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From: cheryld@inforamp.net (Cheryl Deluca)
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Subject: New: Us - NC -17
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Disclaimer:  1) They're not mine, and never was
		but I'm usin' them, just because
		CC's  kind and Fox don't mind
		And so long as I don't make no dough 	
		they won't sue my behind.
		
	       2) I used sections of the song "Come talk to me." by Peter
Gabriel - whom I love dearly. He is a magnificent song writer and
sometimes his words are so appropriate. I didn't get his permission to
use them, so I am hoping that someone who is kind enough to fill the
world with such amazing music, would be kind enough NOT to sue me..

Category: MSR  - Mulder/Scully Romance

Rating: Definitely NC-17

Timespan: 3rd season post Nessie show

Final note: If you are looking for an x-file here you're outta luck in
a big way. This is romantic fluff pure and simple. Also, it took me 3
days to write this, and I visualize everything before I put it down on
paper, so I feel like I have been walking around having mental sex for
the entire time. Yowza! 8 )

Us - By Cheryl De Luca

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * 
I did not come to steal 
This all is so unreal
Can you show me how you feel, now?
Come on come talk to me...
*Come talk to me, Peter Gabriel's Secret world Live
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * 

	Fox Mulder lay on his bed listening to the steady downpour going on
outside the small wood cabin he was presently occupying. This had been
going on for hours. The rain itself, could have been almost relaxing
had it not been for the fact that it was pouring indoors too. He
closed his eyes trying unsuccessfully to block out the steady drip
drip, from the ceiling into the various pots and pans scattered around
the room. 
	The electricity had gone out two hours before. The candles had run out
one hour after that. And Scully had the powerbook, so working through
his boredom was out of the question. In fact so was almost everything
that couldn't be done in a bed. 
	Wandering around a strange cabin in the dark could be dangerous,
something he'd discovered on his first and last trip to the toilet.
One stubbed toe and a bruised knee had plaintively urged him to stay
in bed.   
	'Life,' He reminded himself .'is unfair at times'. Not only did he not
find the prehistoric lake monster he had hoped to encounter, he was
now stuck in a rapidly deteriorating cabin, in the middle of a vicious
storm, with the worst case of indigestion he'd ever had. 
	It had to be the ribs... His thoughts drifted back to dinner. Two
racks of extra spicy ribs, broiled potatoes with gravy, and a salad.
It didn't sound too unhealthy at the time, and it tasted great, so why
was he suffering now??  It couldn't have been the two bags of
sunflower seeds, or the volcano ridge potato chips he'd picked up on
their way back to the cabin.. They were his favorite snack, so his
stomach was used to them.
	For the fourth time in the last two hours he got up out of bed and
made his way over to the window to see if there was any sign of life
in the cabin across from his. Scully had gone to bed earlier and was
still seemingly distraught over the loss of Quee Queg. 
	Mulder could have kicked himself now, for not being more sensitive to
her grief, but as someone who was used to doing almost weekly eulogies
over his toilet bowl, pet fish in hand, he just didn't get it. A pet
was a pet.  Dog, fish, cat, frog, for the most part they came and went
pretty quickly. 'Yeah, but dogs and cats, are companions.' His
subconscious pointed out. 'They are like children. You have to bath
them, feed them, brush them, walk them, talk to them...'
	"Alright ..." He muttered aloud, managing to avoid the two half full
pots of water, on his way back to bed. He'd offer his condolences once
again in the morning, and then maybe surprise her with a puppy once
they got back to DC.    	
	He flopped back onto the bed, locking his fingers behind his head, and
smiled to himself. There was however, a kind of poetic justice to the
mutt's demise. He'd ate, only to be eaten... It was almost Darwinian.
		Mulder's stomach twinged painfully at the thought of eating, and he
rubbed it through his T-shirt. He needed antacids badly. Scully would
have them, and maybe she wouldn't hate him too much, if he woke her up
with a medical emergency. It would also give him the chance to spend a
few minutes more with her, and why he wanted to was something he
really didn't want to examine.
	'You'll survive.' He told himself, staring up at a ceiling he really
couldn't see. 'Waking up your partner because you have a tummy ache
doesn't constitute a medical emergency.' 
	'You would say that' He groaned softly, and pulled he blankets up over
him, figuring the sensible part of him was right. He'd pretty much
decided to tough it out until morning when a large drop of water hit
him dead in the face. Blinking rapidly, Mulder sat up immediately as
another one hit him on his forehead and drizzled down his nose.
"Damn." he cursed softly. and jumped out of bed as the drops rapidly
turned into a steady stream. 'A tummy ache may not a medical
emergency,' He stated the next, and final point in his mental
argument. 'but drowning would be.'
	Feeling his way through the dark room, Mulder finally and painfully,
found the chair near the door that he'd left the rest of his clothes
on or around. Massaging his wounded thigh he reached out and grabbed
what felt like his jeans and then yanked them on over his boxers. 
	His socks were in a lump on the chair and he pulled them on and then
slipped into and one shoe. The other, he determined, had to be there
somewhere. He'd had them both when he'd arrived back at the cabin. He
had taken them both off at the same time, so it had to be there.
Getting down on his hands knees he searched under the old chair and
finally came up with the second shoe. "Yes.." He let out a happy whoop
and grabbed for his jacket hanging near the door. 
	Scully, he remembered, had the umbrella with her, so he tugged his
hood on and stepped out into the slick night air.   
	'This isn't a storm.' Mulder told himself as he struggled across the
short path connecting the two cabins. 'It's a goddamn hurricane'. 
	Heavy winds buffeted him as he reached the door, and clutched the door
frame in an attempt to keep himself upright. Gentility didn't even
enter his mind as he kicked heavily at the door. "It's Mulder" he
yelled. "Let me in.."
	A moment later a disheveled and sleepy Scully opened the door, and
stepped back in surprise as a soaking Mulder pushed his way in.
"What's going on, Mulder?" She asked slamming the door shut against
the pelting rain, and watching as her partner dropped his wet coat in
the middle of the floor.
	"It's raining.." Mulder replied squinting to see where his partner had
moved to. 
	"I know, Mulder." He heard the scratch of a match and then a soft
click . Then suddenly the room was bathed in the soft light of an
rusty old gas lamp. "So why did you brave the elements to come over
here and wake me up at,"  she looked at the small travel clock beside
her bed, "2 am?? Feel a sudden urge for a bath, or did you think I
needed, one??" She asked indicating the saturated bottoms of her navy
silk pajamas. 
	"No I mean it's raining in my cabin, and I'm sorry about your
pajamas," He said, wiggling his toes nervously inside his shoes. His
partner looked amazing, her petite form dwarfed by an oversized pajama
shirt with the soft glow of the lamp casting a shimmering light across
her face and the loose cascade of hair surrounding it. He caught
himself staring, and dropped his eyes to his feet as she tucked a
strand of her auburn hair behind one ear and fixed him with a look
that was none too friendly. 
	"In your cabin, Mulder?"
	"It was a torrential down pour, Scully, I swear.." He replied, making
squidgy noises as he crossed the room to sit at the thick wood table.
"They either have a severe termite problem or some really hyperactive
woodpeckers around here." He looked up at her sheepishly, as he
endeavored. to remove his wet shoes. "How could you sleep through this
storm, anyway?"
	"Sleeping is what normal people do at 2 am, Mulder." She told him
making her way into the bathroom. A few seconds later she returned
with a towel. "Besides I find the sound of rain soothing." She held it
out to him. "Here, dry yourself off, before you end up with
pneumonia."
	"I find it soothing too, Scully, just as long as it isn't landing on
my face while I'm trying to sleep." Mulder took the proffered towel
and went to work drying his hair. "Do you mind if I bunk here with you
tonight?" He stopped and looked up at her with his best 'I'll be good'
face. 
	It had to be the combination of his present expression and the state
of his dark hair which was standing straight on end, that  made any
residual anger Dana may have felt dissipate quickly.
She let out a heavy sigh and threw him the pair of pink track pants
she'd retrieved from her suitcase. "As long as you don't snore." She
turned and then went to grab the extra blanket and pillow she'd come
across in a closet earlier.
	"You're kidding me, right?" He held up the pink track pants, a look of
utter disgust plastered on his face.
	"About the snoring Mulder?? I kid you not." she peaked out from behind
the bundle in her arms. "I always used to get stuck sharing a tent
with Missy and Bill junior when we went away on family vacations, and
my brother snored like a buzz saw." she dropped her load on the tiny
well worn sofa and then wagged a finger at him. "Snoring is cause for
death by slow torture in my books Mulder so you'd better not. And.."
She pointed to the track pants. "those are all I brought with me,
unless you want to try to fit into one of my suits or my jeans, so
take it or leave it." She crossed her arms in front of her, and stared
at him, an evil gleam in her blue eyes. "you could always just sleep
in your wet pants."
	"Fine," he pulled off his soggy socks and purposely listened for the
wet smack as they hit the floor. "but I warn you you may not be able
to control your hormones after you see me in these." He grinned,
through the twinge in his stomach. "I'm told pink is my color. It
makes me irresistible"
	"Some one lied to you Mulder..." A grinning Dana Scully turned away,
removed her own wet pants, and then slid back into bed as Mulder
dropped his jeans and boxers where he stood. 'This is a test,' Dana
told herself. 'an act of defiance.' Most importantly, it was nothing
she hadn't seen before she muttered softly pulling the covers up
around her and burying her head in the pillow. All the while fighting
the urge to just take a peak at what several of the girls in the
secretarial pool had had the first hand opportunity to see. 'He's your
partner.' She reminded herself, closing her eyes.
	"Umm... Scully?" Mulder broke the silence in the room.
	"What, Mulder?? " She mumbled from under the covers.
	"Do you have any antacids? I have a deadly case of indigestion." He
rubbed his belly again, as if to emphasize the point.
	The theatrics were lost on Scully as she pointed to her small
suitcase. " In the zippered portion at the top." she instructed
dropping her head back into her pillow. Suddenly her eyes sprung open.
"Never mind," she sat up straight. "I'll..." She looked at him and the
package of condoms he'd removed. A deep shade of red moving across her
face, as she got up and walked over to where he stood.
	He smirked at her. "50... That's an awful lot of balloons, Scully." He
shook the package. "Planning a party??" He peeked inside to see if any
of them had been used. "Expiry date, August '96, and only 3
missing..."
	Dana grabbed the package from him and shoved it back into her
suitcase. "Antacids, Fox."	She laid particular emphasis on his
first name and then passed him the small bottle.
	He looked at his petite partner for a moment wondering whether he
should risk his next jibe, but it was too late because it just fell
out of his mouth. "So many to go and so little time... I could offer
to help you get rid of them before they go to waste...." he suggested
as Dana climbed back into bed. "I have a hot date on Friday."
	Scully's eyes flashed. "I didn't think you required birth control
Mulder." She grinned wickedly and sunk back into her pillow.
"Inflatable partners don't normally end up pregnant.."
	"Ouch, Scully." Mulder cast a pained look in his partner's direction.
"You can be nasty when you are deprived of your beauty sleep." He
arranged his bedding, and then settled in uncomfortably on the couch.

	"Go to Sleep Mulder..." Dana closed her eyes, and laughed silently to
herself. In a few moments she was fast asleep.
	Fox Mulder, however, was not. The couch was definitely too small for
his large frame, and Dana's track pants were short in the hips so the
seam at the back was giving him a serious wedgie. He shifted around
for a few minutes trying to get comfortable, and then gave up with a
huff. Standing up he stripped the blanket off the couch and moved over
to it's matching chair, pulling up a small wooden stool to use as a
foot rest. Then he settled down and finally fell into a restless
sleep.     

* * * * * * * * * * * * 
Earth's energy sucks shadowed milk
>From sleeping tears undone
With nippled skin as smooth as silk
the bugles blown as one
And you lie with your eyes half closed
 like there is no one there at all
 There's a tension crawling across your face
Come on come talk to me....
*Come talk to me - Peter Gabriel's Secret world live
* * * * * * * * * * * * *  
	It was only a short time later that Mulder awoke with a start. 
	Sucking a deep breath he waited for his rapidly beating heart to slow,
while his eyes adjusted to the non light of the cabin. The lantern, it
seemed, had run out of fuel while he'd napped, and now he found
himself stuck once again in an almost pitch black cabin. 
	He searched his mind trying to figure out what it was that had awaken
him. The last thing
he remembered was dreaming about pink pliosaurus' swimming in his
toilet, but that had hardly been a nightmare. Suddenly a soft cry
broke the quiet of the cabin, and then the sound of thrashing. 
	Mulder was on his feet immediately, blind eyes scanning the room.
Carefully picking his way over to the bed, he tried to be as quiet as
possible, listening for any telltale signs that they were not alone.
He didn't think that there was anyone in the room but it didn't hurt
to be careful.    
	The noise had subsided to little more than a whimper. It sounded like
it was just Scully having a bad dream "Shit..." he uttered a soft
curse as he banged his big toe against the foot of  her bed.
	"Scully..." he called softly not wanting to scare her awake, and then
climbed over the heavy oak foot board of the bed, and across the
mattress. He could feel her legs under the covers as he moved up
towards where her head would be. 
	'It's definitely a dream.' He told himself. She was shaking like a
leaf, her legs moving like they were trying to kick but were being
held down by some invisible force. "Dana." he uttered her name once
more. "It's me Mulder..." He shook her lightly trying not to jar her
awake, and hoping at the same time that when she did wake up she
wouldn't misinterpret his being there, and wallop the living daylights
out of him.. 
	Her trembling grew worse and she started to cry in earnest, her sobs
broken by a pleading "No.."
	"Jesus.." His heart went out to her.
	"No... Please, stop..." 
	He slipped an arm under his partners shoulders and then pulled her
part way onto his lap. so he could fully embrace her. She moved like a
puppet under his command, her head coming to rest heavily against his
chest. "Shhhhh...." He whispered to into her hair, it's clean fresh
smell seducing his senses as he spoke. "You're, okay." He began to
rock her gently. "I'm here, and your safe." 
	Unsure of whether she was still sleeping or not, Mulder waited until
her sobs had died down to a breathless hiccup, and then nudged her
slightly. "Hey.... are you awake?" 
	 Dana Scully remained silent for a moment doubtful as to whether or
not she should say anything. She had awaken sobbing in Mulder's arms
and was still feeling a heavily disoriented. Remnants of stark terror
shadowed her thoughts, as she brought her arms up to embrace her
partner. Finally she nodded against his chest, but didn't pull away.
His arms were comforting and as much as she didn't want to admit it to
herself she was enjoying the feeling of them around her. 	It was
wrong and went against every rule in the book, but stuck alone in a
dark cabin, in the middle of no where, and feeling very vulnerable,
that book held little weight.
	"Nightmare??" Mulder broke the heavy silence hoping that she wouldn't
feel compelled to pull away immediately. She felt good in his arms..
It felt right. But then he'd known that it would for a long time now.
Dana nodded again, and shuddered forcefully.
	Reflexively, Mulder kissed the top of her head. It was meant as a
comfort measure but it felt strangely erotic to him. His hand came up
automatically and began to smooth the silky strands of  her auburn
hair. "You were crying... Do you remember it at all?"
	Dana's embrace turned into a clutch as she shook her head. 
	"None of it?"
	She shook her head again. "Please..." her voice was weak and taut with
fear. "I can't talk about this now." It was somewhere her mind wasn't
willing to go, yet she didn't know how to explain this to her partner.
Her voice broke with uncertainty. "C.. can we just stay like this for
a few minutes? Can you just hold me, Mulder?" 
	Something twisted inside him, a mix of desire and dread formed in
Fox's stomach. All at once he had this incredible urge to run, and at
the same was overwhelmed by the desire to stay and lose himself in the
woman in his arms. 
	He stiffened slightly. Dana could feel his discomfort through his
intricate and unconscious body movements, and began to pull away. "I'm
sorry... I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable." Shakily she
began to slide off of his lap. "I.. I'm fine ..." 	
	"No.." Mulder maintained his loose embrace on her. He was glad for the
darkness now,  it's concealment would allow him some honesty. "I'm
sorry.." he drew her to him and kissed her forehead softly. "but if I
stay here like this, Dana. I don't know what will happen. I know it's
not right, but it's how I feel." He let her go. He needed to find the
bathroom, A splash of cold water would bring this all back into
perspective. What he felt wasn't new to him. He'd been feeling it for
a long time, but he wasn't anywhere near certain that his partner felt
the same way, and never before had his feelings been so able to sway
his sensibilities.
	Dana grabbed his hand as he was about to get up. She was looking away
from him now just in case his eyes could somehow penetrate the
darkness surrounding them, and read the emotions that were written on
her face. Love, Desire, Need.... "What would you say if I told you
that right now that doesn't matter?"  She asked, both afraid and
hopeful of his reply. 
	Mulder stopped, a tightness spread across his chest, and a swirl of
emotion shifted through his body. It was the feeling of a man denied
something so long and finally told he could have it. 	
	Her touch was gentle but firm. She meant what she had said. He had to
regain control of himself. She was vulnerable right now, and would
regret this conversation in the morning. He cleared his throat. "Then
I would have to say that that is a very dangerous place we're headed."
His voice betrayed his uncertainty while his body betrayed his desire
to stay.
	Scully shook her head in the darkness. "I know and I don't care...." 
	He moved back onto the bed, and sat back against the headboard tugging
gently on her hand. "You might in the morning..."
	She lay back into his embrace, her need to be held by him was driven,
almost palpable. "Whatever we have between us Mulder, is something I
could never regret.. No matter what happens." She rested the back of
her head his chest, and he slipped his arms around her shoulders.
	Fox bent his head forward, bringing his mouth close to Dana's ear. His
breath was warm and sweet against the side of her neck. "Never say
never, Scully.."
	"Never... Mulder." She closed her eyes, and focused on his touch. It
was tender and caring, and more than a little fearful. It felt
amazing.
	Dana had relaxed in his arms, seemingly more at peace. "Do you have
bad dreams often?" 
he asked tentatively his arms tensing around her protectively. 
	Scully's brought her own arms up, and wrapped them over his. "Would
you believe me if I said that I don't know?" She replied, a shiver
running up her spine.
	"If it's the truth.." He shifted so he could rest his chin on her
shoulder, and then breathed in deeply. He was becoming fixated on her
smell. Lilacs
	"It's the truth..." He was lulling her, the heat from his body
penetrating her pajamas and mingling with her own. It made it easier
for her to talk. The comfort..  The closeness.. The sharing..
"Sometimes I wake up feeling like I haven't slept, or I wake up
afraid, but I never remember."
	"I could help you remember..."
	Panic ran though her, and she started instinctively. "No.. I can't."
She shook her head. "Not yet.." The breath she'd taken trembled in her
chest.    
	He increased the strength of his hold on her, and kissed her softly on
the cheek, afraid for her, and equally as angry. "It's okay.. when
ever you are ready.. no pressure." her skin beneath his lips was
smooth and velvety, and wreaked havoc on his already depleted control.

	She nodded silently and consciously pushed away the tension that had
overtaken her. "What was I doing?" she asked her voice tremulous. She
wasn't sure she really wanted to know, but a part of her said that she
needed to. "I mean, I know I was crying, but what else?" .
	One of Mulder's hands came up and he gently ran his fingertips along
her throat. It was a distractive and calming measure, and it worked
both ways. "You were trying to get away from something, but I think
you were being held down because you were behaving like you couldn't
move. You were yelling, 'No, please stop'," He pressed his body into
hers, lending his strength to her as she began to tremble. "and
Scully, those were your exact words." He rested his head against the
side of hers. "Does any of this sound even remotely familiar?"
	Scully shook her head. "I mean it does in a very muddled or detached
sort of way, but not really. I know it has something to do with my
disappearance, though." Her words slipped into the silence of the
night around them, and Mulder held her for a moment, unspeaking.
	He rested his forehead on her shoulder, and closed his eyes. Another
flash of anger tore through him, at the recollection of her earlier
cries. "If I ever find the people who did this to you Dana, I will
kill them." he said possessedly, only the tension in his words
revealing the depth of his rage. His touch remained warm as his mouth
came up to kiss her lightly on her shoulder, his lips lingering over a
particularly sensitive spot at the base of her neck.
	Scully's heart skipped a beat, a combination of both his admission and
the feel of his mouth on her skin. A low moan escaped her own mouth,
as she fought the urge to give into his touch. His admission terrified
her more than any dream or reality ever could. He could just as easily
get killed, as do the killing.  And if that were ever to happen a
large part of her would be stripped away forever. "No Mulder, " She
shifted her head without thought to allow him better access, but he
pulled away.
	"I'm sorry...." his voice was strained and hoarse. Believing that his
own long held needs, and desires were pushing their present situation
beyond where Scully wanted it to go, he stopped and sat back against
the headboard, discomfited.
	Dana turned to face him, her hand coming up as she felt for him in the
darkness. There was a tension in the set of his jaw. Her finger moved
along his face exploring his eyes, his nose, the stubble on his chin,
his sensuous full lips... She smiled.  They were warm and moist under
her touch and instinctively she bent into kiss him, her eyes closing
as she lost her self in the moment. "Promise me you won't kill anyone
Mulder...." Her words a faint breath between the cautious almost timid
meeting of their lips.    
	 Mulder took her face in his hands, his voice firm and honest.
"Promise me you won't kill anyone, Fox......" His thumbs traced
achingly slow and tremendously sensual circles at the corners of her
mouth. "And that's something I can't promise you." he pulled her face
into meet his and rested his forehead on hers. 
	"Promise me, Fox." She ran her fingers through his hair
	"I can't." he reiterated,  his hands moving down her neck to the loose
collar of her night shirt, as his mouth found hers once more. "They,
who ever they are, deserve worse than death for what they have done to
you."
	"Please.. " Dana stopped him, holding his face away from her
momentarily "I want them punished, not dead. I don't want you to do
anything like that for me." Her voice was soft, reasonable, but
pleading in the same manner. She had to talk him out of his need for
revenge. The people they were dealing with were powerful, and easily
pushed into a violent solution. "It goes against every thing that you
are, and you could be the one who ends up getting killed. And that
would hurt me more than anything that they have done to me." 
	"I would do anything for you..."
	"Then do this for me.."  
	Mulder removed Dana's hands from his face, and kissed her palms.
"Okay.." he gave in reluctantly. "But only because I don't want to see
you hurt anymore...." Part of him was already regretting his relent.
He let her hands go and leaned into her, his mouth again coming into
contact with the delicate skin of her neck. 
	Dana's flesh tingled where his lips made contact, and a soft groan
escaped her, as he slipped one hand behind her head, and lowered her
back onto the bed. "I want to make love to you, Dana." Mulder
whispered. It was something he'd previously only allowed himself to
say in the resolute privacy of his fantasies . 
	Scully stared at her partner's darkened outline, her stomach twisting
into knots. This was a monumental step for both of them, and as much
could be easily gained as lost in the next few moments. She was in
love with him, and had been for a long time, but that didn't mean he
reciprocated those feelings. He cared about her and he wanted her, but
desire and love didn't always go hand in hand, and that scared her. To
have him for a while and then lose him possibly to someone else...
 	Laying beside her Fox waited him mind silently tracing out his
own fears. Did she love him? Did she want this or was she allowing
this because she was vulnerable and simply caught up in the moment?
Did he want this? Almost unconsciously he began lightly caressing the
outside of her thigh with his free hand. His emotions bypassing the
questions in his mind. His hand slipped up under her Pajama top to the
even plane of her stomach, and massaged it lightly. Her skin was silky
smooth to the touch, and the contact stripped away any lingering doubt
that he may have harbored. This was what he wanted, not only a partner
or a friend, but a lover too. "If you don't want this to happen you
have to stop me now..." His hand moved up to one firm breast, his
fingers mercilessly teasing one supple nipple. "Now, Dana..." He
repeated, his mouth coming down kiss at her exposed abdomen. Turning
back from beyond this point on would be almost impossible. 
	Scully shivered with delight, their intimacy washing away the
remainder of her concerns, as her passion took over. She laced her
fingers though his hair, her touch egging him on. "I -I feel like I'm
moving through a dark tunnel," the words slipped out of her mouth,
sounding hazy. "and you're the one standing in the light at the end of
it." Her voice broke slightly. "Make love to me."	

* * * * * * * * * * * 
I can imagine the moment 
breaking out of the silence
All the things that we both might say
And the hearts that will not be denied
till we're both on the same damn side
all the barriers blown away.
*Come talk to me - Peter Gabriel's Secret world live
 * * * * * * * * * * *  

	Mulder stopped, and moved up so that they were almost nose to nose,
and for the first time since the lamp had died, he didn't want to hide
his feelings behind the darkness. Dawn was beginning to break outside,
but the gloominess of the rain diminished the light, allowing only
filtered shadows into the still darkened night sky. "Come on.." he
helped her up off the bed, and taking her by the hand he walked her
over to the dim light of the window.
	"What's the matter?" Dana asked, confusion evident in her voice. 
	"Nothing..." Mulder moved the curtains aside, to let the minimal light
shine in. Brushing an errant strand of hair from her face and he then
brought his hands up to cup her face. "I just wanted to see it your
eyes." He searched them, trying to identify the emotions hidden within
their  blueness, but he kept getting lost. He refocussed, shoving his
own emotions aside for a moment. "I want to know that you want this as
much as I do and that tomorrow your first thought won't be 'what have
I done?'." His hands slid down to her shoulders."Your afraid.." It was
a statement of fact. He could see it written all over her face.  
	"A little.." Scully admitted shifting her gaze to somewhere out the
window.
	Mulder dropped his head in front of `hers, forcing her to look at him.
"Of me?"
	"No.." She shook her head, and tried to lighten the conversation a
bit. "of your hot date Friday night.." She joked, at the same time
realizing that her statement less of a joke and closer to home than
she would have liked. And the look on Mulder's face told her that he
had pegged her meaning for what it was, as well.
	"It that what you think this is?" he asked softly.
	Dana averted her eyes so she didn't have to look at the hurt in his
face, and then she shook her head again, fumbling for the right words
to explain the turmoil she was feeling. She didn't want to be just
another in the long string of short term relationships he managed to
cram in between cases, and their many trips out of town. Their working
relationship would make such a thing unbearable. "No.." She shivered,
the cool air of the cabin suddenly giving her goosebumps. "I don't
know....." She wanted to go back to bed and bury herself in the
covers. And she wanted him to be there with her.
	Mulder reached out and pulled her into an embrace, his mouth brushing
against the top of  her head. He spoke into her ear, laying his
feelings, raw and exposed, the surface of his words. "I love you
Scully. If another fling was all I wanted tonight, the waitress at the
restaurant was available. Hell." He said, still amazed at the turn the
whole evening had taken. "I didn't even plan this, but I know want
it." He closed his eyes, frightened of the answer to his next
question, he pulled back look at her face. "but I need to know if you
do. Is this what you want?"  
	Scully face lit up with what Mulder thought had to be the most
beautiful smile he had ever seen. "More than anything.." She leaned
into him pulling his mouth down meet to hers. "I love you so much that
it scares me. And this. Us..." She gestured indicating a connection
between the two of them. "putting it into words makes it all that much
more terrifying. I don't want to lose you Mulder, not to a waitress in
some restaurant, and not at work." 
	"No woman I have ever met even compares to you, Dana, so I'm afraid
you're stuck with me." He grinned and lifted her up bringing her eye
to eye with him "And as for work... It'll be the same as always. We've
just added another dimension to our relationship, that's all." He
placed her onto the window ledge, admiring the way the dull light of
the morning picked up the highlights in her hair creating a halo
effect. "You're so beautiful." he pushed her up against the window,
his hands slipping up under her night shirt, as he pressed  his mouth
onto hers.
	This time their kiss was no longer tentative, but rather one rich with
passion. Dana leaned into him  her arms encircling his neck, while his
hands soothingly explored her body seeking out it's most sensitive
areas. Gently, almost shyly they tasted each other for the first time,
openly sharing their longing for each other.
	"Mmmm.." Mulder moaned softly as Scully's own hands came around the
front and absently brushed at his growing erection. "Time for a change
of location." He mumbled lifting her up so that she was straddling him
and carrying her over to the dining table. He faltered for a moment
almost losing control of himself, as Dana's mouth left his and traced
a sensual pathway along his jawbone and down his neck. 
	Fox placed Scully on the table lightly, and lowered her into a lying
position. The cool  wood beneath her soaked through the thin material
of Scully's pajamas, creating a startling and enticing difference to
the heat radiating from her partner's body. Fox leaned into her,
dragging his lips along her collarbone, as his hands worked to undo
her buttons. He could have just slid the pajamas up, but he wanted her
fully exposed so he could drink in all of her. 
	A gasp of pleasure escaped Mulder, as one of Dana's hands began to
massage him through his track pants, and his legs went weak under her
touch. "No.." he gripped her hand and moved it  away. He was fighting
for what little control he had left, and her ministrations weren't
helping his tenuous situation at all. Kissing her fingertips sweetly,
he then rested her palm against his chest. 
	"I just want to..." 
	"Shhh..." Mulder quieted her with a finger on her full mouth, and then
bent into kiss her. "My turn.." he kissed her again. "I want to
pleasure you first..." His voice was throaty and filled with a hunger
that Dana could see reflected in his hazel eyes. "I want to see you
come.." He told her, at the same time moving off of  her for a moment,
so he could brush aside the open front of her night shirt. 
	A jagged breath caught in his throat, as he revealed her nakedness.
Her skin was dazzling in it's pale contrast to the dark wood of the
table and the deep blue of her top. He closed his eyes willing the
sight before him into his memory. Lovingly he ran a hand up her
stomach savoring the feel of her flesh against his. It stopped at one
full breast and he fondled it softly before bringing his mouth down to
sample it.
	Dana's back arched, the pleasure of his touch setting off a chaotic
barrage of sensations throughout her body. The burning in her belly
was expanding now, moving out to include her limbs, which had grown
heavy with desire. He moved to the other breast his lips provoking
it's nipple into tautness. "Oh .. Fox...." The words came out as
little more than a gasp, but the effect they had on Mulder was
overwhelming.
	"Say it again...." he whispered his lips tracing an erotic path down
her abdomen to her black lace underwear. "Say my name... " He slid her
pants off quickly, his fingers teasing the inside of her thigh all the
while.
	"Fox..." 
	"Again.." His mouth buried itself in the soft mass of curls, his
tongue licking, suckling and tasting her. 
	For Dana it was suddenly very hot in the room, the moist flesh of his
mouth, was rough and demanding against the sensitive nub between her
legs, making her feel like she was on fire. A tight gasp escaped her
partly opened mouth.
	She grabbed his lean shoulders, in an effort to keep herself from
falling over the abyss looming before her, his name both pleading and
impassioned as it fell from her tongue again. "Fox...."
	 Mulder's mouth moved to her thigh as his hands whisper soft, but
assured in their purpose, urged her over the edge. He watched on
enraptured; consumed by his own desire, as an intimate range of
emotions played across his partner's beautiful visage. "I Love you."
he told her again and again, as she let out a soft cry, and her body
convulsed reflexively..     
	His lips found hers, as he was suddenly overcome by the need to be in
her, to be a part of her. Scooping her up he moved over to the bed,
the two if them tumbling, still entwined onto it.   
	Through the still prevalent blur of ecstasy Dana, elicited a moan of
pleasure from Mulder, as her mouth moved from his, and down to one
flat pinkish nipple where she nippled at it playfully. 
	"I want to be in you..." Fox said, his voice heavily laden with his
own need. He slipped one hand under her buttocks, in an attempt to
shift her up on top of him.
	Dana resisted, her eyes flashing brightly as one hand moved down
through the top of his track pants to cup his soft sac. "My turn." she
grinned, her actions eliciting a soft growl. "and I have handcuffs if
you don't co-operate." She whispered, indicating the headboard, at the
same time moving her hand up slightly to gently massage his full
erection. 
	"Maybe I should put up a fight.." his words slurred slightly, and
Fox's world became hazy, as Dana moved the track pants down his hips,
and then gently encircled him with her hands, stroking him softly. 
	Mulder's skin was hot and pliant under Dana's touch, a thin sheen of
sweat making it almost luminous. She moved her hand with deliberate
slowness, watching her partner's breath catch with each stroke. "I
love you too Mulder..." She told him. Feeling it with every ounce of
life in her. He was a part of her, he made her whole. Watching him
and his reactions to her affectations she grew entranced. The pleasure
in his face, the smoky desire in his eyes, was that which was
reflected her own. "I love you." she repeated thankful for the release
of being able to say it after having felt it but needing to hide it
for so long.
	Her words were like a bright light leading him home through a wall of
blackness. This was right.. They were right. His hands were drawn down
to the fiery cascade crowning her head. It was a part of her, and the
brightest thing in his world right now. His fingers reveled in the
feel of it's silkiness running between them. His heart skipped a beat
as she took him into her mouth. "Oh god..." being the only thing to
escape through the thickness of his tongue and out into the still
morning air. He was drowning now, and he knew it. Somewhere in the
back of his mind some rationality forced him to reach for the small
foil packet he'd retrieved from her bag on the table.  He fumbled with
it. His fingers leaden under his rapidly diminishing control. Fox was
going to explode, he was certain of it. His nerve endings were
transmitting gamut of sensations all of them excruciatingly
pleasurable. "Dana, No..." He croaked, his one hand holding out the
small latex disk, while the other moved down to stroke the satiny
smoothness of her back. "Please.."
	Scully suckled him teasingly for a moment longer feeling her own
excitement rise at the franticness in his voice. She loved what she
could do to him, and he to her. It was so incredibly intimate and
sharing. She took the condom from his shaking hand and slipped it over
him. 
	Then suddenly he was on top of her, his mouth covering hers. His kiss
gentle, yet demanding. One of his hands took hers, their fingers
entwining. "You mean more to me than anything in this world.." He told
her, slightly out of breath. His eyes caught hers, and held them. Dana
was certain she had never felt more loved, or loving than she did at
this particular moment. 
	Her hand came up to caress his cheek. "You are my world, Fox." 
	Mulder kissed away the small tear that escaped her eye and stolen it's
way down her cheek. "Our turn.." He whispered hotly into her ear, as
he slowly slid into her, her legs coming up to wrap possesively around
him. His movements were slow and gradual at first. 
	Afraid of hurting her, she was so much smaller than he, he rocked her
gently, waiting for her to relax. "Look at me.." he demanded tenderly,
her eyes having closed, as she let out a soft gasp of pleasure. 
	Dana obliged him, opening her eyes and herself up to him, so he could
read all of her emotions. She loved the feel of him in her, it soothed
her making her a part of the unique oneness they shared.  
	 His partner's irises were a stunning crystal blue now, their color
seeming to deepen with passion at each of his rapidly increasing
movements. Another small cry passed through her lips, then another,
and then Mulder found himself lost to his own pounding heart. 
	Fox's breath came torn and harsh from his chest, his world focusing
brilliantly for an instant and the shattering momentously around him.
Dana's own cry and the feel of her body milking him greedily, being
the last thing he experienced before a blinding flash of total ecstasy
took over.
	Minutes later, feeling spent and still slightly out of breath, Mulder
brought his hand up to smooth the tousled hair that had fallen around
Dana's flushed face.  They were one now.. a whole.
	Scully bent forward placing a tender kiss on his mouth, and then let
her head sink back into the crook of his arm, her eyelids weighty and
her body satiated.  
	"You look tired.." his thumb traced the out line of her swollen rose
colored lips.
	She grinned wearily. "Wayward men breaking down my door at 2 o'clock
in the morning.."  She placed another kiss on his palm.
	"It's all your fault." he smiled, his green hazel eyes both teasing
and loving.
	"Mine??" She asked groggily. Her curiosity was only marginally peaked,
the rise and fall of Mulder's chest already edging her towards a badly
needed slumber..
	"Mmm humm." He nodded slightly, his own eyes closing under the weight
of his exhaustion. "You didn't listen to me when I told you that I'm
irresistible in pink.." he grinned
	"Mulder?" her words were muffled and thick.
	"Umhm..." he didn't think he even had the energy left to speak.
	"Go to sleep..." she smiled, only visualizing his expression, her
eyelids were immovable.
 	"As long it's with you.." He tightened his hold on her, his
consciousness waning. "Anytime and anywhere.."

Optional last paragraph.

	Up the road from the cabin aways sat a dark and ominous looking van.
Inside two men highly agitated, and in serious need of sexual
fulfillment switched off their headsets, and stared at each other.
	"Damn it Mike," the older graying man with the pot belly took a drag
on his cigarette. "Do you ever feel like you're just some kind of a
pathetic voyeur?"
	Mike a tall thin wiry man held up the thick reel of surveillance tape
they'd accumulated over the past few hours. "The big man would have
our asses if we dump this."
	"It's just two agents screwin' each other silly Mike.. what are the
ramifications? Reprimand? Temporary reassignment to this kinda shit?
They ain't hurtin' anyone. And you can't tell me you ain't done it at
one time.."
	Mike stared at the older man for a moment. "If I didn't know better I
might think you were growing a conscience Farley. What do you care,
anyway.."
	Farley took the reel from his partner's hand and held his cigarette up
to it. "I'm a romantic, Son..:" He grinned and dropped the tape into
the waste basket where it smoldered a moment,  then suddenly caught
and turned into a mini inferno. "Besides the boss will piss on us both
if we bring him shit like this. He's looking for something important.
You know saying something, doing something damaging, espionage, crap
like that. Bangin' around ain't damaging. It's just bangin' around..
Let 'em have their fun. Knowing King Morley like I do, he'll catch 'em
in his noose and truss 'em up soon enough." He butted out his
cigarette and passed Mike a fresh tape reel. "Gawd this job is
shitty." he lit up another camel and inhaled it deeply. "Just who did
we piss off to win this detail??"


	 THE END... 8 )