Story: Weekend Author: Nichole a.k.a Scoob4u Rating: NC17 for sexual situations (obviously.) Classification: MSR, RST. Archive: Please do, but let me know where it's going. Feeback: YES please! scoob4u@yahoo.com Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in this story, they belong to Chris Carter, FOX networks and 1013. Everything in this story is purely fiction and is made up of things that I imagined. Summary: Mulder and Scully have a weekend off and Mulder is trying to make the most of it. It takes place after "Sein Und Zeit" and "Closure". No future spoilers, unless M&S decide to do the "wild thing" in the near future in this same exact manner. (And let's face it people, it's not gonna happen, that's the reason for fan-fic.) XxXxXxXxXxXxXx PART 1: XxXxXxXxXxXxXx "Have you seen agent Mulder?" The familiar voice replied to her "Scully". "No, sir I have not, why do you ask?" "I have been trying to reach him, both at home and on his cell phone, and he isn't answering." "Well sir, the last time I heard from him was this morning, and he said that he was leaving town for the weekend." She answered. "Well it's a good thing he isn't on duty or there would be some major ass-kicking in order. Do you know where he went?" "No sir, I don't, he just said out of town. Is he in any trouble?" "Well he's going to be if I do not hear from him first thing Monday morning. Thanks for your help Agent Scully." And with that they both hung up. "Where the hell is he?" She wondered. When there was no answer on either of his phones, the thought had occurred to her that he may be still trying to cope with everything that had happened that week. She decided to go to his apartment. As she walked up the hall in his apartment building, her mind was filled with thoughts of what she was about to see. She knew how upset he had been lately, even though he seemed to have coped better than she expected with the news of his sister, and his mother. She knew most of it was a mask. But he was trying to be strong, to remain unbroken and just as full of motivation as before. She understood that about him. She, afterall, was the only person capable of understanding Fox Mulder. She came to his door and knocked. When there was no reply, she tried once again, knocking even harder before reaching for her keys. "Mulder, it's me, can we talk?" Suddenly the door flew open, revealing a tall, slender man who had obviously been crying. He looked thin, and tired, she was immediately on alert when she saw him this way. When he saw that it was Scully standing there, his eyes immediately went to the ground, exhibiting an act of apology, and embarrasment at the concerned look that she wore. "Where the hell have you been?" She spouted. "Skinner called me trying to find you." "It's nice to know someone cares." He said sarcastically, waving her in. "Mulder, are you okay?" She asked, stepping in. "I'm fine Scully." He answered leading the way to the sofa. He returned silently to his previous seat on the sofa, looking at the photographs that were strewn all over the coffee table. "Why?" He said quietly, after a long period of silence. "Why what?" She questioned while moving toward him. "Why did she do this? Why couldn't I keep her from doing this?" "Mulder.." she said as she sat next to him, "..I don't think she felt like she had much of a choice. People often feel like they are not in control of their own lives when they do things like that. You above all should know that." "I know that Scully, but I don't want to believe it." "Mulder, no matter what you would have done, no matter how hard you could have tried, nothing would have prevented this from happening. Especially you." Scully swallowed. "Your mother was feeling something so awful inside of her, something that she must have dealt with for more years than anyone knows. I have been there Mulder, I know the feeling of despair that a person feels when they know that they are dying. It's something so hard to explain to someone that has never been through it before." His face looked up at her with a understanding expression that chilled her. "Scully, I was too damn busy with chasing the unknown, looking for things that weren't there to even be there for mom when she needed me. Do you have any idea how worthless I feel? Scully, I have been through this with you, I felt the same way when you had your cancer." She looked down at her own hands and placed them carefully on his. "It's like no matter what, I have to live with the pain of never knowing the reasons for their deaths, and I can't live with that Scully." "Mulder, if it was not for your obsession for the truth, you may have never found your sister in the first place. And I don't think that your mom blames you for anything, especially her suicide. And I will always remember the fact that you were there for me, and I'm sure that your mom will remember how dedicated you were to find your sister." Scully held his face in her hands as tears began to well in his eyes. "It just seems that everyone I love ends up dead." He said sadly. "Mulder, I'm not sure if this matters or not, but I want you to understand something about me; When I was sick, with my cancer, all that I could think of was how unfair it was to me, and to the people that I loved that I could be here one minute and gone the next, without reason, without true meaning. All I could do was hope that I could have one last chance to tell everyone that I loved them. To tell them that I was ready, that I could handle it on my own. And then I thought about you and how my being sick was hurting our work together, and I hoped that you would continue with the work, that somehow you would find closure in it. That you would move on and seek your truths. Find your aliens. And maybe even get a partner that you could trust, and one that would back you up on everything that you said and believe in." Scully held back tears before continuing. "And then, just as quickly as I was afflicted, I was cured. I moved on with life, but Mulder, for some reason you haven't. Why is that? You have found your truth, your sister, and you still continue blaming yourself for everything that happened along the way." "Scully, I blame myself because none of this would have ever happened if it weren't for me. I am the reason that you got your cancer, the reason your sister and my father were killed. I am the reason my mother killed herself, and I am the person who didn't save my sister when she was being taken. I'm so sorry that my life has affected you, I'm sorry that I have caused so much pain for you. And nothing, no matter how brave and noble you make me sound, those things will never change." "Mulder, you have affected my life, very strongly in fact, but not in the way that you think." Tears rolled down her face as she shifter on the sofa, getting closer to him. "It is because of you that I have lived for the first time, because of you that I am as strong of a person as I am today. You have completed my life in so many ways. And no matter what you think, I don't hold you responsible for the loss of anyone or anything along the way." She calmly licked her top lip before continuing. "Except for my heart." He reached out his arms to her, taking her in close to him, pressing her against him with deep emotion. He held her there for a moment longer and lifted her head off of his chest and kissed her forehead gently. "Scully.." "Yes?" "You can't have it back until you return mine." They remained quiet for a few moments, looking into each-other's eyes and savoring the moment between them. Mulder then broke the silence that lingered between them. "So how pissed off is Skinner?" "He doesn't sound particularly thrilled if that's what you mean." She sat back on the sofa. "What exactly is going on?" "Oh there were some things that I was supposed to go over with him concerning expenses, no big deal." "No big deal? I think that's quite an understatement." She replied. "Well nothing that can't be handled Monday. It's not like I haven't had to face his wrath before." "Well.." She said with a sigh. "You need some rest Mulder, when was the last time you slept?" "Don't ask." He said, rubbing his face in his hands. "Mulder, it is getting late, would you mind if I stayed here for the night? I don't think that I will be able to make the drive home, I'm exhausted." "Of course not, you can sleep on my bed and I'll sleep on the couch." Mulder showed her to his bedroom and peeled back the covers on the bed. She took off her jacket and sat on the edge. He then took off her shoes as she began to cover herself with the comforter. "I feel so selfish taking the only bed in the place." She said quietly, not truly meaning it. "Scully, you know I may be paranoid, but I am still a gentleman. Besides, I am used to the couch, I have slept on it more nights than I care to admit." He turned off the lamp and began to walk out of the room. "Mulder..." "Yeah?" He turned around to face her, hoping that she was about to invite him back to the bed. "Here." She threw a pillow at him, hitting him in the face, followed by a blanket. "Thanks.... a lot" he muttered while bending down to pick them up. "That's okay Scully, you snore anyhow." He finished. "I do not!" She argued. "Yes, you do. You also drool." He answered turning to the door once again. "Well, at least I don't shout out obscenities while I sleep." "Are you complaining? Or just stating the obvious?" "What obvious would that be Mulder?" "That it turns you on." He said with a smirk. "Goodnight Mulder." She said covering her face with the comforter. "Goodnight G-woman." He said under his breath while he began his lonely return to the living room, dragging his pillow and blanket behind him. END PART 1. CONTINUED IN PART 2 XxXxXxXxXxXxXxX XxXxXxXxX PART 2: XxXxXxXxX The next morning Scully woke to the strong smell of bacon floating throughout the apartment. She got out of bed and wondered into the kitchen, where she saw empty grocery bags and plastic wrappers strewn throughout the kitchen. She noticed that he had not heard her rouse and was oblivious to her eyes on him. She then crept up from behind and laid her hand on his shoulder, causing him to jump and turn around. She began laughing at him, she found it amusing that he had actually let his guard down. And she was strangely excited by it. "No wonder the man was so paranoid if the minute he let his guard down, he was taken advantage of!" She thought to herself. "What the hell was that about?" He shouted, seeing that she was obviously pleased with herself for scaring him. "What?" She asked playfully. "I can't believe that you are making breakfast Mulder, I just thought you were the coffee only type. "I am, but I figured since I had someone to share it with this morning, that I would go all out. Does my cooking bother you?" "No, not at all Mulder. This is just a side to you I have never seen before." "Yeah well, one can't depend on his so-called partner to feed him, that is for sure." "Are you implying that I don't know how to cook?" She asked. "No, not at all Scully. I'm sure you do know how to cook, now whether it's edible or not is another subject entirely." "Oh, ha-ha Mulder." She said, slapping at his upper arm. "What are we having anyhow?" "What does it matter? You wont like it anyway, Tofu woman." He replied, his voice still thick with sarcasm. She leaned in close to him, only inches from his face, leaving him breathless. She then quickly reached around him, grabbing a piece of bacon which she swiftly popped into her mouth. "Mmmm.. my favorite." She said with a grin while taking her seat at the table. "Do you have any milk Mulder?" She asked, looking at the solitary carton of orange juice sitting on the table in front of her. "Sorry about your luck but that wasn't on the grocery list." He shouted back. "It's a conspiracy!" She said mockingly. He gave her a reluctant smile and took his seat next to her. "So Mulder, what's on the agenda today? UFO's? Monsters? Flying cows?" She asked with a smile gleaming across her face. He gave her a reluctant smile and nod. "No, not this weekend, nothing new to check out. But, I was thinking about doing something fun." "Fun?" She replied with a sarcastic tone. "Yes, fun." He answered. She nearly choked on the last bite of eggs in her mouth. "Fun." She stated in extreme disbelief. "Scully, I am tired of never experiencing life, ordinary life, you know, things normal people do everyday." Knowing that NORMAL wasn't a word in Mulder's dictionary, she became a little leery of whether Mulder actually was himself. "Anything I should know about you Mulder? Bump on the head? Gunshot wound to the brain? You aren't a doppleganger are you? Ed?" He couldn't suppress the need to laugh at her. "Scully, I'm fine, just trying to keep you guessing." He replied. "Okay then what gives?" "I'm just in need of a weekend without working or worrying about my life, about everyone else's lives. I need some ME time." Still not sure if he was serious, she asked what he had on his mind. "I don't know quite yet, but I'm working on that part. Not a whole lot you can do around here of that isn't illegal, but I was thinking of flying somewhere. Maybe even New York or something. But do me this favor Scully, just let me figure it out, okay? I want it to be a surprise for you." By this time she had gone from worrying about him to worrying about his motives. "When did I say that I was going Mulder?" "When you came here to find me. I know you want to go, so don't you dare sit there and tell me otherwise Scully." "Well perhaps I have plans this weekend. Did you ever think about that?" "Oh come on, you don't have plans. You never do! When was the last time you had a date Scully? (Not including Eddy Van Blundht.)" "Mulder, I'm not answering that question and who gave you the right to ask it?" She remained silent. "The prosecution rests." He stated. "All right, but only if you promise me that it doesn't involve baseball. Okay?" He smiled, showing his assurance. XxXxXxX After breakfast, Mulder sat on the sofa, once again looking at the pictures that were strewn all over the coffee table. "Mulder, are you okay?" She asked tenderly. When there was no answer, she went towards him and repeated the question. He looked up at her exposing his red, tear-filled eyes. "What am I supposed to do with my life?" He asked softly. "What do you mean?" "What is my purpose exactly? God knows it isn't living in some suburban house with a large family and a dog. I've personally seen to the destruction of that idea." "I don't think that anyone is supposed to only do one thing, and one thing only in their life. It's unrealistic to think that you have no choices. I think that you choose how you end up." "Not very good at living out my dreams then I suppose." "Where did you see yourself ten, hell twenty, years ago?" She asked him. "Truth be told Scully, I didn't have any visions of my future twenty years ago. My idea of living my dream was women and booze." "Why doesn't that surprise me Mulder?" "I'm going to try and not take offence to that Scully." He paused before rubbing his face in his hands and sighing."I just feel like I'm a lost cause, and I have never felt that way before. I have certainly never said it aloud before. Why in the hell am I saying it now?" "Mulder, no matter what you may think.." She sat next to him on the sofa and laid her head on his shoulder. "..you aren't a lost cause. And I'm sure that you'll find your way back to your confidence soon enough. You're still capable of being a smart-ass, so I know you will be fine." His head dropped as he laughed silently. "That's my Scully, the eternal optomist." After they both laughed a little while longer Scully looked into his eyes again, this time with more sincerity than before. "You're gonna be fine Mulder. You just have to keep your faith. Your faith in the truth, and your faith in your work." "And my faith in you?" He asked stifly. She looked down, pressing his forehead to hers. "Yes, and in me." "Hold me Scully." He whispered. She leaned into him and pressed his face into her neck as she ran her fingers through his hair. She began to rub his back and she leaned her head down and gently kissed his ear, then whispered into it softly. "We are partners Mulder, we will get through this together, we have to. Just don't try to do it alone okay? I can't handle being left behind on this one." With that, he raised his head and took her face in his large soft hands, caressing her cheeks with his thumbs. He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss gently on her lips, then looked into her eyes again. "I love you Agent Dana Scully." He said sweetly. "And I love you Agent Fox Mulder." They stayed this way for a few moments before she broke the unbearable silence. "So where are we off to Spooky?" She asked. "Wherever the road takes us." He replied. XxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXXxXxXxXxXxX The car ride was long and silent. Scully reached over to hold Mulder's hand and held it tight before kissing his knuckles. He smiled at her and returned his gaze to the road. "So where are we going? The suspense is killing me!" She asked impatiently. "Okay, well, if you must know, we are going to the airport." "And..?" "And we're getting on a plane." He saw that she was giving him and un-impressed glare. "And then we are going to New York." He finished. "Mulder, I didn't even pack any clothes!" She complained. "Well if it makes you feel any better, neither did I, so I guess we are going shopping. You think you can handle visiting a few stores?" He asked, the sarcastic tone thick in his voice. She just smiled and shook her head. "You are the craziest person I know. And Mulder, I have known a few." They arrived at the airport and boarded the plane. It wasn't the longest plane trip she had ever been on, but it seemed like it took forever. She dozed off about an hour off the ground, leaving Mulder awake, reading his magazine. The next thing she knew he was saying her name quietly in that deep monotone voice that she knew he used to his advantage on many occasions. "Well, well, look who's finally joining us." He said when he saw her eyes open. "Trying to kill time I suppose." She replied. The sight of New York city at night was beautiful. The lights gleamed up into the sky. She couldn't help but wonder why he had picked New York. But she wasn't complaining either. "Beautiful isn't it?" He remarked. "Yes it is, very beautiful. Mulder, I have to ask, why did you want to come to New York anyhow?" She questioned. "Well, they say New York is the Paris of the US." He replied. "I guess so." She withdrew from the conversation, seeing that it wasn't going to go anywhere. They were off of the plane in no time it seemed, and they rented a dark-blue sedan. "So where are we staying?" She asked. "I was thinking about this little hotel that I have heard about.. The Ritz I think it's called. I could be wrong." He said with a large smile. "Mulder!" She exclaimed. "What? Just because we are a couple of working stiffs doesn't mean we can't have a little taste of luxury in our lives sometime." She laughed whole-heartedly, like the school-girl that Mulder was able to bring out in her sometimes. XxXxXxXxX They pulled into the lot of the hotel and a boy who looked no older than seventeen asked for the keys. Mulder tossed the keys to him after snaking out of the car. He led Scully to the door, opening it for her. She wasn't used to this gentleman's approach and it caught her off-guard. Smiling, she walked in and waited for him to follow her after he held the door for two other elderly ladies. She found herself wondering if this wasn't Van Blundht after all. She shook off the horrifying thought and with a grin, walked on. "I'm sorry sir, we don't have two singles open right now, all we have open is a double, and suite." The desk clerk replied to Mulder's inquiry. "How in the hell many rooms do you have in this castle? I can't believe.." He found himself to be only worsening the situation and decided to take the easy route. "Okay, we'll take the double." Mulder finally said with distaste. "Can I have the bell-hop take your bags up for you?" "No, I'm afraid that won't be necessary." The Bell-hop looked confused but smiled and led them to their room. "We're sharing rooms now Mulder?" Scully asked quietly as she followed him down the hall. "Yeah, it wasn't my fault though. But hey, maybe we can practice the mating rituals of rabbits now. I hear that it takes no time to learn." His face lit up into a grinch-like smile. -It was a humorous reference to the Discovery Channel special that they had shared while talking on the phone two nights before and Scully thought that it was hillarious, but dared not show it. "In your dreams Mulder, in your dreams." She smiled back instead. The room was enormous; it had a large living room area, complete with a big screen TV and stereo. There were two bedrooms, both the size of Scully's entire apartment. She mused. Each of the bedrooms had their own TV and hot tub. There was only one bathroom, but it was very large, and even had it's own TV. It sported a beautiful Victorian bath tub, complete with a spacious shower stall. "Well Mulder, it looks like we are staying in the bachelor pad of Donald Trump." She said with a laugh. Mulder couldn't be happier. "Wow, look at this, you could go to the bathroom without even having to pause your porn tapes Mulder!" With that, he gave her a "I have no idea what you are talking about" stare. "First dibs on the shower!" She exclaimed. "Look we even have our own robes." -She was clearly excited about being pampered like this. It made him glad to see that she was in such a giddy mood. "What exactly do you plan on wearing once you get out?" He questioned. "Good question. Do you want to go shopping first?" "Sure, we can do that." He answered, already grabbing for his jacket. XxXxXxXxX They left the motel, and walked down the street, looking in windows of various stores and small boutiques. "You're going to need an evening gown." He said. She couldn't help but smile at him in surprise. It was finally clear to her that he truly wanted to have fun. "And where would be the best place to find one o' clothing god?" She asked with a small snicker. He took her into a beautiful boutique and she found the perfect gown that she practically fawned over. The price tag was steep, but it was not often that Scully spent her entire paycheck on clothing, and this was a good time to splurge. Mulder found an Armani suit, he spent more money than Scully, but he was having fun, and damn it, he was entitled to. When they returned to the hotel room, Scully bolted to the bathroom, quickly locking the door behind her. "You don't even trust me enough to leave the door unlocked?" He yelled after her. She didn't answer, and as he began to get worried that she may have been sucked down the drain, she emerged out of the steam-filled bathroom smelling of apples and spice. -A scent that he found extremely sexy, especially on her. "Well Mulder, I'm hopping in the hot tub next, see you in about an hour or so?" "Okay, I'll just be in the shower if you need me." He replied. She acted as though she hadn't heard him but she turned to see him watching her before continuing down the hall to her bedroom. He stayed in the shower for a while, letting the water run down his tall thin body, water cascading down his strong chest. His mind was racing. Thoughts of Scully, of her touch, of her smell. He decided to turn his hot shower into a cold one, hoping to drown out the impure thoughts of his little red-headed partner. It hadn't worked, the smell of her swept over him as soon as he opened the shower stall door. His thoughts immediately turned back to his Scully. That beautiful partner that he had spent so many nights dreaming about touching her, feeling her skin against his, and suddenly feeling the harsh slap of reality when he realized that it was only him touching himself. He felt himself harden as his thoughts once again went back to Scully. He turned on the water again, determined to release this tension growing in his loins. He thought of her small body standing in the same exact spot that he was in, water falling over her thin, muscular body. He imagined her lips on his, her tongue finding his and her hands sliding all over his wet body. He then began to stroke himself, releaving some of the pressure that had risen at the fantasy that he was imagining. His strokes we long and slow, from root to tip. He imagined her plump mouth gliding over top of his shaft, taking him deep into her mouth before swallowing him whole. "Oh God Scully.. yesss." He moaned out loud. He began to stroke faster now, moving his hand over his throbbing erection with more intensity than before. He leaned his head back and grabbed onto the side of the shower to keep from loosing his footing. He moaned loudly until he felt himself come. The water washed it down the drain and Mulder held himself for a few long moments before opening the shower door. XxXxXxXxXxX Wearing only his robe, he walked down the hall to her room, seeing that the door was only half closed, he entered. She was in the tub. Suddenly he felt all the blood rush out his head and he became flushed. The mere sight of her in a tub, though it was bubbly, made him feel like a school-boy again. -Something only she could do to him. "Enjoying the hot tub?" He managed to get out. Jumping at the sound of his voice, she turned to look at him. "What in the hell are you doing in here Mulder?" She spouted. "Well, the door was open, so I took it as an invitation in." She closed her eyes again, sinking into the tub. He walked over to the edge of the tub and put his hand in the water. "MMmm nice and warm... you got the little jet things going too?" He knew her answer would be yes, he thought she knew what felt good. "Yes as a matter of fact, I do. Do you mind Mulder? I'm trying to relax." "Me too." He replied. And before she knew what was happening, he jumped in. Robe and all, splashing water all over the floor. "Mulder? What in the hell do you think you are doing?" She fumed. She was sitting upright now, with the waterline just above her breasts. "I was cold!" He explained, but she wasn't buying it. "I'm naked here Mulder!" she shouted. "I know, wanna play Marco polo?" He chuckled. "You sick.." She began but was cut off. "I know I know, but hey I didn't feel like filling my own tub. Besides, where's the fun in taking a bath alone?" "This is not very professional Mulder." She argued. "Who says we have to be professional? Screw professional for a day Scully, we're just two living, breathing, needing human beings. Why worry about being professional? Just go with the flow for once Scully. Would you please? Besides, you're the only one whose naked, so it doesn't count." He smiled as he spoke, he knew that he could talk his way into anything with her. She was forced to believe him. Scully continued to enjoy her bath, trying to keep the silence, trying to get comfortable with the uneasy circumstances that surrounded her bathing. "Mulder, are you going to get out of here or what?" She asked, almost sounding serious. Finally, he gave up, knowing that neither of them would ever be comfortable with their bathing together and reached up, grabbing the side of the tub. She looked at him as he raised up out of the tub with his sopping wet robe still tied tightly around him. Feeling satisfied with herself for making him leave, she allowed a grin to dance across her face as she watched him. "Mulder, you are the only man that I know that would wear a robe to bathe in." She chirped. "Yeah, well, I just try to keep you guessing." He muttered while walking out of the room, soaking the carpet wherever he stepped. "You do a great job Mulder!" She yelled after him. "Whatever." He mumbled as he closed his bedroom door behind him. XxXxEND PART 2. CONTINUED IN PART 3.xXxX XxXxXxX Part 3: XxXxXxX He reopened his door and saw her dressed in the evening gown that she had purchased that evening. Feeling somewhat underdressed and out of place, he returned to his room and pulled out the Armani suit that he had bought. It was the first overly-expensive suit he had ever owned. "What was I thinking? The room, the suit, I'll be chasing aliens for the rest of my life trying to pay for all of this." He chuckled to himself. "Ready to go Mulder?" She asked with a smile when he emerged from his room several moments later. "Ready when you are G-woman." He replied. "So tell me, have you ever slow-danced with a woman before? And no, inflatable dolls do not count." "Ha-Ha-Ha! As a matter of fact, yes, I have." She acted as though she was thoroughly surprised and gasped, covering her mouth with her hand. Mulder took her arm in his, and led her out of the room. "Oh, such a gentleman tonight, what's the matter with you?" He didn't answer, but instead gave her a sly smile and continued down the hall. The lights were dimly lit with music playing in the background while people were laughing and dancing as they entered the ballroom. The large dance floor was beautifully decorated to meet the expensive decor of the hotel. The band played soft music mostly, slow romantic style. But every once-in-a while they would break into some jazz, or swing to spice things up. "I love this music." Scully remarked, which was much to his pleasure. They picked out a table very near to the dance floor, then ordered their wine and food, and waited for it patiently, making small talk as though neither of them knew what to say. It was Mulder who broke the silence. "Beautiful scenery here." He said almost yelling to be heard. "Yes, it is." She stated simply. "Mulder, thank you for bringing me here, I can't remember the last time I was so dressed up." She said with an honest smile. "You're very welcome Scully. You know, we needed to do this. We have needed to do this for a long time." He said. She didn't answer but gave him a silent shake of her head. Their waiter returned with their wine. Mulder poured her glass full and then tipped the bottle over his glass, filling his own. "Are you trying to get me drunk Agent Mulder?" She questioned playfully. "No, knowing you, it would take too much wine and I'd be broke and still horny as ever." He answered with a laugh. "Mulder." She said giving him a stern face. "I rest my case." He stated. "Come on Scully lets go do the hokey-pokey." He stood and held out his hand to her. They went to the dance floor as "When smoke gets in your eyes" began to play. Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, she looked into his eyes intently, never once leaving them. She had so many thoughts streaming through her brain that she sought silence in the comfort of his gaze. He grasped the sides of her waist with his strong warm hands as they began to dance slowly to the rhythm. "You know, I haven't had this much fun since high school." She said softly, her voice barely audible to him. "Thank you." She finished. "No, thank you, Scully. If it wasn't for you, I would never have come here. Your words inspired me to explore my life, to live for once, and you are the only person I could see myself exploring it with." He confessed, leaning closer to her ear so that she could hear him clearly. They danced in silence, becoming more and more at easy in their movements across the floor. They pressed together tighter, and tighter, after each song ended and a new one began. They danced well into the night, until the band had stopped and began to pack up their instruments. "Come on Mulder, I'm getting tired." She whispered into his ear. As they headed upstairs to their room, they held hands, something that they had almost always done, but for some reason it had held a special meaning for them that night. When they reached the door, he opened it for her and sweetly said; "After you." Though his words were simple, she considered them to be so beautiful, so meaningful. It wasn't every day that Fox Mulder acted like a gentleman towards her, she was enjoying it. As he closed the door behind them, he grasped her hand tightly, causing her to turn swiftly around and look into his eyes. He took her face in his hands and looked deeply into her pure blue eyes for the millionth time that evening. "Scully, have I ever told you how truly beautiful you are?" As soon as his last word fell upon her ears she moved in and kissed him deeply on his full lips. The kiss began innocently, but ended up being passionate. He slid his hands on the small of her back pulling her closer, kissing her deeper. They lingered there for a few long moments, taking in each other's scents and tasting each other's salty mouths. They slowly pulled apart and looked into each-other's eyes. "Goodnight Scully." He said with a soft smile. "Goodnight Mulder." And with that, they both retreated to their rooms, shutting, but not locking their doors behind them. XxXxXxXxXXxXxXxXxXXxXxXxXxXXxX Scully felt so invigorated, so full of life. Mulder had sparked something inside of her that she thought had died long ago. She felt like a school girl again. The feelings that he had aroused in her had been suppressed now for over six years. Six very, very long years. They were always wondering what would have happened, what can happen when they would finally embrace the way they did that evening. Scully had always pushed the feelings that she had for Mulder away, hoping that they would just be lost somewhere in the corners of her mind. She had dedicated herself to pushing away her feelings of love for him so long, that she didn't quite know how to deal with them when they would finally be awakened. His smile, his voice, his tender touch. How could she deny herself of these feelings for him any longer? She wanted so badly to know if he felt the same way for her, but she could never risk letting him know her feelings for him if she wasn't sure that he wouldn't push her away. She knew that she could not handle loosing his friendship, or his trust. These things were all she had that were close to him, and they had taken so long to build. Why would she risk it all for a simple touch of his body? A night in his arms? Surely, it was lust that she was feeling, for she had become irrational. She was questioning everything that she knew to be true, everything that she held so close to her heart. She refused to let these feelings ruin everything that was so sacred to her, and to him. But on the other hand, how would she ever know love if she didn't try to find it? "If he has feelings for me, surely Fox Mulder, being the blunt and to the point man he is, will come forward with them. After all, in all of our time together, he has always been the brazen one. The one who always took the giant leaps of faith. He will let me know what he is feeling." She thought aloud as she began getting undressed. XxXxXxXxXXxXxXxXxXXxXxXxXxX "Scully, oh my Scully! If only you knew how young I feel, how being with you tonight has caused so much friction in my blood. You make me feel so alive when I am near you, so crazy, so insane with love, or maybe it's lust. Hell, I don't think that it is only lust, for if it was, six years would be enough to drive me insane! When I look into your eyes I see so much more, more than just the beautiful exterior that you so delicately tote around like a small princess. You are my soul mate, I have known that for so long, that I can't even remember a time when I didn't. We have shared so much of ourselves with one-another that I feel like I am only half a person when I am not with you. See here, you have even made me into a poet! If only I had a pen and paper to write this down, I could use it to melt your heart. I have waited so long for the time to be right to tell you about my feelings for you, but paper and pen couldn't do it justice. I always feel like I need to just explode, to just blurt out in a fit of desperation the love I feel for you. But even know, even after everything that has happened tonight, even after you held me in your arms and wiped away my sadness with the soft caress of your hand against my tear-soaked face, I am unable to tell you of my feelings. Feelings that I know will never end. No matter how many cold showers I force myself to take, I will always have these thoughts of you. I want to tell you, oh god Scully, I want to shout it from the rooftops, but would that change everything we have built between us over the past 6 years? Our respect for each-other as individuals, as colleagues, God Scully, If something went wrong, anything went wrong, where would that leave us? Alone. Cold and alone. Oh god Scully, what should I do? I love you so much it makes me hurt inside to think that you don't love me that way too. I know that you love me, there is no question of that, I have seen the way you look in my eyes, the way you speak to me when I need your consoling. But do you love me the way that I love you? With everything? With your entire soul? If only you could give me some sign that you want the same thing that I do. That you need me like I need you. Scully, please tell me what to do, I'm so lost. Save me my love. Save me." He mind raced. He then turned off the light in his room, and began to get undressed. XxXxXxXxXxXXxXxXxXxXxXXxXxX Lying in his bed, Mulder heard a stirring in the dining area. Curious by nature, he got up and went to see who the mouse was that had gotten into the refrigerator. "Miss Scully, in the hotel room, with the milk." He stated in his best Sherlock Holmes impression. She turned, looking at him with a rather pronounced milk mustache. He walked towards her, grabbing the carton out of her hands guzzling the last few ounces left in it, leaving her with her mouth gaping. He turned to throw the carton in the trash, and as he turned back towards her, she noticed the sloppy white mustache that he sported above his top lip. "So agent Scully, what may I ask is keeping you roused at this time of the night?" He looked down at his watch and noticed that it was 5:02 am. "Excuse me, morning." He corrected himself. "You know Mulder, we have to be back in DC tomorrow, what time is our flight out?" "Well the plane leaves in about 2 hours and.." He glanced once again at this wrist watch. "..28 minutes." "I have had so much fun, that I almost forgot that there was a world out there." She stated, tossing her head in the direction of the window. "You aren't the only one. Tell me Scully, why is it that we have never done this before?" "Done what exactly? Spend entirely too much money on some clothes and a rather over-the-top hotel room?" "Yeah something like that. But, you make it sound like crap when you say it." "How would you like me to say it exactly? Do you have any idea what we are doing here? I mean, not that I am complaining, but Mulder, this was entirely out of character for you." "Maybe that's the point Scully. After all the horrible things that we have been through, especially lately, I just figured maybe we deserved some time off. Time off from our everyday nagging concerns. Why? Are you regretting your coming here with me?" He asked her with an arched brow. "Mulder.." She said stepping closer to him, taking his face in her hands, tracing the outlines of his wet white mustache with her thumbs. "I have never regretted anything that I have done with you before, why should this be any different?" Her face turned into a serious expression that was laced with tenderness. "Mulder, you have a milk mustache." She finished with a chuckle. "You should talk..." He laughed with her. He then pondered his next move; "I have to tell her, I need to let it out, somehow she has to know, and now would be a good time." XxXxXxXxXxXXxXxXxXxXxXXxXxX His heart beat rampantly. The look in her eyes was almost wild with curiosity from the expression that he didn't realize he was making. He felt so excited, but also so scared all at once. Never had he felt like the emotional time bomb he was now. They embraced in a hug and remained there for a moment. She pulled away from him and took her hands back up to cup his face. She slowly wiped off his milk mustache with her thumb and placed it in her mouth, sucking the white liquid from the tip. She was so beautiful when she was being seductive, this was a side to Scully he had only dreamed of. His expression was almost questioning, but he knew not to speak. She began to lick her own lips to remove the ring around her mouth, and his finger suddenly darted out, stopping her tongue before she reached her top lip. Her eyes raised up to meet his, then retracted her tongue into her mouth, fully understanding his meaning. "Allow me." He said softly. Before she could say or do anything in protest, he swooped down and gently, seductively licked her lips, savoring every last drop of the milk with his tongue on her skin. He then pulled away with his eyes closed and moaned his response. "MMmm.... Good cow juice you've got there Scully." He gave her a crooked grin. "I don't usually share my dairy products Mulder, consider yourself lucky." She responded with a smile. Her teasing had always excited him. Perhaps it was because she hardly ever did it, but when she did, she knew just what to say. The corners of his mouth slanted upwards, in a small smirk at the thought. He darted in for a kiss, this time taking her bottom lip between his. She grabbed a-hold of his gray shirt and pulled him in closer, kissing him deeply. "Mulder" She managed to get in between harsh pants. "I know." He replied, reading her mind. "We can't." She said eagerly. "Yes we can." He said softly into her ear as he was planting small kisses along her jawbone, holding back her hair with his hand. The world seemed to be crashing down on them, they had never had this sort of release with each other. It was something new, something strange, and felt dangerous as hell. But they knew it was right, they had never felt anything so right in all of their lives. They continued to kiss again, never even once leaving each-other's lips for more than a quick breath. They took slow, sloppy steps towards her bedroom, almost tripping over each-other's feet. They reached her bed and clumsily fell down on it, Mulder landing heavily on top of her. "I need her, I want her. She needs me too, or she wouldn't have gone this far." He thought silently as the passion inside of him soared. Still locked in their passionate kissing, he began to slide his hands up her thighs, caressing her soft skin attentively. She urged him on by uttering soft moans and slowly raising her hips up and down. "I need him, I want him. If he didn't want me too, he wouldn't have gone this far." She ran the words over and over again in her head. Suddenly she felt him stop. Craving his touch, she opened her eyes to find him backing off of her, his eyes filling with tears. His face changing his once pleasure-filled expression into one of sadness and grief. She felt a teardrop running down her hand as she cupped his face to comfort him. "Too soon, damn it, too fucking soon. He's still trying to deal with his loss and here I am coaxing him into my bed. How stupid can I be? This wasn't right. Not now." She put the situation into focus inside her mind. He rolled over onto the mattress, in the space next to her, releasing a full-fledged cry. She saw his shoulders shaking as he covered his face, trying to hide his tears. "Mulder." She called out to him in a whisper. He made no effort to listen and continued his sobbing. She leaned over his right shoulder to see his face. "Mulder." She made another effort to speak to him, this time saying it a little louder. He looked at her with his red, tear-filled eyes and managed to let out the words "I'm sorry." between his gasps for breath. "Mulder, no, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for adding the extra pressure. I, I shouldn't have.." "Shouldn't have what Scully?" He interrupted, trying desperately to calm down. "I shouldn't have let this happen, it's too much Mulder, you are too stressed out right now, it just wasn't a good time." She explained. "Scully, with us, it's never a good time." He said sadly, trying to joke, but they both new it was true. "Mulder just let me hold you okay?" He silently nodded his head and she wrapped her arms around him then ran her fingers through his hair. "I'm here for you Fox, just let it out, don't be afraid to cry." Scully said gently. He then began to weep again. For once, he was glad to hear his first name from her lips, perhaps it was the type of motherly comfort and nurturing that he needed then. He had spent so long avoiding crying, especially in front of her, that it actually felt good now, it brought him the comfort that he so desperately sought. After he was quiet for some time, Scully looked over to find him asleep. She studied him for a few long moments, his perfect eyelashes, the type all women bought mascara to copy. His strong jawbone, his full lips. She looked at his eyes, though they were shut, she saw that the lids were swollen and red, still wet. She found herself to be mesmerized by him, as though she was looking at him for the first time, and saw so much more than a spooky partner. He looked angelic in his quiet slumber. He was peaceful, and so very beautiful. XxXxXxXxXxXxXxX The alarm clock in his room went off, and she jumped at the sudden sound. It had broken the spell that she was in and reality struck back into full-swing as she realized that they would need to get packed for the trip back to DC. "Mulder." She said softly. She leaned over him once more and said his name once again sternly, hoping to rouse him. He didn't even flinch. "Mulder, wake up." She said a little louder. He began to wake up, and looked up into her luminous blue eyes before sleepily, yet abruptly asking what was wrong. "So paranoid." She said to herself. "We have to get packed, our plane leaves in an hour Mulder." He got up and sat at the edge of the bed, leaning over and rubbing his whisker-invaded face in both hands. "Scully, I feel like hell, maybe I should take a vacation day tomorrow." "A vacation day." She stated more than asked in a question. "Yeah. A vacation day. Do you have any to spare as well?" He asked hopefully. "Mulder, I'm your partner, what do you think?" "I think we should go to Disney land." He said with a smile. "So when's the next flight out?" She asked. "Tomorrow morning, 8am." She sat up behind him and leaned her head against his back. "Well, agent Mulder, neither of us has really had any sleep in over 24 hours, so what would you say to hitting the hay?" "How about a roll in the hay? I hear its much more fun." He turned to see her surprised expression. She then shifted on the bed and kissed him softly on the cheek. "I heard that you get hay in places where it was never meant to be when you do that..." She whispered in his ear. "Wanna give it a try Scully?" He questioned playfully, a large smile invading his face. "Sleep first, then we'll go find a barn okay?" She said with a yawn. "Party pooper." And with that they both laid down and he pulled the covers up, tucking her in before laying back and wrapping his arm around her. They both fell asleep in no time. xXxEND PART 3. CONTINUED IN PART 4.xXx XxXxXxXxX PART 4: XxXxXxXxX Mulder awoke at 10:00 am. His eyes blinking, as the light from the window across from him nearly blinded his sore eyes. He saw Scully still sleeping soundly in his arms. He quietly brushed away a lock of her auburn hair from her face and kissed her gently on the temple. "My sleeping beauty." He thought to himself, smiling at his unspoken words. Scully began to stir when he laid his head back on the pillow beside hers. "Good morning sunshine." He greeted. "Sunshine?" She quipped with a smile. "So what's for breakfast chef?" She asked. "Whatever you make." She slapped his shoulder in a playful way and turned over in the bed. His arms still clung to her as she looked out of the window. "Beautiful out there, isn't it?" She commented. "Not as beautiful as what's in here. And you're not too bad yourself, Scully." He said with a self-satisfied giggle. She didn't answer, but smiled to herself. "Mulder, do you love me?" She asked sharply, unsure of herself she absently expected to be crushed by the answer. "Of course I do, who couldn't love a smart, sexy FBI agent like yourself." "That's not what I meant Mulder, do you love me?" She asked again. He turned her over in the bed, facing her towards him. He was wearing his "serious as hell" expression on his face. "Scully, you mean more to me than anything I have ever had, anyone I have ever known. One second a day with you is worth more than a thousand truths, a million answers." He paused for a moment before continuing, "I have never known anyone who could make me question my beliefs like you do. My whole life has been changed by you, and it was a change to the better. I am a whole person because of you, Scully." "But do you love me Fox?" She asked once more using his first name. "I, Fox, love you, Dana. More than you could ever know." "No, I think I could know..." He understood her meaning and gave her a kind smile. Their lips met once again, kissing lightly, before they pulled away together and looked into each-other's eyes. "Scully, I need you, I want you. And I know you need me too." Without a second thought, she swung over him, straddling his hips with her own, her legs on either side of his body. She kissed him deeply, and began to pull on his shirt, silently telling him to take it off. He pulled off his gray T-shirt without a second thought and she began stroking his chest with her fingers, following all of his hardened muscles and planting kissed on his collarbone. He closed his eyes, and allowed the feelings overtake him, allowing his inhibitions to be released. He thought of nothing but her, closing out all other emotions he had inside of him. She stopped only long enough to lift the nightgown over her head, revealing her body to him. He opened his eyes to take in the sight of her. "So beautiful" He whispered under his breath. She lowered her head down to his, kissing him deeply, seeking out his tongue with hers. There was no turning back now, this time she knew it was right. "Scully" He said shakily as she began her decent down his belly, following the hair line. She paid no attention to him and continued. She took the pajama pants string between her fingers and untied it in one swift tug. She pulled his pants down to his ankles, then off his feet, kissing the inside of his thighs, between his knees while doing so. She reached back up and slowly pulled his briefs down, exposing the delicate skin just above his manhood. She stopped long enough to savor a kiss just below his navel. She then proceeded to pull them off of his hips and down his legs. She stopped and looked up into his eyes for a moment, seeing the sleepy haze of need mixed with desire in them. She answered his unspoken plea and made her way up to his middle, still straddling his legs between hers. He held her face in his right hand and shook his head. She understood him, even though he didn't speak, she knew exactly what he was thinking. He wanted this to be more than just for his pleasure alone, he wanted to be sure to please her as well. This was one reason why she knew it was right this time. She inched her way up and kissed him again, he then rolled over and took his place on top of her, kissing his way down her neck. "You taste so good Scully." he commented, holding back a loud groan. He reached her breasts and took a hardened nipple into his mouth, teasing the tip of it with his tongue. This time he was unable to hold back a loud moan as he became increasingly aroused. She responded with a heavy-breathed moan and a small gasp. He rubbed her sides and traced her stomach with his hands, caressing her softly. His hands drew nearer, but he took his time, wanting everything to be perfect. He knew she appreciated this. He reached her pubic region, but brushed over top of it with the backside of his hand, teasing her even more. He moved on to the inside of her thighs, rubbing his large hands on the inside of them, working his way back to his destination. He gently kissed her belly, stroking it with his tongue. Her reactions told him where she needed him. He stopped to look up into her eyes, now heavily laced with pleasure. But she continued to watch him, she needed to see that it was Mulder who was touching her this way. She found that to be more erotic than anything and nearly had an orgasm at the thought. The gentle bucking rhythm in her hips told him what he needed to know. He continued his decent down her belly, dipping his tongue in her navel before continuing down to her center. With closed eyes he plunged his tongue into the folds of her wetness, and she cried out with pleasure, arching her back off of the bed. "M, mm Mulder!" The sound of his name being yelled out like this made him even more excited as he continued his rhythmic movements inside of her. He couldn't help but to lightly rub his hardness on the bed sheets beneath him, pleasuring himself little as possible. This was about them both, not just her, not just him. He took his bottom lip and drug it across her erect clitoris, causing her to moan loudly and grab at the sheets. Knowing she enjoyed the feeling he continued to lick her there, gently and then roughly. He was prepared to do everything that she needed him to do in order for her to come. Feeling that she was about to orgasm, she yelled out his name, almost in a plea; "Mulder!" "Let it go, Scully" He answered back, while teasing her with his fingers until his tongue returned to her, he then placed two fingers inside of her, plunging deep into her wetness. Her body began to tense up and she broke out into spastic twitches, unable to control herself any longer. He continued stroking her with his tongue to draw it out, making sure that she was completely satisfied. When she stilled, he licked his lips and raised up to kiss her deeply on the mouth, laying his body heavily on top of her. She could feel his hard erection against her thigh and the feeling aroused her again. "Mulder, it's your turn." She breathed into his ear. He rolled over onto the mattress and allowed her to be on top of him once again. She immediately went to his cock, taking it in the palm of her hand. She began stroking him and snaked her way down his body before slowly sliding him into her mouth. A gentle moan escaped his lips. She lingered there for a long time, tasting him and hearing him moan. She stopped abruptly though, fearing that he would release before they would have the chance to experience true ecstasy. She straddled his hips between her thighs and lowered herself onto him. "Are you sure Scully?" He asked quietly. Without a word, she leaned her head back and closed her eyes as she felt him enter her. His hands held onto her hips, guiding her movements on him, steadying the pace and depth. They started out slowly, taking their time with each other, ensuring that it would be a long process. His hands slid upwards, cupping her breasts, taking the nipples between his fingers and rolling them around. She moaned and continued pumping, increasing the speed a little to satisfy them both. She could feel his breath in short bursts hitting her on the stomach. They continued this way for a long time, dragging out their lovemaking for what seemed an eternity. They both began breathing heavier, she began pumping into him harder, and faster. Their heart rates increasing and they made small whimpering noises as they both began to climax. "Oh, oh Scully..." He groaned. "..yess..." He finished, grabbing onto her hips again, this time tighter than before. He began to push into her harder, increasing the depth even more. He reached down in between them with his hand and rubbed her clit to bring her with him. He let out a loud cry signaling his release into her. His movements on her clit increased in pressure until she came. She lurched over and fell onto his still heaving chest. "I love you, I love you so much." She said between heaving breaths as she kissed his chest. He wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly to him. "I love you Scully." They kissed once more before she rolled over and pulled up the covers over them. She laid her arm across his chest, rubbing his belly, entwining her fingertips into the sparse hair. "Why didn't we do that years ago Mulder?" She asked him with a small, uncontrollable giggle. "You wouldn't listen to me years ago Scully. As a matter of fact, you still don't." He said with a smile. And once again, they drifted off into a dreamless sleep. XxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxX "Mulder, it's 6:00." She said, sounding alarmed. "Yeah, I know. It's a good thing we're only about 15 minutes from the airport." "Well we need to get packed." She said, already getting out of bed. "Mulder, you know that Skinner will have our asses if we don't show up for work tomorrow, there's a meeting." "Oh shit, that's right. We have to learn how to back up our partner's asses. Definitely not one we'll want to miss." He said teasingly. "Well, whether we need to learn or not, if we aren't there, we'll only piss him off worse than he already is." She said, getting dressed. "Well, are you going to get ready to go?" She asked him, turning her head for a side-ways glance. She was met by his eyes on her, watching her every move, not paying attention what-so-ever to her words. "God Scully, you're so beautiful." She didn't answer but only smiled at him. He got out of bed and made his way back to his room in silence. He returned to her room and watched her as she packed away her things, noting the gentle way in which she packed her new evening gown. "I almost wish that this weekend wouldn't end." He said, taking her by surprise at his sudden presence. Looking up at him with a radiant smile she responded; "Me too Mulder, me too." They left the hotel room, and entered the elevator. They stood on opposite sides of the elevator in silence, looking into each-other's eyes. They reached the ground floor and he motioned her to go first. She nodded and walked through the doors. "Have a nice stay?" The desk clerk asked with a smile. "Yes, yes we did. A great weekend as a matter of fact." Mulder answered, looking at his partner. "Wonderful! I hope you'll come back again." The clerk chirped. "I hope so too." Scully said with a wink and smile in her partner's direction. Their plane ride lasted for about two hours, but they had decided to go out for lunch at a small oriental restaurant that Mulder had chosen. They stayed there and talked for over four hours, talking small talk, about things that neither of them had ever shared with each-other before. It made them feel closer than ever to know each-other's deep, dark secrets and past experiences. When they realized that it was getting late, they finished their hot tea and left the restaurant. Mulder hailed a taxi outside on the street and he placed what little luggage they had with them in the trunk and got in the back seat after Scully. "Georgetown please." Scully prompted. The drive was short because there was hardly any traffic at this time of evening. Mulder carried her suitcase up to her apartment and set it inside the door. She stood at the threshold and thanked him. "It was great to spend time with you Mulder." "Anytime Scully." He said with a smile. "So, I'll see you at work tomorrow?" She asked. "Wouldn't miss that meeting for the world, we need all the help we can get, God knows I have a hard time backing your ass up Scully." He answered jokingly. "Goodnight Mulder." She said with a small chuckle. "Goodnight Scully." He leaned in for a small kiss, and she closed her eyes, savoring the contact with his skin. He pulled back and gave her a gentle smile before turning to walk down the hallway, and disappearing down the steps. He got into the taxi and told the driver to take him to Arlington. His world was spinning. He had never been so happy in all of his life. "I need to hear her voice before I fall asleep, I will call her as soon as I get home." He thought to himself. Her phone rang as she was unpacking. "Hello?" She said into the phone. "Hey, I forgot to tell you something." He said sweetly on the other end. She smiled at hearing his voice. "And what would that be?" "I love you." "I love you too..." She paused. "Hey Mulder, when are we going to take another vacation day?" She asked. Before she could say or hear anything more, she heard a knock at her door. "Hang on a second Mulder, I think that someone is here." She rested the phone on her shoulder and opened the door. A radiant smile glowed across her face when she saw that it was Mulder, with a large bouquet of flowers in his hand. She clicked off her phone, as did he. He stepped in, and took off his jacket after handing her the flowers. "Please don't tell me that I will have to fly to New York every time I want to see or touch you Scully." He said with a grin. She laughed at him and threw her arms around his neck after placing the bouquet on the coffee table, kissing him deeply. This, she thought, was the start of something new. Something dangerous, exciting, and something beautiful. 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