TITLE: Weekend Plans AUTHOR: Ayelet Goldman EMAIL ADRESS: llck@netvision.net SPOILERS: None. RATING: NC-17 (hide the kiddies ;) KEY WORDS: MSR, angst SUMMARY: What happens when Mulder gets bored on the weekend and decides to give Scully a call? DISCLAIMER: The characters of Fox Mulder and Dana Scully belong to Chris Carter, Ten-Thirteen Productions, and the FOX network. They are used without my permission. No copyright infringement is intended and no money will be made from this. FEEDBACK: Yes, Please. I'll respond to each and every one. Send feedback to llck@netvision.net POST: Please post to Gossamer and anywhere else. Just let me know where it went. Thanks! AUTHOR'S NOTE: I would like to thank my darling sister Linnie, for all of the hard work and long hours of editing and spell checks, without her this fic would have never been completed! Might not have been written for that matter ;) Date: 19.1.99 XXXXXXXX Fox Mulder and Dana Scully were driving along when the conversation had died down. All that was left was the awkward silence that pierced both of their ears. But it wasn't the kind of familiar quietness that they were accustomed to. Mulder contemplated turning on the radio. His hand dove for the device as if it was his only hope at survival in the muteness of the car, but then he changed his mind. He drew his hand back, trying to look confident in his action and well as grip. "So you're out of the talking mood huh? If you're tired you can get some shuteye. I can wake you when we get there," he stated soothingly. "I'm not tired," came the apathetic reply. "I guess I just cooled down a bit..." Mulder glanced at his partner to detect her disposition. Upon failing he turned to gaze back to the dark road. "So what can I do to warm you up again?" He smiled to himself contently. From the corner of his eye Mulder noticed that this remark had indeed helped, for a smirk was now edging across his partner's lovely face. "You would think that after five years as partners, after spending all this time together at stakeouts, you would know just what it is you need to do to snap me out of this." she exclaimed. A hint of annoyance could be traced in her voice. "Besides, if you attain the magic touch you will know what to do. If not then I guess we will just have to continue in this silence for the rest of the way." By now her smirk turned into a full-faced grin. "Was that a teasing tone of voice she had ever so subtly changed into?" Mulder asked himself. But then shrugged it off. After all, this was Scully he was talking to. And Scully just doesn't tease, plain and simple. She was right of course. Who better to perceive her than him? But lately she wasn't herself. Mood swings that came out of nowhere couldn't be linked to "that time of month". He knew those symptoms all too well and he had learned to deal with them over the years. But these past few months - things were almost unbearable. As much as he hated to admit it, he couldn't find a justification for this behavior. Let alone a cure for it and this drove his profiling mind crazy. In the passenger seat Scully was quietly scolding herself. "What's with you Dana? Are you this desperate? You're willing to tease him for the main purpose of breaking the ice? You know how men hate teases! Why should Mulder be any different? Don't start something that you know you won't be able to finish." That voice in her continued to chide her within her head. Her attention was drawn to the red light up ahead. She started to frown and began to think that this was going to be a never-ending drive. As the car screeched to a halt, Mulder turned to face Scully. His hand edged towards her face and resulted in a soft caress of her left cheek. Scully was caught off guard but was enjoying the touch too much to break it. The simple brush of his flesh against hers sent her heart racing. Did he know? Could he know? Was it possible that she wasn't the great pretender she had thought herself to be? That somehow the feelings of attraction that she felt towards her partner were out in the open for anyone to stumble across and acknowledge?" She attempted to find the well-sought answers to the million and one questions that were revolving in her head, but couldn't find them anywhere. The warmth of his hand, which was still caressing her, managed to bring her into a confused and unfocused state of mind. "Oh I just hope I'm not being transparent about this." Was the one clear thought on her mind. Mulder's face was wearing a mischievous grin as he asked, "So do I have the magic touch or not?" His hand and the sound of his ever so raspy voice was making her already flushed cheek turn an even fiercer red as she tried to find the words. It took a lot to leave her speechless and for once she was. Needless to say, she didn't like this abnormal sensation. The light changed to green - causing the impatient driver behind their blue Ford Taurus to start honking. That saved Scully from having to come clean and admit to Mulder that he did have that magic touch and it was electrifying. Could she admit that to him? Would she? What was making her think this way? For months now she had been trying to deny the fact that she felt something other than loyalty to her partner. Why was she denying herself a chance at happiness? She had asked herself that on numerous occasions. Was it because she thought getting involved with her partner would further complicate their already bizarre relationship? Or was it because she felt Mulder, as a person, was just not the right guy for her? The qualities in him that she found so damn irritable, could truly be looked upon as acceptable in his line of work. For instance his tendency to be a tad bit unreliable on the one hand. But on the other hand, she couldn't help thinking that if he weren't a dependent person, the FBI would not have requited him. Their selection was rough and only the best succeeded on making the cuts. She, of all people, should know this. Having undergone the same vigorous eliminating procedure that her partner did. So when was it exactly that Mulder got that streak of unreliability in him? It was the whole alien crap thing that had altered his brain. He was obsessed from the very beginning, but as the years progressed he had become more and more fanatic. She knew he needed a break from the X-files. But she also knew, that for Mulder, this was not an option and never would be. Not until he found his so-called truth. Then he would be able to put his mind at ease. To be able to get his heart rate going at the right speed - for it seemed it was constantly chasing itself not being able to rest. That was what Mulder was all about. She knew no other aspect of him. But then again on second thought - tonight he was different. For once she felt like he was willing to let go of his prolonged behavior and try something different for the rest of the evening. Of course it had been on Scully's request. "Let's spend this evening to its fullest without mentioning work once," she spat out as she entered the car when Mulder came to pick her up. ******** It was a Saturday. All Scully wanted to do was free herself from the workload of the previous week and what next week warned to bring along with it. She had managed to stay away from the case files that she had brought home with her Friday evening and had planned to keep away from Mulder as well. She knew too well that a conversation with him would include "work talk" which would further the tension in her muscles and tie up her stomach with yet another unnecessary knot. But Mulder was feeling bored, which was almost a weekend routine. He needed the excitement of the chase and the weekend composure was too much for him to handle. So he picked up the phone and dialed Scully's number thinking that dinner out would be a good idea. Especially since his fridge was empty as usual. Take out food was becoming too familiar to the tongue and the eye. So much so that Mulder could actually tell just how many noodles were missing from the dish that he had ordered. Besides, the hunger for something new was burning him from inside. Was it a hunger for food or for his red headed partner? He wasn't sure. Maybe it was a bit of both. He dismissed the thought as he dialed her all too familiar number. "Hey Scully it's me!" He said full of enthusiasm ".... Oh... Hi Mulder...." There was a brief pause on Scully's side of the phone and then, "So how's your weekend coming along?" "My weekend is boring as usual. It's hard for me not to do anything and I can't seem to find anything to entertain myself with," he confessed. "Your tape supply running low Mulder?" she asked a bit sarcastically. He could detect a little grin on her face through the receiver as she spoke. "My VCR's broken," he replied flatly. <> "So are you up for dinner, partner? My stomach and I have been having an argument for the past hour and I lost." "I'm not sure..." she hesitated. Mulder with his usual lack of tact and unexpectancy (word?) managed to shatter her weekend plans with just a mere suggestion. "Oh, come on!" he said in a coaxing tone. He knew that he couldn't wait until Monday morning to see her again, even though the image of her was vivid in his imagination. It was an image he could not shake. Not that he wanted to.... "What have you got to lose?" he continued on his persuasion crusade. "You'll have great food and even greater company...come on Scully..." he ended this last sentence in a more whining tone of voice. "OK Mulder," she gave up, "You know there's nothing I hate more than to hear a grown man whine like a two year old baby. Pick me up in an hour," she concluded. She put down the receiver just in time to miss Mulder's enthusiastic - "Great I'll be there." "Leave it to Mulder to put disorder into my life," she thought. She glanced at the stack of videos she had rented. Guess the Rocky Road will have to wait for tomorrow and so will the hot lingering relaxing bath. There was no way that she would be able to mange that and still be ready in time for Mulder's arrival ... that is if Mulder doesn't decide to have another heart to heart with his stomach once more.... ****** "God damn it!" Mulder scolded himself almost out loud. "What the hell were you thinking when you put your hand on her the way you did? Did you really think that she would melt at your touch and fall into your arms? This is no fucking movie. This is real life and things don't happen that way even if you really want them too. Oh, and news flash - wishing on stars doesn't help either!!!" The repeated honking from behind brought Mulder to the realization that he hadn't moved an inch since the light changed to green. "OK - hold your horses!" Mulder called out. He looked in the rear view mirror and caught a glimpse of the angry face on the driver in the Jade Neon behind them. He put his foot on the gas pedal and the car leapt forward just before the light turned red once more. "Mulder, is something wrong?" he heard Scully's concerned voice from the passengers seat. "You seemed a bit distracted back there..." <> "It's just my insomniac nature. I can't fall asleep all night long, but I get my shut-eye at stoplights. There's something about that red light that puts you in a sleepy daze." He chuckled hoping that she would inquire no further. "Mulder, I know you better than that. Talk to me..." He got the feeling that she wasn't going to let up on him until he told her something that would put her mind to rest. But what could he say? He couldn't tell her that her perfume was driving him crazy. Not to mention the way she was dressed tonight. The above the knee skirt and that tight v-neck top that showed just a hint of cleavage was causing his imagination to run wild. How could he tell her that, in fact, she was the main distraction? "The thing that's occupying my mind is something I'm not supposed to talk about. You forbade me to utter a word about it tonight." "Oh, so its work related is it?" "Yeah," he lied through clenched teeth. He hated lying to her of all people. "This damn case is just driving me crazy. I've been racking my brain trying to..." She shot him a glance and he knew that she wanted him to change the subject. "Oops. Sorry, I got a little carried away there didn't I?" He smiled apologetically. "I just want to feel like I have a life outside the bureau..." Her voice trailed off as she looked away. "You're right," he agreed not really understanding her. But he went long with her just to avoid an argument and to please her. <> Scully, on her side of the car, was getting thoughts of her own. With work talk out of the way, what was left to talk about was personal matters - issues of the heart. She decided to go for it and to tell him what happened three months ago. The day her perception of her partner started turning from innocent feelings to more profound ones. "Mulder, there's something that I want to tell you," she started speaking. Hoping she wasn't going to regret this after it had all been said. Her voice must have come out sounding more serious than she had intended because she heard Mulder ask, "Do you want me to pull over?" "No, we can continue to talk about it in the restaurant. You were starving don't you remember? I don't want your stomach blaming me for you're lack of nourishment." "Was I hungry?" Mulder thought. It sure seemed that way an hour and a half ago. But since Scully entered the car he had forgotten almost everything. He was just concentrating on getting them to the restaurant safely without crashing the car from the excitement that she caused within him. Scully began her little story. Not quite sure what was causing this need in her to create more difficulty in her already unconventional life. "I guess the stress is taking its toll on me," she thought. "About three months ago I was visiting my mom and she was entertaining a new couple that had moved across the street. You know what my mom is like with her Christian charity notions. She couldn't let them move in without the famous Scully welcome wagon tradition." Mulder smiled, recalling Margaret's hospitality and warm-hearted behavior. "They're a middle aged couple," Scully continued. "The husband is a lawyer and the wife is into mysticism. Predicting the future, reading your karma, that's sort of thing..." "Compared to me she sounds normal," Mulder volunteered. He knew full well that Scully was as skeptic in the mystic department just as she had been (still is) in the alien one. All this while, Mulder was searching the road up ahead for an appropriate place to pull over. Scully looked like she had something to get off her chest and he wanted to give her his undivided attention. "Talk about 'opposites attract'," Mulder thought out loud. "Logic meeting the spiritual ... a bit like us..." "No, Mulder. With us it's more like logic meets insanity. You being the kook between the two of us," Scully taunted further before continuing. "We were all sitting around the kitchen table drinking coffee and eating my moms famous apple crumb cake and the mystic asked me if I wanted her to read my Karma." The image of Margaret's apple crumb cake brought Mulder's taste buds to life. That triggered his stomach juices to rotate, creating a rumble in his abdomen. He hoped Scully didn't hear it. Apparently not, because she continued speaking without so much as a pause. "You know me. I usually don't fall for these things, but she said that there was something very important that she has to tell me. Something that would change my life and the way I perceived it... " She looked into my eyes with the most intense stare that anyone had ever given me. It was as if she was penetrating all of my walls of defense and heading straight into my heart. Bypassing my heart and reading my mind on the way. Mulder stopped the car at the side of the road after finding a little secluded street and stilled the engine. He was eager to hear what Scully was going to say next. She normally would dismiss these unconventional attempts of human analyses. But it seemed to Mulder that for once, his partner was ready to admit that she believes. Not in the same truth that he has been chasing for the past five years, but a truth of her own. Giving Scully a once over he decided, "Yes, she does look more enlightened." That thought brought a content smile to his face. One that stopped his partner's flow of words in mid air and from out of nowhere Scully's hand smacked a direct strike to his chest. Mulder jerked back as he cried out, "Hey! What was that for?" He detected an enraged disposition on his partner's face. "Here I am trying to be serious with you. Trying to pour my heart out and all you can do is sit there and smirk? I know that..." Mulder stopped her before she could go any further or manage to stick her foot in her mouth. "Dana, I wasn't laughing at you. Nor was I being condescending in any shape or form. I know that sometimes it seems that way, but you gotta look deeper than that. And if you were to have read my mind right about the time that I began grinning, you would have known that I was thinking how proud I am of you. You've made so much progress and opened your mind up to extreme possibilities since that day you walked into the basement five years ago. You never cease to amaze me Dana. Just when I think that I've pushed you to the limit, you reset your boundaries and continue stronger and more determined than ever. You have the strength and the authority to find your truth Dana. I believe that with all my heart." Scully was taken aback. Never in her wildest dreams could she have anticipated the words exiting her partner's mouth. "I'm sorry," she heard herself apologizing. She kept her stare fixed upon the windshield of the car in front of her. Not daring to look into Mulder's captivating hazel eyes, knowing fully well that she would start crying. <"I wonder if he has any idea what his words do to me. They touch me in ways that I can't even understand. Let alone explain to anyone else. Tell him Dana. Stop holding back. Stop being such a coward. What a joke . . . here he is complimenting you on your strength and you can't even muster up just a bit of it to tell him how you feel about him."> "Keep talking, Scully," Mulder said gently. Hoping he had softened her up enough not to be slapped once more. Scully's voice started again. "It's the heart afraid of breaking that never learns to dance. It's the dream afraid of waking that never takes a chance. It's the soul afraid of dying that never learns to live." "That's beautiful," Mulder commented. "Where did you quote that from?" "Its what the psychic told me." "Obviously these words spoke to you." "Yes, they did. They made me think about my life. Reconsider the choices that I have made." "Sounds to me like you have been doing a little soul searching, Scully. And you've made some decisions regarding your happiness." "Yes, that's right. God Mulder, it's so difficult for me to say what I'm about to say. So just hear me out until the end. Can you do that for me? Because I might not be able to repeat myself if I'm stopped in the middle." "Scully, are you leaving the FBI? Are you leaving me? Is that what you wanted to tell me?" Mulder asked with terror in his eyes. "No Mulder," Scully smiled an encouraging smile. "I wish it was as easy as that." "Oh, well in that case everything is OK. Just as long as were together as partners, we can get over practically every obstacle that life puts in front of us." She heard his voice ease up a bit. A hint of relief could be traced. "So what is it Scully? Just say it. You've got me sitting on pins and needles here . . ." Scully felt the uneasiness creeping over her body as she began speaking the words of no return. "You entered my life . . . maybe it was blind fate. Maybe a mere coincidence, but it was like I had been waiting for you my whole life. Quiet like a thief in the night, you crept into my heart and hit me with such a powerful emotional awakening. My soul suddenly began longing for that wonderful feeling of you that tides up and sets me free. I'm all wiped out from the speed of this life. But with you - I have the energy to work magic. In the middle of the night your name and image are pressed into my dreams. In broad daylight you could never know that. In my dreams, your love hits me like the wind through the sand. Causing me to lose my balance from the sheer force of you. My body is addicted to your touch with a thirst I just can't explain. And so I go on. Drawn to you until my eyes flutter open and the realization sinks in that once again, my mind has played a trick on me." "Scully, please stop," she heard Mulder's voice shaking in the background. She thought she felt the trace of his hand on the outline of her shoulder, but she was shaking so hard she couldn't be sure of anything at that given moment. "Ask me for anything now and I would do it," her voice trembled. "Ask me to do anything but stop." "Scully please look at me. I need for you to look at me," Mulder pleaded. She turned her head to face him ever so slowly. Predicting the rejection that she was about to face, she tried to put it off for as long as she could. That along with fighting back her tears, was an impossible mission. But she managed to do both - surprising even herself. Mulder, on the other side of the car, wasn't doing such a good job at holding back the tears. They were stinging his eyes and burning a trail down his cheeks landing softly on his shirt. He blinked once. Trying to focus on the sight before him through the blur of the tears. Attempting to get a clear view. Anticipating the second in which their eyes would meet - it felt like a lifetime. But when at long last it happened, he allowed all of the warmth from his heart - the heat that was caused by Dana's infinite words that had soared through his body causing him to lose his senses for a fierce moment - to make its way over merging with hers. Something in her eyes reassured him that only good could come out of this and that for once he had landed upon a safe shore where fear did not exist. And maybe that's the reason why he found the next words so easy to mouth. "I love you Dana Katherine Scully." Mulder's breathing was ragged. The heat of desire was strong and intense in his eyes as he watched Scully inch towards him. The look on her face showed determination. Determination to act out a masterminded plan. The touch of her hand on his thigh brought his organ to acute sensitivity. With a swift movement she unfastened his belt - almost breaking a fingernail in the process of unbuttoning his jeans. She paused for a minute, looking up at his face and detecting nothing more than astonishment. That wasn't the look she was going for. A voice inside her screamed out, "Wait, what if this is wrong? What if this isn't what he wants?" But staring down at his growing hard on, she decided to proceed until she heard him mouth the word 'stop'. She hoped he wouldn't because they had crossed the borderline and there was no going back from here. She peeled off his jeans trying her damnedest not to get hit on the head by the steering wheel. But somehow, she managed to get the stick shift jammed into her abdomen. "Ouch" she said quietly, thinking Mulder hadn't heard her. But he had. "Are you all right Scully?" he asked in a worried tone. She didn't answer. Instead she started licking the insides of his thighs with her tongue with small circular wet movements. Smelling the sweet smell of his soap upon his skin. Then she blew on the wet spots ever so lightly. <"It feels like a cool breeze on a hot summers day."> Mulder thought as he enjoyed what she was doing to him. Scully's hands snaked up his body beneath his shirt. She felt his muscles tense up as her fingernails grazed them - slightly tickling. She continued with these spider-like movements across his chest, causing Mulder to lay his head back and allowing the headrest to support his head as well as his full body weight. Closing his eyes he engrossed himself in the feeling of tranquillity his partner was inflicting upon him. Not even if in his wildest dreams did her touch feel as good as this. With an adrenaline rush Scully took the waistband of Mulder's briefs between her teeth pulling down to reveal the flesh hiding beneath it. She managed to do just half the job and decided that he better use her hand before she chipped a tooth. If that was even possible in a situation like this, but stranger things have been known to happen. After a second of fumbling, Mulder's penis was unleashed and exposed in its full glory. "WOW!" Scully exclaimed almost out loud. "Never saw a guy this big before. Mulder was definitely one of a kind." Without further thought and driven with a craving she hadn't experienced before, Scully opened her lips and licked the knob of Mulder's penis. She sucked it slowly into her mouth, savoring the taste and imbibed him deeply to the very base of his organ until the rough curls of his pubic hair caressed her lips. With a pointed tongue she licked the underpart of the pulsating organ and sucked his scrotum, ever so gently, into her mouth and flicked - fondling the balls within the sac with her tongue with passionate kisses. "You're wonderful" he told her repeatedly. Marveling over the sexual power she had over him, her tongue continued with dexterity of exploring him. Until finally, she took all of him in her mouth and started moving up and down on him. His breaths were coming in small gasps and she could see his stomach muscles twitching - seeking the ultimate release. Above all things she wanted to please him. To bring his troubled mind to perfect peace. His perfect structured body to complete fulfillment. "Let go Mulder" she pleaded in her mind. "This is pure heaven," Mulder thought through the bolts of ecstasy that were shooting through him. "But I can't come. Not yet. Please Scully stop - I'm so fucking close to exploding like you wouldn't believe." He thought that he had spoken the words out loud, but the car remained silent. Only the sounds of their fast panting could be heard. He managed to raise himself from the seat and he bent over, trying to come closer to Scully's ear in order to tell her to stop. But he couldn't. His words came out muffled against her fresh smelling hair and the sensation of her lips brushing against his stiffness with more intensity now. It made him forget that he had been about to refuse her. Sensing his movement, Scully knew fully well what Mulder was thinking and acknowledged the fact that she had to move fast. More rapidly, she pumped down hard on him intensifying the pressure until she hard Mulder's loud groan indicating that a bodily eruption would come next. And indeed she was right. With an even louder wail, Mulder collapsed into the car seat once more muttering "Jesus Christ" in the process. His head hit and collided with the upholstery of the headrest. He could hear Scully's mocking voice in the background. "Becoming religious all of a sudden are we, Fox?" His name had never sounded sweeter than right now coming from her throat. He managed a smile and still was not able to open his eyes. He was afraid that if he did, the real world would sink in. That he'd be back on his leather couch with a sore right hand. He felt Scully climbing up his body. Shifting her position, she settled against him more comfortably. She buried her face in the hollow of his throat, absorbing the masculine smell of him. She felt the heated moisture of his skin bond to her cheek. Counting to three Mulder opened his eyes. Relieved to discover it wasn't a hallucination - that his mind hadn't contrived the whole thing. Softly he caressed Scully's soft hair, massaging the nape of her neck as he felt her hot breath upon him. He lifted her chin up with his finger causing her to look deep into his eyes as he mouthed the words "Thank you Scully." She glanced down almost with embarrassment and chuckled saying, "Hey that's what partners are for." "Scully..." Mulder started again. He wanted to make sure she knew just how she had made him feel just now. How utterly grateful he was and how much she meant to him. But she wouldn't let him talk. "I know Mulder. You don't have to say anything. I've reached your soul with just one look into your eyes and I've heard all of the words loud and clear. We don't need any words right now." "I know Mulder. You don't have to say anything. I've reached your soul with just one look into your eyes and I've heard all of the words loud and clear. We don't need any words right now." And with that she edged up towards his lips - closing hers upon them. His lips parted willingly, inviting her inside. She blindingly answered him with an invitation of her own. His tongue, soft and sweet, came out to curl gently around hers. Coaxing, teasing, until his arms tightened around her. His tongue continued swift and sure - stroking at hers. If a mere kiss could bring her this much pleasure, she thought she was likely to die if he did more. If that were the case, Scully anticipated this death with glee. She felt the shivering response of her skin as his fingers glided along her throat. Then dropping lower to the neckline of her shirt - pausing gently on the tender rise of her breasts. Scully drew in a breath. Even through the material of her shirt, Mulder's touch was like hot coals burning her flesh. With skillful hands Mulder managed to dispense of her top and unclasped her bra pausing only for a split second. Mulder had to stop for an instant to enjoy the view in front of him. Scully's breasts were a sight for sore eyes. They were lovely, full high, a voluptuous shape and lustful with her already hardened nipples. He bent down low - his mouth sucking fiercely on one nipple. Biting into the soft flesh and leaving red blotches to match the color of her stained cheeks. A whimper rose from the back of Scully's throat. She knew he had taken possession of her in all of his dimensions. Sensing her pleasure, Mulder smiled and stroked her hair in a way that sent shivers down her spine. He then proceeded lower and eased her skirt off her hips and pushed down her silk panties without so much as a second thought or glance. He rested his hand on her mound of curls and began exploring her with his middle finger, surprised to find that she was already moist with several timid orgasms that even she had not been aware of. All she had felt was ecstasy and had given no thought to where it came from. He felt the silky smoothness on his caressing fingers as they explored her insides. With a soft groan as a reply to his action, he pressed his face closer drawing her exquisite scent deep into his lungs and tasting the velvet softness of her skin with his inquisitive tongue. The slow insistent movements of his fingers were driving her crazy by degrees. She felt the muscles of her stomach contract beneath the soft whispered touch of his fingers slipping deeper inside her. Scully took his face between her palms and looked at him with such tenderness, such complete honesty - that it ripped through him like an explosion when she said, "make love to me". Mulder knew then and there that he would never forget that look in her ocean blue eyes. Soft and luminous with desire. Mulder moved back and forth across her clit and probed gently the place he was about to enter. She was tight and it excited him that she would clench him so well. She clung to him. Feeling her body opening wide welcoming him in - he took her with one forceful and deep thrust. Whispering "you're magnificent, so luscious to be inside of". Scully squirmed with pleasure and felt her body tense as a powerful orgasm began to build within her. Mulder was falling into her deeper with each and every movement and she was a willing participant. She responded to each of his thrusts with a counter movement of her own and a bunch of breathless gasps. Scully grasped hard at Mulder's muscular arms and called out his name again and again as he mastered her with his powers as a lover. Powers that she never thought existed in him. He thrust in and out of her with monotonous rhythm that would assure her climax. Scully's breathing was audible to her ears - coming in short jerky gasps. She thought that her heart would surely burst - so intense was the pounding within her chest. Mulder's whole body trembled with restraint as he kissed Scully's mouth, her face, her throat, leaving nothing untouched. The world seemed to hover above Scully in vivid and beautiful colors. Then descended on her with trembling vibrations as Mulder wrung an intense orgasm from her. She came with an energetic pant. "Oh Mulder the things you do to me." Scully contracted her pelvic muscles and sent Mulder over the edge. She could feel him drenching her from within. Scully could smell the drying odor of sweat, neither pleasant nor unpleasant. But that coupled with Mulder's nearness left her dizzy as she let her whole body rest on his. Both of their breathing slowing down, they sat there. Their arms entwined resting alongside their naked exhausted bodies in the stillness of the car... "I love you Dana," Mulder said for the second time that evening - not expecting to hear it said back to him. Just enjoying the liberation of finally speaking those words out loud. "Before you came into my life, it was so easy to mock the sweet temptation that human flesh had to offer with the magic and the secrets that it held within it. But you changed that in me. You planted the seed of desire in me and there was nothing that I could do to resist its growth. And believe me, I tried. I dug it up and out of the earth numerous times. Only to discover that somehow it had made its way back to its original place in the soil of my heart. I was finally brought to the point where I accepted the seed as part of my life, even though I wasn't sure it would flourish into a beautiful flower. But I never lost that hope." Mulder paused for a moment moving his hand on the surface of Scully's bare back. He glanced at her petite figure collapsed with exhaustion, glued to his body. He squeezed Scully deeper into him just to prove to himself that this wasn't a dream. Scully raised her head - which was resting on Mulder's chest. Listening to the rhythmic beat of his heart and absorbing the smell of him - memorizing it to perfection. She looked up at him and smiled a reassuring grin that gave Mulder the green light to proceed verbalizing his thoughts and feelings. "Tonight your voice sang only for me. Your body danced a private swirl for no one else but me. Your presence is a burning fire digging into the core of my bones. You unraveled in front of my eyes tonight with each word. With every touch and caress in all of the colors of the rainbow." Mulder could now detect a faint blush on Scully's face from the intensity of his words. And he felt the same flush making its way across his own face with the realization of the non-stop flow of his words. "It's weird how we can handle guns, near death experiences, abductions, flukemen, black oils and government conspiracies. But when it comes to matters of the heart, dealing with your own happiness - we push it all aside. Try to convince ourselves that we are unworthy or unwanted. It's much easier that way. There's no need for self-exposure and dealing with the hurt that comes along with it. For the unmasking brings on the danger along with the risk. It's like being thrown into the ocean without a lifeline or the knowledge that you can swim. So you hit the water and the waves are stronger than you had ever imagined. You try fighting them knowing fully well that it would require less effort to stop battling those waves. All you have to do is show no restraint at all. Let the waves control you. Become in synch with them. Allowing the water to pull you down into its abyss." "I want to swim with you Mulder. We can fight the waves together," came Scully's determined voice as she shot Mulder an annoyed glance. "I don't believe even for one second that you would chose to take the easy way out. That's just not you. And don't even try to deny it. You have come this far thanks to your fierce determination and your ability to fight any problem head on. Not giving up until you got your way. This shouldn't be any different." "And what happens if one of us begins to drown? The sea can be a very aggressive enemy." "Don't forget that you are dealing with not only a navy captain's daughter, but also a medical doctor. This gives me a two-point advantage. First of all, I know all the tricks of the sea thanks to Ahab. And I posses the ability of soothing it down in rough conditions. And second, my medical degree has given me the ability of acting out the CPR procedure to perfection. There is no way that I would ever let you drown under my close inspection," Scully said teasingly. Trying to blow away the dark shadow that Mulder had cast over the situation with his lack of tact yet again. Mulder didn't comment and she knew that she had put a few doubts to rest in his mind. "What took you so long Mulder?" Scully asked inquisitively. "You did say that you have been fighting these feelings for a while." "Well...," Mulder started off. Trying to put into words the best explanation he could - since Scully's question almost seemed more like an accusation than an inquiry. "I guess I knew I loved you but I didn't know how to put it into words. The stronger the feelings got, the more it muted me. And when I knew that I wanted you. And I thought I finally had the strength to say it out loud, I didn't want to hear you say that you didn't want me the same way. If only I had told you a long time ago," Mulder said. A twitch taking hold of his stomach. "No Mulder. It's good that this happened just now. I think it wouldn't have worked way back then. We have matured greatly ever since the first day that we met. I think we both had to acknowledge the fact that we were ready for this. Our actions as partners and what we've been through over the years helped us reach this recognition." "Scully, there is nothing that I would like more than to stay with you in this position for the rest of the night , but I think we are attracting some unwanted attention," Mulder said pointing at something outside the window. Scully raised her head and noticed that there were a couple of people walking the street trying not to stare at the sight before them, but finding it difficult to do so. Mulder smiled an awkward smile as he grabbed his shirt - which had been tossed to the floor in the heat of passion. He covered Scully with it and gently suggested that they get dressed. Scully planted a light kiss on Mulder's chest as she raised her body off of him. Taking one last long look at that amazingly fit and godlike structured physique of his. She moved into the passenger's seat once more and started searching for her clothes. She detected a stillness on the driver side as opposed to her frantic fumble. Looking over, she caught Mulder's eyes roaming all over her. His glare burning her still naked flesh. Suddenly she felt self-conscious and tightened Mulder's shirt around her trying to cover herself up the best she could. Thank God Mulder's shirt size compared to her own left a lot of material for her to wrap herself in. "What?!" she exclaimed. "You are so beautiful Dana Scully," Mulder remarked - honesty filling his statement. "You're not so bad yourself," Scully grinned sheepishly in return. Leaning forward to lock her lips with Mulder's yet again; she let go of the shirt exposing her bare skin to him. Mulder's tongue slipped so naturally into her mouth - filling her up with the familiar warmness she had experienced earlier. And as Mulder pulled her closer she could feel him getting harder once more. "Mulder you're insatiable!" Scully exclaimed pulling away. "Well, I can't get enough of you," he said with a glint in his eyes. "I can see that," Scully smiled with content. Eyeing his organ with longing. "Let's continue this in my apartment. This is a little too uncomfortable." she thought to herself. ***** Ten minutes later the two agents made their way over to Scully's apartment. But Mulder couldn't keep his mind from racing. Questions of what would happen the next day, the next week or even the next month refused to exit his mind. He decided that since they had put their cards on the table, he might as well go on using the same bluntness and sincerity that had worked for them earlier on. "What's going to happen tomorrow morning Scully?" he asked. "Well..." Scully started off as if she had anticipated this question and had an answer ready for him. "You're probably going to wake up in my bed. We'll have breakfast together. And then we'll go to work and do what we do best." Mulder's heart sank with disappointment. He could feel his face flushing with anger. he scolded himself. His thoughts were interrupted by Scully's voice. "Mulder I was just kidding. You didn't honestly take me seriously did you? Did you honestly think that after tonight I would actually go back to having you as a work partner and nothing more? I want you to share my bed. To share my life. You, Fox, are an indispensable part of my soul. I love you Fox Mulder. I hope you realize that." "Can you say it once again?" he asked. Relieved that she had been kidding. "I'll say it a million times more if that's what you want me to do. If that's what will convince you. But I have a more effective way of showing you that my feelings are real and it doesn't involve using words." Scully grinned mischievously. "So what will it be - door number one or door number two?" "I think I'll pick door number one," Mulder replied. He wanted to hear those three magic words again. For when coming out of Dana's sweet mouth, they were like soft music to his ears. A compensation for all those bad childhood memories - everything seemed to subside as she voiced them. "I love you, Fox Mulder." Mulder leaned over and kissed Dana's forehead with such tenderness, that she closed her eyes thanking God for sending his angel in the form of her partner into her life. As she opened her eyes again she faced Mulder's childlike grin, "So now can I get door number two?" Scully started laughing as she replied, "I thought you would never ask." THE END