To: <whispers_@hotmail.com>
Subject: After by Sugarellie
Date: Saturday, May 26, 2001 8:27 AM

Title: After

Author: Sugarellie

Email address: sugarellie2000@yahoo.com

Rating: Part 1 is PG-13 for some bad language. Part 2
is 17+ for sex. So for all the kiddies and noromo's
RUN :) But part 1 should be okay read.

Classification: S, MSR

Summary: After a difficult case, Mulder has to make a
hard decision and Scully's helps him a bit.....<g>

Spoilers: Some tiny little spoilers during season 7,
up until 'all things', but I doubt you will even find
them. I guess 'Closure' and 'all things'. A reference
to 'Biogenesis' / 'The sixth Extinction' / 'The sixth
extinction ll:amor fati'. Some references to a certain
female who won't come along until season 6, and
further 'The movie' and 'Small potatoes'

Disclaimer: Ah....you know, yada yada yada.
Okay....don't own them. At least not their names.
Mulder and Scully are property of Fox, 1013
productions, CC and whoever else feels like they have
something to claim. I like to think I do own these
versions of them, or at least the fanfic writers do.
Why? Well, you have to admit you would never see them
do this on the show, right? So I guess this is just a
story about two people who somehow bear a striking
resemblance in appearance and jobs to the Mulder and
Scully of 'The X-files', but you're probably not
buying and frankly neither am I. Also no money is
being made of this, I'm as poor as I was before. So
please don't sue me. All I have to give is this laptop
and I let it be burnt by a candle :(  So leave this
poor girl alone.

Feedback: Please, please, PLEASE. Send it to
sugarellie2000@yahoo.com or just hit the reply-button
and I will do a happy dance and jump around my living
room. And it won't be *that* much trouble for you,
right? So please, please, PLEASE.

Distribution: Anywhere, but if you're kind sent me an
e-mail so I can come visit :) and please keep author's
name and disclaimer attached.

Author's note: Part 1 is Scully's POV, Part 2 is
Mulder's POV. Just thought I'd mention it, in case you
didn't understand from my story :)

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After

Part 1 of 2: PG-13

And the story begins
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She was exhausted. After Mulder had finished his
profile on the perpetrator, they had been working
non-stop to nail him and she was relieved when they
had finally arrested him and put him behind bars. It
felt good, however sick the man may have been, it had
somehow been a relatively normal case. No E.B.E.'s or
telepathic people had been involved, and no matter how
disgusted Scully was with what the man did - killing
people, because of physical 'abnormalities' to
'preserve' the human race - she was glad that he was
just that: a psychopath. It provided some closure for
her, to know that, due to the relative triviality of
the case, the man would most certainly end up behind
bars. That was nice for a change, since putting
mutants in prison wasn't that easy. After the initial
paperwork Mulder had - thank God, although she would
never admit this to him - suggested to the local
police enforcement that he and agent Scully would both
go back to their motel and rest a bit. Now she was in
her room and looking longingly to her bed.

She hoped Mulder was all right though. He had been
affected by this case a lot more than he wanted to
admit to both her and himself. The relative triviality
that had made this case somewhat easier for her than
the unsatisfactory dealings with supposed little gray
men and mutants, had done the opposite for Mulder.
Every time they had a case like this Scully realized
how wise it had been for him to leave the Violent
Crime Section. Profiling a madman like he had had to
do on this case meant getting inside the perpetrator's
head and understand his motives. Scully felt like
every time Mulder had to profile in a case like this
he lost something of himself in the man he was getting
to know so well. Even though after all these years
Mulder was now more able to talk about it and
acknowledge what a case like this did to him, still
she felt he had some inhibitions in sharing his fear
with her. Not because he didn't trust her, but because
he didn't trust himself. She hoped he would be able to
let go. Right now, she wasn't really in any state to
help him, sleep was luring her very tantalizing.

"Scully?", she heard his familiar face say, while
carefully opening the connecting doors of both their
rooms.

She sighed and then answered in a tone that revealed
her exhaustion and annoyance with the fact that he had
disturbed her, while she was getting ready for her
well-deserved nap.

"What is it, Mulder?", when she saw his face, she
immediately regretted her annoyed tone. He was clearly
disturbed about something.

"I just......nothing. You go sleep now."

"Mulder", she said in a tone that made clear she
wouldn't indulge any argument from his side, "What is
it?"

"I was just wondering if we could, you know, talk a
bit."

Scully was now marveled. As normal as this would sound
to most people, it was a rare thing between the two of
them.  Neither one of them was very good in expressing
their feelings verbally so they mostly talked with
silent glances and looks in their own private language
that no one else understood. It was the kind of
language only people who know each other very well can
share and it often left others they worked with
thinking that they were not only partners in a
law-enforcement-way, but also romantically speaking.
Scully however had always felt reluctant, to say the
very least, towards a relationship of that kind. Not
that she didn't want to. Hell no, she had her share of
midnight - and sometimes daytime - fantasies about
Mulder in that way, but she knew he didn't. He needed
her to keep him stable and grounded and to prevent him
from losing his mind completely in the search for The
Truth. He needed her as a partner and as friend. He
didn't need her sexually. He wasn't physically
attracted to her. Maybe in the beginning, when they
hadn't been true friends yet, he had felt an
attraction to her, but she was sure that attraction -
if it had ever been there - had faded along with his
sexual innuendoes.

Lately the talking had improved though. After what she
had discovered in Ivory Coast, after Mulder's sickness
and disappearance during that, after Mulder's
astonishing discoveries about his sister's abduction
and Scully's own encounter with what life meant to her
and what the choices she made implicated in her life,
they had been more open with each other. More capable
of sharing their personal feelings with each other.
However these moments were still rare and most of them
were triggered by something traumatizing. Although,
she could probably count this among one of those
traumatizing times for him.

"Sure, sit down", she said and patted on her bed so
that he would sit down next to her. "What's wrong?"

"Well, uhm, I, uhm, was, you know, kinda wondering if
I, well, could, uhm, sleep with you", he looked up at
her with that puppy-dog face she could never resist,
no matter how hard she tried.

"Excuse me, Mulder?", she said and lifted an eyebrow.
Mulder's face immediately changed from the puppy-dog
look to the guilt-ridden one.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean, oh hell, I just wanted to,
you know, ask if I could sleep in your bed, or on the
chair in your room. I don't want to be alone tonight."

She quickly gave him a little smile to let him now she
wasn't offended by his words. "Alright, on one
condition." He looked truly delighted she hadn't
turned him down.

"What's that?", he inquired.

"You tell me why you don't want to be alone tonight
and why you think you are alone if you are not in my
room, okay?"

He looked puzzled, but nodded anyway.

"Mulder, of course you can spend the night in my room
if that's what you need, but even if I'm not in the
same room, you're still not alone. I'm still your
friend. You know that, right?"

He nodded.

"Now, what's wrong?"

She knew this was going to be hard. He was clearly
deeply troubled by something and Scully assumed it was
their case. It had been a while since he had needed to
use his profiling skills so in dept, and her
experience told her that he always suffered somewhat
of a depression after he had been forced to go into a
madman's mind and make it as familiar as his own.

He looked up at her with the look of the twelve-year
old that part of him had always stayed.
"I am scared."

She looked at him surprised. Not per se with the
notion he was scared - that had happened before - but
mostly with the fact that he had told her so bluntly.
He must have taken her look of surprise as a look of
wonder, because he continued.
"He was sick, you know. And I can't help but feel sick
too."

"Mulder......"

"No, Scully, let me finish", he said with a pleading
look on his face. "I, I feel dirty. I always do after
a case like this, but lately, I don't know. I just
feel like I can't clean myself anymore; like you can't
clean me anymore."

Scully was surprised by the way he put this. He had
told her something like this before, but different.
Then he had told her she saved him, that she was his
touchstone too, that he couldn't continue his quest
without her. Well, had that turned out great. Actually
in the beginning it had, the almost-kiss had been so
close, he had dropped his walls and had torn down hers
along with his. She had opened himself up to him that
moment, seeing his pain and his need for her. Then
that bee had messed everything up. In retrospect
though she thought it to be for the best. He hadn't
been ready, he hadn't thought through the results of
his actions, of their actions. That kiss could have
changed everything, at least for her. After that she
wouldn't have been able to go back to the way things
were before. For him though, everything would have
probably remained the same and to be honest, she
didn't know whether she couldn't have stood that. That
kiss had been merely his last attempt to keep her with
him, not a declaration of love. Still she couldn't
help herself dreaming about the what-ifs sometimes.

"You know, Scully, you have saved me, not only
physically, but also mentally over and over. But it's
just not enough anymore. I'm too fucked up. I feel
like any day now, I will finally really lose my mind
and become the subject of a FBI-investigation myself.
I'm so sorry."

"Don't be. It's not your fault. It never was", she
answered, not sure of what his point was, but guessing
that it probably had to do something with his
never-ending guilt

"No, that's not true. It is. I don't know my own
limits, I never have, but it is unfair of me to rely
on you for knowing them. This case, it was nothing
special, it doesn't signify anything. It's just a
sequel in the story of Fox Mulder's path to insanity.
That's how everything has been lately. Things, cases,
that are seemingly unrelated make me remember things
and realize things and however not important alone,
they are important together. Because they make me
realize what is important to me. But they also make
*me* even more unworthy than I already was. I can't go
on like this anymore. But what kind of choice do I
have? Continuing would ensure me of losing my mind for
good, but breaking this vicious circle I'm in, would
mean losing the only thing that keeps me sane. In the
end, though, I'm unworthy, and I'm sorry for dragging
the purest thing in the world down with me. So I have
to stop, I will ask for reassignment tomorrow. You can
stay on the X-files. I have found my sister's fate,
you still have to revenge your sister'."

"Mulder............MULDER", Scully had been silent
throughout his monologue, shocked by what he was
saying. He was thinking about leaving? How could she
not have known this, when he was supposed to be her
partner, her best friend? She couldn't let him do
this. She didn't want to think about her reasons
because a little nagging voice kept saying that she
was being selfish. That she didn't want to stop him
for his sake, but for her own. That she wanted him to
stay because she couldn't function without him
anymore. The thought was too scary to even consider.
She was considered independent: by others, but mostly
by herself. The thought of having to rely on someone
else completely was still terrifying her. Even is that
someone else was Mulder; the only person she trusted
with every other aspect of her life, hell, she even
trusted him with her life. But somehow that was easier
than trusting him with her heart. Trusting him with
her feelings for him could scare him away, or make him
withdraw from her. She wasn't really scared that he
didn't love her, she knew he did in one way or
another, no, she was scared of him being unable to let
himself be loved. And his words confirmed that fear.
She had to let him know he was worthy.

"Mulder, that's not true, you're worthy of everything.
You're a good man. You don't have to leave. Of course
you can stay. I..."

"No Scully, let me finish", he yelled and he sank down
next to her on the floor so that he had to look up to
be able to look in her eyes. "You don't understand,
how could you." He let his head rest on his knees and
when he looked up to her again, she could see the
tears falling down his cheeks. She reached to wipe
away the tears, but he shriveled under her touch and
tried to duck away.

"No, don't touch me. It will only make it harder. You
just don't understand." He was now barely able to
speak as his emotions wear getting the best of him.

"Then make me, Mulder. Make me understand. Tell me
what horrible thing could happen if you would stay."
Scully now felt her own tears burning in her eyes. A
horrible feeling of helplessness overcame her, mixed
with the pain of seeing him hurt and the fear of
losing him.

He had put his head on his knees again and he was now
rocking himself, like a child pretending his own arms
were those of someone, maybe a mother, who could
protect and comfort him. Of course his mother never
had done that for him. Maybe that was why sometimes he
still was that child instead of a nearly forty-year
old man. For a part of him the time had stopped the
night Samantha had been taken.

It took seconds before Scully's questions penetrated
his brains and for him to register that she was
waiting for him to tell her. Then suddenly he blurted
it all out.

"If I would stay, I wouldn't be able to continue like
before. I can't help it, I need more. You can't clean
me anymore, the way you used to. Once again my own
heart has betrayed me. I'm sorry, I should have
realized it earlier, maybe then I would have been able
to do something about it. But once again, I was
stubborn and I didn't want to see the obvious. I
wanted to see what I wanted to believe, that
everything could be the way it had always been. I
can't tell you more, because I can't cause you anymore
pain. I'm sorry."

Scully's tears had now started flowing together with
Mulder's. He touched his face with his hands and then
looked down in his, now wet hands as though wondering
when he had started crying. Scully new this was
painful for the both of them, and it would only get
even more so, but they had to handle this.

"Mulder, I would never hold anything you say to me
against you. You've got to know, that whatever it is,
I won't think less of you. It won't change you."

"That's not it. You're right, it won't change me. But
it will change everything else. I can't. I don't want
to scare you."

"Let's make a deal. I promise to hold you in my arms
if you tell me. I promise I won't go away until you
want me to, okay?"

He thought about it for a second and then nodded
taking a deep breath. "I'm leaving because otherwise I
would have to tell you this. And now I am telling you
anyway. The problem is you. No. Not you. That's not
right. It's my reaction to you. I let you in as a
friend and you did the same in good faith. Trusting me
not to betray you and your feelings. But I have. My
feelings have changed, evolved into something that
shouldn't be there, something you wouldn't approve of.
Something you *don't* approve of. You've made that
pretty clear. Like when I told you, what I'm trying to
say no and you all you said as 'Oh Brother'. There
were times I thought there was hope for us, like when
you almost kissed Eddie, or when you reacted
irrational to another woman in my life. But I realized
that Eddie was just being what you needed me to be and
what I wasn't. That it was just a fantasy of how you
wanted me to be, a fantasy that was wrapped up looking
like me, but that didn't matter. And I realized your
reaction to Diana had nothing to you with you caring
about me like I care about you, but with you caring
about me like a friend. You wanted to protect me from
getting hurt, you didn't want me for yourself. So I
know that this doesn't lead anywhere, but I guess I
have to say it. And I want to say it right this time.
No questions about whether or not I'm drugged. I am
perfectly clear right now. I also want no confusion as
to what the implications are."

He stopped to catch his breath and looked at her with
unsure eyes. She nodded to encourage him to proceed.

"I guess this is it, I just want you to know, I won't
hold it against you if you don't want to hold me after
this. It's just.........I love you. And I am in love
with you."

He couldn't stand to look at her in the eyes anymore
and turned away. Scully inhaled sharply. She wanted to
say something, but couldn't find the words. He looked
her in the eyes one last time.

"Scully, I am so sorry."

Then he put his arms around himself and started
sobbing and murmuring more apologies. Scully let
herself slide to the floor next to him and put her
arms around him.

"You don't have to Scully, you don't", he said. Barely
capable of making himself heard through their shared
tears.

"But I want to. How could you not know? I love you
too."

"I know you do, but it isn't enough anymore, I want
you completely. I know it's selfish, but I want you to
be in love with me. I'm sorry."

She cupped his face with her hands. "I want you to
stop apologizing, you have nothing to be sorry for.
*I* am sorry that I didn't show you this before, but I
promise I will make it up to you. You are a great
profiler and investigator. You always amaze me with
your ability to find the little things everyone else
overlooks. But you know, sometimes you are as
oblivious as hell."

Then she pulled his face closer and brushed his lips
with hers. After the initial amazement that action
caused with Mulder, he withdrew.

"No, NO", he yelled, pulling away from her arms. "You
don't want this. You are not in love with me." Then he
started to get up and tried to walk to the door.
Scully quickly rushed after him and caught up with him
in the door opening of their connecting doors.


"God Mulder, why don't you see it. I *am* in love with
you. I have been for so long. Why can't you see I want
this as much as you do?"

He shook his head to show her that she was wrong,
murmuring: "You don't love me, you're not in love with
me, you can't be."

"Look at me, Mulder, look me in the eyes."

He turned his head and looked down on her. His hazel
eyes meeting with her ice blue ones. Eyes that were
now full of passion.

"I love you. I'm in love with you, Fox Mulder."

He started shaking his head again, but then something
seemed to hit him.

"You're in love with me?", he inquired, insecure like
the twelve-year old he had once been and still was.

She nodded and he let out a breath that he didn't now
he had been holding. Then he sank down onto the floor,
between their rooms. His back against the doorpost. He
sat there for a while with Scully looking down on him.
Then she reached out her hand.

"Come."

He took her hand and she led him to her bed. She let
him sit down and then sat down next to him.

"I want to be all you need, and I want to give you all
you need. You said that the way things were wasn't
enough for you, that I couldn't clean you anymore. So
I'll clean you in a way that is sufficient. Lie down."

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Please also read Part 2, also feedback would be really
nice :)
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After

Author: Sugarellie

Part 2 of 2: NC-17

The sex starts her <g>.
Also this is only story, disclaimer and other stuff is
on top of part 1 (didn't mean the double meaning
there, really <g>)
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He did as he was told to. Then she reached for his
shirt and started unfastening the buttons. He tried to
pull away.

"No Scully, don't."

"I want to Mulder."

She resumed the work on his buttons. After she had
removed his shirt she started to work on his belt.
Again he protested.

"Scully, I don't want to. I will believe you want to,
but I don't care for a pity fuck, and I know you will
regret it too."

"Mulder, this is *not* a pity fuck. This is something
we both need. You won't be dirty anymore after
tonight."

She removed his trousers and put down his boxers with
it. His penis was semi-erect. He wasn't fully aroused,
because he wasn't able to let himself go like that. He
was so afraid that she would change her mind and leave
him. He could have stood it if he had been the one to
leave. In some twisted way it would feel better if he
was the only one to blame. But now it wasn't only him
anymore. He had let Scully in his heart. He had let
her into his mind years ago, which had been terrifying
enough by itself, and now he was opening his heart to
her too. He knew that if she would make one wrong
move, he would withdraw from her completely and shut
his heart forever. He hoped she knew that and the fact
he couldn't let himself get aroused, that he couldn't
let her make love to him. He thought she knew, because
right now Scully wasn't trying to seduce and arouse
him. She was trying to comfort him and that was
exactly what he needed. She probably counted on him to
be ready to let her in and make love to her when he
was comforted. And he was supposed to be the
psychologist.

"Mulder, I want you to see this for what it is", she
said and then she bent over him and started licking
his forehead. "I want to clean you."

In response Mulder closed his eyes and tried to relax.
She moved to one cheek and firmly licked it as to lick
the dirt off that he felt covered him. Mulder let
himself be cleaned. She moved to his earlobe and gave
it one lick. She did it just right. Just hard enough
and fast enough to make it seem like actual cleaning
and to not provoke a physical reaction from him. She
licked his other cheek and earlobe and moved to his
neck. Mulder now felt totally relaxed. He was able to
give himself over to Scully's touch and imagine how
her tongue made him feel like he was being reborn. She
worked on his neck down to his chest. Still firmly
licking instead of teasing him, to make sure he
wouldn't withdraw from her. He loved her for that. For
that and so many other things. Never had a woman been
able to make him feel so relaxed and comfortable with
her. Never had a woman given him just what he needed
without thinking of her own needs. But Scully did. He
loved her so much. She had licked her way over his
entire chest, avoiding only his nipples. After that
she took his left leg in her arms and licked his toes
and his foot. Then his strong muscles on the back of
his leg until she came to his knee. After his other
leg had received the same treatment, they both knew
the time had come for the next move.

"Mulder?"

"Yeah"

"You okay?"

"Yeah"

"Do you trust me?"

"Of course I do."

"Can you give yourself over to me?"

He shuffled a bit, and tried to stay relaxed. He hoped
he could do this. "I think so."

"Okay"

Then she positioned herself on top of him. "You know,
there are a few places that still have to be cleaned",
she said in a tone that was definitely seductive now.

"I'm scared, Scully. I don't know if I can do this."

"You don't have to do anything. Just let this happen
to you. Let me do this for you."

Then she licked his full bottom lip with her tongue
flipping out of her mouth. For a second he tried to
back away but then he gave himself over to her touch.
She had now captured his lip in her mouth and was
sucking on it. He moaned involuntary. She stopped her
work on his mouth and moved to his right earlobe. She
started to suck on it and give it little bites. He had
never known his earlobe was such a sensitive zone. But
God it felt so good. He felt his erection pressing
against her crotch and thought he could feel her
wetness through the clothes she was still wearing. Her
hands found his nipples, while she continued sucking
his earlobe. She pinched them a bit and he couldn't
help himself bucking his hips into hers. As a reaction
she pinched a bit harder.

"Oh my God", he murmured. She apparently took that as
an encouragement and moved her mouth to his nipples.
Her hands left them and started caressing his lower
belly. His cock twitched under her and she moved her
hands even lower so that they were touching his pubic
hair. His cock was now even harder then it had been
before. But then she started to move lower and placed
her mouth above his cock.

"No Scully", he felt himself lose all his calmness,
"No, it's degrading and I don't want you to do it."

"Mulder please. I want to do this for you. I like it.
You know me well enough to realize that I would never
do something against my own will. Just relax", and
with that she lowered herself on him. Relaxing wasn't
really one of his options. He was torn between ecstasy
over the exquisite feeling of her mouth on him and the
guilt and fear her actions caused him. She had started
linking his shaft firmly up and down and he felt
himself getting more and more aroused. She was
nibbling on the very top and it just felt so good that
for a moment he forgot where he was and all he could
think off was the feeling of her mouth on him. He was
so close. But then he remembered and he knew he
couldn't let Scully do this. He pulled himself out of
her mouth and moved away.

"I'm so sorry, I can't do this Scully I can't." He
felt so helpless and so angry with himself for letting
it come this far. For letting her do this for him, out
of guilt or pity. "You're better than that, you can do
better than me. I can't. I'm so sorry, you're too good
for me."

He felt his tears again and then they were streaming
down his cheeks. How could he have let this happen?
She didn't say anything and here eyes weren't
betraying. She was probably mad at him for making her
do this, for forcing her into giving him a blowjob. A
blowjob as something given by hookers, because it was
more detached than basic fucking. A blowjob signified
distance and when he had said, what he had said, he
hadn't meant it as something to increase the distance
between them. On the contrary, he had secretly hoped
it would make them closer. But deep down inside he had
known that it wouldn't. She could never love him, he
was unworthy.

"Oh Mulder"

Her sigh made him realize he had said the last part
out loud. Her beautiful eyes were once again full of
tears and a new wave of guilt flowed over him, because
he was the reason that she was crying.

"Oh Mulder, I'm not mad at you. You didn't force me to
do anything. I don't know what makes you feel like we
have moved apart. I am close to you, and it's not
degrading either. It's something given out of love. If
it was degrading someone would be in charge, but no
one is. I can do whatever I want to do to you and you
can stop me anytime."

"NO, you're just saying that. You don't mean it."

"Mulder, lie down, NOW."

He hesitated for a moment, but then obeyed and he lay
down on the bed again.

"It's okay, if you think a blow-job is detached and
degrading, we won't do it."

Before he could react she started undressing herself.
Mulder couldn't help admire how beautiful she was and
how perfect her breats looked. He wanted to stop her,
but when he saw her erect nipples he started doubting.
Maybe she did want to. She was now working on her
trousers and pulled them down together with her
panties.Then she lowered herself on his still-erect
cock and welcomed him in. He moaned involuntary. Right
now not only his heart had betrayed him, but also his
body. He was so aroused and it felt so good to be
inside her, but he wouldn't do it. Then she started
moving.

"This is the ultimate act of closeness. We are now
connected in every way. I cleaned you, Mulder, I
licked your guilt away. Now I want you to let go and
make love to me."

Next thing he knew she had taken possession of his
mouth, effectively making it impossible for him to
speak. His hips were taken on her rhythm without him
being able to do anything against it. He felt himself
give over to the waves of ecstasy. His climax began to
build again. Finally she let go of his mouth.

"I cleaned your mouth too, now we've got to clean the
last of you. Are you ready?"

Unsure of what she meant he looked her in the eyes and
sought her intentions. When he saw her eyes, he knew
what she was going to do. And indeed, she stopped
moving and let him slip out of her.

"Let it go, Mulder. I love you so much", and with that
she took him in her mouth again and started licking up
and down his penis with firm strokes. At the end of
each stroke she sucked a bit on the top of his cock.
Her rhythm was delicious. He felt he was on the very
edge. He looked down at her and she looked up. Her
eyes full of passion and love. At that moment he came.
He tried to prevent his hips from trusting in her face
and he closed his eyes to enjoy the unbelievable
feeling of his very powerful orgasm. When he opened
his eyes again she was next to him, looking him in the
eyes. She had swallowed his semen and with that she
had swallowed his guilt and his pain and his fear. He
kissed her back for the first time that evening. He
hadn't done anything for her. She had let him come,
but he hadn't done the same for her. As though she
could read his mind, Scully said:

"This was for you Mulder. I don't want anything back
right now. I love you."

"I love you too." He felt his eyes fall shut and she
nuzzled her head against his chest.

"Mulder?"

"Yeah"

"Tomorrow"

"Mmm"

"I don't expect you to fully fuck my brains, okay?"
She gave him a cute little Scully-smile. And he nodded
at her.

"It would be nice though."

"Let's see what we can do."

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The end

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