TITLE: Nocturne.
AUTHOR: Kate.
RATING:  NC-17
CLASSIFICATION:  MSR, Smut, humour. SR-Story/Romance
SPOILERS: This "starts" from the events of All Things and finds our 
randy duo in the full bloom of their sexual relationship several weeks 
on. (Late 7th season).
SUMMARY: Mulder and Scully find they cannot spend a day apart 
without thinking of each other in a less than professional manner.  Smut 
ensues.
DISCLAIMER:  Mulder and Scully belong to David and Gillian and The 
X-Files to Chris Carter, 1013 Productions and Fox.  They’d be mortified 
and frankly saddened if they read this.  That’s why I wrote it.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:  Flashbacks and thoughts are indicated by <  >. I hate 
plain text!



NOCTURNE
********

Her warmth lingered on the sheets long after she left him sleeping that 
morning.   He awoke just as she closed the apartment door.   "Scully?" 
his hand reached across the bed and he opened one eye when he 
realised he was alone.  Pulling himself over to where she had been 
lying, he buried his face in the sheets and inhaled deeply.  God, how he 
loved that scent.  A sweet and musky reminder of another night of 
passion.  Mulder rolled on to his back and exhaled a deep sigh of 
contentment.   Gently, he lifted his hand and traced the path of her 
mouth from his throat, down his chest to his navel and the soft line of 
hair where she had teased him with her tongue.  He smiled then and 
thought back to their first night together...  


<His hands were shaking as he tentatively caressed her body, her skin, 
her hair.  Their breaths were shallow and clipped and few words were 
spoken.  What was there to say?  She had stood by his bed as the wind 
whipped the tree branches outside and the rain lashed against the 
windows.  The fury of nature mirrored their unbidden yearnings.  
There’s was a union of souls, of mind and body, kept apart too long.  He 
had reached out to her in the darkness but she had stepped back.  
Unsure of her intentions he lay quietly and waited for her to make the 
next move.  Without ever shifting her gaze from his curious face, she 
began to undress, slowly at first.  Mulder watched, feeling his arousal 
grow as each garment fell to the floor.  Exposed and shivering, she had 
climbed in beside him, immersing herself in his strong arms.  For a 
while, they just lay there, her breath whispering against his chest as he 
ran his hand up and down the curve of her back.  Eventually she lifted 
her head and looked into his eyes once more.  
  "Are you sure about this?" he had said.
  "I’ve never been more certain about anything in my life."
The kiss was soft and cautious, her lips parting only enough for her hot 
breaths to escape.  She eased herself on top of him and moved her 
mouth over his neck, his chest and his stomach.  Mulder arched his 
back when she teased each nipple with her teeth.  His erection pressed 
against her belly as she moved her attentions back to his mouth.  Scully 
had paused then, only for a moment but it was long enough for him to 
realise that if she were to stop now there would never be another 
chance.  

This was it.>


Mulder glanced at the clock by his bedside.  It was still early but he got 
up and made his way to the shower, stretching his weary body.  He had 
a certain reluctance when it came to washing Scully’s scent from his 
skin, preferring the idea of carrying something of her around with him 
for the rest of the day.  As the hot spray cascaded over him he closed 
his eyes and returned to that moment when he knew there was no 
turning back.


<He couldn’t get enough of her taste that night.  Her lips parted and he 
found himself wanting more.  Their tongues met but it still wasn’t 
enough.  He needed to be inside her, to know her in every way a 
person can be known.  Turning her over on to her back, he heard her 
moan beneath him as his hand glided over her breast.
  "You like that?" he had whispered, grazing his lips over the stiffened 
peak before taking it into his mouth.  Scully had dug her nails into his 
back and writhed against him when he had suckled her like that.  He 
ran his hand down over her taut stomach and felt himself harden even 
more when she gasped at his touch.  These pleasures had been 
forbidden too long it seemed.  Scully lifted her hips from the bed as his 
finger circled her clit, urging him to dip inside.  "I wanna taste you," he 
had said as he shifted himself between her legs.>


Mulder suddenly became aware that the water was running cold.  He 
had totally lost track of the time and was grateful that today was 
Sunday.  There was nothing to be late for.  Drying himself off in front of 
the mirror he caught sight of a blood red mark on his shoulder.  He must 
have done something right last night to make Scully bite him like that.  
Both of them were becoming less and less reserved as the weeks went 
by.  It still surprised the hell out of him though.  Sometimes he’d wake 
up in the middle of the night, shocked at his dirty mind for dreaming up
such things about his partner.  Then he’d realise she was curled up 
against his chest, in the oblivion of post-coital bliss.  It was going to take 
some getting used to.  

Mulder slipped on a pair of faded jeans and a grey tee-shirt and padded 
through to the kitchen.  He stood for a moment and looked around him, 
his mind cataloguing the times and places where they had made love in 
the apartment.  This kind of sex life didn’t come cheap.  They’d already 
broken a chair and two table lamps and he’d never get that red wine 
stain out of the carpet but what the hell, it was worth it.

Red wine... That was what she tasted like... sweet red wine. 


<Her whole body had shuddered when his tongue parted her folds and 
plunged deep inside.  She had groaned and thrown back her head 
when he teased her budding clit between his teeth.  Noises came out of 
her that Mulder had no idea she could make and she grasped great 
handfuls of bed sheets as he dragged her over the edge into ecstasy.  
At that moment, the walls came crashing down around them.  Each 
tumbling brick, a reminder of another day of denial from seven years of 
unresolved prurient desires.  There was no turning back.>


Mulder jumped as the phone rang.  His mind was elsewhere and he 
took a moment to regain his bearings.
  "Hello?"
  "Mulder, it’s me.  I wasn’t sure if you’d be up yet.  Did I wake you?"
  "I heard you leave this morning.  I’ve been thinking about you ever 
since."
  "You have?"
  "Uh-huh.  I need to see you."
  "I’ll be over later.  I almost forgot I arranged to have lunch with my 
mother today, that’s why I left so early."
  "Later then."
  "Later..."
Mulder replaced the receiver and sighed before heading back to the 
kitchen to make coffee.  It was going to be a long day.


<She had never looked more at peace as her breathing returned to 
normal and she smiled up at him.  It had felt so right, so perfect.  Mulder 
would never forget the mischievous look on her face when she pinned 
him down and slowly slithered down his body.  The moment was surreal 
and for a second he doubted that it was actually happening.  Agent 
Scully, his partner and friend for the last seven years was about to take 
his painfully throbbing erection into her succulent little mouth.>


  "Ow! Jesus!"  Mulder jumped back from the kitchen worktop as hot 
coffee splashed down on to his bare feet.  Scully should come with a 
health warning, something like "Slippery when wet" or "Caution, risk of 
scalding," he thought.  He grabbed a towel and mopped up the pool of 
coffee from the floor.  He’d never been so easily distracted in his life but 
when he thought of her his mind went to a different place, a nocturnal 
place.  Everything he touched, tasted and smelled these days was like 
a sexual trigger.  Even the aroma of the fresh ground coffee beans 
reminded him of the morning when he came through to the kitchen and 
saw her standing there, wearing only his shirt.  He had sneaked up on 
her and made her jump and giggle when he slid his hands beneath the 
cool white cotton.  

The coffee and toast were left to go cold that morning.


<She had bent over the worktop and looked back at him, biting her 
bottom lip in anticipation.  Damn, she was so sexy.  He had lifted the 
shirt, ran his hands down her back, over her perfect ass, round her hips 
and slowly glided his full length inside of her.    
  "Jesus Mulder!  Go easy!"  Scully bucked and tightened around him, 
throwing her head back as he withdrew.  He paused at the threshold, 
conscious of the white knuckle grip she had on the worktop.   This time 
he carefully eased himself inside only half way, mindful of the fact that 
she was likely to be sore after last night.  Then, with a little more force, 
he buried himself up to the hilt before slowly withdrawing his full and 
considerable length.  A pause and back in and out... a pause... back in 
and out... a pause...
  "My God, Mulder!  What are you trying to do to me?"
Mulder leaned over and whispered in her ear.  "Wait and see..." he had 
said, as he slid his right hand over her soft curls and gently teased and 
pinched her clit between his thumb and forefinger.
  "Oh... my... God!"  Scully had gasped, as he re-doubled his efforts 
and began to thrust into her with a rhythmic, snapping motion of his 
hips.>


A health hazard, definitely a health hazard.

*

Scully was distant at lunch.  Her mother kept giving her knowing looks 
across the table but she didn’t make any comment.   Scully must have 
been glowing these past few weeks but she’d never brought the subject 
up in front of her family, it was just too damn personal.  Perhaps it was 
a woman’s intuition but she sensed her mother knew the truth already.  
Bill and his wife were there too but try as she might, she couldn’t  
concentrate on the conversation.  She smiled occasionally and nodded 
just enough to show she was at least listening but ever since her 
mother had brought through the coffee her mind had been elsewhere.
  "Do you remember that Dana?"
  "Hmm?" Scully suddenly realised everyone was looking at her, 
expecting an answer to a question she hadn’t heard.
  "When dad took Missy and I fishing over at Cherry pond?" Bill 
prompted.
  "Uh..."
  "You remember.  We weren’t there five minutes before you appeared 
on your little pink bike, all out of breath."
Scully forced a smile and nodded.
  "She was just six years old and had cycled clear across town.  Dad 
was furious!"
  "Will you excuse me for a moment?"  Scully rose from her chair.  
"I have to make a phone call."
Bill’s face dropped.  "Can’t we have a quiet family lunch without that 
partner of yours ruining things?"
  "Bill!"
  "It’s alright mom."
  "Doesn’t he even give you a break at the weekends?"
  "It’s none of your business, Bill.  Excuse me."

Scully made her way outside to the old wooden summerhouse in the 
back yard.  The same summerhouse in which she was first kissed at the 
age of nine by Gary somebody or other.  It was always strangely cool 
inside and she often came here as a child to get away from it all.  She 
sat down and closed her eyes.  <What the hell is happening to me?> 
she thought.  <I’m a grown woman.  I should be able to handle this.  
What is he doing to me?>


<She had forgotten what it felt like.  To be so completely devoured by a 
man.  For him to know you so intimately.  Taste, sensation, smell and 
touch.  Her whole body was focussed in on that one small spot.  She 
felt she might split in two and be able to look down upon herself as she 
shuddered and writhed under his mouth, his tongue, his teeth and those 
hands.  Oh God, those hands.  Her vocabulary was reduced to that of a 
profane idiot when he slipped another long finger inside her.  
  "Oh my... Fuck!  Oh Jesus!  Don’t... what are you d... oh God!!  Please 
don’t stop!"  He seemed to sense her desires at every given moment.> 


Scully opened her eyes and felt herself flush, hot and red.  There was 
something shameful about such thoughts in this location.  A place filled 
with innocent childhood memories and days of wonder.  Yet here she 
was within shouting distance of her own mother, touching herself 
through the thin cotton of her panties.  She pulled her hand away and 
closed her eyes again, tightly this time, but nothing could dispel the 
image of Mulder’s head bobbing up and down between her thighs.  
"Jesus!  What am I doing?" she whispered to herself.

*

Mulder slammed his apartment door shut and tossed his keys on to the 
coffee table.  He thought a run would do him good and before he knew 
it he had pounded the sidewalks for at least eight miles.  Sweating and 
tired, he stood for a moment with his hands on his hips, breathing 
slowly and deeply.  

The plan was one of distraction.  To fully understand the male psyche 
would be impossible but sufficed to say, when it comes to sex they have 
a one track mind.  For Mulder, it felt like he was stuck in a groove, a 
repeating loop if you will.  If he could just tire himself out sufficiently he 
figured he wouldn’t have the energy to think about Scully.  "Damn it!" he 
spat, as he realised his own breathing was reminding him that he had 
watched her sleep last night.  He had been fascinated by the steady 
rise and fall of her chest, the contented look on her face as he cradled 
her in his arms.  Resigned to the fact that nothing was capable of 
distracting his libido, he moved through to the kitchen and made himself 
a sandwich.  From Mulder’s point of view there was no inherent danger 
in the action of shoving a piece of meat between two slices of bread.  

But then again...

*

  "Dana?"
Scully was so deeply immersed in thought she had failed to hear her 
mother’s approach.
  "Oh mom, you scared me!" she said, placing a hand over her racing 
heart.
  "I’m sorry, it’s just you’ve been gone so long.  Is everything okay?  You 
look flushed."
Scully smiled, mildly embarrassed.  "I’m fine mom, never better in fact.  
I’m just a little distracted right now."
Maggie stepped inside the summerhouse and sat down next to her 
daughter.  "You should be with him," she whispered.
  "What?"
  "I’m no fool Dana.  I know that look.  It’s the same look I had on my 
face when I fell in love with your father."
  "But how do you..."
  "You’re glowing Dana.  I’ve never seen you look so happy."
Scully looked at her mother in amazement for a moment and then threw 
her arms around her.  "You never cease to amaze me mom."
  "Just go.  I’ll make up some excuse for you.  Bill would never 
understand."
  "Thanks mom," she said as she broke the embrace and kissed her 
mother lightly on the cheek.  "I’ll call you later, okay?"
Maggie simply nodded and smiled, knowing full well that later would be 
a long time coming.

*

Fox Mulder was the not the type of man you would describe as a 
romantic.  His heart had been jaded over the years by too many failed 
relationships and meaningless encounters.  He had found fulfilment 
elsewhere.  His passion lay in his work, his quest for the truth and the 
need to piss off as many narrow minded assholes as he could.  Had he 
pursued these truths alone he would have been lost by now or at least 
locked away in a small rubber-walled room.  Scully had saved him, in 
every way a person can be saved and that was why he had taken it 
upon himself to set up a little surprise for Scully that evening.  Nothing 
hugely original, just some tried and tested methods of romance.  
Candles, soft music, pizza and beer for two, nothing fancy you 
understand.  Maybe they’d watch a movie later, maybe they wouldn’t 
get round to that.  Either way, he intended to put his raging libido out of 
it’s misery tonight even if it killed him.
  "Mulder?" Scully scanned the candle-lit room as she locked the 
apartment door behind her.  "What’s all this?"
  "I didn’t expect you back so early.  How was lunch?"
  "It was good, thanks," she said as she tossed her coat on the couch 
and turned to face Mulder.  "Really, what’s this all about?"
  "What?  I can’t do something special for you?"
  "Sure, I guess but..."
  "No buts," he said, as he pulled her into his arms and placed his hands 
on her behind, giving it a little squeeze.  "Well, maybe just this one."
Scully smiled and shook her head.
  "Did ya miss me?"
  "Like a hole in the head."
Mulder narrowed his eyes and pulled her in a little closer.  "Not even a 
little?"
Scully sighed and rested her head against his chest.  "You want the 
truth?"
  "Always."
  "I haven’t stopped thinking about you all day.  After I left mom’s I drove 
around for nearly two hours just trying to clear my head," she looked 
him in the eyes again.  "You happy now?"
  "What were you thinking about?"
  "Coffee."
  "Hmm?"
  "Mom brought in the coffee after lunch and that was it, I couldn’t 
concentrate."
Mulder smiled.  "Funny you should say that..."
  "Mulder."
  "Yes Scully?"
  "Kiss me."

It was like watching a carefully choreographed ballet.  The players 
moved in closer, their bodies swaying slightly from the hips.  His 
tongue, warm and soft in her mouth caused a heat to rise from deep 
within her. It came sweeping up from her pelvis and rushed into her 
chest, making her heart race until she was light-headed.  A low moan 
escaped her lips and she began to grind into him as his arousal swelled 
against the confines of his jeans.  Scully made a grab for his tee-shirt, 
resisting the urge to rip it from his body and instead lifting it clean over 
his head.  She turned her attention to his neck, nipping and biting the 
skin as she slowly ran her hands over his bare chest.  
  "I need you inside me," she said tugging at the waistband of his jeans.  
"I need you to..." her words were smothered by his ravenous mouth 
devouring hers.  Mulder dipped and lifted her petite frame effortlessly, 
entwining her legs around him.  He walked slowly over to the couch, 
never breaking the kiss as he laid her gently against the cool leather.
  "Too many clothes," he said as his hands fumbled with the buttons on 
her blouse.
Scully kicked off her shoes and reached for the button fly on his jeans, 
their hands tangling in the frenzied striptease.
  "Whoa!" Mulder jumped back from the couch, slightly out of breath. 
"Okay...uh... let’s get organised here."
  "What’s wrong?"
  "Nothing, nothing just...hold that thought.  I’ll be right back."
  "Where the hell are you going?"
  "I’m just going to get something from the bathroom."
Scully thought she might just kill him there and then.  "Mulder!?"
  "You better be naked by the time I get back," he said over his shoulder 
as he stumbled out of the room.
Scully didn’t know whether to laugh or cry but she did as he asked and 
rid herself of the restrictive garments, tossing them to the floor.  She 
made herself as comfortable as  possible on the narrow couch, bending 
her left leg and allowing the other to rest on the floor.  She felt languid 
and exposed as the cool apartment air chilled her heated skin, causing 
gooseflesh to rise in waves across her body.

Mulder stood in the doorway and slowly took in the sight before him.  
His Adam’s apple bobbed as he gulped hard.  She was slick and 
glistening, inviting him in.
  "What was so important you left me lying here like a..."
  "Sshh!" he put his finger to his mouth.  "Turn over."
  "What?  Why?"
  "Just do it.  Turn over for me...please?"
Scully locked eyes with him for a moment, unclear as to his intentions.  
"Take the jeans off, even things up a little and then I’ll turn over."
  "Okay, whatever," he said, undoing the rest of the buttons on his fly as 
he slowly walked across the room.
Scully smiled and felt a familiar surge rush through her as Mulder’s 
erection sprung free from his boxers.  The same cool air made it twitch 
slightly and she was conscious that her mouth had formed a loose "O" 
shape as she gazed at him.
  "Now turn over and face away from me," his voice was soft and low as 
he kneeled down beside the couch.  "Close your eyes Scully.  I want 
you to forget who you are and where you are.  I want you to think of 
nothing else but my hands on your body..."
  "Mulder I..."
  "Ssshh, don’t talk."

Scully did as she was bidden, intrigued by his hushed words.  Once on 
her front she listened as he moved behind her.  Suddenly her body 
tensed as a cool liquid trickled down her spine.  She gasped but was 
quickly stilled as his warm hands chased the rivulets that ran down over 
her ribs.  He smoothed the oil over her bare flesh in slow circular 
movements from the base of her spine to the nape of her neck.
  "Does that feel good?"
  "Mmm... just a little... uh... just a bit... h-h-harder."
  "If I get any harder Scully, I’ll be drilling holes in this couch."
Scully felt herself clench involuntarily and a rush of warmth pooled 
between her legs.  There was a moment of discomfort as her nipples 
hardened beneath her and she shifted slightly, lifting her breasts from 
the sticky leather.
  "Do you want to turn over?"
  "I’ll get oil all over the couch."
  "Trust me, it’s had worse things spilled on it."
  "I don’t wanna know," she said, as she peeled herself away and 
flipped over.
Mulder smiled.  "You must have left dents with those!"
Scully looked down at herself and frowned.  "They’re actually sore."
  "Well, we’ll have to do something about that."  Mulder reached for the 
bottle and drizzled a line of oil between her breasts.  He watched as it 
collected in the clavicle notch at the base of her neck and chased the 
remainder as it ran down her side, redirecting it towards her navel with 
his hand.  He ran circles round and round the cleft and looked up at her 
with hooded eyes.  With a simple nod he indicated what he wanted her 
to do.  Scully paused and breathed hard as he replaced hand with 
mouth and planted a series of kisses from her navel to the sensitive line 
of skin above her soft curls.  
  "Touch yourself Scully..."
Scully licked her lips and brought her hands up to cup her breasts.  
Drawing some of the oil over them as she teased and pinched each 
nipple, hard.
  "Close your eyes..."
She allowed her head to fall back, surrendering herself to the 
sensations that threatened to engulf her.  His hands moved from her 
stomach and she felt his fingers trace a path over her hip, down her 
right leg to her ankle and back up again.  He ran a circle around her 
now molten core and then repeated the move on her left leg.  She lifted 
her hips slightly as he closed in again but maddeningly he just did the 
same again.  Teasing her, circling like a vulture but never homing in for 
the kill.
  "Mulder I..."
  "Ssshhhh, I said close your eyes..." he shifted himself from the 
floor and loomed over her prone body.  "You’re so beautiful Scully."
  "Enough with the sweet talking bullshit Mulder!"
  "I thought that’s what you women liked?"
  "Sometimes, yes.  Right now?  No!"
  "Fine, but what I have in mind can’t be done here."
  "And what exactly is it that you have in mind?"
Mulder smiled and squatted down beside her.  "Wait and see..." he 
lifted her petite frame from the couch and into his arms.  Her skin was 
now impossibly soft against his own.  Part of him ached to hold her 
close and never let go while another rather impatient part of him wanted 
to fuck her senseless.  More often than not, that particular part tended 
to win the day.  

The pizza would go unordered, the beers would chill for another day 
and the candles would burn themselves out.  There were more 
important hungers to satiate this evening.

Mulder walked slowly through to the bedroom, his eyes locked with hers 
in a lustful gaze.
  "I hope you’re not thinking of laying me down gently," she whispered in 
his ear.
  "You brazen hussy," he replied before tossing her wantonly on the 
bed.  Scully giggled despite herself as she bounced on the soft 
mattress.  He read the signs.  She clearly wasn’t in the mood for gentle 
lovemaking tonight.  There was a wicked glint in her eye as she 
slithered towards the headboard and raised her eyebrows as if to say 
"come and get it cowboy."  Mulder took his cue and clambered up the 
bed, crawling towards her like a hungry predator.  Grabbing her by the 
ankles, he reeled her in and settled his head between her legs.  "What 
do you want?" he teased, his voice hoarse with desire as he gently 
kissed her soft curls.
  "Don’t fuck around Mulder, you know what I want."
  "You want me to taste you like this?" he said, parting her inner folds 
with his thumbs and lapping his tongue along the full length of her 
swollen sex.
  "Oh my God!" she gasped.  Her head lolled back against the pillows 
and she fought hard to maintain her composure as he sucked at her 
budding clit, capturing it gently in his teeth and flicking it with his tongue.  
The profane idiot returned once more as he slipped two long fingers in 
past her swollen opening.  "Jesus... fuck... o-ohh God... no... ahh... 
yeah... yeah, right there!"  It didn’t take long before a stream of 
nonsensical grunts was all she could muster.  Gathering herself 
together for the briefest of moments she reached down and roughly 
grabbed him by the hair.  "Just get to the good part will ya?  I can’t take 
much more of this!"
Mulder moved slowly up her body, leaving a trail of wet kisses behind 
him.  He nuzzled into her neck before taking her face in his hands. "I 
want you to say it.  Tell me what you want me to do."
Scully raked her nails down his back and grabbed his firm ass.  Their 
lips were inches apart, hot breaths mingling in their open and hungry 
mouths.  "I want you inside me..."
  "And?"
  "I want to feel you inside me... and I... I want you to..."
  "You want me to what?"
  "I want you to fuck me Mulder.  I want you to fuck me until I scream."
Mulder lifted himself up, taking his full weight on his arms. She arched 
beneath him as he placed the tip of his now burning erection against 
her. With Scully’s hands still firmly on his behind he was guided home.  
She was slick and hot and "Jesus!" so fucking tight!  He had never in his 
life had to fight so hard to contain himself than when he was with Scully.  
There was always a moment after he first entered her when he had to 
stop and gather himself together before proceeding.  She understood 
and just held him there as he closed his eyes and breathed hard.  It 
didn’t matter to her. Scully enjoyed the sensation of him filling her so 
completely, so deeply.
  "Don’t hold back," she said, as he opened his eyes and smiled down 
upon her.
It was all he needed to hear and he needn’t have worried about 
restraint, given the fact that the last 12 hours had been like an extended 
foreplay for both of them.  He needed this.  He needed her and with a 
little more force than his better conscience might have intended, he 
began to thrust into her.

Scully raised her hips and matched his movements with little upward 
thrusts of her own.  The new angle heightened the intensity of his 
penetration and she cried out as each stroke grazed against her 
swollen clit.  Within minutes they were both bathed in sweat and she felt 
a familiar heat rising in her chest.  She began to writhe and thrash 
beneath him as the first waves of climax washed over her.  Deeper and 
deeper he plunged inside her, the gentle slap of his scrotum against her 
buttocks creating an almost tantric rhythm.  His stamina was being 
stretched to it’s limits as he continued to pound into her but moments 
away from climax, he suddenly withdrew and hooked her legs over his 
shoulders.
  "Oh Jesus!" she cried out, as he buried himself inside once again, 
even deeper than before.  She felt as though she were being impaled in 
this new position but suddenly he hit a spot she never even knew 
existed.  A low growl emanated from deep within her, building to a full 
throated scream as her world filled with starbursts of light and flashes of 
heat.  Just as her walls tightened in around him, Mulder’s arms 
shuddered and gave way at the elbows.  He managed a few more 
sloppy thrusts after bathing her insides with milky warmth.  Before he 
had a chance to withdraw she pulled him down and held him close as 
his body shuddered and twitched with post orgasmic aftershocks.

They lay like that for some time just listening to each other’s shallow 
breaths and pounding hearts return to their normal rhythms.  The chill 
air enveloped their clammy bodies, making them shiver in the darkened 
room.  Pulling the comforter over them, Mulder sighed and rolled on to 
his back.
  "What you thinking about?" Scully asked, breaking the silence.
Mulder smiled and cradled her against his chest.  "Why do women 
always have to know what men are thinking about after sex?"
  "It stops you from falling asleep for a few more minutes."
  "Oh I see, it’s like that is it?"
  "I’d just like to know."
  "Okay well, let me see," he gently raked his fingers through her tousled 
hair as he spoke.  "I’m thinking about how lucky I am to have you in my 
life.  How amazing it is to hear you scream with pleasure like that.  How 
I’d like to hear that particular noise come out of your mouth every day 
for the rest of my life and..."
  "And what?"
  "How sad it is that we’ve wasted so much time," he said as he placed 
a gentle kiss on her forehead.  "What about you?"
Scully paused for a moment before responding, tracing lazy figures of 
eight through his soft chest hair.  "I dunno, I guess the same things as 
you.  How I’ve finally found intimacy with someone who I not only trust 
and respect but who also knows me so completely.  How we can be so 
unashamedly physical with each other whilst letting go of all the bullshit 
that stood in our way before.  I’m thinking how amazing it is that you 
seem to know what  I want and need from you as a lover.  Hmm, a 
lover... I still can’t get used to calling you that.  And um... I’m thinking 
that...I’m thinking that I love you very much."  Scully looked up then, 
just as a low snore escaped Mulder’s lips.  She rolled her eyes, said
"Typical," and returned her head to his chest.  The gentle rise and fall 
soon began to lull her towards her own slumber but not before a quiet 
voice whispered in her ear.
  "I don’t think it... I know it..."



THE END.

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