Name: Kate Bennett Date: 10/02/00 Summary: As the future of the X Files is once again threatened, Mulder and Scully finally find themselves unable to resist the inevitable. Rating: NC-17 (for explicit sex between Mulder and Scully) If you're under 17 please don't go there! Spoilers: None Disclaimer: This story is based on characters created by Chris Carter and Ten Thirteen Productions. They are property of Fox Network. They are used without permission. No infringement is intended and no profits are being made form their usage here. "Hallelujah" lyrics by Leonard Cohen. Hallelujah An original X Files Erotica By Kate Bennett "I heard there was a singer, God, That David sang to please the Lord- But you don't really care for music, do You? It goes like this- The fourth, the fifth, The minor fall, the major lift, The baffle-king composing: Hallelujah. Your faith was strong But you needed proof, You saw her bathing on the roof, Her beauty in the moonlight Overthrew you. She tied you to a kitchen chair, She broke your throng, She cut your hair, And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah. You say I took the name in vain Well I don't even know the name, But if I did well really, What's it to you? There's a blaze of light in every word, It doesn't matter what you heard- The holy or the broken Hallelujah. I did my best It wasn't much, I couldn't feel So I learned to touch, I told the truth- I didn't come to fool you. And even though it all went wrong, I'll stand before the Lord of Song With nothing on my lips but Hallelujah. Well maybe there's a God above But all I ever learned from Love Was how to shoot at someone Who out drew you. And it's no complaint you're here tonight, It's not some pill That you've seen the Light It's a cold and broken Hallelujah." -Leonard Cohen "Mulder, it's over..." Scully annunciated the last word as if to make sure that her partner completely understood it's meaning. Her voice was terse, as she stood cold and harsh against the backdrop of Mulder's apartment door. Eyebrows raised, she hoped to put an end to the inane argument that had been ongoing for ten minutes now. "O-ver." she added just for emphasis. Mulder's face softened to a pale pink from its former glaring red. His eyes closed a little, wincing as if to shut out part of what she was sending to him. They locked eyes for a few unbearable moments as reels of unfinished business passed between them in the silence. "Scully, wait...I'll talk to Skinner, I'll tone down the investigations. Jesus, I'll even make a deal with that black lunged bastard! You'll see...I *will* get the X files reinstated!" he plead with her, unable to accept her last statement. "Mulder," she breathed through her teeth. "No. It's the end...can't you see that? I know you don't want it to end, but it's over." she spoke now, not as harsh as before. She continued, "I have dreams I've yet to follow, whole paths I'd like to try. God, at one point I wanted to be a family practitioner. With everything like it is at the Bureau, I think...I just think it is the right time to end it." Her exasperated voice trailed off as Mulder turned away from her to face the window. His pain hit her across the face like twister, spiraling up above her. She stood in the center of the storm full of an aching and eerie quiet. She *had* to get out of there…away from his insufferable misery. It was infecting her as she stood. "Goodbye, Mulder..." she croaked, turning and reaching for the door. "Scully, wait..." he paused. "Scully, don't go..." he finished as he turned to meet her eyes. He started towards her slowly. It seemed as if it were going to take him forever to walk the small distance from the table to the doorway where she stood waiting. The words "Scully, don't go..." repeating in her head as if they were something ancient...spoken long before he or she were created yet released just now. She had understood the pressure in his voice...scanned through the nuances of intonation and inflection. She knew before she turned to face him what he intended. For himself, he found that the words had acted on their own. It felt as if they had been their own separate being inside of him for so long. They now made their case for liberation. Pushing open his lips, the words came flowing out and as Mulder watched they brushed up past the small of her back, over her shoulder and into her ear. Now as she turned to face him he could sense them ricocheting off of the curves and angles of her mind. He understood their effect on her as a mother instinctually understands how her children see the world. Mulder had given birth to something just now...it was within and between them waiting to draw it's first breath. Scully's lips parted...out of fear of the unknown, out of relief for the acknowledged. When he finally reached her she thought her knees might give out...either from exhaustion or anticipation. He paused only for a brief moment...a blindfolding of the eyes...the moment when one must shut off their mind before jumping from a plane. Then his hands, rough and trembling found her face. His breath came in shallow puddles, his head spinning, a cold sweat dotting the back of his neck. Scully still had her eyes open when Mulder closed his. She had stopped breathing altogether. His mouth began to descend...his head began to tilt. She could smell the leather of his jacket, the scent of his hair. She had sensed these things before but never as she did now. Never like this. Adrenaline coursed through her veins like a rich intoxicating wine. She wanted this and she was afraid. "Mulder…" she spoke. He paused. His eyes opened. She looked frightened to him. He knew this fear; it was born of the unknown. Mulder decided that it was finally time to know. His lips descended on hers. She pulled back at first but then leaned into him. Just a short, sweet kiss with enough pressure to indicate something stirring inside of them. They pulled away from each other. In the space between them electricity crackled. Mulder waited. He exhaled. He swallowed the mountain of tension in his throat. He sensed her body moving. Scully came at him like an undamned river. She had never been more aroused in her life. She felt a wave overtake her, it's crest far above her head. She was caught along the bottom in the circular churning insides of a mammoth feeling. It pulled her forward, dragging her common sense across the rocky bottom of her desire. It scraped deep fissures through her hard exterior. She knew Mulder could see what lay exposed by the look in his eyes. Then she had her arms around his neck, pulling his face toward hers. They paused for a moment, exchanging warm breath before plunging in to each other. To Mulder she felt like a powerful muscle in his arms...writhing and heaving. For a few moments he felt overwhelmed by her energy...pure and strong. He understood everything that she wanted by the way that she kissed him. He took a handful of her hair in his fist and pulled her head back. Scully gasped as he gazed at the perfect flush of her neck. It seemed like a field of untouched snow to him. His lips wrapped around the protruding tendon and he pressed as his tongue traced wet circles on her flesh. As she moaned, her neck pressed harder against his mouth. Mulder teasingly pulled away, ending with a slight nibble on her wet skin. Scully felt as though she might explode. She was burning alive from the inside out. Dizziness seized her head and she swayed a little in his arms. He understood and steadied her as he went to kiss her again. It seemed to her that he kissed as if he was trying to draw something out of her. She opened up to him, yielding to her passion, this fire that burned down the forests of her resistance. Mulder took a step back. She was not expecting this and still had her eyes closed when he did so. She opened them slowly, carefully, as if exiting a dream. He stood before her trembling with fear and pleasure. As she watched, he let his jacket slide to the floor...it lay discarded at his feet. He slowly raised his shirt...it seemed excruciatingly slow to her...until his bare chest showed itself to her in the dim light of his apartment. She felt as if she were studying a work of art. It was one that she had seen so many times before but had never comprehended completely. She sensed the brush strokes of his being, the oily paint of his instincts...separated into pigment and base from having settled for too long. She moved towards him and put her hands on his canvas. A nipple hardened beneath the center of her palm. A brush swept through the medium...color rushing into oil...joined and ready to create. Mulder felt movement deep inside of himself when she touched him. His entire body ached with fulfillment. He had wanted this for so long. He had not known the words to voice it...now the foreign language rolled perfectly off of his tongue. "Scully," he whispered. "I love you." At the sound of his words she felt a raging heat spring from her belly and overtake the rapid palpitations in her chest. Her face flushed a violent red as something stirred between her legs. "Mulder..." she began, her voice quivering with emotion and desire. "I..." He stopped her words with his lips. This kiss was more daring and wanton than those before. She found his lips on hers, fitting perfectly as a puzzle being finally completed. She could almost make out its finished picture in the corner of her mind. Mulder offered her his tongue and Scully swooned, stabilizing herself in his arms. Wet and hot, his tongue drew moans of pleasure from her precious mouth. She wanted this, he thought to himself. She's wanted this all along just as I have. The thought sent his mind reeling. Scully let her hands dance over him...the subtle curves of the muscles in his arms, the softness of his bare skin. Her hands drifted up to his head and she buried her fingers in his hair. She was gasping into his mouth as she realized how she had pushed her abdomen up against him tightly. It felt so right to be this close to him. She needed to be even closer. She could not believe that she had waited so long to mesh into him…fit with him. She felt at home and lost all at once. She shifted slightly in their embrace and suddenly felt his hardness through his jeans firm and hot against her thigh. She let out a low moan of pleasure. Her crotch ached. Her sounds rumbled their way up to Mulder's ears. He became cognizant of what she had noticed. Suddenly, he was terribly embarrassed. He backed away from her like a threatened animal. He felt he needed to protect himself, to hide his vulnerability from her. He wanted her so badly that he physically hurt. He had started this…had opened the floodgates of the sexual tension between them and now he was terrified of what he might have done. He stood before her slightly bent, trying vainly to hide his erection. The feeling of naked vulnerability was slowly driving him mad. "Scully," he spoke. "I..." "Shhhh." she cooed as she stepped closer to him. "Mulder, look at me." Slowly he raised his eyes to meet hers. His eyes were full of everything that Scully could imagine that she felt for him. The level of his desire and arousal terrified him, and she could feel the terror between them...almost a physical entity. She took him in her arms and held him, breathing softly into his chest as heat rose between them in waves. "Mulder," she finally spoke. "I want you to make love to me." Mulder relaxed in her embrace...no longer able to house the fear that he felt. There was no room in him for anything but love and desire for this goddess of a woman who stood before him, asking him to love her as he had wanted to for so long. "Yes ma'am," he answered, reaching for the many tiny irritating buttons that ran down the front of her blouse...separating their bare flesh. Scully smiled a little, enjoying the retreat of his hesitance and fear. He felt safe now, she thought, and loved him all the more for it. Mulder struggled with the buttons, becoming more and more frustrated as his trembling fingers failed him. She watched him, half amused, half impatient. The look on his face suggested that he was attempting to memorize the sonnets of Shakespeare. "Fuck it." she spouted and ripped her shirt off of herself in one fell swoop of her hands. Buttons rattled to the floor and scattered off into the dark corners of the room. She could hear one rolling around in circles, unable to come to rest after it's abrupt eviction from her chest. She flashed one of her mischievous smiles at Mulder and then looked quickly down at the floor. 'Where had that come from?' she thought to herself. Mulder was so extremely shocked by her actions that it was a good ten seconds before he realized that she was standing there before him with her beautiful breasts pushed up voluptuously inside her black bra waiting for his touch. His hand moved up to one of them slowly and gently curved around its soft, sweet weight. His thumb came and grazed across her nipple...already hard it tightened under his touch and Scully shuddered as she stood. She looked up at him...at his pouting lips, God, his lips...at his eyes which made her feel as if she were butter melting slowly in a hot pan. The richness of her sensuality becoming bubbling fodder for the incoming substance of his passion. She felt herself go to liquid mercury, rolling in pools of silver at his feet...reflecting back to him his own needs and desires. Scully's aroused reaction intensified his drive and he quickly pulled the cup from around her breast and lowered his lips to her swollen nipple. Before she could react he was suckling her and it knocked the air right out of her lungs. "MULDER..." she gasped and grasped for his neck. Mulder felt her stiffen under his tongue and he breathed out long and hot onto her chest. His cock ached with a sweet and pure twinge and he smiled to himself as he pleased her. He placed his hands on the curve of her hips as he began licking her breast with the tip of his tongue...tracing a labyrinth of lust across her flesh. She thrust into him and he heard her breath coming in rapid sweeps. The softness of her skin next to the ridge of her nipple sent his mind tumbling down a chasm into oblivion. His consciousness hit the jagged ledges of her abandon and was smashed into uncountable pieces. Reaching around in back of her he patiently undid the tiny clasps. He came up and kissed her deeply as her bra fell to the floor. Mulder pulled her up against him and her breasts came in contact with his bare chest. The feeling of her hard nipples and soft belly against him was almost more than he could bare. He kissed her harder, his tongue exploring her mouth as she moaned with her fingers intertwined with his hair. Scully let her hand find it's target and she began slowly caressing him through his jeans. He hardened under her fingers and she felt her clit jump with anticipation. She ached from the inside. She thought she might go mad if she did not have him inside of her soon. Not yet, she thought to herself. Be patient. You've waited seven years; you can wait a few more minutes... "Wait here." she said to him seductively as she pulled herself from his embrace. "But..." he began in exasperation. Scully put her finger to her smiling lips to encourage him to wait quietly. With his partner disappearing into the bedroom, Mulder sighed and fell back onto the couch. His head fell back and he breathed deeply in order to both get his breath and convince himself he was breathing real air. He could not believe he wasn't in a dream. The whole situation felt fluid and unclear, like opening eyes underwater. He was struggling to focus on the thoughts and feelings that swirled around him. His consciousness sunk like a coin into muddy silt at the bottom of a still pond. He left its heavy weight there, covered deep in the muck of his unconsciousness. He was startled by her voice. "Mulder, come here..." He stood without thinking and walked slowly to his bedroom. Piece by piece the scene revealed itself to him. Scully had lit a few candles about the room. Their light leaped around the wicks and cast mysterious shadows across the walls. There, in the middle of all of it sat Scully. She was upright on his bed, tightly wrapped in one of his white sheets. The sheet betrayed her body and he could see the darkness of her nipples through its gauzy veil. Her red hair danced with the shadows and he could see that her lips were wet in the dim light. She was astoundingly beautiful. He shuddered as butterflies fluttered in his stomach. He hadn't felt this way in a very long time. She was naked under the sheet! Scully was naked...in *his* bedroom! He almost laughed out loud for a moment. It was all so perfectly magical that it almost seemed absurd to him. After all this time... "Mulder?" She spoke and startled him out of his gaze. "Are you coming?" She asked him quietly. "Hell yes." he replied with a smirk and began drifting towards the bed. "I came in here because, well, I didn't want us to end up on your living room floor. We've waited so long and I want to do this right," she explained. "Mmmmm." he moaned as he dropped to his knees by the side of the bed. He tugged on one of her feet and she drew it away laughing. Ticklish, he thought to himself, who would have ever thought that Dana Scully was ticklish? Or that I would ever find out? She moved to the edge of the bed as he wanted her to and he hiked the sheet half way up her thighs. Leaning back on his knees, he brought one of her legs up and placed it on his shoulder. He could just barely make out the dark nest of curls further up where her legs met. He fought his instincts to throw her back on the bed and thrust into her. "Do this right..." she had said...he was happy to oblige. He began with her toes, sucking each one gently into his warm mouth. Scully gasped and her leg jumped, but Mulder had a firm hold on her. He licked his way up her strong calves, biting softly. When he got to her knee he bit down harder and Scully threw herself back onto the bed with pleasure. He angled his tongue to the inside of her knee and made tiny circles on her sensitive skin. She writhed above him and made quiet noises of glee. Then he headed further up, his soft tongue gracing the exquisite sensuality of her inner thigh. Reaching the sheet, Mulder could suddenly smell her arousal, damp and musky and just a little further up. She had stopped moving. He knew she was waiting for him. After a short pause, Mulder went back and began on the other foot. She sighed with frustration and pleasure. He chuckled to himself. Inching his way up her other thigh, Mulder could feel her trembling. He could sense that somewhere in her mind connections were going haywire...synapses flooded with chemicals, launching her into oblivion. He pushed the sheet further up and was inches away from her most secret places. He was breathing heavily onto her thigh and his moist breath had condensed forming droplets of anticipation. She smelled of sex and lust. He could not wait one more moment to taste her. Mulder brought both of her legs up over his shoulders as he lowered his face. Her soft curls tickled his nose as his tongue darted out and found her slit. She gasped. Mulder went to work, slowly passing his tongue up and down the length of her...pushing slightly into her entrance at the bottom and tenderly coaxing her clit to show itself at the top. Scully was beside herself. She reached down and grabbed one of his strong hands as he slid the other one beneath her ass. He squeezed her cheeks, as his mouth loved her. He slowly slid one finger into her as his tongue began concentrating on the hard button that had surfaced. Not too hard or soft, he passed his tongue over her clit again and again...sometimes directly, sometimes on one side or the other. She was pushing herself into him and he moaned into her, nearly ready to come from the pleasure he was giving her. The flat of his tongue rubbed it's wet, rough surface over her until she began to thrust her hips and Mulder knew where things were going. He pushed another finger inside of her and twisted them as he diligently licked her wet, swollen clit. "Mulder...oh...Mulder." she began and he took her up and over the hill of her abandon, calling her name into her. "Mulder, Fox...I'm going to come..." She moaned. He was surprised to hear his first name emanate from her. "I know," he breathed. "I love you." One more pass of his tongue over the ridge of her arousal and she began. Her hips bucking, she buried her fingers in his hair and drew him closer to her. Mulder let her ride his tongue as she screamed his name over and over. It was more than he could take. Unzipping his pants he reached in and freed himself. One stroke and he went over the edge with her. He moaned into her as the warm, sticky cum ran down his hand. "Oh Scully, Oh Scully, Oh God!" His hips thrust into the bed as his head fell to her warm belly. He rested there as he slowly came down from his high. Scully was waiting for him when he returned. In one single movement he climbed on top of her and held her, kissing her forehead wet with perspiration. They breathed heavily into one another's' necks as their pulse slowly came down from the marathon it was running. "Wow." Mulder breathed. "Yeah," Scully concurred. "We should have gotten into this a little sooner." she panted into his ear. "Nah, then it wouldn't have been nearly as good." Mulder explained smiling. "Wouldn't *have been*?" she questioned. "Oh no," she taunted, "we're only just beginning." "Dana, you're going to kill me..." She softened at hearing him call her Dana and kissed his ear before pulling back to look into his eyes. She was astounded by the way he made her feel, as if there was nothing more that the world could offer her. Jesus, she thought to herself, the man *came* from pleasing *me*. The thought caused her body to awaken again and she flipped Mulder over onto his back. "Whoa," he chuckled. "What's your plan?" he asked with a hint of caution in his voice. "Well, that's for me to know and for you to find out." she teased him. "Oh brother…" he groaned rolling his eyes. Secretly, he couldn't wait to find out. "Ummmhumm, you poor abused creature." she spoke to him as she began descending the gorgeous line of his body. As he watched she kissed him lightly on the shoulders and then began licking his chest. Mulder breathed through his teeth as his body stiffened. Her tongue danced circles around his nipples. Mulder felt them tighten to a point of near pain. Scully worked her way down his abdomen, ending at the spot where hair began to creep up his belly. Mulder was half-erect, his excitement beginning to build once again...tiny droplets of cum on the end of his cock. She grabbed his jeans and pulled them over the perfect curve of his ass. After drawing them completely off of his legs she came up suddenly and surprised him by a single pass of her tongue over the length of his penis. Mulder convulsed slightly and then lay back onto the bed smiling. Scully took the tender soft head and eased it into her warm mouth. A low groan escaped his lips as she gently sucked. He was salty and earthy and she could not get enough of him. "Oh, Mulder..." she breathed before wrapping her lips around him and descending his entire length. She took him entirely into her mouth and as she came back up, he hardened beneath her lips. Down she went again, letting her tongue dance around the shaft as she sucked him. Mulder had the sheet twisted into knots in his hands. His hips began thrusting slightly. He was careful not to give her too much. Scully placed one of her hands over Mulder's and tore it from the sheet. She guided it to his cock and began encouraging him to stroke himself. He was wet with her saliva beneath his hand as he slowly began teasing himself. Dana moved up and lay beside him, her head by his hips watching him please himself for a moment. Then her mouth moved back to him and he suddenly stopped. "No," she demanded, "keep going." As Mulder stroked himself, Scully wrapped her lips around the head of his cock. She sucked lightly and then let her tongue trace the ridge of the head. The contrast between his own hot hand moving up and down his shaft and Scully's soft, warm licking and suction began to bring Mulder back to the edge. His hips thrusting faster and his breathing becoming more shallow, Scully realized where he had come back to. She stopped. Her hand pulled his fingers from his arousal. "What?" Mulder breathed frustrated. "I want you to last..." she said smirking. Mulder drew a deep breath and threw his head back onto the pillow. This woman...he thought to himself. Scully arose from the bed and turned her back to him as she headed for the living room. "My God." Mulder spoke as her entire naked body revealed itself to him in the candlelight. She was nearly perfect... and nearly being oh, so much better than actually perfect. Her shadow leaned against his wall...the flames twisting it into exotic shapes darting into the corners of the room. She gracefully turned toward him when she heard his words. "Scully," he choked, "you are astounding." She had tried to be prepared for his compliment but was taken aback nonetheless. Cheeks flushing a scarlet red she suddenly found herself feeling vulnerable there before him. Astounding...wow, she said to herself...you don't hear that many times in a lifetime...if ever. "I don't know where you think you're going," he said, "but get over here." Scully felt like one of those villains trapped in a tractor beam on the Super Friends cartoon. His eyes began literally drawing her to him and she felt she had absolutely no choice in the matter. When she reached the side of the bed, Mulder was on his knees...his feet twisted in the sheets. Taking a hold of her hand he pulled her the last distance to the bed and placed her fingers in his mouth. Scully watched as he kissed her fingertips and at last, the back of her hand. He leaned toward her and took her breast in his mouth. His teeth carefully bit at her hardening nipple. Pulling his mouth from her, he laid his hot sweaty cheek against her stiffened peak. Her breast ached to be back in his wet mouth. She entwined her fingers into his damp hair. She kissed him lightly on the top of his head. Sweat ran down her belly and into her pubic hair. Damn, she thought, it's hot in here. It was January...snowflakes made a soft hush of noise outside of Mulder's window. "Scully..." Mulder spoke nearly as quiet as the snow. "Hum?" she questioned him. "I need to be inside of you." he spoke. Scully lost her balance. Fox caught her and pulled her back toward him. "That's the second time tonight that I've saved you from a fall." he joked, smiling into her glorious face. Scully said nothing. There was nothing left to say. Mulder's face lost its grin as he beckoned her to descend to the mattress. She came down to him lightly and lay back slowly onto the bed. Lying beside her he began kissing her neck. He left small bumps of red from his sucking. Mulder was intoxicated. He could smell her hair...taste her sweat...hear her breath...feel her opening beneath him. He moved atop of her. His fingers passed over the flush of her cheek and he kissed her hard with his mouth open. Their tongues entwined, as they tasted each other entirely. Scully could feel his erection pressing against her thigh. She knew she was more than ready. She parted her legs. He looked into her eyes, understanding her invitation. Never losing eye contact he moved into her. He began with just the head and pulled out…a soft moan escaping her. He thrust again and she opened up to him like a baby opening its fist. Entirely engulfed by her he waited a moment, listening to her breath before pulling out. Again he went into her and a tornado caught him in its grasp. The wind was knocked out of him for a moment. She held him inside of her. Her tight, wet, hot hold on him was better then he ever could have imagined. "Jesus…" he moaned into her ear. He wanted to worship her at that moment...to devote his life to a woman that could possibly make him feel this good. His thrusting slowly increased its rhythm. Scully arched her back and Mulder was able to take her breast again into his mouth. Moving in and out of her he sucked. Back and forth he went between focusing on her pleasure and his own...he could not decide which he enjoyed more. "Mulder, oh my God, Mulder." she breathed as her chest heaved into him. He knew he would have to hold himself back if she were to come. He was ready to explode already. Mulder stopped thrusting and lifted himself above her a few inches. He pushed her legs together so that his legs straddled hers. Still inside of her, every thrust of his cock now came up and stroked her clit as he pulled out and before he plunged back in. He could tell by her reaction that she had never made love like that before. Gasping for air she clutched his ass. Her fingernails leaving pink paths on his tender skin. Mulder's chest moved against hers...her nipples hard and pressing into his flesh. Mulder moved his hands to her round hips and became lost in their rhythm. She thrust into him as he came to her...never missing a beat, always perfectly in time. He had never felt to close to someone before. Inside of her he could feel his own existence melding with hers. Dana lost herself in the friction created between their bodies. Sweat made him slide easily over her and his skin was salty in her mouth. She'd had sex before...but this was different. Fox was loving her, making love to her, becoming one with her as they drew each other toward orgasm. "My God, Scully...you feel so good." he moaned into her ear. Dana felt her clit move to the next level of arousal with this statement and she cried out loud. His cock, wet and hot from passing in and out of her, glided over her center of pleasure over and over. She clenched the muscles inside of her around him tighter. Mulder let an inhuman growl escape from his throat and he began to thrust faster. Pulling his head back Mulder looked directly into her eyes. Scully was nearly delirious...her eyes opening and closing softly as if she was dreaming. Scully felt herself begin to go over the edge. Fox stayed with her, determined to witness her coming explosion of pleasure. Fox kissed Dana deeply and was still kissing her when her hips began to move erratically. The breath coming fast from her nose, he pulled away from her face to watch her come. Arms went up around his neck and as he gazed at her she cried his name and whimpered afterthoughts into the air. He could feel her constricting around him over and over again. She was sucking him farther in and his cock could no longer bear the pleasant torture. Lifting up and pushing her legs apart he thrust into her deeply one more time. He came deep into her, whispering her name too many times to count. Thrusting into her he held her, finally shaking as his orgasm subsided. His head beside hers and his face pressed into the pillow he paused a moment. He left a soft kiss on her neck. She was silent beneath him. His mind quickly wandered...was she upset that this had happened? Suddenly she rustled the sheets and he could feel himself still partially inside of her. He went to withdrawal. "No." she commanded as he lifted his face to look into her eyes. She was smiling...a beaming, unbreakable Scully smile. "And I love you too..." she said. "What?" He asked. "Well," she shrugged, "you've said it twice already and I haven't said it once." Fox grinned. "You didn't have to…" he spoke softly. "I already knew." She raised her head and kissed him, their breath passing between them in waves of satisfaction. "And you'd better rest up while I go get us some wine..." she laughed. "Because I'm not nearly done with you." As she turned to leave the room Mulder spoke softly, "Dana, I'm not going anywhere." She turned to meet his gaze, standing naked and flushed in the light of the room. "Good...." her voice trailed off into the flickering shadows. Their eyes remained locked and Mulder began to stir underneath the sheets. "Forget the fucking wine," he whispered. "Yeah…" she managed to mumble, "Forget it." Reaching for him on the bed, their arms fell softly around one another...pulling each other into another dance of passion. The steps choreographed seven years earlier being traced by actual bodies...new movements being created between them.