Love in the Jujubes 
by Shannon Kizzia (lmelao@earthlink.net) 
 
Rating: NC-17 for graphic sex. 
 
Spoilers:  none 
 
Summary:  Scully may be hornier than Mulder can handle. 
 
Keywords:  MSR 
 
Category:  SR and maybe a tiny bit of H 
 
Archive:  You bet!  Just let me know.  :) 
 
Author's Notes:  This one's for Sherri.  :)  The movie theatre 
was her idea.  The movie genre was her call as well.   I sure 
hope this meets with your satisfaction.  Assume that Mulder and 
Scully have been lovers for a little while now.  I like to think 
it's around the end of season 7 and we'll just conveniently 
assume Requiem doesn't happen (although I love the ep!).  No 
angst here, no reason to dread the future.  There is zero plot to 
 
this!  It's pure smut waffle complete with sticky syrup. 
 
Warning:  There is a bit of "backdoor" action in this one. 
If this offends you, you probably should skip it. 
 
Special Acknowledgment:  Big, huge thanks to Kimpa for archiving! 
 
You are the BEST! 
 
Disclaimer:  Not mine.  'Nuff said. 
 
 
Love in the Jujubes 
by Shannon Kizzia 
 
 
"Unnnnnhhhhhhh!!!  Deeper!" 
 
"Spread your legs more." 
 
He helped her by reaching around her from behind, grasping her 
thighs with both hands, and pulling them apart.  She grunted and 
re-established her death grip on the headboard, her breasts 
making contact with every slam of his cock into her. 
 
"You feel incredible, Scully." 
 
"God, Mulder, you too." 
 
His hands slid around her thighs to squeeze her ass, opening 
her.  She shivered, her thighs so sensitive.  He looked down at 
where their bodies came together, where he so violently entered 
her. He licked his lips.  His eyes grew dark like wet leaves. 
 
"Mulder....fill me.  Fill me more." 
 
<Fucking HOW?> he thought.  He was already pumping into her all 
the way.  His balls slapped at her with each thrust.  Her 
tortured moan filled her bedroom. 
 
He hesitated, unsure if he might have misinterpreted her 
request.  "Hold on tight, Scully." 
 
Mulder put his right forefinger in his mouth, brought it away 
slick with his spit, and gently inserted the tip into Scully's 
ass.  Her response was immediate and breath-taking.  She bucked 
involuntarily against him and then went completely still, her 
head thrown back, red tresses curtaining her shoulders and upper 
back, mouth open, eyes shut. 
 
"Mulder," she sighed raggedly. 
 
He slowed the movement of his pelvis enough to concentrate on 
what his finger was doing.  He cautiously pushed a little farther 
 
inside her as he massaged her vulva with the head of his cock, 
barely going inside.  Just enough to tickle, enough to make that 
wet noise, to make her keen from a place deep in her chest, to 
make her eyebrows draw up and together, her eyelids barely 
staying shut.  He withdrew his finger from her and she groaned. 
 
"I'll go back, baby," he whispered in her ear.  "Unless you don't 
 
want it.  Do you want me to do that to you?  Is it okay if I 
touch you there?"  This was new for them, uncharted territory, 
and he was nervous. 
 
She mewled in response, murmured a shy "Uh huh", nodded.  Mulder 
drew his middle finger through her folds, gathering her own 
slick, pungent moisture.  He then reinserted the new, longer 
finger into her ass as slow as he could.  She was so very tight. 
At the same time, he pushed his near volcanic cock back into 
her.  All...the...way... 
 
"Guuuuuuuh!"  They let out mutual moans of pleasure as his finger 
 
and his cock simultaneously buried themselves in her body. 
 
"Unbelievable," he said into her hair.  His hips had begun their 
rhythm again, but his finger remained still.  "Scully, I...I 
don't know if I can hold back.  I don't...wanna...hurt you.  You 
feel good.  You feel good."   He was losing it fast.  The feel of 
 
her so soft and hot and tight around him and the way she was 
beginning to move in small, involuntary pushes against his hand 
made him champagne-drunk.  He could smell her arousal.  It woke 
something primal and desperate in him. 
 
"Mulder, I want it.  I wanna be fucked all over." 
 
It was all he needed.  He plowed into her soft body, hand and 
cock working together.  She started to quiver helplessly, nearing 
 
orgasm already, the mental aspect of what he was doing to her 
nearly enough by itself to bring her off. 
 
"Mulder!  Oh, God!" 
 
"I love you, Scully."  His words shook with the ferocity of their 
 
fucking.  He covered her tiny body from behind, taking her like a 
 
wild beast, but in his mind he was sheltering her, protecting, 
sensitive to the slightest change in her panting, to how her face 
 
contorted, how the grimace she wore spoke more of pleasure than 
pain, but he watched to make sure it stayed that way.  Even as he 
 
tore into her with his granite erection and pushed past his thick 
 
knuckle into her ass, he spilled words of love and devotion into 
her neck, onto her sweat-shined skin.  "Sweet Scully.  My 
Scully.  My love...."  He licked her back between her shoulder 
blades up to her ear and growled that she was his one in five 
billion, his light, the best fuck he'd ever had. 
 
"Mulder, I'm coming!" she sobbed into her own arm.  "I'm coming 
so hard." 
 
"I love the way you come, Scully." 
 
His legs shook from holding his body in this position.  So low he 
 
had to be to reach her entrance.  It was worth every second, of 
course.  He breathed deeply, forcefully, willing oxygen out of 
his woozy head -- his brain didn't need it -- into his 
bloodstream, down to his legs, his throbbing penis.  He withdrew 
his finger and grabbed for her arms, pinning her wilting, 
post-orgasmic form up against the headboard as he drove for home, 
 
finishing himself when she whispered back to him,  "Let go, my 
love."  He spilled his cum all over her womb, "Scuuhleeeeee!!", 
chest rising and falling against her slender back. 
 
Their bodies stilled.  Their sweat combined and rolled off of 
them to the mangled sheets.  His breath puffed a strand of her 
hair.  Wordlessly, they eased themselves down to a horizontal 
position on the bed, Scully's body draped over Mulder's, a 
welcome weight and heat.  Her breasts flattened against his chest 
 
and side and his arms encircled her, holding her close, his body 
language shouting to her how precious she was to him, how 
necessary. 
 
She smiled into his chest and snuggled closer, pressing her 
soaked pussy against his thigh, enjoying how the hairs on his leg 
 
felt against her.  "Mmmmulder," she purred. 
 
"What, hun?" 
 
"That's it.  Just Mulder." 
 
They'd been sleeping together for about a month now and Mulder 
was pleasantly surprised at how uninhibited his partner was in 
bed, at how readily she slurred his name when he touched her, at 
how often she smiled and even laughed.  She even seemed happier 
at work.  She was, of course, the perfect picture of decorum and 
professionalism as always, but underneath was this incredibly 
sexual, laid back woman, and she let him see her from time to 
time, smiling over her expense reports at him for no apparent 
reason, squeezing his hand briefly in the elevator.  He was 
seeing the whole Scully.  He would never have guessed a month ago 
 
that he could love her more. 
 
Scully shifted against him and he lifted his head, putting his 
hand behind hers to pull her down for his kiss.  She opened her 
mouth to him, pulling his tongue inside.  They spoke in moans 
into each others' mouths.   Soon Scully's tongue became more 
insistent, hungry again.  Mulder caressed her face as he broke 
away to look at her.  Her eyes were hooded with new desire and 
she gyrated against his leg suggestively. 
 
"You can't be serious." 
 
"And why not?"  she asked. 
 
"You mean three times wasn't enough for you, woman?" 
 
"Too much?" 
 
"Well...I would love to go again, but I just don't think the 
little pirate can do any more pillaging without some rest first. 
Aren't you tired, Scully?" 
 
She rested her weight half on Mulder and half on her elbow and 
sighed, dropping her head into her hand.  "I don't know what's 
going on with me, Mulder."  She looked down in the direction of 
his nipple, eyes suddenly swimming with unshed tears.   "I'm a 
nympho." 
 
Mulder was torn between laughter and sympathy.  Scully was 
certainly no nympho, and hearing her describe herself as such so 
dejectedly was just too rich. 
 
He hugged her tightly to him.  "Scully, three rounds does not 
make you a nympho.  Give yourself a break.  Enjoying sex with 
each other is certainly not a bad thing.  It's better than the 
alternative, right?" 
 
She nodded and sniffed. 
 
Mulder continued, "Scully, I love having sex with you.  I can't 
even describe what it's like for me.  After all those years of 
wanting you this way, being unsure of how you felt....  Now that 
we're together, all I want to *do* is make love to you." 
 
"Mulder, you just quoted Heart." 
 
"Unintentional.  Don't interrupt me, Scully.  I'm serious." 
 
Her eyes lifted to his.  Suddenly he was swimming in blue. 
"There's nothing better in this world than being with you, 
touching you, knowing that you actually want me to.  I still 
can't quite believe it, even with you lying here in bed with me 
in your birthday suit." 
 
Scully laughed.  "I sometimes can't believe it either, Mulder." 
 
"And as for being insatiable, I am, Scully.  You're not alone. 
I'm resigned to the fact that I'm going to be in a near constant 
state of arousal around you.  But even wanting you as much as I 
do, my body just doesn't bounce back as quickly as yours.  I wish 
 
it did.  I wish I could give you what you need, Scully." 
 
"Mulder, you *do*.  You make me so happy.  I've never felt so 
good, so sexy, so fulfilled.  Sometimes I think maybe you're 
*too* good at this."  She looked at him through her eyelashes, 
half-smiling, her tears gone, Mulder's chest rumbling against her 
 
having soothed away her uneasiness. 
 
"I like that theory." 
 
"Maybe it's hormones.  I'm not sure.  Whatever it is, I'm craving 
 
this... us."  She leaned down and kissed his chest, stroking his 
ribs with her fingertips.  "Do you want to sleep, Mulder?" 
 
"Do I want to?  No.  Do I think I need to?  Quite possibly." 
 
She rested her cheek against the thud of his heart and they lay 
quietly for a long time.  The light through her blinds grew long 
and blood orange.  Just when Mulder thought she might be dozing 
off and maybe he safely could, too, she spoke. 
 
"How about a movie, Mulder?" 
 
"As opposed to another round of nookie?" 
 
"As a compromise between sleeping and nookie,"  she corrected. 
 
"Can we grab some burgers and beers at Peppy's first?" 
 
"Mmm, yeah."  Scully wound her fingers through Mulder's hair and 
smiled.  "You go look through the paper for something that sounds 
 
good.  Something we *both* would like."  She punctuated "both" 
with a jab of her finger into his stomach.  "I'm going to jump in 
 
the shower." 
 
"Yes, ma'am." 
 
**** 
All through dinner Mulder had the feeling Scully was up to 
something.   She kept kicking him under the table and her eyes 
grinned at him over her glass of Guinness.  She looked entirely 
too pleased with herself.  She'd stolen his fries and laughed at 
his jokes. She'd even made no argument over his choice of a 
Jackie Chan movie.  That was unprecedented. 
 
She had no make-up on.  She was wearing a plain, white, GAP 
T-shirt, snug, and a pair of blue jeans, also snug.  She glowed 
like a beacon, like sun through clouds. 
 
They held hands in the line to get their tickets.  It felt so 
good to be able to do it.  Mulder almost hoped they'd meet up 
with someone they knew from the Bureau, Skinner preferably.  He 
was so proud to be with Scully, to be the one at which she gazed 
lovingly, to be the one who made her smile.  He was obscenely, 
secretly proud that the hand that held hers had done such a taboo 
 
thing to her earlier, a thing that made her crazy, that turned 
her on in that same obscene and secret way.  He glanced down at 
their fingers, intertwined, and grinned.  Scully caught him 
grinning and squeezed.  He looked up in time to see her knowing 
look, complete with eyebrow.  He was so madly in love.  He put 
his hand at her back to usher her through the door and over to 
the snack bar.  He went to order their usual movie fare. 
 
"One large Coke and a medium popcorn." 
 
"Large!...popcorn," Scully chimed in. 
 
"Would you like butter on that?" 
 
Mulder knew Scully was health conscious enough to steer clear of 
movie theatre butter and said, "No," at the same time she blurted 
 
out a resounding, "Yes." 
 
"Yes?"  Mulder questioned. 
 
"Yes," Scully assured the pimpled boy behind the counter.  "Lots, 
 
please."  She looked at Mulder and shrugged. 
 
They paid and proceeded into the dim theatre.  They sat near the 
back, in the middle.  Mulder slurped Coke through the straw as 
Scully settled the popcorn between her legs.  As it got closer 
and closer to time, they were surprised at how empty the theatre 
still was.  Two couples sat down near the front.  A man sat ahead 
 
of them and to the left and a threesome sat six rows ahead and to 
 
the right. 
 
"Mulder, there's nobody here." 
 
"Well, it's been out for a while I guess." 
 
"It's kind of nice having the theatre virtually to ourselves," 
Scully said, her voice even, innocent. 
 
Mulder looked at her in the darkness.  "You got something in 
mind, Scully?" 
 
"Like what?"  She looked at him, chewing her popcorn. 
 
"Like turning cartwheels in the aisles?" 
 
"You never know, Mulder." 
 
The lights dimmed more and the screen flickered to life.  They 
were shrouded in shadows being thrown from the screen as the 
previews played.  Scully, never taking her eyes from the screen, 
asked, "You ever have a fantasy about doing it in a movie 
theatre?" 
 
Mulder's head swiveled on his neck like a sundial, slow but 
purposeful.  His mouth hung open, frozen in pre-speech.   Scully 
didn't look at him.  "A closed mouth gathers no flies, Mulder." 
When he remained silent, she turned to him.  "Well, have you or 
haven't you?" 
 
"I'm having one as we speak." 
 
"Me, too," she confessed.  "Want me to tell you about it?" 
 
"By all means," Mulder said, emulating her soft near whisper.  He 
 
felt his groin tighten in response to her closeness, the way she 
shifted down in her seat a bit.  Her breathing was deep, making 
her chest expand so that her nipples stood out against the white 
of her shirt with every inhale.  God, even her lungs were sexy. 
 
"Well," she started, resting her hand on her stomach.  "You and I 
 
come into the theatre and choose seats near the back, behind all 
the other people in the audience.  We know we need to be quiet so 
 
that they won't notice.  It's incredibly arousing to me, knowing 
we could be caught.  I'm already so excited and you haven't even 
touched me yet."  Her hand began to make slow, sensuous circles 
on her belly, just missing the undersides of her breasts with 
each maddening pass.  Mulder was nearly hypnotized by the motion 
of her hand, the cadence of her voice, the way her fingers would 
flex a bit here and there so that her nails grazed her abdomen at 
 
random intervals.  She had his full attention. 
 
"What happens after we sit down, Scully?" 
 
"You wait until the lights go low and the movie begins, then you 
reach your hand into the popcorn, down deep to the bottom..." 
 
Mulder reached over and sank his hand into the tub between her 
legs, fingers sifting through the oily kernels.  He pressed his 
hand back into the cardboard, pushing it into the denim between 
her thighs.  Scully pushed into his bucketed hand, eyes trained 
on the screen as the opening credits began to roll.  Mulder 
brought his hand away and popped a few kernels into his mouth. 
 
Scully took a deep breath, obviously turned on by the brief, 
clandestine touch.  "The next time you reach over, though, you 
miss the bucket and your hand settles in my crotch.  I have to 
behave myself and keep quiet even though it's so hard with how 
you're touching me." 
 
Mulder did as instructed, reaching over and slyly sinking his 
hand into the warm valley between Scully's legs .  He rubbed his 
fingers hard but slow against the seam running down the middle of 
 
her pussy.   She stifled a gasp and reached down to undo the 
button on her jeans, easing the zipper down a bit. 
 
"I tell you to put your hand down my pants.  I tell you I need to 
 
feel your fingers separating me.  I need you to stroke me.  You 
do it and find out how wet I am for you." 
 
He slipped down beneath the elastic of her cotton panties, large 
fingers pushing through her dripping curls.  He found her clit 
with his middle finger and massaged it in minuscule circles.  One 
 
of Scully's hands moved down to cover his, keeping him there, 
while the other lazily began to play with her nipple through her 
shirt. 
 
"Scully..." Mulder moaned low in his throat.  "You get me so 
hot.  My cock is like steel." 
 
"I know.  I'm turned on, too." 
 
He pushed two fingers into her pussy as far as they would go in 
their awkward positioning.  Scully turned her head to bury her 
face in his shoulder to muffle her cry.  She pinched her nipple 
as he began to pet her, dipping inside a little and coaxing her 
wetness up toward her clit.  Her fingers rested in top of his, 
pushing him into her repeatedly, encouraging.   She fondled her 
aching tit, quickly flicking it with the tip of one 
well-manicured finger. 
 
"Scully, do you know what it does to me when you touch yourself?" 
 
Mulder asked breathlessly. 
 
She rolled her head on his shoulder in response.  Her hair fell 
across her face.  The audience laughed at a well-delivered punch 
line. 
 
"I want you to fuck me on the floor, Mulder." 
 
"Down there in the goo??"  Mulder asked incredulously and a 
little too loudly.  The left-sitting man turned to look, but 
finding nothing of too much interest in the darkness, turned back 
 
to the screen. 
 
"Right in the goo," Scully confirmed. 
 
**** 
 
"Scully," Mulder whispered seriously.  "There are Jujubes down 
there."  His fingers were still working in and out of her. 
Another peel of laughter rose from the meager crowd.  "Let's just 
 
get out of here." 
 
"Mulder....ohgod....if you won't get down on that floor with me, 
you leave me no choice." 
 
Thinking she was in agreement with his plan to exit, Mulder took 
his hand out of her pants and prepared to stand up.  With feline 
quickness and grace, Scully was putting the popcorn aside, was on 
 
the ground before him, on her knees.  She deftly undid his pants 
and pulled his purplish cock out of his Snoopy boxers.  She gave 
an eyebrow. 
 
"Peanuts, huh, Mulder?" 
 
He shrugged sheepishly before immediately slamming his head back 
against the red velvet seat as his partner swallowed him whole. 
His resolve not to get his rocks off in public didn't stand a 
chance against Scully's mouth around his dick.  Nobody gave head 
like Scully.  Her mouth suctioned him, tongue sliding luridly up 
his shaft, head bobbing somewhere between sorghum slow and F-18 
fast.  He had to watch it, the sight of her sucking his cock as 
stimulating as the feel of it.  The movie screen came alive with 
light and noise and Mulder could see Scully's face clearly, her 
eyes closed in rapture, lashes lying innocently against her 
cheeks.  The loud dialogue and background noise provided the 
perfect cover for her little low moans of pleasure.  Mulder's 
sigh hitched on a sob as his balls tightened, preparing for 
release.  She rolled his balls in the palm of her hand.  He pawed 
 
lovingly at her hair, stroking it away from her face, trying to 
tell her without telling her -- please don't ever fucking stop I 
wanna come in your mouth for the rest of my natural life! 
 
She stopped.  Mulder's cock withdrew from her throat and was hit 
by the cool of the A/C.  He groaned out loud in fitting time with 
 
the end of the noisy scene.  Someone shushed from up front. 
Scully crouched down on the floor in front of Mulder's chair and 
crooked her finger at him wickedly.  She didn't have to ask 
twice.  Mulder pushed her to the ground under him like a caveman, 
 
grunting as he yanked her jeans and underwear down to her 
ankles.  She leaned up to whisper against his ear when he settled 
 
between her legs.  Her voice shook with need. 
 
"Rough.  I want you to be rough with me." 
 
He rubbed his cock against her well lubricated folds, sending 
fire-orange sparks of friction from her opening to her clit.  She 
 
was 10 seconds away from begging for it.  Maybe less. 
 
"Don't come crying to me when you can't get the smell of Mountain 
 
Dew out of your clothes," he huffed. 
 
"Mulder....oooh.... quit fucking around.  We don't...have much 
time." 
 
No teasing comment came to mind that was worth the torture of not 
 
fucking the living daylights out of Scully right that second, so 
with no preamble and little warning, Mulder took himself in hand 
and rammed all the way into her.  She gasped at the shockwave 
that rolled quickly from her pelvis up to her skull only to rush 
back again to stoke the fire where their bodies merged.  Mulder's 
 
hands tingled and his fingers flexed against the floor by 
Scully's head where he held himself off of her.   He couldn't 
quite stop the sound that pushed its way out of his throat.  It 
was something kind of like "Jeeeshhhhfuck!"  He registered that 
there was something round and sticky under his left hand...right 
before he started to nail her. 
 
Scully was with him every step of the way, shoving her hands down 
 
his pants.  She squeezed his ass for all she was worth and lifted 
 
her hips for his entry.  He was giving it to her so hard she 
would have been scooting across the floor on her back except that 
 
the floor was too sticky to allow it.  She pulled her hands up 
his back and into his hair, pulling his mouth down to meet hers, 
muffling her animalistic groan, her tongue against his, licking 
his teeth, receiving the intensity of his answering groan.  They 
came together, mouths open in mid-kiss.  Scully's eyebrows 
crinkled together and she struggled to keep her whimper in her 
throat, failing.  Mulder had to shut his eyes on the beauty of 
her orgasmic face as he gushed into her hotly.  When his eyes 
felt like they were back in his head and her hips melted down to 
the floor, letting his quickly softening penis glide wetly along 
her thigh, he took a shuddering breath and peered down at his 
partner in the less than romantic glow.  She was beyond 
exquisite.  But there would be time later to tell her that, to 
show her very slowly how much he worshiped her.  Now they had to 
get off of the floor and out of the theatre without being 
arrested. 
 
**** 
 
 
Epilogue 
 
 
"Wait, I thought it was one blue." 
 
"No, it's two." 
 
"If it's not?" 
 
"No, if it is." 
 
"But you said..." 
 
"That was that other one, Mulder.  The one we didn't get five 
of." 
 
"Oh.  Right.  So...one?" 
 
"Two!" 
 
"'kay, sorry." 
 
They sat in her kitchen chairs.  Mulder was drumming his fingers 
on the table.  He had insisted that they stop at the all night 
drug store on the way home.  It had dawned on him as they'd sped 
through Dupont Circle and Scully requested they make a detour to 
McDonald's for a Fillet o' Fish, that maybe what they needed more 
 
was a pregnancy test.  Or four or five.  He knew it was crazy and 
 
he hated to think of getting Scully's hopes up for nothing, but 
the tell tale signs were all there.  She'd tried to hide her 
morning sickness from him, but he knew she'd thrown up the past 
three mornings in a row.  He could only guess the excuse she came 
 
up with for herself.  Plus, with the food cravings and the 
libido, it just all made so much sense.  He swallowed 
convulsively and took another peek at the timer which sat between 
 
them on the table.  Two more minutes.  He reached across to take 
Scully's hand.  It was trembling. 
 
"Mulder," she whispered, afraid that even too loud a voice could 
disturb the little sticks all lined up on the bathroom counter. 
"Even if they all come out positive...." 
 
"I know.  We'll still need to get the blood test to know for 
sure." 
 
"But....  Oh Mulder, I'm afraid I won't care." 
 
"What do you mean?" 
 
"Mulder, I want to have a baby."  Her eyes misted over.  "I don't 
 
think I can wait to be happy.  If they turn out 
positive....Mulder, I just want to believe it so bad.  I want to 
be pregnant."  The last was the smallest of whispers. 
 
"I want you to be, too.  I want you to be carrying our baby.  I 
don't know how it would be possible, but I want it with 
everything in me, Scully.  And...I feel it.  I feel that it's 
true.  Do you?" 
 
Just then the timer went off and they jumped. 
 
Scully stood and laced her fingers with his.  "We look together." 
 
They walked with slow deliberation to the bathroom.  Scully 
fought back a nervous giggle seeing the five little white sticks 
lined up in front of her sink.  They looked ridiculous.  Who on 
earth would buy *five* home pregnancy tests and use them all at 
once?  They both took the last two tentative steps forward and 
leaned down into the little square faces.  It was like looking 
into a gypsy's crystal ball.  Five identical double blues stared 
up at them.  Mulder let out the breath he'd been unaware of 
holding and Scully fell into his arms, sobbing loudly and 
clutching at his back.  It would have hurt in any other 
situation. 
 
"I love you," she croaked. 
 
Mulder pressed his lips into her hair.  He didn't trust his voice 
 
and had no words anyway, so he rocked her.  Her sobs shook her in 
 
his arms and tears filled his eyes, obscuring his vision.  So he 
closed his eyes and let himself see without sight.  He saw their 
love take hold in Scully's womb.  Saw his father's pride, heard 
the words:  "You'll be a far better father than I ever was to 
you."  He saw Scully's belly round, her body lush, saw her 
unconscious caress as she soothed the child within her with the 
warm flat of her hand.  He saw the look on Skinner's face when 
they told him.  He saw Margaret Scully become a grandmother.  He 
saw himself making tender love to her in the darkness -- she 
would be over him like a goddess.  He'd be cradling her perfect 
breasts in his hands, wondering at how sweet her milk would 
taste.  He saw tiny feet kicking at her from within.  He saw it 
all.  Mulder opened his eyes and cupped Scully's face so gently 
in his hands.  He searched deep into her eyes and knew she had 
seen it, too.  He leaned into her, tilting his head to fit his 
mouth to hers.  Their kiss was sweet and slow and long-lasting. 
He only withdrew for a moment to whisper her name against her 
tear-streaked lips.  She smiled against his breath, and then they 
 
kissed again. 
 
End 
 
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