oh yeah. Everything 
that occurred today I imagined her doing naked. 
Is it even possible to imagine someone naked in 
15 different scenarios over the course of one 
solitary day? No? Well, I have mastered it. It 
will be placed right up there with how many 
pencils I can shoot into the ceiling tiles of 
our basement office. And now it seems as though 
I have taken to not only asking myself 
questions in my mind, but answering them. 
Great.

You know, it wouldn't have been my fault if she 
hadn't bumped into me this morning only wearing 
a towel. She had forgotten I was there, left 
something in the other bathroom the night 
before, and I had to suffer the consequences of 
that error. Lucky me. Then again, how often do 
I get to see Scully dripping wet in only a 
towel. She was a vision of beauty. I was barely 
able to contain myself. It was pathetic really. 
She bumped into me and I banged myself into the 
wall behind me like a frightened child. 
Although little Mulder was lurching forward, 
towards the sweet nectar of the gods in the 
hopes of a taste, at least I was able to 
restrain the urge. Oh, but it was so hard. 
Hard, in every sense of the word known to 
mankind. 

"Mulder, I asked if you wanted chicken or 
spaghetti for dinner?" She saunters into the 
living room. She looks at me with her head 
cocked to the side. "Are you feeling ill 
again?" Aw, Doctor Scully is making an 
appearance. She's so considerate. Always 
concerned about my well-being. I want to say, 
"Why? Are you offering to fix my ailment, 
Doctor Scully?" and waggle my eyebrows 
suggestively, but I won't. The innuendo brings 
a whole new meaning to the suggestion for me 
right now. 

"Uh, I'm okay, Scully. Stomach is still 
unsettled but nothing a little spaghetti 
wouldn't fix," I hint. She smiles, nods her 
head in affirmation and ventures back into the 
kitchen. The unsettling in my stomach rumbles 
and twitches. Maybe I'm just getting sick? 
Stranger things have happened. I'll guess I 
should see if Scully needs a little help. 

I walk through the living room and lean against 
the archway, watching her break the noodles and 
toss them into the pot. Her hair is glistening 
under the fluorescent light above. It shines 
brighter red than the burner boiling the 
noodles. Her hand comes up to her face and 
pushes a stray lock of hair behind her ear. Her 
pale-skinned neck is in stark contrast against 
the navy of her sweater. Her beauty is 
ethereal. How is it that she doesn't know the 
power she holds over the opposite sex?

My hands start to shake as I watch her. I shove 
them into my pockets without her noticing I'm 
in the room. The need to just touch her lately 
is overwhelming. It's a mystery actually. Years 
of pent up sexual tension for this delectable 
woman and now, I'm having a hard time 
containing it? Why? Maybe I've just had enough 
of pretending I don't care for her in a manner 
other than friendship. 

She grabs the pot to pour the noodles into the 
strainer. "Need any help?" She jumps and the 
pot falls about 10 inches to the counter 
splattering her hand with boiling water. 

"Oooooouuuuuuuuchhhhhhh" she screams while 
jumping back. I'm behind her in an instant, 
pulling her to me. She shakes her hand 
frantically and I grip her wrist and bring her 
hand up to look at the burn. Her thumb 
sustained most of the damage and she tries to 
pull it from my grasp. "Damn, it burns!" 

Without thinking I place her thumb into my 
mouth, swirling my tongue around the tender 
skin. She gasps and I continue to bathe the 
digit softly. She tilts back and I sweep my 
other arm around her waist, holding her to me 
while I comfort her. After her breathing 
settles a bit I remove the digit from my mouth 
and place light tender licks and kisses all 
over her hand. "Mul...deerrrrr". I don't meet 
her eyes. Instead, I turn her hand over and 
place one last lingering kiss into her palm. 
 
"See, all better." She opens her mouth but 
doesn't respond. I'm still holding her body to 
me and this realization shocks me as if I was 
the one burned. I pull back and she sways, 
leaning against the counter. The heat in the 
air is stifling. She shakes her head as if 
she's trying to avoid a pesky gnat, possibly 
clearing her thoughts. "What can I help with?" 
I reiterate. 

"Well, you could help me clean up this mess. 
I'm such a klutz today. I don't know what's 
gotten into me." Her face reddens. "A steady 
hand is a pathologist's most important tool." 
She bites her lip and turns toward the sink. 

"In your defense, I startled you. I wouldn't be 
turning in the scalpel just yet." We both laugh 
and I'm proud that I was able to diffuse the 
tension with a little humor. I just hope it 
lasts. 

XXX

I can't believe he did that. The minute he put 
my thumb into his mouth I was completely 
entranced by him. Everything moved in slow 
motion. The swirling of his tongue around my 
burned thumb, the tenderness with which he 
later kissed my hand, and--the mother of them 
all--his sensuously kissing my palm. Now that, 
I didn't imagine, and can't interpret as his 
not feeling well. But why now? 

I look over at him and he's trying hard not to 
make eye contact with me. It's as if he's 
embarrassed by his actions in the kitchen. I'm 
not embarrassed per se, although I am surprised 
at my body's reaction to what occurred. That 
must be the problem. In the past two days he's 
made more advances on me physically than in all 
the years we've worked together. Even in the 
office today it was as though he made a 
concerted effort to touch me any way he could 
without being too obvious. 

How am I supposed to get through an entire week 
of this? I twirl the spaghetti around my fork, 
watching its form snake around the utensil. 
Much like how Mulder's been skating around me. 
He's already invaded my personal space more 
times than necessary, but what's the reason?

I peek up and he's finally looking at me, 
staring actually. God, this is getting 
unnerving. I put the spaghetti into my mouth 
and slurp the noodles that fell from their 
spiral. His mouth opens and his eyes dilate. Oh 
no, it's happening again. I think he's seeing 
me, but not. Is that possible? 

"Mulder." He doesn't hear me. I grab his hand 
across the table and he clutches it 
protectively. "Mulder ... are you okay?" He 
licks his lips. "Mulder," I say louder. That 
finally seems to get through to him. He shakes 
his head and the color in his eyes return. 
"Mulder, you're scaring me. I think we need to 
get you checked out." 

"No," he says and pulls his hand away from 
mine. "I'm fine. Really." He makes a small 
smile that doesn't reach his eyes.

"Mulder, I'm worried about you. I don't think 
you're being honest with me."

"Scully, I'm always honest with you," he says 
quickly in defense. 

"Fine." I get up from the table, bringing my 
half-eaten dinner into the kitchen. If he 
doesn't want to tell me, fine. I can respect 
that. He doesn't have to. There's more times 
than not that I've kept my own emotions locked 
away. 

I hear his steps behind me, approaching 
tentatively. I pretend I don't hear him and 
rinse my dinner plate. He sets his on the 
counter to my left and brings his hands up to 
my shoulders. I sigh loud enough for him to 
hear my irritation. His fingers skim my neck, 
causing me to shiver. His chest comes in 
contact with my back and his fingers start to 
massage my shoulders. Awww...so good. I lean 
back into him as his chin comes to rest on the 
top of my head. 

"Scully, I'm okay. Yes, I'm still feeling 
slightly under the weather, but I think it's 
just a cold. Nothing to worry about." He stops 
massaging and brings his face next to mine, 
leaning his head where his lips meet my ear. "I 
appreciate your concern." The proximity of his 
lips on my ear is rattling to my senses. It's 
as if I'm hypersensitive to his touch. His 
hands move to my waist and he places a soft 
kiss against the side of my jaw. Oh Jesus, did 
it just get warm in here? "I'm going to take a 
shower." He says against my ear and then he 
pulls away. I feel cold immediately with the 
loss of his warm body against mine. 

I take a few moments in stunned silence trying 
to figure out what's happening between us. 
First the car, then the kiss, the touches, the 
burn experience, and now this? I'm so confused. 

XXX

Day 3 - Wednesday 

Oh my god, the pain is excruciating. What the 
fuck is happening to me? I can hardly feel my 
legs due to the pain in my stomach and the 
whopping migraine pounding in my temples is one 
step away from blinding. I take deep breaths 
and tilt back in my office chair trying to find 
some semblance of relief. Nothing's working. 
Hell, maybe I do need medical attention. 

Where is she? I need her here. Something is 
definitely wrong with me. This is not the flu 
or a bad cold. She should be back by now. She 
said the consultation over at Quantico would be 
quick. It's been over two hours. The minute she 
left our office the pain started and has now 
reached unfathomable levels. I look over at the 
clock for the umpteenth time. Where is she?! 

Okay, I'm going to call her. I can't handle 
this. My arm reaches out and shakily presses 
the speaker button on the phone and the button 
for speed dial one. It rings and rings. Her 
voicemail picks up and I disconnect before the 
beep. Where is she? She said it would be a 
quick consultation, no more than an hour. Oh 
God, what if something happened to her? What if 
one of our enemies is watching me and taking 
this moment of weakness to take revenge on us? 
No, please no. 

The door swings open and she comes bustling 
into the office. "Hi Mul...oh God, what's 
wrong?" She drops the files and her jacket 
where she stands and rushes over to me. Her 
hands immediately come to my face to check my 
temperature. I'm sure she'll find it boiling. 
Aw, that's nice. Her hands are cool and 
welcoming. I lean into her palms cupping my 
cheeks. The jack-hammering in my temples starts 
to subside and I sigh happily. 

"I'm so happy you're here." I clasp her hands 
to my face comfortingly. "You're so much cooler 
than I am." 

"I'll say. Mulder, you're sick. You need to get 
to a doctor"

"That's why I have you." I look up at her face. 
Those worry lines have appeared on her brow and 
her face is contorted into a grimace. 

"No, Mulder, you have me to knock some sense 
into you. Can you stand?" She leans forward and 
grabs my waist helping me to an upright 
position. 

"Now I can. Before you got here I felt almost 
paralyzed. Now that you're here it's as if a 
weight has been lifted. I'm already feeling 
better." Amazing, but true.

"Oh, no. No you don't, Mulder. I'm taking you 
to the doctor and I don't want to hear one 
word." I open my mouth to protest, "No. You 
need medical attention and I'm going to make 
sure you receive it. I don't care if I have to 
drag you kicking and screaming. This is non-
negotiable." Damn, she's hot when she's 
demanding. 

XXX

"What do you mean, there's nothing physically 
wrong with him?" I practically yell at Dr. 
Jacobsen. This is unbelievable. Maybe I need to 
get a second opinion. 

"I'm sorry, Dr. Scully, but I've run all the 
tests, checked all of his levels and there's 
nothing medically wrong with him. It sounds as 
if he had an anxiety attack. Those are the 
symptoms he showed, right?" 

"Well, technically, yes. But I've seen this 
happen to him right in front of me. He's 
experienced fever, blackening of vision, 
dizziness and strange behavioral bouts that I 
wouldn't attribute to an anxiety attack." The 
doctor is looking at me apologetically. 

"I understand that it is unusual for your 
friend to have this particular problem, but it 
is not unheard of. It can be attributed to 
stress from overexerting oneself..."  

"I know all of the possible causes, Dr. 
Jacobsen. I took that in class in medical 
school," I remind him. "This just doesn't fit 
what I've experienced with him. Why would he go 
from severe pain in his stomach and temples to 
a dull ache for no apparent reason?" Am I 
speaking to a brick wall? Is he not paying 
attention? 

He looks to Mulder and then to me. "May I speak 
with you privately for a moment?" The doctor 
gestures for me to move outside of the room and 
away from Mulder. 

"Mulder, I'll just be a minute." He waves his 
hand and rests his head against the pillow. 

"Dr. Scully, I know that you are being told 
what he is feeling, but do you think it's 
possible that he may be faking the extremity of 
his problem for attention?" What?! I roll my 
eyes. "Maybe he's trying to get the attention 
of a pretty young doctor. I've seen it a 
million times." 

"Dr. Jacobsen, he is not an acquaintance of 
mine or a stranger. This man is my partner and 
friend. He wouldn't lie to me about something 
like this. He's not making it up." I shake my 
head angrily. "No, I believe this is happening 
to him, and I will find out, with or without 
your medical assistance." I open the door to 
Mulder's room and slam the door behind me. 

"Mulder, we're out of here. Get your things. 
We're going home." He leaps off the bed all too 
easily and I watch warily. No, he's just 
feeling better. He didn't lie.

We leave the hospital and get into the car. 
"Scully, I think I know what's happening to 
me." 

"Well, I don't believe you were having anxiety 
attacks, that's for sure. I'm going to do some 
research at home, make some calls..." He puts 
his hand on my thigh which stops me mid-
sentence. 

"Scully, I think we're forgetting the obvious." 

I look at him, eyebrow raised. "Go on?" 

"Well, just consider the possibility that this 
has something to do with Madame FeFe and her 
spell." I smile uncontrollably. "No, Scully, 
listen. She said I was going to get sick and 
due to my recent behavior and actions, I'd say 
that's exactly what's happening." 

"Look, as angry as I was the other day, after 
reviewing the situation, it's highly 
implausible that a spell has anything to do 
with what you've been experiencing." We head 
into our familiar bantering. 

"We've seen stranger things. Originally, I 
doubted her talent. I've experienced others who 
have had the gift and honestly, I didn't 
believe her myself, but after the past couple 
days, it seems as though I've gotten my proof." 

"Mulder, we've experienced nothing of the kind. 
This is a medical condition and just because 
Dr. Jacobsen was unable to find the cause 
doesn't mean I won't." He sighs loudly and it 
seems to echo in the confined space. "Okay, 
fine, let's think about this rationally. If 
Madame FeFe's prediction or spell, whatever 
you'd like to call it is correct, then the way 
to cure it is to achieve your heart's desire." 
He nods his head in agreement.  "So, what's 
your heart's desire?"

"I'd imagine that of everything, I want to find 
Samantha. That's what we've been searching for, 
that's been my quest for longer than I can 
remember." He seems to consider his answer 
quietly to himself. 

"Exactly, Mulder. But when I asked that very 
question, she said that was not your heart's 
desire, that she knows what it is, and...it was 
something that would complete your soul." 

"Complete my soul?". 

"Yes, something that's your heart's desire and 
that would complete your soul. Samantha would 
be it. That being said, it completely disproves 
the notion that you are suffering the effects 
of a spell." Ha ha, I win! He can't rebut. He's 
gone quiet and stares out the window. 

"There's more to it that we're missing," he 
shakes his head, looking dismayed. "I need to 
talk to Madame FeFe."

"Why bother? There's nothing she can tell you 
that will cure your sudden onset of illness."

"Then it couldn't hurt. I'll call her 
tomorrow." He's apparently not going to let 
this go. 

"You do that." We're silent the rest of drive 
to my apartment.

XXX

I have to be near her. The pain is back and the 
only way I feel better is to be near her. Maybe 
Dr. Jacobsen was right. I could very well be 
having panic attacks. Why? I don't know. 
There's no reason for them. It doesn't matter, 
my heart is beating rapidly against my chest 
and I feel cold, so cold. My teeth start 
chattering as I enter her room. 

The minute the door opens, she wakes. "Mulder?" 

"Scully, I'm cold, I just...I just need to be 
near you." She pulls back the covers in 
invitation for me to sit. 

"Come here, let me feel your head." I sit and 
she once again puts her soft, small hands on my 
forehead. They act like a healing balm. 
"Mulder, you're warm, not cold."

"I don't know why, but being near you makes it 
better. Scully, I don't understand and I can't 
explain it," I whimper. 

"Try," she whispers in the dark room. I can 
barely see her silhouette from the small amount 
of moonlight shining through her blinds. 

"It's...it's strange. I was on the couch, my 
stomach stared churning almost like butterflies 
fluttering, a headache started to form and I 
got really cold. I swear it's what you feel 
when you've got the flu. Then..." I struggle to 
continue. 

XXX 

"Then..." I encourage him to continue.   

"Then I get near you and the symptoms subside. 
Sitting here with you, the headache dissipates 
quickly. When I touch you, my stomach stops 
churning." He puts his hands on my waist. His 
rigid body relaxes into a slumped sitting 
position. "When I hold you," he continues, "I'm 
warm again." He brings me into a tender hug. 
His hands sweep up and down my back, the 
lightest of touches but I can feel it 
everywhere. Funny, I get warm when he holds me, 
too. 

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

"You don't have to say anything. Under normal 
circumstances I would never ask, but can I 
sleep here?" I think about it for long moments. 
He's still holding me against his chest. It's 
the most comfortable place, I know I'd sleep 
soundly with him lying next to me, but it is 
wrong on so many different levels. Without my 
answer he moves to pull away. "I'm sorry, 
Scully. I shouldn't have asked. I don't know 
what I was thinking." 

I grab his wrist, stopping him from getting up 
from the bed. "You can sleep here. Of course 
you can." What am I doing? "We're friends, best 
friends." Who am I trying to convince, him or 
me? "Come on, lie back." I fluff the pillow I 
was just using and he lays his head down. I 
turn and lie back on the other side of the bed, 
the side normally unused, and make myself 
comfortable. His hand is holding mine under the 
comforter and his body relaxes completely, but 
he doesn't loosen his grasp. I can tell he's 
already falling asleep by his breathing 
pattern. I close my eyes and hope I made the 
right decision. 


Day 4 - Thursday

"Mmmmm, Scully, yeah, right...oh yeah, right 
there." 

Hot, I'm very hot. I wake slowly to a body 
completely encircling mine and my name being 
murmured into my ear. Where am I? I wake more 
fully and remember the evening before. It's 
Mulder. I relax back into a light comfortable 
doze. 

"You like that? Mmmmmm, I could do this to you 
all day." Whoa! His hand comes up and clasps my 
right breast. Oh God. I can't move easily 
because half his body is covering mine. His 
face is lying near mine and his lips are 
grazing my ear. Hell, I need to remove myself 
from this. It's obvious he's having a dream, a 
very good one. 

"Scully...mmm, soooooo good." He's dreaming 
about me! Oh God. His hand squeezes my breast 
and slides down my ribcage. Okay, good, now I 
can think straight. I have to get out of this. 
He doesn't know what he's doing. 

As I move, his hand creeps underneath my night 
shirt and his warm palm closes around my breast 
once again. I moan automatically. "Mmmmm," he 
says in return. His fingers swirl around my 
nipple and I try to tell myself not to respond 
to his touch. I need to remove myself from him, 
to wake him up, but I can't find the energy to 
move or speak. It's just too much. His lips 
start nipping at my ear and breathing heavily 
against one of my most sensitive erogenous 
zones. He moves his leg and grinds a very 
impressive erection against my hip. Oh hell, I 
need to get out of this somehow, but...oh, but 
it feels so good. When was the last time I had 
a man in my bed, a man touching and rubbing his 
desire for me against my body? And, to take the 
cake, mmmmmm...it's Mulder!

His fingers pinch my nipple as his lips skim 
down the column of my neck. "Mulllldddeerrr," I 
moan out loud, urging him on. His body goes 
still and in reaction I follow suit. Oh shit, 
he woke up. Should I pretend to be asleep? I 
close my eyes and try to control my breathing 
but it doesn't work. I'm so aroused I'm 
basically panting. His hand makes a slow 
decent, withdrawing from my shirt, and he turns 
his body away from me, lying on his back. Crap. 

I turn over to face him and watch as he 
torments himself. His hands are clenched into 
fists covering his eyes. "'I'm sorry' isn't 
going to be enough," he says through clenched 
teeth. 

"Mulder, you were dreaming, I was dreaming. 
We're not used to sleeping next to another 
person. Your response was perfectly natural." I 
try to say it clinically, but fail miserably.  

"It's not perfectly natural, Scully, not for 
us. I fucked up. I'm sorry."

"Mulder, you didn't realize what you were 
doing." He looks at me with a pained expression 
and sits up, then moves to get out of the bed. 
He grabs his jeans and slips them on.  

"Yes, I did," he whispers. Before walking out 
of the room, he stops at the door and with head 
hung low, he says, "I wanted it. I wanted you." 
He goes through the hallway and picks up his 
jacket, gun and keys and leaves without looking 
back. I'm stunned stupid--sitting in bed, mouth 
opened wide and chest heaving. I think I'm 
having an anxiety attack. 

XXX

Everything's ruined. It's over. She'll go in to 
work, ask for a transfer and never speak to me 
again. How could I have almost taken advantage 
of her like that? The questions swirl through 
my mind as a whirlwind of painful images of her 
leaving, packing her stuff and not returning my 
calls knocks the breath from my chest. My cell 
phone rings but I don't answer it. There's only 
one person I want to talk to right now and 
she's not going to be happy about it. 

I pull into the driveway of Madame FeFe's 
cottage.  She will fix this, I can't handle it 
any longer. I take the steps to her door two at 
a time and bang on the door. I bang a few more 
times before the door swings open to reveal a 
startled Madame FeFe. 

"What did you do to me?!" I say one notch below 
yelling. 

"I only did as you wished, Mr. Mulder," she 
says sweetly and opens the door in invitation. 

"I did not wish for whatever it is you did to 
me." I'm barely able to contain my rage. The  
sickness over what I did to Scully this morning 
is weighing heavily on my nerves. 

She walks into a small but overly decorated 
sitting area. "You wanted proof of my craft, I 
gave it to you. You should be more careful in 
what you wish for, Mr. Mulder." 

"Whatever. Look, I want it to stop. I've been 
sick ever since we left you on Monday. Now I 
want you to reverse it." 

She smacks her tongue in a tsk tsk sound. 

"I can't reverse it. You must obtain your 
heart's desire or it will continue until the 
week's out." This woman is maddening. 

"I can't! I don't know what that is. I'm sick 
all of the time, I can hardly work, I'm making 
advances on my partner, which is completely out 
of character for me, and I want it to stop." 

"Why do you think that is?"  

"Why what is?"  

"Why you are making advances toward your 
partner." She smiles secretively as if she 
knows the answer to her own question. 

"I don't know," I say, frustrated. "That's why 
I'm here!" 

"Does your sickness ever lessen or has it only 
increased in intensity over the past few days?" 
Why the fuck is she changing the subject? 

"It comes and goes but somehow I think you 
already knew that. Now I want you to be 
straight with me. I feel like you're playing 
some type of game and I'm the unwilling 
participant." She grins. 

"When exactly does it come and go?" More 
questions. Jesus woman, just do something to 
help. 

"When I'm near her. It decreases considerably 
when I'm in her presence and subsides 
completely when...when I make an advance toward 
her." 

"'Her' being your partner? The beautiful 
redhead? The non-believer?" I grip my aching 
temples tightly. 

"Yes," I grate out through clenched teeth.

"Well, there you have your answer." I could 
strangle her. Not often have I wanted to hurt a 
person but she's asking for it. Maybe I should 
arrest her...but hell, on what charges? She put 
a spell on Spooky Mulder. Yeah, that will go 
over well with the boys in blue. 

"I don't understand." 

"She's it." She smiles widely. 

"She's what? What? I've about had it with this 
game. Just tell me what it is you're hinting 
at" I'm so tired of this. 

"Your heart's desire, darling." I laugh out 
loud at the ludicrousness of what she's saying.

"Scully, my heart's desire?" I confirm. She 
nods her head yes. I shake my head no in 
response. "Scully's my friend, my best friend, 
and she's my partner. She's my *work* partner." 
I try to emphasize the word work. 

"She complements you in friendship and in your 
work life?" 

"Well, yeah, she's amazing. She's stayed with 
me when she should have left. She's saved my 
life, taken care of me when I've been hurt, has 
made my quest her own. She's the most caring, 
loving and considerate person I've ever known. 
I trust her with my life as she does me with 
hers." I shift uncomfortably in the chair under 
her watchful eye. 

"Were you attracted to her before I cast the 
spell?" More questions. Great. 

"Yes. Like you said, she's a beautiful woman." 
She's more than beautiful. She's unlike any 
other. 

"I think it's time you evaluate your true 
feelings for your partner." Does she ever quit? 

"Look, Scully is my partner and friend, that's 
all," I say, exasperated with her questions. 

"And you can honestly sit there and tell 
yourself you believe that? I find that very 
sad, Mr. Mulder." 

"I don't have to believe it. It is what it is. 
Look, are you going to help me or what?" I 
stand up, frustrated and tired. I need to go 
home, take a long hot shower and figure out how 
I'm going to deal with the fact that I'm losing 
her. My stomach burns and I keel over, grabbing 
my stomach protectively. 

"You see, Mr. Mulder. You're not being truthful 
to her or to yourself. You need to tell her 
you're in love with her or the pain will 
continue." 

I grit my teeth tightly, trying to breathe 
evenly. "I can't...I can't tell her." I suck in 
a huge breath and fall back into the chair. 
"Can't you do something?!" She just sits calmly 
with her hands crossed over her lap. 

"Admit you love her and the pain will stop for 
awhile." 

I shake my head and sweat beads form on my 
brow. My whole body is hot and sweaty and I 
feel like I'm being killed from the inside out. 

"Say it!" she screeches. 

"I love her! I love her!!" The pain is 
subsiding. I wipe the tears away from my eyes. 
"I love her, I love...Scully, oh God, so much," 
I whisper frantically. The pain lurches, heaves 
and comes to a halt. Thank you thank you thank 
you. 

"Tell her, Mr. Mulder. No one should live like 
this. Think about it." She pats the top of my 
head and walks into the kitchen. "I'll get you 
some tea. Herbal tea," she promises. "It will 
make you feel even better." 

Little does Madame FeFe know, I've already lost 
her. She's probably already removing her things 
from our office. Telling her won't matter. 


Day 5 - Friday 

He'd better be here. I've given him enough time 
alone. I can't stand it anymore. After he left 
yesterday morning he never made it in to work 
and called in sick today as well. He can't hide 
from me forever. I knock on his door, listening 
for signs of life. He doesn't answer. I know 
he's here. His car is parked out front and he's 
not at the Gunmen's. 

I knock three more times, again getting no 
answer. He wants to play it this way, fine. I 
pull out my key and slip it into the lock 
easily. I open the door and am greeted by 
darkness. I close the door and walk into his 
living room without turning on the light. He's 
not lying on the couch where I expected him. I 
venture around the corner and hear the shower 
running. Perfect. He can't run away from me 
now. Modesty be damned. 

The door is opened a crack and I peer in. I 
open the door farther. The room is humid and 
filled with warm steam. He's standing under the 
spray with his hand against the tiles in front 
of him. His head is hanging down as the water 
pours over his body. He looks dejected. Through 
the crystalline shower doors I can see his 
form, blurry but manly. Even through the glass 
I can see the sleek toned lines of his body. I 
try to control my emotions so that I can talk 
to him. He's not moving, he hasn't even 
realized the temperature change in the air. 
He's just standing there letting the scalding 
water pour over him. 

"Mulder," I say and his head swings up. I can 
tell he's trying to see me through the doors. 

"Scully, what are you doing here?" he says and 
hangs his head once again. 

"I'm worried about you, Mulder. You didn't come 
in to work, you wouldn't return my calls. Why 
are you avoiding me?" I lean against the wall 
and cross my arms over my chest. Damn, the 
temperature in here is sweltering. 

"Just leave," he murmurs through the fog. 

"I'm not leaving until you talk to me." 

He turns off the water and shakes his head, 
flinging the excess water from his hair. He 
opens the door and I'm taken aback at what I 
see. Tanned skin, muscled chest and legs, water 
droplets sliding down his form seductively. 
Makes me want to lick them before they fall to 
the tub and down the drain. I really should 
avert my eyes but I can't. His penis is hanging 
down, long and full. Oh, how I would love to...

"Scully, the towel."  He's trying to pull it 
out from behind me. I didn't realize I was 
leaning against it. 

"Uh...oh, sorry." I turn around and he moves 
around me, swinging the towel around him. He 
leaves the bathroom, heading for his bedroom. 
The towel is hung low on his waist and knotted 
at his hip. He didn't bother to dry off, 
probably because I was invading his personal 
space. Funny, but he didn't he care that I had 
entered his apartment unannounced or that I 
walked right in his bathroom while he was 
showering. He didn't even bat an eye at his 
state of undress in front of me. 

"Look Scully, I'm fine. I'm getting better and 
I'll be in complete health after the weekend's 
over. Now what else did you want?" he says 
bitterly and slumps onto his bed, bringing his 
hand up to cup his head. His position and the 
lack of clothing make him look like The Thinker 
sculpture by Rodin. He's magnificent. 

"I wanted to talk about what took place the 
other day, and what you admitted." Breathe, 
Dana, you can do this. You've been torturing 
yourself for two days. Trying to figure out 
what the words he confided in you mean has done 
nothing but drive you crazy. You've been 
teetering on this emotional cliff for far too 
long. It's time to dive off or sulk back away 
from it. 

Oh, but what if he didn't mean it? God, maybe I 
shouldn't have come. I don't know if I'm able 
to deal with this. Everything that's happened 
over the past week has been like an earthquake 
to the world as we know it.

"Look, Scully, I've already apologized. I'll 
accept your reassignment to another division. 
I'll sign the paperwork Skinner gives me on 
Monday without a fight, okay? So you can save 
the goodbyes." He grips his temples with his 
fingers and rocks back and forth a bit. I can't 
see him like this. 

I move over and sit next to him and set my 
hands on his bare shoulders. He recoils from my 
touch, which hurts my feelings tremendously, 
but I know what he's doing. "Is that what you 
think, Mulder? That I've asked for a transfer 
in your absence? That I can't handle what 
transpired between us?" I say as if it's the 
most ridiculous thing I've heard. 

"If you haven't, I'll suggest it to Skinner 
myself." He actually believes what he's saying. 

"You will do no such thing. Look, Mulder, not 
everything is about..."

"I took advantage of you!!" he screams and 
jumps off the bed. His towel is two more moves 
away from falling off. He clinches it with his 
hand and starts pacing the room. 

"Mulder, no..." I shake my head. 

"Yes, Scully. You opened your home to me, and 
you took care of me when I needed it and what 
did I do to you in return? I almost raped you!" 
he yells and slumps against the wall. 

"You can't rape the willing, Mulder!" I throw 
back, not thinking about what I'm saying. 

He looks up sharply. "What did you say?" His 
eyes are daggers, though they are softening in 
my silence. 

"I said you didn't try to rape me." He comes 
over to me and clenches my shoulders roughly, 
pulling me into a standing position. 

"That is not what you said." I lift up my chin 
in defiance of his manhandling but his 
presence--naked and freshly showered--is 
softening my resolve. Fine. He wants the truth, 
I'll give it to him. 

"I said, you can't rape the willing, Mulder." I 
close my lips tightly and wait for his retort. 
It doesn't come. He just stares at me; his 
chest is heaving dramatically and his eyes are 
shifting from my eyes to my lips. 

"You don't know what you're saying." He 
struggles to speak. 

"Is that right? You don't know everything about 
me, Mulder." I'm tired of pretending. This ends 
here. 

"Prove it." 

"Do you want me?" I question before I make one 
of the boldest moves of my life. 

"Yes." He didn't even think about it before 
responding. 

"Well, than I have no choice." With that I grab 
his face and haul him into a harsh kiss. I 
don't let up. I demand entrance into his mouth 
with my teeth, biting his lips none to gently. 
He opens and I force my tongue past his teeth 
and taste him. Warm, wet...heavenly. 

I think I stunned him, but he recovers quickly, 
lifting me off my feet and crushing his mouth 
over mine. His tongue makes maddening sweeps 
over mine and it's better than anything I've 
ever experienced. The taste of him is amazing. 
Dark, rich, soothing. I feel his kiss from my 
lips to the tips of my toes. He takes control 
by holding me tighter and tilting my head for 
deeper access into my mouth. His arms grip 
around my waist and I swing my legs up and 
around his hips, tired of having my legs 
dangling in the air. His towel falls to the 
ground. Oh lord, thank you. 

He moves his hands down to my ass cupping me to 
him, grinding his sex in between our bodies. I 
moan into his mouth, arousal taking me over. He 
stops kissing me as he leans his knee on the 
bed behind me and maneuvers us both onto it, me 
under him and him fitting nicely between my 
legs. I unfurl my legs from around his naked 
form and slide my hands up and down his long 
frame. He's so much larger in comparison to me. 
Soft, smooth and utterly male. My sex yearns 
for him.

His eyes search out mine, "Scully, you need to 
leave now, I won't be able to stop." His arms 
are holding him above me and they're shaking 
unsteadily. His eyes are completely dilated and 
his erection is straining against my dress 
slacks, rubbing into my center perfectly. 

"Don't stop, Mulder," I pant. "Don't ever 
stop." His eyes hold mine and he leans in, 
claiming my lips in a scorching hot kiss. I 
fear breathing, for it will take his mouth from 
mine longer than I can handle. His hand comes 
around my neck. It makes a slow track down my 
chest, stopping momentarily to squeeze and cup 
my left breast. "Oh, yes, Mulder." He smiles 
and moves to kiss my neck, lapping and sucking 
on the tender skin. I ache to feel his skin 
against mine. He must want the same thing 
because as he kisses my neck and nibbles on my 
ear his hands are making quick work of the 
buttons on my blouse. 

Once the shirt is freed from its buttons, he 
sits up and flips open the closure on my pants. 
He's watching my eyes as he disrobes me. 
There's nothing there but desire and want. He 
lifts up onto his haunches and pulls my pants 
down and off, discarding them onto the floor. 
I'm left under him in nothing but dark satin 
green panties and bra. 

"So beautiful, Scully, you are so beautiful." I 
blush and it starts from my cheeks and slides 
down over my chest. He brings up both hands and 
cups my breasts adoringly. I close my eyes and 
moan, urging him on. His hands make sweeps all 
over my chest, abdomen and thighs. He toys with 
the edges of my panties and hooks his thumbs in 
the sides. I lift up, once again inviting him 
to remove them. "Are you sure?" he whispers. 

"I've never been more sure of anything in my 
life." I say it with everything I have in me. I 
want this, I want him. In my life, as my 
partner, and in my bed. There's no going back. 
It's now or never. He looks at me, trying to 
gauge my answer. I lift my hips once again, 
making the next course of action evident. He 
takes the hint and pulls them off. Before 
tossing them, he nuzzles the satin against his 
cheek. Oh Christ. He's going to kill me. 

I lift up into a sitting position and wrap my 
hands around his face and kiss him with all the 
passion and desire I've been storing up for the 
past several years. He drops the panties and 
slips his hands around my back, unhooking my 
bra. It, too, joins the clothes strewn across 
the floor. Once I'm naked, his hands skim up my 
back in a feather-light caress. Goose bumps 
spread throughout my skin. He pulls away from 
my mouth and leans me back, taking a nipple 
into the hot warmth of his mouth. He swirls his 
tongue around the tight peak as he did my burnt 
thumb a couple days prior. This is so much 
better, but strikes a burning in my sex that 
can only be put out by one thing. Him, within 
me. 

I moan into the open room as he grazes the tip 
with his teeth. I clench my fingers in his 
hair, keeping his head to my breast. While he 
lavishes attention on my breast, a hand cups 
the other and squeezes the tip between his 
fingers. "Ohhhhhhhh, God, Mullldeeerrr." He 
smiles against my breast and after a light lick 
to the tip takes the other one into his mouth 
giving it the same treatment as the first. 
Again his fingers clamp over the other one, 
plucking it and me into a heightened state of 
arousal. "Mulder, I want...ohhhh, I want you 
inside me." 

He kisses his way up my chest and neck, nipping 
the side of my jaw, finally coming to my mouth. 
Our tongues twirl seductively around each other 
in open-mouthed fashion. His length is rubbing 
into my center, driving me absolutely insane. I 
grasp it with my hand, putting pressure on the 
tender skin underneath the tip. "Fuuuuuccckkkk, 
Scully." I grin at his remark. 

He brings his hands up to cup the sides of my 
cheeks, his thumb caressing my cheek-bones and 
lips. Time slows down as he touches my face. He 
maps out the planes of my features with the 
tips of his fingers. It feels like gossamer 
kisses to the tender flesh. His eyes follow 
each part his fingers touch. I've never in my 
life felt more cherished than I do at this 
moment. 

"Mulder," I whisper, breaking his trance. 

He leans me down on the mattress gently. His 
elbows lean down on both sides of my head as 
his hands splay through my hair, cupping my 
head protectively. "God, Scully..." 

"I know, Mulder, I know." He doesn't need to 
say the words. His actions are showing me 
everything he struggles to say. 

My legs come around his hips as he kisses me 
languidly. Tongues dancing, lips succumbing to 
the pull of the other's as our bodies collide. 
He brings a hand down to cup my left thigh. He 
raises it higher on his waist as his member 
prods my sex perfectly. Once aligned, he eases 
into me, stretching muscles unused for quite 
some time. His left hand comes down to my right 
thigh, mimicking the movements of his right. 
His hands place each thigh high on his waist as 
he sinks completely into me. My eyes go wide 
and my mouth opens in awe but no noise comes 
out. 

"Scully, are you okay?" Tears form and slip 
down the sides of my face. "Scully, Scully," he 
chants and moves to pull out of me. I clench my 
legs around him tight, not letting him budge 
even an inch. I've never had an overwhelming 
emotional response to sex before. Only him. 

"No. Don't,". He settles against me, not 
moving. His body is surrounding every part of 
my being, completing me as I always knew he 
would. I smile wide. 

"Scully, talk to me." He sounds scared. He 
thinks he hurt me. I move my hips back and slam 
him home. "Oh God," he moans as his forehead 
comes down onto mine. 

"Everything, Mulder," I whisper into his ear. 
"This is everything." He seems to understand. 
His hips pull away from me and slide back, 
setting up the perfect rhythm. "Mmmmmmmmm." 

My nails slice down his long back as he thrusts 
into me. His pelvis is grinding against my clit 
on each stroke. Without warning, I climax 
around him. The feeling of him surrounding me 
is so intense I cry out. He rides out my orgasm 
until I'm gasping for breath. He's still hard 
and full within me, unrelenting in his passion. 
He sits up, keeping his lower half locked to me 
in a fierce grip. I may have finger shaped 
bruises on my hips tomorrow. A physical 
reminder to cherish this moment long after 
completion. 

"God, Scully, you're so beautiful when you 
come. I need to see it again." Again? My mouth 
opens in shock as he grips my waist and pounds 
into me long, deep, and hard. He feels 
absolutely huge in this position, ramming into 
me like a jackhammer. It's the most amazing 
thing I've ever felt. My entire body is a-
tingle and on fire as he pummels me into a 
state of sheer pleasure-driven oblivion. It's 
never, never been this good and through my 
constant moans I tell him so. 

He brings his skilled fingers up to my breasts 
and pinches them lightly, gauging my response. 
I moan loudly and a light sheen of sweat breaks 
on my forehead. He's grunting like a wild 
animal, gritting his teeth with the exertion. 
He's trying to hold off his own pleasure, 
waiting for me. He won't have to wait long. My 
body is strung tighter than the strings on a 
guitar. 

I've begun chanting his name. "Mulder, Mulder, 
Mulder." It's the only thing I can mutter 
through this haze. He squeezes my breasts and 
tweaks my nipples hard. I scream out to the 
heavens as another earth-shattering orgasm 
sweeps over me. It won't stop. I feel as though 
I'll never stop coming. He rides me hard and I 
feel him bumping against my cervix, prolonging 
my orgasm. "Oh Jesus, Mulder," I utter one 
final time. 

"Sccccuuuuuuulllllleeeeeeee," he moans as he 
spills into me, falling on top of me. I kiss 
his neck and anything I can reach as his 
thrusts slow and come to a halt. He's a dead 
weight lying on me, which I welcome. He's 
exhausted. Hell, I'm exhausted. 

I feel light kisses on the side of my neck as 
he pants into my ear. "So good. So good, 
Scully. Wanted you, wanted you for so long," he 
whispers. I grip his body around mine in a 
fierce hug. I want every inch of him touching 
me, sealing him to me and this moment in time, 
where everything is as it should be. 

"No more waiting. Never again," I coo back to 
him. He lifts his head up and kisses me slowly. 

Day 6 - Saturday 

Nothing has every felt so fantastic in my 
entire life. I'm snuggled up to the woman of my 
dreams, who's sleeping soundly. After our 
festivities, we were both completely spent. I'm 
not sure, but I may have even fallen asleep on 
top of her, but now we're nicely spooned up 
like baby cats. 

Wow, I haven't slept this well in years. I 
guess being with the right woman does make all 
the difference. God, and she really is the 
right woman. She's perfect. Although, if you 
asked her, she'd beg to differ with you. To me, 
though, her flaws make her unique and 
complement all the things that I am not. 

She's moving under me, trying to get me to lift 
off of her. Oh, but I'm so comfortable. I 
grumble in response. 

"Shower, Mulder. I need to shower." She kisses 
my temple and slithers out from under my 
jellied limbs. Her bare ass shimmies away. 
Scully shimmies. Aw, life is good. She closes 
the door and it's like a sucker punch to the 
gut. What the fuck? The pain starts creeping 
and churning like fire in my belly. No! This is 
wrong! It's supposed to be gone. I received my 
heart's desire last night. I know it was her, 
even Madame FeFe told me it was. That voodoo 
charming witch. She lied to me. 

I jump out of bed and grab the cordless phone, 
furiously pressing the buttons. Every ring is 
like a ticking time bomb in my mind. Just 
answer the fucking phone! I tumble back onto 
the bed, the phone clutched to my ear. My 
temples are starting to throb. 

"What is it, Mr. Mulder?" How the hell did she 
know it was me? Whatever. I don't care. 

"You lied!" I yell into the phone. She takes a 
moment to respond. Maybe she's gone deaf. I 
don't give a flying fuck. "Did you hear me? I 
said you lied to me!" 

"Yes, I heard you. I think you woke my 
neighbors. Calm down. Now what do you think 
Madame FeFe lied about, hmmm?" she says 
sweetly.  

"My heart's desire! You said it was Scully. 
Well, I had her, and the pain is back. Now what 
the hell did you do to me?" My patience with 
the woman is quickly dwindling. Not that I had 
much of it in the first place. 

"You had her?" she says, laughing. "Is that 
what the kiddies are calling it now-a-days?" 
She chuckles. I wish I could reach into this 
phone and shake the living shit out of her. 
She's not understanding. 

"You said if I receive my heart's desire, the 
pain would be gone. It's not gone, and last 
night I received my heart's desire. What kind 
of sick game are you playing with me?" I grit 
out through clenched teeth. 

"She admitted her love for you and the pain 
didn't recede?" she questions worriedly. 

"Love? You never said anything about love!" 
Actually, I didn't even tell her last night how 
I felt, now that I think about it. Everything 
happened so fast. We went from fighting to 
rolling around in the sheets together. The 
throbbing turns into a full fledge migraine. 

Madame Fefe laughs which almost sounds like a 
cackle through the phone. "Well, of course love 
is what I was referring to. I never said if you 
slaked your lust for your pretty partner that 
the spell would wear off. I specifically said 
that when you've receive your heart's desire 
the spell would vanish. It is you who confused 
the two."

"Christ, woman. Can't you ever give me a 
straight answer?" I can't deal with this pain. 
I need Scully. She'll make the pain go away. 

"Now, darling, have you told her how you feel? 
That you are in love with her?" I shake my head 
no but she seems to know my answer even with my 
silence. "Tell her. If she feels the same, 
you'll know it. The pain will be gone. If she 
doesn't, it will only last one more day." With 
that she hangs up the phone. 

I toss the phone across the room and curl into 
a fetal position. I feel damp hands on my 
shoulder blades suddenly. "Mulder, Mulder, 
oh...are you sick again?" 

I nod my head up and down. She lays her cool 
hands over my heated forehead and again it acts 
like a healing balm. The phone I threw starts 
beeping and the operator's voice can be heard 
"If you'd like to make a call, please hang up 
and try your call again." Scully goes over to 
the phone, turns it off and puts it back on the 
cradle. 

"Who did you call?" 

"Madame FeFe. The pain returned and I wanted to 
know why. I thought that we took care of this 
problem last night." Her eyes gaze down and she 
looks sullen, removed, sad. "Scully?" 

"I had hoped your problem would be gone as 
well." She's not looking at me. She stands up, 
removes her towel and slips into one of my 
dress shirts. That shirt has never looked so 
good. 

"Scully, look at me." She won't, so I grab her 
wrist, bring myself to a seated position and 
haul her into my lap. "Scully..." I grip her 
chin and lift her face to mine. She's crying. 
Now look what you've done, you bastard. You've 
made the only woman you've ever truly loved 
cry. Just tell her you idiot. "Are you 
interested in hearing what she said about my 
condition?" 

She nods her head. "Of course I am, Mulder. I'm 
sorry. It's silly; I have no reason to be 
crying." She sniffs and places her forehead 
against mine. "What did she say?"

"She said that my heart's desire was not going 
to bed with you." She looks up, defeated, and 
tries to remove herself from my lap. "No!" I 
grip her to me in a fierce hug. 

"Mulder, let me go." She's struggling against 
me. 

"Listen to me. Just stop and let me finish!" 
Her body comes to a halt, slumping against me 
in a lifeless hug. "What I was trying to tell 
you is that my lust for you is not what breaks 
the spell. It's what I feel for you." Her body 
comes to life again and she lifts her head, 
looking into my eyes. 

"What do you feel?" It comes out as a soft 
whisper. She's scared of my response but she 
needn't be. 

"How could you not know?" 

She looks at me, confused.  "Tell me, please, 
Mulder." 

"I love you, Scully. I have for so long--" 
Before I can finish she kisses me. She's 
relentless, putting everything into this kiss. 
She pulls away and we're both left panting.

"I hoped, Mulder..." she breathes, "but I never 
dared dream it was true," she confides through 
her hitching breath and glassy eyes. 

"Scully, but I need to know. How you..." 

"Oh God, Mulder, I love you." She kisses my 
lips lightly. "I think I always have." Another 
kiss on my cheeks, then my eyebrows. "You crept 
your way into my heart so long ago," kiss to my 
forehead, "it's been second nature to deny my 
feelings." She leans her forehead against mine 
in that endearing way she has. 

A huge weight has been lifted from my heart, my 
mind and my soul. Scully loves me. She always 
has? I'll never wrap my mind around it. I 
clutch her to me, hugging her like never 
before. 

"Scully, no more hiding." She pulls away from 
me and nods her head. 

"No more hiding," she reiterates my sentiment. 

XXX

"See, it was you." He smiles up at me and I 
can't get the grin off my face. He loves me. 

"What was me?" I answer, confused. I feel like 
the last few days have been such a whirlwind of 
knee-jerk reactions, misunderstandings, fear 
and regret. 

"My heart's desire," he says simply. I knit my 
eyebrows together. "Your love. That's all I've 
ever wanted. You're my heart's desire." I'm 
trying very hard not to cry but failing 
miserably. I've never had a man make me feel 
this way. Up, down completely turned all 
around, and I wouldn't trade it for the world. 

"I love you, Mulder." 

"And I you." He leans in and kisses me. His 
tongue swirls around mine seductively and it 
feels as though I'm falling. I am falling, he's 
leaning us back on the bed. His hands slide up 
my thighs and curve around my ass, squeezing 
rhythmically. 

"Mmmmmmmm", I groan into his mouth as his hands 
remove the buttons on his shirt and slide it 
down my back. He brings his head up and mouths, 
licks and nips at my exposed shoulder. The 
movement sends a jolt through my body, landing 
in my lower half. I grind into him, relieving 
some of the pressure. 

"Sccuuulllleeeeee," he moans in response. 
That's right. I'm going to give this man, my 
man, everything I have. No holding back. I 
giggle as I think of him as "my man" and he 
takes the lack of movement to roll us over, 
pinning me under him. He brings both my hands 
up and locks them in one of his. Oh, he plays 
dirty. Well, I'll just have to struggle a 
little. I grin at him evilly, lock my legs 
around his waist and flip us over with the 
strength in my thighs. Thank you, thigh-master. 

"Whoa, Scully. Girl, you've got moves I've 
never seen before!" He laughs heartily. 

"Don't you forget it!" I claim his mouth as 
mine and proceed to show him exactly what moves 
he's been missing out on. 

No more waiting...no more hiding...no more 
being alone.

XXX

Day 7 - Sunday

She swirls her hand around the crystal ball. 
"Aw, so it looks like you received what it is 
you were looking for." A picture of a tall, 
dark-haired man and a petite fiery-haired woman 
rolling around kissing and enjoying themselves 
plays out over the glass.

She knew it was wrong, but she did it anyway. 
She'd never feel guilty about the shove she 
gave those two. It might not have been 
conventional, but the future was looking rather 
bleak for them when they first stepped into her 
shop. Now...well, now they're going to get 
something they've never believed was possible, 
and they won't believe the truth. She snickers 
to herself and turns away. The vision of the 
two bodies intertwined vanishes. 

The End