TITLE:   THE ROSE
AUTHOR:  X-PIG
E-MAIL:  thexpigsfic@xfilesfan.com
RATING:  NC-17
Okay folks, this is the very first fic I ever wrote, and is a bit rough. I
have only fixed minor errors since I first posted it to Church of X.
Please, any and all feedback would be great, since it was also my first go
at both smut and first person. Thanks.
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Disclaimer: I wish, oh I wish, that they
belonged to me, but they don't. They
belong to 1013 and FOX. Please don't waste
your time suing me, I'm broke.

Summary: Mulder ditches Scully again, with
interesting results.
Category: S, A, R, MSR
Spoilers: General, post season 5.
Keywords:MSR, Romance, Angst, Story
Distribution: Let me know where, please
Author's Notes: At the end.
Dedication: For Chris, who, like Mulder,
believes. For Luc, who, like Mulder is a
born smart-ass, full of innuendoes.

Feedback: Yes, I want to know.
TheXPig@xfilesfan.com
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He's gone and done it again. He ran off,
left without saying anything, and I know
he's going to make me come and find him.

The phone rang this morning and it was
him. As I opened my eyes, I glanced at the
alarm clock, and fumbled for the phone,
knowing that it could only be him, no one
else ever calls here in the morning. What
time is it anyway? Ohmygod, it's 3 am. No
wonder it's still dark outside. I had only
finally gotten to sleep an hour ago, out
of sheer exhaustion. I had spent the
entire evening worrying about him,
wondering where he had gone.

"Scully, it's me."

"I know. Where are you?"

"I'm in Colorado. I need your help."

I shake my head, why am I not surprised? I
am fully awake by this time, and start
looking around the room for my bag, the
one I had packed last night, in
anticipation of this call.

"Where in Colorado are you, Mulder?"

"I'm in Estes Park, I think. So, are you
coming?"

"Yes, Mulder. I assume you've already
booked me a flight."

"Yes, it leaves in an hour. Can you make
that?"

"Yes," and I hang up the phone, knowing
that he is doing the same thing. We are
beyond the need to verbally end our
conversations with meaningless mumblings.

As I climb into the shower I wonder what
this could be about, why he couldn't tell
me he was leaving. I guess I'll find out
soon enough.

The flight arrives in Denver at 6:15am.
The airport is deserted, which is a nice
change from when I usually fly. As I leave
the plane I begin looking around for
Mulder, wondering if he is here yet. I
don't see him in the boarding area so I
head towards the baggage claim, hoping
that my bag survived the trip.

As I reach the claim area I spot Mulder
jogging towards me. He looks like he
hasn't slept in a while, not surprising,
since neither have I.

"So, how was your flight?"

"Great Mulder. I love spending the night
on a plane, headed into god knows what."

"Sorry Scully, but I need you ...ere.. I
mean I need your help."

I look at him skeptically. Did he say that
he needed me? I wonder what this is *really*
about.

"OK Mulder, lead on."

And with that he is off, striding
purposefully towards the exit, and the
parking lot. He stops before going through
the door and looks back at me. He then
comes back to me and takes my bag,
smiling. Something is up, I can feel it.
But I have no idea what.

We get to the car, or should I say truck,
and Mulder tosses my bag into the back
seat. He then reaches out and takes my
hand, helping me into the passenger's
seat. His touch is electric and I forget
to breathe. What kind of reaction is that,
I think to myself. He's my partner and my
friend, not my lover. This is weird. Don't
get me wrong, I have entertained the idea
of making a move on him many times since
I've met him, but I always put my
professionalism first. As he gets into the
driver's seat, I look him over, visually
checking him for injuries, a habit I've
gotten into over the years. He seems ok,
and looks over at me smiling.

"Scully, I think you are going to like
this."

"Like what, Mulder? It's 6:30 in the
morning." But I smile back at him, knowing
that I'd go anywhere with him, if he'd
only ask.

The drive was, for the most part, very
boring and I found myself dozing off while
Mulder drove. I don't know how long we
were on the road, I was just happy to know
that he was all right. I awoke with a
start as Mulder turned onto a dirt road.

"Mulder, where are we?"

"You'll see."

Then, in front of us, I see the most
beautiful thing in the world, the Rockies.
The peaks are snow capped and look as
though you could reach out and touch them,
which isn't far from the truth. I must
have gasped out loud because I hear Mulder
start chuckling.

"I told you you'd like it, didn't I?"

I just stared at those mountains, not
responding to Mulder. Then I feel the
truck stop and snap out of my musings. As
I look around I notice a tastefully built
lodge, surrounded by small cabins, 6 in
all.

"Nice place, Mulder. Do you come here
often?"

He just smiles and gets out of the truck,
grabbing my bag out of the back seat in
the process. He then jogs around the front
of the truck to help me out. Again, his
touch sends sparks through me. As I step
out of the truck he places his hand on the
small of my back, goosebumps begin to form
on my arms. He ushers me to a cabin that I
hadn't noticed and opens the door with his
key. I look expectantly at him, wondering
where my cabin key is. He looks back at me
and continues to smile, nodding his head
forward for me to look.

"Mulder...umm, it's beautiful. But where's
my cabin?"

That was the only thing I could think to
say upon seeing the inside of the cabin.
There was a large bed in the center of the
room, and from what I could see of the
bathroom, it contained a jacuzzi. There
were unlit candles everywhere, and a
single red rose in the center of the bed.
I look over at Mulder, seeing that he's
still smiling that infernal smile, the one
that I've dreamt about on more then one
occasion.

"Scully, this is your cabin. Surprise! I
thought you might need a vacation."

"Thank you, Mulder. But where's your
cabin?"

I'm hoping that I know the answer to this
question, but I need to be sure.

"Well Scully, maybe we should talk about
that. I've been thinking..."

And with that he grabs me by the waist and
pulls me close, caressing the small of my
back. I must have made a startled gasp
because he looks down at me..

"Are you ok?"

"Mulder, I... I don't know. I don't think
that we should be doing this."

"Why Scully? Is it because of work? You're
on vacation, live a little."

And with that he leans down and kisses the
top of my head, lingering there. I can
hear him inhaling deeply. Well, this is
something I've always wanted, isn't it?
While I'm trying to make up my mind what I
want to do, my heart as other ideas. I
reach up and take his head in my hands,
turning his face towards mine. I have made
up my mind. It's time to take what is
mine. I pull him towards my lips, meaning
to make my presence felt. As our lips
touch, his mouth opens slightly to accept
my tongue. We kiss deeply, gently,
stopping only once we are both breathless.
I gaze up at him, wondering what he's
thinking.

"Scully, I... I love you. I've tried to tell
you more times then I can remember, but I
could never find the words. I'm lost
without you. I need you."

"Oh Mulder, what am I going to do with you?
All you ever had to do was say it. You
know I'd follow you anywhere, do anything
you asked, just to be with you."

With that he picks me up, carrying me gently
over to the bed, pausing before putting me
down, to pick up the rose and place it
between his teeth. I laugh as he sets me
down. He removes the rose from his mouth
and offers it to me. I take it without
hesitation, inhaling its fragrance and let
out a deep sigh. Mulder is still standing
over me, looking down with adoration in
his eyes.

"Mulder, please, sit down."

He sits right next to me, touching his leg
to mine, causing more goosebumps. I set
the rose on the nightstand and turn
towards him, searching for the words I
want to say. Before I can speak, he is
kissing me with more passion than the
first time. He explores my mouth with his
tongue, intent on memorizing every inch of
it. I place one of my hands on the back of
his neck, holding him tight. The other
hand is against his chest, feeling his
rapidly increasing heartbeat. We finally
break contact and simply stare at each
other for a moment.

"Mulder, I want you. I need you."

With that, he begins to unbutton my
blouse, taking care not to tear my shirt,
despite the urgency that he, and I, feel.
As he removes my blouse with one hand, he
has unhooked my bra with the other. Within
moments I am naked from the waist up, and
despite the chilliness of the room, am
very warm. He stops staring at me long
enough to remove his own shirt, not caring
if it was torn in the process.

While he is taking off his shirt, I lean back against
the pillow, drinking him up with my eyes.
I had never noticed before how sculptured
his chest is, how the muscle ripples
underneath his skin. He sees me looking at
him and stands up. He begins to unbuckle
his belt, slowly, drawing out the agony.
He then unbuttons his pants and drops them
to his ankles. As he slips his shoes off
and steps out of his pants, I notice that
his boxers have little pink hearts on
them, and are tented in the front. Very
tented.

He leans over me again, and unbuttons my
pants, again being very careful. He slips
off my shoes and removes my pants in one
swift motion, all caution abandoned. He
then reaches over and picks up the rose,
and begins to smile again. I know what is
coming next, but am unable to prevent the
moan from escaping my throat as he begins
to draw the rose across my cheek and down
the side of my neck. The goosebumps are
back and visible all over my body. He
shows an awareness of my body that I never
expected, knowing just where to linger,
just how to elicit a moan of pleasure from
me.

Just when I can't take the pleasure any
more he stops, knowing that I am ready for
him. He places the rose back on the
nightstand and removes his boxers. He is
extremely aroused and seeing him like this
is turning me on even more then I already
am, if that is possible. He reaches out
and grabs the waistband to my panties,
pulling them down and off with a snap. He
then lay down next to me, pulling me to
him, embracing me tightly. He gently
kisses me on the neck and begins tracing
the muscles of my neck with his tongue. I
shiver with delight and begin to nibble on
his earlobe, eliciting little grunts of
pleasure from him. He has stopped at my
left breast and is calmly sucking at the
nipple.

"Mulder, please, take me. Now. We've already
waited too long"

He looks into my eyes, searching to see if
I'm serious. I am. Having found the answer
that he wanted, he positions himself over
me, gazing down. I reach forward and pull
him toward me, into me. The contact is
exquisite and I come immediately. I can
sense that he felt my muscles contract and is
fighting to keep control of himself. His
motions are slow, tentative, and gentle.
He continues to kiss my neck, my breasts,
and my lips, sucking in the taste of me.
He is memorizing my body as he memorized
my mouth, learning every sensitive spot,
and the reaction it brings forth from me.
And now I am memorizing his body and the
way it feels against mine. His pace begins
to quicken and I can feel him trying to
wait for me, to let me climax with him.
And I am ready to explode. I orgasm with
him, both of us moaning into each other.
We rock with the force of the release.


He looks deep into my eyes, looks into my
soul, and I welcome him into my heart,
fully. He lays his head on my chest and
listens to my heart. I feel his breath
slowing as he relaxes, and begins to doze.
I inhale the scent of him, reveling in his
presence. He senses me looking at him and
raises his head.

"Scully, I love you."

Instead of answering him with words, I
kiss him fully, deeply. He takes my hand
in his and pulls me out of the bed. He
wraps his arms around me and begins to
sway slowly, dancing, though there is no
music playing. I rest my head against his
chest and listen to his heart beating,
breathing in his scent.

What have I done? How did this happen? Why
now when I am not sure who I am, much less
what I want? I know that I love him, but I
don't know if I can say the words. Will he
expect me to? I look up at him, an
expression of contentment on his face. He
senses me looking and stops moving.

"Is something wrong?"

"No, I was just admiring your face. And
wondering what took you so long?"

"So long for what?"

"To decide that this, I, am what you
wanted?"

"Oh Scully, I've known since the minute I
met you. I've been waiting for you. And
I'd have been more then happy to continue
waiting, for as long as it took. I just didn't know if
*I* was what you wanted."

I reach out and pull his face toward
mine, kissing his chin and then his lips.
I've never been this happy. I release his
head and again lean against him, secure in
his embrace.

End



"I've stood here before
Inside the pouring rain.
With the world turning circles
Running 'round my brain."

The X-Pig
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