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Title: Believing in More Than the Fairy
Author: Samantha1013
Rating: NC-17 of course
Feedback: Is always greatly appreciated. Send all
comments to samantha1013_@hotmail.com
Keywords: MSR
Archive: Sure, but please keep everything with it
(specifically my name and e-mail address) and tell me
where.
Disclaimer: All things X-Files related belong to
Chris Carter, FOX, and Ten-Thirteen Productions...In
other words, they aren't mine.
Summary: A night at a carnival brings new revelations
to Mulder and Scully's relationship.

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My entry in Whispers of X's True Blue Challenge for
the month of July. Has to include the following seven
items:

* An interruption in the middle of a sex scene.
(i.e...phone call, broken window, etc...)---*check*
* A carnival visit---*check*
* Mulder and Scully see an actual fairy/sprite---
*check*
* A bottle of Excedrin---*check*
* Glitter body paint that won't come off---*check*
* Mulder and Scully in an old-fashioned photograph---
*check*
* Dripping ice cream---*check*

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Believing in More Than the Fairy
by Samantha1013



His hands were all over her, searching her, running
against the uncovered parts of her silky-smooth skin
as his fingers worked at exposing more, undoing her
bra and pulling it away as his lips sought refuge
against the soft curves of her breasts, moving inward
soon after to consume her erected nipple as his
tongue massaged it lightly in a slow and tantalizing
circle, moving to give the same treatment to its twin
when she moaned and gave his cheek a gentle nudge in
the direction of the other. She trembled at his
touch, at his kisses, and at the chilly bedroom air
that hit her wet nipple when his lips were no longer
there to serve as its protection, her eyes closing,
her head tilting back, her throat exposed. He raised
his eager lips to it then, covering it and licking
it, then drawing back to place soft kisses over it.

His hands found the waistband of her skirt as she
reveled at his kisses and pulled it down gracefully
over her thighs and knees, drawing it off as he
dropped it over the side of his bed, then moving back
to touch his newly discovered ground with an eager
finger.

"Mulder..." she gasped at his soft caress on her
outer folds. "Mulder, please." She reached down to
the waistband of his pants, undoing his belt and
pulling it away without looking down, her eyes closed
and opening, trained on the ceiling. "Mulder...I
can't..." Her slender fingers struggled at his
zipper, bumping with his wrists as he made a slow
entrance inside. "Not yet," she whispered, shaking
her head against the pillow. "Oh God...Mulder get out
of these damn pants first."

He smiled and laughed, withdrawing his finger and
sitting back to undo and draw down his black pants,
his erection springing free as his boxers were pulled
away. "That better?" he managed, lowering himself
back down on top of her, his penis falling hard and
ready to the insides of her thighs as she sighed
heavily, drawing up her knees and spreading them
apart as she took his face in her hands and brought
it to hers, kissing his lips and finding his tongue
as he began pushing inside, the prospect of bringing
his finger down to enter first completely exiting his
mind as he felt her tight, but slippery body
surrounding his, meeting his thrusts, slow at first,
but growing increasingly rapid as their peak of
sexual excitement loomed closer and closer...He
lunged against her, pulled out, thrust again and
smiled at the moans that filled his ears, coming from
him as well as her, mixing and becoming almost nearly
undistinguishable in their fervent lovemaking.

His lips, kissing her cheeks and forehead, fluttered
to her eyes to rest against her lashes and then moved
to attend to the tip of her nose, gentle as hell as
his lower half pumped away in the dim-lighted
bedroom, evening setting in, the sun dropping below
the horizon.

"Mulder..." she moaned, spreading her arms, clutching
at the sheets before lifting them to wrap around his
neck. "God..." Her orgasm was fast approaching and
she clutched at his body tightly, her nails digging
into his flesh, her heart beating on his as her lips
explored his neck.

And then a sound, from down on the floor, muffled and
high-pitched, filled the air, slowing his movements
as he looked to the side of the bed.

"Scully...? You hear that?" he asked.

Still grinding her hips on his she shook her head
emphatically, gasping out a few breathless words.
"No...Nothing."

"I think..." He leaned over the side, still in her,
but beginning to slip out. "I think it's the phone."

"Who cares?" she asked, annoyance filling her voice
as she pulled her face from his neck.

"It could be important..."

"No." Her voice was firm. "Mulder, *no*. You're
not..."

"I'm sorry, Scully, this could...this could be
something big, you never know."

"*Mulder*!" She slowed her movements, sighing deeply
when she felt him exit her, and crossed her arms
angrily over her chest. "I can't believe you're doing
this."

"It's killing me too, believe me. It'll just be a
second."

He leaned over the side of the bed and grabbed for
his discarded pants, fishing his cell phone from the
pocket and bringing it to his ear as he slid back
over on top of Scully, pushing about a half of an
inch inside of her, attempting to satisfy her at
least somewhat until he could devote all his
attention once again to her.

"Mulder?" he said into the phone, all ready
distracted as hell when she raised her hips to force
him deeper inside.

"Mulder? What took you so long? The phone rang four
times."

He sighed at the voice on the other end and shook his
head.

"Frohike, I'm busy, what do you want?"

"Busy?"

"Very. Now what can I do for you?"

"I was wondering if you'd checked your mail this
afternoon?" he asked.

Scully's arms wrapped around his neck and she pulled
herself to him, beginning to place light kisses on
his ear, sucking the lobe between her teeth as she
nibbled it slowly.

"Um..." He closed his eyes, nearly succumbing to her
kisses, and then opened them, gently pushing her
away, trying to pull out from inside of her.
"Yeah...yeah, I guess. Why?"

"Did you look at it?"

He remembered walking into his apartment, grabbing
the mail as he held Scully around the waist, his
mouth on her neck, all ready beginning to unbutton
her blouse. He was pretty sure the stack of bills and
advertisements had ended up on his couch as they'd
stumbled their way into the bedroom.

"No...I didn't. Why?"

Scully shoved him to the side then, causing him to
fall to the mattress as she pushed him onto his back,
throwing one leg over the side of his stomach as she
straddled his thighs, sliding herself down as he met
her eyes and shook his head vigorously, realizing
what she was about to do.

"I was wondering if you'd seen the flyer for the
carnival that's in town."

"Umm..." He gulped in some air as his erection was
taken swiftly into Scully's mouth, no warning, no
chance for protest other than her little naked body
slithering down his sweat-covered lean one. "No..."

"Mulder? What's going on over there?" Frohike asked
then.

"Uhh...nothing..." He suppressed a moan at her tongue
rounding the head of his penis and closed his eyes,
trying valiantly but not very successfully to
concentrate on the telephone call that had
interrupted what he thought was going to be a great
orgasm. "I'm just a little...preoccupied right now."

"You got a girl over there, Mulder?"

"Umm..."

"Who's the lucky lady?"

"Uhh..." He looked to Scully who jerked up suddenly,
leaving him hanging in bittersweet agony.

"Mulder, would you fucking hurry *up*?" she
whispered, rather loudly because less than five
seconds Frohike's surprised voice filled Mulder's
ears somewhat painfully.

"Agent *Scully*?! You and...you and *Scully*?!"

"Frohike, she hasn't exactly been saving herself for
you, okay? Now what is all of this about? I'd like to
hang up if that's okay."

"I was just wondering if you'd gotten the flyer. It
looked like something that would be right up your
alley."

"Well...thank you. I'll check it out. Now, bye."

And, without waiting for a reply, he clicked off the
phone and threw it across the room, not watching it
land, but raising up to take Scully back into his
arms, determined to finish where they'd left off.

She cried out as he plunged into her deeply, not
wasting a second as he began jerking up inside of
her, then rolled them both over so that he was poised
above her, his penetration riding deeper, his body
once again beginning to strive for its climax.

"Scully," he cried, burying his face in the nook
between her neck and shoulder, kissing her softly as
he finally felt the sweet release of a long-overdue
orgasm, his semen shooting into her as she trembled
and shook underneath him, finally coming as well in a
burst of moans and cries as she dug into his lower
back with her nails.

"Oh God, Mulder," she gasped, finally letting him go
to sink limply into the mattress and sheets, her face
streaked with perspiration. "If you *ever*..."

"Sorry, Scully," he mumbled, dropping beside her on
his side as he propped himself up on one elbow to
gaze down at her heaving chest. "But it could've been
something really important."

"Don't give me that shit. From now on we only have
sex if it's just *us*. I don't exactly need Frohike
in on the action too."

"Ahh, come on Scully, I'm sure he'd like that," he
joked, cracking a smile as he brought a finger to
begin gently tracing her navel. "You know...he's
always fantasized about you."

"I try to forget those types of things," she replied,
grimacing. "Anyway, though, what did lover boy want?"

"To tell me about this flyer I should have gotten in
the mail."

"For what?"

"A carnival or something. I don't know, you were kind
of distracting me."

She laughed. "Good, that was the point."

"Yeah, well, it worked." He leaned over, kissing her
stomach. "So are you thirsty? Can I get you
anything?"

"Actually..." She smiled. "A glass of water would be
good, thanks."

"Coming right up." He slid from the bed and headed
for the door, the now-darkness shadowing him from
Scully.

He got the water quickly, filling it with ice cubes
even, and made his way back through the living room.
But on his way, however, he stopped by the couch and
shuffled blindly through the discarded stack of mail
until he came across a large flyer that he could tell
had the word "carnival" written across the top in a
large, bold font. So, shoving it under his arm he re-
entered the bedroom, handed the water to a thirsty
Scully, and then flopped beside her, reaching to turn
on a bedside lamp.

"What's that?" she asked after taking a long sip from
her glass, looking over at Mulder and the
advertisement he was flipping through.

"That thing Frohike called about. It's for a carnival
that's in town."

"What's so important about it?"

"I don't know...It says it features a sideshow of
some of the most abnormal beings you'll ever
encounter."

"Sounds like our job."

"No kidding. And hey, look at this...it says they
hold on display an actual *fairy* for people to come
and see."

"A fairy." Her tone of voice shaped her words into a
flat statement of skepticism rather than a question.

"Yeah, Scully, a fairy. Is that so hard to believe?"

"In a word...yes."

"Oh, come on, we've seen everything else. We might as
well go and add icing to the cake..."

"I'm not going to a carnival, Mulder."

"Why not?"

"Because I don't really feel like spending an entire
day looking at bearded women or men with lizard
skin...*Or* fairies that claim to be real, when in
actuality are probably fat old men with plastic wings
in a tutu."

"It's not for an *entire* day, Scully, just for a few
hours. Come on, we'll go, we'll see the fairy, and
we'll get something to eat. Nothing more."

"Mulder..." She sighed and rolled her eyes, bringing
her hands up to cover her eyes. "You've got to be
kidding me."

"Frohike was right...this is *so* way up my alley."

"Well, it's not up mine. Go by yourself."

"We never go places by ourselves."

"You went to Graceland once."

"And it sucked."

"But you got to see Elvis."

"Yeah, but not with you. And besides...the last time
I left, you ended up in a psychopath's apartment with
a fresh tattoo on your back."

"Don't remind me."

"Sorry, but I'm right...So, what, will you go? Just
for a couple of hours."

She thought for a second. "...If you buy me a funnel
cake."

He smiled. "No problem. I'll even throw in a box of
unbuttered popcorn."

"Mmm...that sounds pretty good right now." She handed
him her half-empty glass of water, smiling as he took
it without thinking and setting it on his nightstand.
"You want to go make some?" Her head fell to his
shoulder, her hands reaching down to his, taking the
flyer and tossing it away.

"I would..." he replied, his thumb beginning to trace
a slow circle into her palm. "But I think we're out."

"Oh well..." She sighed and snuggled into his arms,
her eyes falling closed as her cheek rose with the
rhythmic breaths that filled his chest. "I'm starting
to get tired anyway."

"Well, sleep well, Scully, cause tomorrow we hit the-
-"

"Don't even say it."

"--carnival."

"Oh, Jesus, *tomorrow*?" She sighed. "There goes
another Saturday."

"Nahh," he replied, bringing a hand up to stroke her
hair. "I doubt very much you'll be thinking that
after tomorrow."

"As long as it doesn't involve surprise phone calls,
Mulder, I think I'll do fine..."

He laughed lightly, his eyes finally closing as he
felt himself slipping into a welcomed sleep, Scully
held tightly and securely against him in the way he
most liked her to be. So warm and soft and...He
breathed in deeply, her scent consuming him, wrapping
around him, carrying him and then drowning him in
peaceful slumber.

***

"Come on, Scully, get those little legs moving!" he
ordered, standing at the door to her apartment,
glancing down at his watch as he tapped a finger
impatiently over the face. "We don't want to be late,
do we?"

"Two things, Mulder," she called back from the
bathroom, opening drawers and medicine chests in
search of what she considered to be a necessity on
their little outing--a bottle of Excedrin. "One--I've
heard that phrase come from your mouth before and
didn't like it, so please never let me hear it again;
and *two*--there isn't a time for the carnival. It
closes at eleven and that's all we need to know."

"*Sorry*," he retorted. "But it's all ready pushing
six. I'd kind of like to be there before the sun goes
down."

"It's July, Mulder! The sun doesn't set until after
eight-thirty!" She found the pills in the cabinet
over the sink and opened the lid, taking out four and
swallowing two as she pocketed the remainders. And
then, after a quick look in the mirror and silent
words of assurance to herself, she exited the
bathroom and joined Mulder at her door. "Let's get
this show on the road," she said, beginning to head
out. "Got the tickets?"

"Don't need them. Pay at the door."

"There's a door?"

"You know what I mean."

She smiled as they moved down the hallway and got in
the elevator, riding it to lobby and then slipping
into Mulder's car as he started the engine and sped
for their destination.

***

The sky was still bright with the late-afternoon sun
when they arrived at the carnival, the pink and
purple glow of evening having not have settled in
yet. Mulder, with a boyish grin plastered to his
face, steered the car into a nearby field that had
been designated for parking and pulled out the key,
sighing with happiness as he sat back in the seat,
staring through the windshield at the red-and-white-
striped tents protruding into the blue horizon with
an oddly peaceful look across his face.

"Mulder..." Scully began slowly, wondering if he was
going to start taking pictures. "Are you okay?"

His grin turned down somewhat into a sad, sad smile
and he turned to look at her, shaking his head before
returning his eyes to see all in front of him.

"I'm fine," he said after a silence, his excited and
eager voice dropping to a serious tone. "...I can
just remember my parents taking me and Samantha to
carnivals like this when we were little...It was such
a big deal to us then. Dad would...he would give us
each two dollars and turn us loose so he and Mom
could enjoy their night in peace...We'd have so much
fun with that money, though, going on rides, playing
games that only cost a dime...Every year I'd try to
win my sister one of those giant teddy bears in a
dart-throwing game." He laughed a little. "I always
sucked though...I think the most I ever won for her
was a poster of Bugs Bunny...or Mickey Mouse...I kind
of forgot."

Immediate realization flooded Scully's body then and
it was without hesitation that reached for him,
embracing him softly in the confines of the front
seat of the car.

"Is that why you wanted to come here?" she asked in a
whisper, still holding him gently around the neck,
her chin resting on his shoulder.

"Partly..." And then he pulled away from her arms,
the childlike grin returning to his face. "But I
really did want to see that fairy."

Tears had filled Scully's eyes at his memory, but his
smile and her laugh cleared them quickly and she
leaned forward, placing a light kiss against his
lips.

"Well let's go see it then."

***

Children ran through the gravel paths, laughing and
screaming and calling out to each other as they found
friends to go on the small selection of rides with
them while others sought out their parents for the
one purpose of obtaining a few more dollars for
cotton candy or snow cones. Walking amongst them,
lightly holding to Mulder's fingers, Scully felt a
slight twinge in her heart, as she looked at all
their smiling faces and the faces of their moms and
dads as they happily watched their kids having fun.
But she shrugged it off and smiled, satisfied with
Mulder who was close enough to a child for her...in a
good way, though, of course. His grin and his light
tone of voice were refreshing and she was suddenly
happy she'd agreed to come with him and knew that she
wouldn't be needing the two extra Excedrin pills she
had slipped into her pocket after all, the headache
she'd expected to have not a worry anymore.

"So..." Mulder said, tilting his head to hers as they
walked, side-stepping a little girl as she ran out in
front of them. "Where do you think that fairy is?"

Scully laughed lightly, feeling content and relaxed
in the mid-80 degree weather of the late July
afternoon, and peered to her left at a few rising
tents in the near distance.

"Maybe over there...?" she suggested, pointing. "I
think there may be some food stands over there
too...And that's perfect because you still owe me a
funnel cake."

"And a box of unbuttered popcorn. Don't worry, I
haven't forgotten." He threw her a smile and they
veered off the path to walk through a small patch of
grass over to the red-and-white tents. Signs outside
each of them advertised the interior's theme and
within minutes they found the intended one, and,
after paying a small fee to the worker outside, they
entered and moved through the small crowd of about
five or six people to a make-shift wall in the far
back of the room. A round hole about ten centimeters
wide had been drilled through it and the people were
lined up behind it, taking turns peeking through at
what was said to be the *actual* fairy.

They stood at the end of the line and watched as
person after person looked through the hole, gasped
or chuckled, and then turned and left, allowing the
next one in line to step up and peer through.
Finally, though, it was their turn and Mulder moved
for the hole first, closing one eye as he looked
through it.

"Well...? You think it can make you fly?" Scully
asked when he didn't say anything.

"It's amazing, Scully...It's--" He moved to the left
a little to allow her room to peer through.

"--A flashlight and some mirrors," she finished for
him as she, too, got a glimpse of what was a glowing
white light, flitting around the small room behind
the wall.

"No way, Scully," he argued and shook his head.
"*That* has *got* to be the real thing."

She smiled, holding back her laughter. "Do you really
believe that?"

"I want to believe."

It escaped her then, a soft giggle that brought a
smile to Mulder's lips as she spoke her reply. "Then
it's a fairy, Mulder."

"An *actual* fairy?"

"As actual as any fairy can be."

He nodded his head, looking content in her reply, and
wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

"What do you say we get that funnel cake now?"

"I'd say that's a damn good idea. Let's go."

They turned and walked out of the tent, but were
stopped right as they exited by the worker who handed
each of them a small vial of glitter body paint.

"Compliments of the fairy," he said off of their
confused expressions and turned to hand one to the
next person who came out.

"Well..." Mulder said as they started away, body
paint in hand. "I for one know what *I* want to do
with this."

"You aren't painting me with glitter, Mulder," was
Scully's automatic reply.

He laughed and threw an arm around her shoulders.
"What makes you think I'd want to do something like
that?"

"I know how your mind works," she said and tossed him
a smiling glance as she shook her head. "But I swear
if you even *think* about touching me with that
stuff--"

"Then you'll what?"

"I don't know...It was an empty threat," she admitted
and raised her hand to take his as it lay draped over
her left shoulder. "But you still aren't painting
me."

"Oh, come on," he said and laid his head gently onto
hers as they walked. "Just a little?"

"Why?"

"Well...I've seen you with mosquito bites; I've seen
you with bumps and bruises and cuts and bullet holes;
I've seen you frozen like a Popsicle, and I've even
seen you naked, thank God...but I have never had the
pleasure of seeing you with glitter..." He moved his
free hand to quickly touch her breasts through her
thin blouse. "...here. Or anywhere else for that
matter."

"Mulder, you seriously need to stop watching those
videos." She stole a side-ways glance at him. "I'm
serious."

"What videos?"

"The videos I found under your bed when I couldn't
find my skirt."

"Oh...*those* videos. I haven't watched those
since..."

"Last week?" she teased.

"No," he instantly replied. "Not since you and I..."

His voice trailed off and she nodded knowingly
whispering, "Ohhh...I see..." She got a thoughtful
look on her face then and stopped to turn to him, a
mischievous grin on her face. "Okay, I'll make a deal
with you...I'll let you paint me with that glitter
stuff *if* and only if you throw out those videos."

"*All* of them?" His eyes and facial expression
registered pure shock although he quickly tried to
mask it with a confused smile. "But..."

"But what, Mulder? You said you haven't watched them
since you and I..." She repeated his words with a
victorious smirk and he momentarily closed his
defeated eyes.

"Okay, I'll throw them out," he said finally and
again leaned his weary head onto Scully's as they
began walking forward once more.

"Then you..." she whispered as they moved down the
path. "...have a deal."

"I get to paint you tonight?"

"As long as I get to personally dispose of those
movies tomorrow morning."

He nodded, the image of him having Scully's naked and
glittering body underneath his, trembling with
ecstasy, taking precedence over the image of him
jacking-off as he watched his pornos. "Okay," he said
and slid an arm around her waist. They passed a large
metal trailer then and Mulder glanced back at it as
they walked. Then, with a beam, he asked, "But can I
add just one thing?"

"Like what?"

"Nothing terrible...I promise. Can I?"

"If it involves any kind of paint or...food, or
whatever else that brain of yours can imagine,
Mulder, no way."

"No, no, it's nothing like that." He stopped and
turned her around to see the sign hanging from the
door of the trailer they had passed. "What do you
say, Scully? Is it a deal?"

***

"Mulder, I cant...I can't possibly wear that!" she
gasped, staring at the flapper costume he held in
front of her, the once bone-white of the dress now a
dull yellow as small beads hung limply from the
fabric, chipped and withered with one too many years
of being worn.

"Come on, Scully, you said you'd do it," he said, the
black wig and white suit all ready clinging to him.
"And you all ready turned down the stripper outfit."
"Mulder, the deal was we'd take an old-fashioned
photograph together. But somehow I don't think that--
" She looked him up and down. "--Elvis is really
something I would call *old-fashioned*."

"Obviously he is if they carry the costume, Scully.
Just go with it. Come on, I'm throwing out the porn."

"Yeah, and painting me with glitter."

"Well, it'll definitely be a day to remember, that's
for sure. Now put this on so we can hurry up and eat.
I'm actually starting to get hungry."

"Mul-der," she whined, but took the costume, looking
at it like it was about to burst into flames. "You're
paying for this picture."

"I know, I know. Now put it on."

She sighed and slipped the dress up and over her
clothes, adjusting it over her shoulders as Mulder
smiled approvingly from behind his dark "Elvis
Shades" as he'd referred to them as.

"Beautiful, Scully." He leaned forward and kissed her
lips. "And I bet you never expected for Elvis to tell
you that."

"My life's goal reached. I can die in peace now...And
spend my eternal life with the real and *dead*
Elvis."

Mulder closed his eyes and clutched at his heart,
feigning instant death. "Ouch!" he cried. "That hurt,
Scully. That really, really hurt."

"Oh shut-up. Let's get this damn picture taken, okay?
This dress is annoying."

"Okay," he laughed and went to the front of the room
to talk with the owner or the employee--whichever was
correct, he didn't ask, and soon he and Scully were
posing in front of an old western backdrop, he
dressed as Elvis and her as a 1930's flapper. They
took three different shots--one of them standing
side-by-side, one of him standing behind her, his
arms around her waist, and a last one of him striking
a famous Elvis pose as Scully laughed almost
uncontrollably, one hand over her mouth.

"When will these be ready?" he asked, as they were
ready to leave, Scully happy as hell to be rid of
that damn costume, Mulder, though, a little sad.

"Come by on your way out of the carnival and pick
them up then, okay?" the woman working replied. "I'll
give you the bill then."

"Okay. Thanks." A hand moving down to the small of
Scully's back as he began leading her for the exit
and out into the darkening evening, sunset settling
in as they'd been inside and deepening now as they
followed a throng of people down to the food stands.

"So..." Mulder said as they got in line, reading the
menu posted on the outside wall in his head. "A
funnel cake?"

"Actually..." she began, reading the menu as well. "I
think I'll have an ice cream cone instead. Vanilla."

"Are you sure?" he asked, turning to look at her.
"That's ice cream, Scully, not a Tofutti-Rice-
Popsicle."

"Dreamsicle. And I know. Ice cream sounds good right
now for some reason."

He shrugged and approached the window, giving their
orders and then the money as a large vanilla cone was
placed in her hands and a bag of sunflower seeds in
his, and then they turned away, walking to a picnic
table way in the back, so close to being in the
nearby forest, Mulder wondered if maybe it wasn't a
forgotten table from last year's carnival. They sat
at it, though, both happy to be in somewhat of a
quiet seclusion, the sky quickly turning to black as
the sun fell below the horizon, shielding them even
further from the eyes of the other patrons.

Side-by-side on the bench, Mulder laid his sunflower
seeds down on the table and dropped a hand to her
knee as she worked at keeping her ice cream from
dripping in the still-warm night air.

"Let me see that a second," he said, reaching for the
cone and taking it, the creamy white of it on her
lips suddenly an incredible turn-on for him, leaning
in to press his lips against hers, the sweet taste of
vanilla lingering on them as his tongue moved out
explore, licking away the excess of it before slowly
moving in to meet with hers, uniting to move in a
circle as she raised a hand to the back of his neck,
her fingers softly scratching his neck as they
kissed, tightening with the increasing deepness and
passion as Mulder felt the first drop of her melting
ice cream against his thumb.

"Scully..." he whispered, as they pulled apart, his
mouth still resting mere inches from hers. "Ever had
sex on a picnic table...with a hundred people eating
only a few yards away...?"

"Mmm...no," she replied just as softly, not resisting
his second kiss or his free hand as it slowly
unbuttoned her blouse, the hot tips of his fingers
running down each newly-opened patch of skin as the
buttons fell apart with ease, her white lace bra now
visible in the darkness.

"...Would you...?"

He was sure she nodded and nudged her up onto the
table, her ice cream still in his hand, and urged her
to lay back. She did so slowly and spread her legs
around the sides of the wooden picnic table, sighing
with pleasure as Mulder climbed atop her, straddling
her thighs, and bent down to cover her stomach in an
endless foray of kisses, moving steadily upwards as
his fingers undid the front clasp of her bra, pulling
it away just in time for his tongue to come to her
erected nipples.

"Mulder..." she whispered, tugging on his shirt as he
sucked at her breasts. "Mulder, the ice cream..."

He rose up and glanced down, smiling as he saw the
tiny rivulets of melted vanilla running down his fist
and to her stomach, creating a small puddle just a
few inches below her right breast, some of it
beginning to run down in separate little rivers of
ice cream as he slid down her body to the waistband
of her skirt and caught the first one in his tongue
as he sensually began running up her smooth skin, the
cold ice cream providing the perfect contrast to the
heat of her skin. She moaned softly as he moved
steadily forward, finally finding the puddle, as he
drew it into his mouth, kissing the curves of her
breast in the process, although, not on accident.

"Oh God..." she whispered in a moan. "We can't...we
can't do this here, Mulder."

"What?" He didn't stop kissing her.

"I...it's against the law...We could be arrested if
we're caught..."

"No one's gonna catch us..."

She felt him reaching for her skirt and contemplated
just saying, "fuck it" and going for it right there,
but as his fingers moved past the boundaries of her
underwear and up inside a wave of burning passion
fell over her and she froze, the realization of what
was to come beginning to settle in.

"Mulder, no," she said firmly then, her words even
harder to say at the agonizing droplets of her
dripping ice cream that were consumed by Mulder's
tongue, his fingers still pushing into her. "No..."

"Why not...?" he asked, not stopping, but hesitating
slightly. "Nobody will ever know."

"Maybe not..." She took a breath, trying to slow the
ever-increasing beating of her heart. "...But how
would you feel...if your child...if you brought it
here...and they ate on a table...like this one...With
melted ice cream?"

He paused completely then and lifted up, nodding in
agreement.

"As much as this kills me, I think you're right," he
said and rolled to the side, his painful erection
aching for her. "...God, why do you always have to be
so right?"

"In this particular case I don't really want to
be...But fuck, Mulder...get rid of that ice
cream...If it drips one more time I swear I'm not
gonna care who sits here."

He nodded and tossed the dripping cone out into the
woods and then hooked her bra and buttoned her shirt
as they stood.

"What do you say we get that picture and go home,
Scully?" he suggested, her faintly disheveled hair,
her wild blue eyes, her flushed cheeks sending
bittersweet jolts to his groin as he could think of
nothing other than ripping off her clothes and
driving inside her.

"I say that's a pretty damn good idea," she agreed,
aching for his touch once again, wanting it more than
anything, even the glitter body paint that he'd
promised to put on her that night sending mild chills
up her spin.

"Well, let's get the hell out of here." He took her
hand and they started off, his sunflower seeds still
unopened on the table, walking briskly past the
thinning crowds of children to return to the trailer,
going inside and getting the attention of the woman
who'd taken their pictures earlier.

"Are they done?" he asked, reaching to pull out his
wallet.

"Yep." The woman reached under the counter and pulled
out a manila folder, opening it and separating the
three photos as all three of them looked down.

"Oh Jesus," Scully laughed when she saw the pictures,
looking smiling to Mulder as he held back his own
hilarity. All three of them were terrible, either
looking totally unemotional like in the first, or, in
the second, having Scully's eyes looking at something
to her left. And then there was always the third,
which even brought a smile to the employee's face.
And all of them were shot in a low sepia color with
that damn western backdrop, just adding to the
amusement of the entire thing.

"Well...you want to pick one out, Scully?" he asked
at last, fingering the corner of the second one. "You
can pick first, but I kind of like this one the
best."

"You mean you don't want that one?" She pointed to
the third, still smiling and laughing in between her
words. "Because if you don't, I definitely do. That
one's a classic."

"Good, then it's settled. We'll just take these two.
How much is that?"

The woman added the prices and told him as he pulled
a twenty-dollar bill from his wallet, handing it to
her. Then she asked for their permission to display
the one they didn't want on her wall for the
customers to see and they agreed, not really
expecting many people who knew them to come in,
knowing that the carnival was leaving town the next
morning, and took their pictures with the optional
frames they had also decided to purchase and left the
trailer, moving hastily towards the exit. But halfway
there, Mulder suddenly stopped, looking to his left
of Scully's shoulder.

"What is it?" she asked, stopping in her tracks as
well as she followed Mulder's gaze to a dart-throwing
game only about three feet away from them.

"I'm so horny right now I could take you right here,"
he said. "But I never won that giant teddy bear for
my sister. And if you don't care, before we
leave...I'd kind of like to win it for you."

She wasn't sure if it had been the near-sex on the
picnic table or the old-fashioned photograph she held
in her hands, but she sort of felt a few tears
beginning to line her bottom lids.

"Of course you can," she said and took his picture
from him to clear his hands.

He smiled at her somewhat thankfully and they
approached the game as Mulder laid three dollar bills
on the table for a total of six darts, Scully
standing beside him, one arm sliding through his free
one. "Go for that blue one," she told him, leaning
her head against his shoulder. Taking a dart in his
hand, he pulled back his arm and then slung it
towards the blue balloon Scully had picked out,
missing it, and then trying it again, missing once
more.

"I told you I suck," he said, reaching for the third
dart.

But determination and thoughts of his sister as he'd
thrown the darts as a child, and then Scully as her
head lay so gently against his shoulder, won out and
with the sixth dart he hit the balloon and smiled
wonderingly as the paper behind it revealed that he'd
won a large prize, instantly picking a huge brown
teddy bear in the back.

"This...is for you," he said, and handed her the bear
as they turned away, taking the pictures from her so
she could carry it.

"Thank you, Mulder," she whispered, grinning gently,
and they walked in peaceful solitude back to the car,
the tents and lights and fairies and ice cream all
fading from their view as they drove away from the
carnival, both knowing that it definitely had not
been a wasted Saturday.

***

He had her in his arms as soon as they entered his
apartment, kissing her, touching her, opening her
blouse and pulling it and also her bra away as they
reached the bed, falling quickly to the mattress as
his hands moved for her skirt, its descent down her
legs slow as she moved back on the bed, her head
finding the pillows and resting against them as she
spread her now naked legs to the feel of his fingers
moving between them.

"Mulder..." she gasped, shaking her head as she
reached for the ends of his gray T-shirt. "Hurry up
and get out that glitter stuff. I don't think I can
last through foreplay tonight."

His hands pulled away from her as he nodded, and
found the vial of body paint still in his pocket and
he put it between his teeth as he undid his pants and
pulled them off, his black silk boxers quickly
following. She moaned at the sight of his growing
erection and raised herself to him, wrapping her arms
around his back pressing her naked chest to his as
her lips devoured his, her tongue moving hungrily
through them and collapsing desperately with his own,
the glitter having been taken from his mouth in just
the nick of time. He uncapped it as they kissed,
holding it behind her back as he did so, tossing away
the black lid and pulling back as he brought it
between their bodies.

"How should we do this?" he asked, looking down into
the glittery depths.

"However you want. Just do it and then do me. I can't
take this."

He laughed lightly and stuck his fingers into the
paint, drawing out a small glob of it and then
bringing it to Scully's chest as she closed her eyes
and gasped.

"What? Does it sting?" he wondered, hesitating.

"No...it's cold."

"Oh...Well, don't worry, I'll keep you warm." He lay
her back against the bed and poised himself above
her, his hands beginning to slowly smear more of the
glittery paint over her breasts, her stomach, and up
around her shoulders as she angled her neck back for
his idle fingers as they slowly traced the line of
her jaw, a shimmering trail left in its path.

"Oh...God..." she breathed, her hands sliding down,
taking his penis into her hands, guiding it to her.
"I can't...Get the fuck in here, Mulder...I..."

Then she released him and held his shoulders as he
moved to enter her, going slowly as his chest pressed
to hers, the cool touch of the paint rubbing off onto
him as he lowered his lips to her neck and then
raised them to her lips, her nose, her eyes...She
held him tightly as he filled her and began his
gentle thrusts, moving in...out...in...out as she ran
her fingernails along his back, scratching lightly as
her lips found his, kissing his top lip and then his
bottom before consuming them both.

"Scully..." he said into her mouth, breathing her
name as his thrusts came faster and harder, driving
into her, penetrating her deeply as she cried out in
his arms, the glitter shining as a thin layer of
perspiration erupted over both of them, the friction
between them building heat and moans and cries...

He reached orgasm first, her name on his lips as he
shot inside of her, holding her as she climaxed only
seconds after his, her body shaking and gasping for
breath as they pulled apart, Mulder turning her onto
her side as he spooned around her, resting his cheek
on her shoulder.

"Thank you..." he whispered as he pulled away from
her lips, his mouth against hers. "Thank you for
coming with me tonight..."

"I never thought I'd say this, Mulder, but it was
time well spent," she replied softly. "I'm glad I
went."

"I'm glad you did too," he said and closed his eyes,
feeling himself falling asleep. "...It really meant a
lot to me."

"Yeah...it meant a lot to me, too, Mulder...Sometimes
I forget how much fun I have with you when we aren't
working...Thanks for reminding me of that..."

"I think that..." He kissed the silky skin of her
bare arm. "...sometimes we need to remind each
other."

"Mmm...are you tired, Mulder?" she whispered to him.

"Somewhat," he answered her. "Why?"

"Well, I don't know about you, but I could use a
shower after all of that. Get that glitter off."

He smiled and moved back from her, sitting up. "Okay.
Let's go."

They slipped out the bed and made their way through
the darkness to the bathroom, and Mulder grabbed a
couple candles and a book of matches as they passed
his dresser.

"In the dark?" Scully asked when she saw them,
raising an eyebrow as she watched Mulder strike one
of the matches and light the two candles.

"Yeah...You don't care, do you?" He came to her and
wrapped his arms around her waist, looking down into
her shadowed eyes and smiling, her naked body
glittering and almost glowing in the faint and
flickering candlelight.

"No...it sounds very nice, Mulder." She returned his
smile and he leaned down, bringing his lips to hers
as his hands held firmly to her hips.

Then they moved apart and Mulder turned on the
shower, testing the warmth of the water before
pulling them both under it, taking her in his arms
again and running his fingers through her wetting
hair as their kisses deepened and their tongues
danced, and Mulder reached blindly behind him to grab
the bar of soap, bringing it between them to massage
sensuously against Scully's stomach, moving up to her
breasts and then up even further to lightly follow
the trail of white glitter he'd left against the line
of her jaw. Then the bar of soap fell to their feet
as Mulder lifted her in his arms and with a sigh from
her and a soft moan from him, he pushed her firmly
against the wall of the shower and entered her
slowly, feeling her clutching at him, laying her head
against his shoulder, as he thought he felt a tear
from her fall against his skin.

"Scully...?" He pulled back to see her face, her
face, he could tell, was tear-streaked. He slowed his
thrusts immediately. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, Mulder," she whispered to him, smiling
softly. "I was just thinking about...everything we've
been through, everything you've done for me, and
everything I've done to...to discourage you...And I
know it's stupid to bring up now, and maybe you don't
even care or can't see it, but...I'm sorry for not
having more faith in you."

He didn't know quite how to respond, contemplating
pulling out of her so that they could go back to bed
and have what he thought could end up being a very
serious talk, but when he made his move to draw away
she shook her head and held herself as closely to him
as she could, her legs wrapped tightly around his
waist, her ankles hooked at the base of his spine.

"No," she told him, holding him tightly. "I don't
want that...I just...I want you to know..."

At her request to stay with him he'd resumed his
gentle thrusts and she exhaled deeply and uttered a
low moan as her words trailed off and her lips
pressed against his neck.

"You want me to know what?" he finally gasped,
feeling the pressure rising, the clock ticking, and
the vacillating of her body in his arms.

"I..." she whispered. "I just hope that...that
through everything I say to you...everything I tell
you isn't there or doesn't exist...even through all
of it, I...I do believe in you, Mulder..."

The words, he thought, were equivalent to her telling
him she loved him, and he almost felt tears come to
his own eyes, but drew back instead to look into her
eyes, the crystalline blue sparkling in the
shimmering light.

"I believe in you, too, Scully," he said to her
softly, whispering to her as he reached his orgasm,
holding her. "I always have."

She nodded and smiled through her tears, feeling him
moving through her as she trembled and came with him.

It had been a perfect night, she thought to herself
as they lay down that night in each others arms,
slipping into sleep as they snuggled against one
another, her forehead resting against his chest, his
face pressed to her hair, breathing her in long after
they'd fallen into slumber. A perfect Saturday night
with the man she now knew she loved.

And in his mind, right before they closed their eyes,
he thought the same thing about her.

***

But nothing is perfect, they realized, as their eyes
came open that next morning, finding that both of
them were still as glittery as they were before, even
after the two more showers they'd taken together that
morning. Mulder laughed it off and held Scully to him
as she laughed too, still on somewhat of an emotional
high from the night before.

"Well..." he said to her as they sat on the couch
that afternoon, their chests sparkling in the
afternoon sunlight. "I guess this rules out going to
work topless."

"That or it promotes it," she said and he smiled,
happy she wasn't mad at having glitter body paint
that wouldn't come off covering her breasts and
stomach as well as a line on her jaw. But anger
didn't even cross her mind as she sat naked in
Mulder's arms, looking with a grin to the glitter on
both of them.

"You think this could be fairy dust?" he asked
jokingly to her and laughed after the words exited
his mouth.

"I don't know...think a happy thought and see if you
can fly."

"Okay." He closed his eyes for a few seconds and then
opened them, shrugging his shoulders. "It's not fairy
dust."

"How do you know?" she asked pointedly. "Maybe your
thought just wasn't happy enough."

"No...I thought of the thing that makes me the
happiest, and I'm still sitting here with gravity
under my ass."

"Your porn tapes?" she teased, having decided that
morning that she wouldn't throw them out.

"No," he replied, smiling as he shook his head. "Of
course not."

"Then what was it?" She laid her head against his
chest and fingered a speck of glitter near his belly
button.

And he leaned over to kiss the top of her head,
laying his cheek against it in the process and taking
one of her hands in his.

"It was you," he finally whispered, grinning gently
as he closed his eyes to revel in the feel of her
against him. And then he said it, the words falling
from his lips before he could stop them or suck them
back. "Scully, I love you," they came, sorry he'd
said them now, thinking back to all the times he'd
imagined the perfectly romantic scene in which he
would finally tell her, having never even once
considered uttering it as they sat together on his
couch covered in glitter. But, still he meant
them...*had* meant them for quite sometime.

She was silent at first, wondering if she'd heard him
right, if he'd really said what she thought he
had...But she knew that something deep inside of her
didn't even have to question whether or not they had
come from his lips, a reply all ready coming from her
to float up around the room, to touch his ears and
his heart as they sat together, their hands and
fingers caressing each other's.

"I...I love you, too, Mulder..." she whispered. "I
love you, too."

She meant it as she said it, just as he had meant it
as well. And both of them believed it...

Even more than they'd believed in the fairy.

***

***

The End

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Authors Notes: When I first came across the True Blue
Challenge, I knew I had to enter it. That's all I
thought--I have to enter this contest. I didn't even
stop to think about how difficult it would be to have
an old-fashioned photograph or glitter body paint
that wouldn't come off until I'd all ready started
the fic and by that time it was too late to stop
then. So I kept on and am very happy to say I managed
to include all seven items :) And I know that it's
probably not that good, it was sappier near the end
then I'd expected (damn that sweet and slow song I
downloaded and just *had* to listen to while I
wrote), and I don't really have an excuse for the sex
parts since I have other smut stories I've written,
but I've never written one for a particular reason or
for submission to a particular site. It's a lot
harder to do that than to just write something and
post it on your own little web page. But despite all
of that, I had a great time writing this fic and I
guess, in the end, that's all that matters :)

~Samantha1013

*~Tuesday, July 24, 2001~*

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