From: Para8Dice@aol.com
Date: Sun, 2 Jan 2000 19:51:01 EST
Subject: No More Fighting
Source: direct

Disclaimer:  I don't own Mulder and Scully.  Duh.

Title:  No More Fighting

Rating:  NC-17 for sex

Summary:  During Fight The Future.  What if the bee hadn't stung her at that 
moment?  This is a moment taken out of the movie.

Spoilers:  Fight The Future

E-mail:  Para8Dice@AOL.Com, please, I love comments about my stories.  

Thanks to:  Rita, my mother, all you shippers.  David, Gillian, you two make 
it all happen.
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Fox Mulder's Apartment 

    "You wanna tell yourself that so you can quit with a clear conscience, 
you can but you're wrong."
    "Why did they assign me to you in the first place Mulder?  To debunk your 
work.  To reign you in, to shut you down-"
    "But you saved me!  As difficult and as frusterating as it's been 
sometimes your goddamn strict rationalism and science have saved me a 
thousand times over.  You kept me honest!  You made me a whole person.  I owe 
you everything...Scully and you owe me nothing."
    Scully grew tears in her eyes, tears of pain from not wanting to leave 
him.  Tears of surprise, for all he was saying to her.  Had she heard him 
right?  
    "I don't know if I wanna do this alone.  I don't even know if I can.  And 
if I quit now they win."
    She paused, then smacked her lips and walked into his arms.  She didn't 
know how she was going to leave him.  After all they'd been through together. 
 She gripped his head and kissed his forehead, swallowing her tears as she 
was head to head with him.
    He caught her by surprise and cupped her face, as a tear rolled down her 
cheek.  She looked very seriously into his eyes, wondering how she would live 
without seeing him every day. 
    To her surprise, he continued staring at her.  He didn't move, and she 
wondered if he was finally going to kiss her.  She smiled weakly, trying to 
show him she was right here waiting.  That she'd been waiting the whole time. 
 She hadn't been anywhere but by his side.  When he gained a look in his 
eyes, her face turned very serious, and she was almost afraid.
    She slowly closed her eyes the closer he came closer, and then she opened 
her mouth to receive his lips.  His lips touched hers softly, and she wanted 
to cry for she'd wanted it for so long.  Five years.  
    She tilted her head to the side to gain better access, as his hands 
strangled her hair.  Her mouth opened and she received him completely.  
Comsuming him as best she could, she began to cry.  He pulled back.
    "I'm sorry."
    "No," she said sniffing a little.  "You just don't know how long I've 
wanted that."  
    "I've wanted it too."
    With that, he bent back down and kissed her again, hugging her as he did 
it.  His soft yet firm lips melting on hers.  They somehow made their way 
back into his apartment.  Mulder placed his hands on Scully's waist and 
picked her up.  He held her against him, kissing her.  He went over to his 
couch and they both sat down.  
    She wiped away the tears and wished she hadn't been up for over twenty 
four hours so she might look better.  He took her hand and kissed it, then he 
caressed her cheek.  She took his hand in her own and then embraced him.  He 
hugged her back, then gently took his hands and very slowly pushed her black 
jacket off of her.  She was left with the white blouse underneath.  
    She could see how nervous he was, so she decided to unbutton the blouse 
and slid it off of her.  She was wearing an ordinary, white bra 
unfortunately, but, he didn't seem to mind.  He took his shirt of and kissed 
her again, embracing her, breathing her in.  
    He pulled her onto his lap, and she managed to unhook her bra and threw 
it on the floor.  She could feel the heat between them.  He caressed her back 
which sent shivers through her.  He had electric hands.  His hands moved to 
the front of her torso, and he cupped her breasts.  
    He bent down to kiss her pink nipple, and it hardened.  He went back to 
her full lips and he stroked his tongue with hers.  She stood up, taking him 
with her, pulling the zipper down on his pants, gripping him tenderly.  
    He moved his hands around his back, pressing her against him, her breasts 
crushing against his own chest.  Then, he gripped her breasts intensely, and 
encircled his tongue over and over around each nipple, then sucking on it 
hard.  She arched into him, wanting more.  
    She grasped his face and pulled him up to hers, smiling and kissing him.  
She wanted to tell him she loved him, but wasn't sure he could handle it 
right now.  She wanted to not leave him, but wasn't sure about that either.  
She didn't know how she couldn't leave him.  Even if she stayed living in 
this area, they'd grow apart.  Right now, she wanted to connect with him.  
Forget the rest of the world.
    She pulled down his pants, and then began taking off her own.  He looked 
at her, wondering if she would regret this.  She sensed his concern.
    "Are you sure," he asked.
    "Yes.  Are you?"
    "Yes."
    With that, he kissed her again, consuming her mouth as well as her heart. 
 They were both fully naked now, and she wished that he had a bed.  He sat 
down on the couch, pulling her with him, and settled her underneath him, and 
he enjoyed the warmth of her body.  He kissed her breasts, her shoulders, her 
neck, her mouth, then back down to her stomach.  
    She grew impatient and spread her legs, and enveloped herself around him, 
moaning in the process.  His mouth covered her nipples and she arched again 
to receive the maximum amount of him, afraid to let the moment go.  With each 
thrust, she felt a way she never had before, in love.  She gripped his round 
ass, and drove him deeper inside of her.
    When he reached the final thrust, he slid in as far as he could, and then 
he smiled down at her, kissing her lips.  Just when she thought they were 
finally going to talk again, he fell of the couch.
    "Are you okay," she asked trying not to laugh.
    Mulder popped his head back up with an embarrassed look, and she bit her 
tongue to keep from laughing.  
    "I'm fine, sorry."
    "It's okay," she said worryingly.  "Why the hell haven't you bought a bed 
yet?"
    "No one I had to share it with."
    "Well, now, would you get one?"
    "If you'll be with me forever."
    "I will, I promise.  I love you."
    A tear fell out of his eye when she said then, so she cupped his face 
with a hand.
    "You are lovable Mulder.  And I know you doubt that.  But I'm not stupid, 
and I love you.  So trust me."
    "I trust you.  And I love you too."
    Mulder pulled Scully into his arms again, and momentarily forgot they 
were both naked and that they had just made love.  She hugged him back until 
she couldn't breathe anymore.
    "Mulder, I can't breathe."
    He loosened his grip.  "Sorry."
    "It's all right.  I'm not gonna break.  We're a team like we've always 
been, and I promise you we'll fix this.  We'll solve this."
    "I trust you Scully."
    "More than Fowley?"
    Scully had meant that, somewhat jokingly, and she put her shirt back on.  
As she was buttoning, he grabbed her shoulders and caught her so off guard 
she almost lost her balance.  He supported her and held her firmly.
    "You are not a subsitute for Diana.  She left me, and if she hadn't, I 
never would've meant you, and I never would've known what real love is.  
Hell, it's like that goddamn Chicago song, "If She Would've Been Faitful".  
Diana left, and you were just about to.  I let Diana go, but I can't let you 
go.  You are not a subsitute and although I feel some loyalty to her, you are 
the one Scully."
    "I'm not going to leave you.  Not after what you've said to me and after 
all we've been through.  We'll save the X-Files, and we'll save us."
    "Did you hear me though Scully?  Diana is not between us.  She was an old 
flame.  That's it.  You have to believe me."
    "Just prove it to me Mulder.  Like you just did."  
    She touched his hand, and he bent to kiss her again, but before she could 
receive his mouth, she felt a sharp pain in her neck.  
    "Jesus!"
    "What?"
    "Something stung me," she said searching the back of her throat.  
    She pulled out a bee, and he tenderly touched her.  
    "Must've been in your shirt."
    He caressed her hair softly.  She looked up at him, with a face he 
couldn't identify.
    "Mulder...something's wrong."
    "What......"