TITLE: What dreams may come! AUTHOR: Claudia Sousa, a.k.a. Everything Dies E-MAIL: Claudia_Sousa@yahoo.com RATING: NC-17 DISTRIBUTION: Anywhere as long as my name and e-mail are attached SPOILERS: Nope... CATEGORY: MSR (is there any other kind?); little H and tiny A; SUMMARY: A little incident in the basement causes M&S to finally face their feelings. DATE: 01/17/00 FEEDBACK: Please, please, please, please.... (sigh) DISCLAIMER: Mulder and Scully don't belong to me (Surprise!! Surprise!!). They belong to CC, Fox, DD and GA. Just having a little fun with them, no harm intended. Please don't sue, I ain't got any money. And now, on with the show... XXXXXXXXXXXXX J. Edgar Hoover building FBI headquarters Washington DC 08:05 am Scully's incredibly late!! Well, not really incredibly, but very very late. Maybe not very... a little. Ok, Ok 5 minutes late; but late nonetheless, very UnScully like behavior. What if something happened to her? Maybe I should call her cell phone, just to make sure she was not involved in any accident, or sick, or... "Good morning Mulder", I hear her beautiful voice say. "Scully... thank God; I mean, good morning to you too." Ok, I know I'm a pathetic man, better still a pathetic idiot, but it's only because I care for her. If only she knew how I worry about her safety when she's not around. The nights are practically unbearable and on weekends... well, either I make an excuse for us to work or start climbing my living room walls by Saturday afternoon. Sometimes I find myself driving through her apartment late at night to make sure nothing disturbs her sleep. I think that if her neighbors didn't knew me already they would have called the police on me for stalking her or something. Lately I've been having even more trouble sleeping, so I'm finding myself in front of her apartment building often. Her voice pulls me out of my reveries as I realize she's asking something. "What Scully?" "I asked if that's a new case you're holding?" "Holding??" Oh yeah, the case file in my hand!!! "Of course, holding... no, it's not a case. I mean... it's an old case. I was just looking at it, while waiting for you to arrive." "So, what's on the agenda for today partner?" she asks with a playful smirk on her lips. Once, just once, I would like to see a real Scully-smile. Not a smirk, not a lips twitch - a real glowing-eyes-with-teeth-smile. I wonder what it takes for her to... "Mulder?!..." She's waiting for my answer. Apparently I was lost in my thoughts again and didn't answer her. What is with me today?? "Just paperwork partner" I reply answering her smirk with one of my own. "Oh, the wonders of paperwork!!! Lord, kill me now." "Oh come on Scully, there are worst things then paperwork." "Really? Name one." "Well, there's always... let's see... huh... ok, you're right. Want to skip work and go hang out in the mall?" This earns me 'the eyebrow thing' along with a soft smile that knocks me completely off my feet. "Shut up and pass me those receipt." ********** Mulder's been acting strange lately. I've never seen him so unfocused at work, and so lost in his own thoughts. I mean, take today for instance: He is totally distant; he hasn't had any paperwork done yet, whenever I ask him something he takes minutes to answer, and even so only when I have asked him at least three times; he hasn't made any comments, jokes, innuendoes; and guess what? For at least two times I heard him sigh. Let me tell you, if I didn't knew better I'd say he was dealing with problems of the heart; maybe a women that doesn't want him, or a love from the past that has returned, or something like that. But this is Mulder; I've known him for seven years and if he was indeed involved or in love with someone I would be the first to know about it. It's got to be something else... I risk a glance at him and my mouth drops open - He fell asleep at his desk. If I wasn't seeing this with my own eyes I wouldn't believe it. The Mulder I know would never fall asleep during work hours; actually, the Mulder I know rarely sleeps at all. There's definitely something happening to him, and I intend to find out what. Meanwhile, I let my eyes drink in the view given to me: Mulder's an incredibly handsome man, more so than I like to admit, and in the rare occasions that I had seen him sleeping, mostly when he was in hospital beds after doing something rash and dangerous, I found that he looks beautiful; not just a handsome man, but the most beautiful man I've ever seen. He looks so much younger when he's sleeping, and I can't help thinking about the feelings that roam through my heart when I see him like this. I take a look at his fantastic face resting against the papers scattered all over his desk - his tousled hair spreading over his closed eyes, ears and forehead; the pouty lips slightly opened, the lower one standing out as usual, as if asking to be kissed; the slight movement of his chest as he breathes; the arms stretched on each side of his face. I realize I'm crying and I understand why: I love this man so much that just looking at him makes me think of all the things that we have together, and all the things that we could have. I am so thankful to God for allowing us to be together, to give me his friendship, his trust, his company, his unconditional support. But I can't help wishing more, thinking that maybe there's something else that we could be, that I wanted us to be, but that we aren't. Lovers - I find it hard to say the word, or even thinking it without blushing. Mulder and me - Lovers. That's what I think it's missing; not that I would ever admit to him that I love him like that; simply because I don't think he feels the same way. The way I see it, he's a guy, and if he was somewhat interested in me, as a women, he would have done something by now. He would have made a move, asked me out or try to kiss me, or... I don't know - something to make me understand that he wanted me. I don't doubt that Mulder loves me, I know he does; he just doesn't love me the way I love him. I hear a sound coming from his direction and I focus my attention back on him. It seems that he's having a nightmare, because he's agitated and making sounds and... "Me too..." What did he say? Me too?? What kind of a nightmare is he having anyway? "I feel the same way. For so long I wanted to..." Wanted to what?? Oh please Mulder what are you dreaming about? Somehow I don't think it's a nightmare. He's actually smiling, and what a gorgeous smile it is. "I love you too. Always have, always will..." My heart just shattered into a million little pieces. I can't believe what I just heard. He's dreaming about her, the women that has kept him so distracted lately. I was right all along: it is a women. God, I wish I had been wrong... The realization of what I heard hits me like a ton of bricks: Mulder's in love with a women, someone that he knows for a while I'm sure, and he can't stop thinking about her. He even dreams with her. I know it's ridiculous but I feel as if he's cheating on me; like the fact that he loves someone else and not me is a betrayal; like he should have told me about her the minute he met her; like I'm his wife or something. Get a grip women!!! He's not yours, never was, and apparently never will be, so just let it go, compose yourself and try to act like everything's swell when he wakes up. Sure, I can do this... I've kept my feelings at check for seven years, I can continue to do it, no problem; no sir... just good old Scully, doing paperwork while her partner sleeps and dreams of another.... STOP IT!! I think I better go for a walk or something before I do something really embarrassing; a walk would do me good, it will help keep my nerves at check. I just hope he wakes up before I return... ********** I wake up to find Scully's not here. Wait a minute... I wake up??? How the hell did I fall asleep anyway? And for how long have I been dozing off? Don't tell me that it's past six already? I look at my watch: 10:15. It's not even lunch time! Then where the hell is she?? She probably thinks I'm an idiot for falling asleep like that, but I couldn't help it; I am so tired, but the only times that I'm able to sleep I'm assaulted by nightmares, most of them about Scully being taken from me, or leaving me for a better life. Not today though: I was dreaming, that's true, but I was dreaming about her, saying that she loved me and that she always had; she was hugging me and talking sweet things in my ears and I was touching her hair and kissing her face... It was the most pleasant dream I had in a very long time now. I think I only fell asleep in the first place because she was here, with me. I knew she was safe and that she was close so I guess my exhaustion got the best of me. I can't help feeling a little embarrassed though; I mean falling asleep in your work place?? How can I hope a women like Scully to love me? I'm always cracking bad jokes, I have a terrible taste on ties, I never find the right words to compliment her or be charming and I'm always ditching her to go in some wild goose chase. I'm surprised that she puts up with me as a partner let alone her... Lover. I'm not going to lie and say that my feelings for her are purely friendly and that all this over-protection is a sign of concern for her just because of our work, and the danger that we're involved in every day. I mean, come on people!!! I've seen Scully turn grown man into crying babies in a second; she can physically tame men twice her size; she's very strong and I'm sure that if someone was stupid enough to attack her at her house or in the street they would be really sorry, really fast. I love her!! Not as my partner, not as my friend, but as a women. I drool for her body, I crave for her touch and I'd do anything for her to love me. I want us to be Lovers; I want to make love to her, and to held her in my arms all night and say 'I love you' over and over, until my heart is satisfied. I want her - body and soul - for the rest of my life. And I have no idea how to let her know that. ********** I hope Mulder's awake by now; I've walked for fifteen minutes just trying to organize my thoughts and to categorize my emotions. Thankfully I've reached some conclusions; and I've made some decisions. First I realized that I am jealous, and it is not the first time. Women like Phoebe Green and Angela White and Bambi Barenbaum and Diana Fowley have already caused that same reaction in me. Second, I'm hurt. Not that I can blame Mulder for causing this pain, at least not directly anyway. But it still hurts to think that he loves someone else and that he's not mine. And third, I'm angry. Not with him, but with myself - because I never told him how I felt, I never even tried to show that I loved him, and now that opportunity is gone, maybe forever. I decided to find out who this women is. I'm gonna ask Mulder directly, making sure he doesn't suspect anything, and then I'm gonna go to her and kill her and... NO, NO, NO!!! Wrong decision. Ok, from the start... I'm gonna ask him about her and make sure that he's not fooling himself. I want him to be 100% sure that she's the one he wants. Actually, I just want him to realize that I'm the one he should love and not her. So here's what I'm gonna do: I'm going back to the office, act like everything's the same and then when the timing is right I'm gonna casually ask him if he's seeing anyone and expect for him to open his heart to me. That's exactly what I'm gonna do; smooth and calm... casual... "Up already Mulder? But it's not even lunch time!" Oh yeah, that was really smooth... God I wish I could slap myself. "Hey Scully, sorry about that. I just haven't had many sleep lately, and I was up all night yesterday." Why was he up all night? Don't tell me... no, if he's sleeping with her I really don't want to know. "Up all night?? What, did you had a hot date or something?" Is my mouth rebelling against me or something? My plan was smooth, calm and casual. I have to SHUT UP before he realizes how jealous I am. "No... it wasn't a date. I've just been having these nightmares and I can't sleep." He's staring at the floor, probably too hurt by my words. When he does indeed look at me I can't surpress a sigh: Mulder's crying; it's just a single tear rolling down his face, but nonetheless - he's crying. I feel so guilty all of a sudden. How could I be so harsh on him. "Oh Mulder, I'm sorry; I didn't mean to snap at you. God, how can I be so stupid." "No, Scully, it's not you; it's just.... I'm tired; tired of pretending, tired of not being able to..." Oh Mulder please don't shut me out! I want to know what's going on with you, I need to know. "Talk to me", I say trying to let all my willingness to hear him show in those simple words. ********** I can't believe I've cracked like that in front of Scully. Never, for as long as I know myself, have I felt so alone and in such need for understanding and love. And I never thought that I would cry in front of her, at least not without an apparent reason. It's not that she offended me or hurted me with her words. It was her eyes that caused me to crack. Though her words showed hanger her eyes looked hurt, as if I had done something that she never expected me to do. And although I don't understand why she'd be hurt with me, the truth is she is, and I just couldn't held that lonely tear to fall. Funny, don't you think? Lonely tear, lonely heart. Lonely. She's asking me to talk to her. I want to, but I can't figure out what to say. So many feelings tied in my heart for so long, so many wishes and desires, so many plans - I can't dump all this onto her. She doesn't deserve to be given this burden. Even if, hypothetically speaking, she shared my feelings, she loved me, it would still be too much for her to handle. Let's face it - Spooky Mulder is not someone any women would like to spend the rest of a life with. And Scully... she already has so much weight on her - her sister, the chip on her neck, her cancer (I know it's in remission, but it's not gone)... so much, heaving her beautiful little form; I just can't do this to her. "It's nothing Scully, really. Just some nightmares; but you know me - never needed too much sleep anyway." I try to smile but I think I failed completely. "I know something is happening to you Mulder; and don't tell me it's just the nightmares 'cause I know you better than that." "No...", I try to talk but she interrupts me. "Mulder, when you were sleeping in your desk an hour ago you were dreaming, and I know it wasn't a nightmare. The way you've been acting lately - all distracted, unfocused... I recognize the symptoms." "Scully, don't..." "It's because of a women isn't it? The nightmares and the lack of sleep and the distractions..." "Yes." ********** I have to try really hard for the disappointment not to show in my face, and I'm not sure I succeeded. Then it was true - Mulder is in love with a women. He just admitted it himself, there's no point in me trying to deny it. "It's a women that's keeping me awake; I have nightmares about losing her without letting her know what I feel; I want to have the courage to tell her, but I'm afraid of rejection, I'm afraid of losing her for good if I tell her." God Mulder, how can't you see that no women would ever rejected you. Why don't you realize that you're a dream man, that you are the Prince charming that every little girl hope to find. She won't reject you Mulder; at least I wouldn't... "Who is she?", I ask, although I'm not sure I want to know. "I can't tell you..." I'm taken aback by his answer, while my mind tries to understand why he can't tell me; maybe she's married with kids and a huge tattooed guy for a husband, or she's... "You can tell me anything." "I'm afraid Scully." I've never seen Mulder act this way. He's crying fully now; hundreds of tears are streaming down his face, soaking his shirt. He's staring at his hands, nervously twitching his fingers; I have to see his eyes, so I grab his chin gently and lift it up until he's facing me. "Tell me... who she is", I plea. "She's... you". ********** There, I said it!! I don't care anymore whether or not she feels the same way, I don't care if she'll dismiss me with a 'just friends speech', I said it and I feel great. No more hiding my feelings for her, no more secret lust, no more thoughts about what would happen if I told her - I did and I'm about to find out just what she thinks about it. At a first glance, I can see that she's in shock. She's siting in a chair (actually I think she fell on the chair), she's totally pale, her mouth is hanging open and her arms seem dead by her sides. After what seems like forever she finally reacts; and it's my turn to be shocked. Scully's laughing like a maniac, her eyes are glowing so much that it almost hurts to look at; almost. Because they have also turned into the most beautiful shade of blue that I've ever seen. I can't believe this!! She's giggling, and holding her stomach, and moving her legs, and... I don't think I've ever seen a most beautiful image in my life!! Wait a minute!! What if she didn't take me seriously? Maybe she thinks it was a joke? Oh please God, if you're out there, let this laugh be of happiness. I don't think I could handle if she misunderstood. "Oh Mulder..." She has stopped laughing now and she's staring right into my eyes; or maybe I'm staring into her eyes; I don't know who's staring at who and I really couldn't care less, because she turns to me and she says... ********** "Come to me Mulder!", I say and I see the initial shock of my words turn into expectation as he walks towards me. I'm not sure what I'm doing... I know what I want to do - kiss him - but I don't know if I should, at least not without letting him know how I feel for him. He kneels besides my chair and lifts his eyes to look at me. My hands instinctively grab his as I try to come up the words I need to tell him. "During your sleep early this morning, you said some things. Some things that got me wondering." "What did I say?" "You said 'I love you too. Always have, always will'. Who were you talking to? Was it really me?" "It's always you Scully. Ever since you came into my life seven years ago it's always been you. I was dreaming about you saying you loved me; I was dreaming about looking you in the eyes, tell you I loved you and..." Is he blushing?? Oh my, never in a million years would I guess Mulder blushed. "And?..." "Kiss you, I was kissing you." "Well Mulder, guess what? I do love you, always have, always will. And as for the kissing thing..." ********** Scully's face is moving closer and closer to mine, and I'm feeling very dizzy because she just said that she loves me and I know that I should be doing something, but I can't really think straight with her face so close, and... Oh. My. God. I'm kissing Scully. Actually she's kissing me, but who the hell cares? We're kissing each other, and she tasted so good I could kiss her for the rest of my life. I can't believe this is finally happening! She twines her arms around my neck and opens her mouth to allow me entry. As my tongue slips inside her mouth I can't surpress a moan, and she replies with a moan of her own, followed by her tongue probing the inside of my mouth. I realize my arms are still resting at my sides, so I decide to do something I always dreamed of - embracing her waist, pulling her even closer to me. When we unfortunately break the kiss to breathe (Stupid lungs!!!), I drink in the sight of her; swollen lips, blushed face, breathing hard, she's still the most beautiful women I've ever seen, and I'm never letting her out of my sight again. I feel something moving close to my thigh and when I look down I gasp; somehow I am now on my knees between Scully's legs, and she's moving closer to me, witch is causing her skirt to rise on her legs, giving me a full view of her bare thigh. Yes bare... because my Scully wears garter-belts. If I didn't knew better I'd say she's trying to... ********** I slide to the floor and settle full weight on Mulder's thighs. My legs are opened in each side of his and I make sure my crotch is touching his. My skirt is now almost around my waist but I really couldn't care less. I am so wet that It's almost embarrassing, but considering Mulder's remarkable hard-on, I'm not alone. Just one kiss has turned me into a quivering mass of sexual energy; well... one kiss and seven years of secret lust. Mulder's body has always turned many feminine eyes, and as a feminine I couldn't help having my shares of fantasies about... well, about what's will happen in here if I don't stop rubbing my wet center against his hard one. He looks deep into my eyes and behind the desire that we're both feeling I can see the love. He presses his forehead against mine and says "I love you". My heart stops for just a second as the words sink in. Of course that by now I already knew that he did, but hearing him actually saying the words is something completely... inebriating. In my head the words 'I love you' float, leaving no room for anything else excepts the words 'Mulder', 'me' and 'naked'. And somehow the office floor doesn't seem like a proper place to join these words. "Mulder, what do you say we skip work and go hang out..." "In the mall?" "I was thinking more like... my place." "Can't think of a better place to hang out." ********** I can't believe that I'm driving Scully home; better yet, that I'm driving us to Scullys home and I don't even want to think about what's going to happen when we get there. You see, I need to focus on the road, and if I start thinking about anything involving Scully and a bed I'm pretty much bound to lose the control of the car. Since we left the office we haven't shared a word. However, our eyes are saying exactly what our minds and hearts are dictating. It's always been like that between Scully and me; we have an unspoken communication that few share and even fewer comprehend. I feel Scully's breath near my neck and nearly crash against a bike. Fortunately I always had the ability to focus on several things at the same time, so driving and feeling Scully's breath on my neck may not be a huge problem, as long as she keeps her hands and that incredible mouth away from me. We have to stop for a light, and the minute we do I feel her tongue slightly touching my Adams apple, moving west, towards the back of my neck. I'm very glad I'm not driving right now, 'cause otherwise I would have crashed against a wall or something. Man, this women can do the most incredible things to me. "Mulder?..." "Yeah..." "Do you have any idea what a great neck you have?" "Oh..." "The way your hair falls on the back of your neck - I've always wanted to run my hands and my tongue over it." Saying this, she does it; and my body jumps. Oh please don't let the light turn green, please... "And I've always wanted to suck on your neck to mark you. Mine. Property of Dana Scully." And she does it; she actually sucks my neck, and then the fucking light turns green and the idiot in the car behind us starts to honk. Ok, I can do this... I can. I just have to keep my eyes on the road and my mind somewhere else besides Scully's mouth on my neck. The car is moving... that's a good sign, right? I haven't crashed yet so I guess I'm handling this very well. "You know what else have I always wanted to suck on?" Oh, don't do this to me Scully. Don't say that you wanted to suck on my... "Your lower lip." Oh... my lip. "But I'll have to do that when we get home. After all we do want to get there in one piece, don't we?" "Yeah..." She returns to her side of the car and I practically whimper from the lost of her heat. At least now I'm able to think in what I'm doing... or not. Her apartment building, finally. I park the car and we quickly make our way to the entrance, keeping our hands off each other until we're at least inside the door. We don't even bother wait for the elevator - it's only two floors anyway. We might as well take the stairs. When we get to her doorway I finally pull her to me and kiss her deeply on the lips. Her tongue immediately makes it's way inside my mouth and I think I've never felt better in my life. "Mulder... inside." "Scully, your little pervert. What if one of your neighbors happen to show up." This earns me the eyebrow-thing again, this time followed by a small playful hit to the arm. "I meant inside the house." "Oh, now you're telling me..." "Mulder, I swear to God that if I didn't love you so much..." ********** The minute we step inside the apartment Mulder crushes my body to his. I guess our little foreplay in the car was too much for him, and now his hands are everywhere on my body, touching me and warming me the most incredible way possible. "Do you know how much I love *your* neck Scully?, he asks as he kisses my shoulder moving closer and closer... "The way your earlobe connects with the back of your neck always made me want to kiss it, lick it". "Oh... God." Let me tell you that Mulder has a very skilled mouth; his hole oral fixation thing is a bless. And he sure knows how to use his tongue. "You know Scully, I always wanted to mark you as mine. Property of Fox Mulder". He sucks on the back of my neck and I'm pretty sure that there will be a mark by tomorrow. Guess payback's a bitch, huh?? When he finally releases my neck and faces me once more the raw need and hunger can't be no longer hidden. No more playing around, no more teasing... this is the moment of truth. I kiss his cheek, then his nose, then his other cheek, then his lips, saying over and over "I love you, I love you..." He answers my kisses with some of his own, and my words are echoed by his, as he repeats over and over "Always have, always will..." ********** We're standing in Scully's bedroom now, although I'm not really sure as to how we got here; I guess it was somewhere between the removal of my jacket and the removal of hers. I feel her tiny hand work my shit buttons and I shiver when she finally gets it open and begins kissing my chest. Oh boy, my hole blood is travelling south, following the trail her lips are drawing. When she reaches my bellybutton she stops; I've almost recovered my ability to talk when I feel my belt being removed, followed by the sound of a zipper being opened. I risk a glance at my partner only to find her staring right back at me, her eyes piercing mine and a devilish look on her face. "Do you know what else I'd like to suck on Mulder?", she asks again, and I practically come just from her words. My pants are around my ankles, and I somehow find the strength to command my legs to lift so that Scully can remove them completely. "Oh Mulder... blue cotton boxers? I've always figured you as a black silk kind of guy..." Oh Scully, you're killing me here... please stop. "Stop? Are you sure that's what you want?", she asks, rubbing her hands through the cotton. How can she have heard me? Can she read my mind or something?? I guess I was talking out loud. Wow, that's pretty good, considering I thought my speaking ability was gone. "Should I stop?", she asks again. What does she want, a rational answer? God!! The women of my dreams if kissing my legs, her eyes are the same level as my crotch, she said that she wanted to suck on... and now she expects me to just answer to her, like everything's normal? "Mulder... I'm waiting..." "Don't... stop..." Her hands grab the waistband of my boxers and pushes them down, leaving me completely bare before her. I'm still rationalizing about how she should be naked too when I feel her hands grab my ass around the same time her tongue darts out to touch the very tip of my erected cock. I practically jump at the jolt of electricity running through my entire body. She's driving me completely insane with her long, slow strokes. The urge to force my hips into her mouth is very intense, but I know that that would ruin the moment. Besides, I don't want her to intensify her ministrations, I want her to stop it, because otherwise I may embarrass myself and ruin our interlude... ********** Mulder feels so good in my mouth that I don't care whether or not he's asking me to stop. What I said to him earlier is true - this has always been one of my fantasies. I'm doing this for him as much as for myself. I feel a drop of pre cum and I know that he's really close. I also know that he needs me to stop, so I reluctantly tare my mouth form his crotch with one final *pop* that causes the most primitive noise to escape his lips. Moving up his body I let one of my hands to linger on his fantastic ass, while the other busies it self memorizing every detail of his back. "I think it's time I help you get rid of this, don't you agree?" he asks pointing towards my clothes. "I think that's a terrific idea. Would you please help me?" "My pleasure..." Somehow his big clumsy fingers work the buttons of my blouse and skirt with surprising skill, and soon I'm standing before him in nothing but underwear and stockings. His next move is towards my bra, and as soon as my breasts are freed of the confinement I feel Mulders hand on one of them and his mouth on the other; My head falls back and my hole body threatens to collapse, as the exquisite pleasure of his movements make the muscles of my center twitch in delightment. His other hand has traveled south and is now doing the most incredible things to my navel. I long to feel those hands lower but he seems content just to touch my stomach. "Mulder... please..." "Do you want me to stop Scully?" "No... touch me, please." "But I am touching you Scully." "No... lower..." "Oh, you mean like this?" His hole hand is touching my crotch, fingers probing, pinching, driving me slowly out of my mind. "Is this how you wanted me to touch you Scully?" "Yeah..." "Do you want me to make you come?" Is the sun hot?? Of course I want you to make me come. Yes Mulder, yes... "No..." "No?" "Together, please..." He smiles. I'm glad he understood the message; I want my first time with Mulder to be complete, his body and my body joined as we reach the pick of ecstasy. And speaking about body... He holds me in his arms and carries me to the bed; like a pair of newlyweds we fall on the bed and start laughing and fumbling with the sheets. I feel Mulder adjusting his body, spreading it between my semi-open thighs. The way his body feels touching mine is something that I will never understand. Somehow it's as if our bodies were meant to be together, the same way our soul is. Who cares if he's bigger and heavier and stronger? I feel his gaze piercing mine, and as I look up... ********** As I look down and see Scullys eyes glowing I feel as if everything that ever happened to me was a preparation for this act; I know that she and I were destined to be together, that our souls, along with our bodies, belong to each other. As I enter her, my eyes slip shut, and the incredible feeling of her innerbody tight around mine, and her hands caressing my back cause for a tear to fall on her chest. But this time, my tear is of happiness, and it's not lonely anymore. Because as I look at Scully I see one tear slide down her face and join mine near her breast. Once again, I think of the irony: two bodies, two souls, two tears... Her hands grab my ass and she pushes me deeper inside her. I use my arms to support my weight on either side of her face as I thrust into her harder and harder. She's making this incredible little sounds that are driving me nuts, and her whole body is twitching and moving and gyrating and making it really hard for me to hold on. "Mulder... oh... harder, please..." Your wish is my command. As I push harder and harder I feel her inner muscles contract as she convulses around me. Her hands have left my ass and grabbed the back of my head, and as the orgasm flows out of her she bites my shoulder. I follow her almost immediately with such an intensity that I have to keep really hard not to collapse hard onto her. I do, however, wrap my arms around her and roll us over, so that it's her weight on top of mine. I look at her and... ********** I look at him and I see the most gorgeous smile spread across his lips and I'm sure there's a similar one on my lips. I feel so happy that I feel as if my heart is going to blow in my chest. "I can't believe this finally happened", I hear him say. "Me neither..." "God, Scully.. Do you have any idea how happy I am right now. I feel as if my heart..." "...will blow on your chest. Yeah... I feel it too." He pushes me even closer and kisses my lips deeply. I allow myself to linger into his embrace, and as I begin to feel sleepy I hear his voice, speaking directly to my ears: "I love you, Scully..." And all I need to answer is: "Always have... always will..." ********** Waking up in Scully's arms it's the most delightful sensation I've ever had the pleasure of experiencing. She fits so perfectly in my arms that all the nights I've spent without her seem meaningless. No matter how hard thing may become, from now on I feel that everything is where it should be - Scully and me together can face any obstacles ahead of us. I know that a relationship is a risky thing, considering the dangers we face daily, specially with the Powers That Be, but this day events are not going to change how we feel about each other. Just the way we act towards our feelings. Think about it: no more secret lust, no more driving through her apartment in the middle of the night, no more nightmares... just Scully and me, together forever. She steers in my arms and I look at her. Her eyes are barely open but there's the most incredible smile on her face, the one that I've been meaning to see for so long. "Hi Mulder, what time is it?" "Five o clock." "That means I've been asleep for at least three hours. Why didn't you wake me?" "Why would I do that? Besides, I've been asleep too, and with no nightmares this time." "I'm glad." She gives me a small peck on the lips before returning her head to it's proper place - my chest. We're silent for a couple minutes before I hear her voice again: "What are you thinking about Mulder?" "I was just thinking life's funny: I mean, just this morning I thought that the happiness of having you with me, to hold you and to love you were only a dream." "Well Mulder, you know what they say: You never know what dreams may come!" "Yeah..." "Oh... Mulder? Since we're talking about coming..." "Scully... you are insatiable..." THE END