From: Erica Oberin Date: 22 Mar 99 19:53:50 PST Subject: story submission TITLE: Saturday AUTHOR: BioGirl E-MAIL: BioGirrl@netscape.net CATEGORY: S, R, H KEYWORDS: MSR, with some pointless, silly parts. RATING: NC-17 SUMMARY: Mulder finally decides he needs a new mattress, and enlists Scully's help in the purchase. SPOILERS: Monday and a little Arcadia. ARCHIVE: Only with emailed permission. DISCLAIMER: The main characters belong to Chris Carter and Company. SATURDAY ~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~. "Damn it!" Fox Mulder swore at the metal end of the measuring tape came unhooked, leaving the yellow aluminum lying limp on the bedroom carpet. Sometimes living alone really sucked. Like when you needed help measuring something. The gods must have been looking down on Mulder, because at that moment there was a knock at his door. Retracting the tape measure, he stood up and padded into the livingroom. "Scully," he said happily, upon opening the door. Dana Scully gave him a suspicious looked. That tone of voice never set well with her. "I thought I would drop off the expense reports for you to sign," she said. "I was in the neighborhood." She didn't want to sound like she'd come all the way from Ge orgetown just to drop off expense reports. Not that Mulder had a life either. "Great, I'm glad you dropped by," Mulder said leading Scully into the apartment by the wrist. "I could use some help." "Doing what?" Scully asked as she was led down the hallway. Mulder cajoled her into his bedroom. "Measuring. I need to get a new bed. Preferably not a waterbed," he added with a grimace. He'd been attempting to measure the frame to see if he could get a mattress that would fit it, thus foregoing the purchase o f a boxsrping and regular frame. He handed her the end of the tape and gave her his best boyish grin. Scully caved, as she always did, and proceeded to help her partner measure the bed frame. "So, you never did tell me when you got a waterbed, Mulder," she said in between reading off measurements. "Remember when I dragged you off to Area 51?" Mulder jotted down the last measurement on a pad of paper and Scully nodded. "Well, when I got back to my apartment, I had a waterbed. The entire room had been cleaned out and redecorated. I have no idea w hat happened to everything. Thrown out I guess." He shrugged. "Really weird me out for a while. I thought maybe it was a gift, but I don't exactly have a lot of friends, especially who enjoy interior decorating." "That's definitely, odd, Mulder," Scully said, "considering you said it's prohibited in the lease." "Well, my nice gift cost me a nice amount of money," he grumbled. "I figure I can at least get a regular mattress and keep the frame." Scully looked over the bed from her crouched position on the floor. She raised an eyebrow. "You just like the mirror, Mulder. Admit it." "I'd like it better if there was something entertaining to watch in it," Mulder leered. Scully blushed and tried to hide her flushed cheeks by standing and looking around the rest of the room. She'd never actually opened the door to this room. Mulder said doing so would be like opening Pandora's Box, so she'd taken his word for it. "The bedposts could be promising, too," Mulder offered playfully picking up his handcuffs from the dresser. He saw a strange look cross his partner's face. "What?" "Nothing." Scully shook her head. "I just got a strange feeling of deja vu." Mulder wagged his eyebrows. "I thought you didn't believe in deja vu?" "I don't," Scully replied defiantly. "Even after the bank?" She rolled her eyes. "You've probably just watched Groundhog Day one too many times, Mulder." "It's a good movie," he said in protest. "So, handcuffs and bedposts, huh? Mine specifically?" he inquired in a low voice. Scully smirked. "Your bedpost, my handcuffs." "Having those erotic dreams about me again, Agent Scully?" She smiled, feeling playful for once. The whole undercover as husband and wife thing had gotten her thinking. More seriously than usual, anyway. Sure, she'd been pissed the entire time, but then again she'd had PMS, and you couldn't blame anyone for t hat. "Oh, yeah, the one with the whipped cream and black vinyl," Scully tossed back, pleased with the surprised look she got in return. She usually didn't allow the banter to go this far. "So, are we finished here?" "Yeah, I think so," Mulder said, checking over his slip of paper. "I was gonna go out now, you wanna come?" Hard and screaming, Scully thought but bit her tongue. "And help you buy a mattress?" He shrugged. "Why not?" She sighed. "I don't know, isn't that a job for the person or persons sleeping in the bed?" "I'm all for sharing," Mulder replied. "Oh, all right." "All right, you'll help me find a bed, or all right you want to sleep with me?" he leered. Scully made a point of looking like she was weighing her options. "What side of the bed do you sleep on?" she finally asked. Mulder gave her a funny look. "Right side." "Hmmm. Well, I'll get back to you on the second one." She smiled. "Shall we go?" Mulder laughed and shook his head. Scully wanted to play. This could be interesting. ~.~.~. "How 'bout this one?" Scully asked falling beside Mulder onto one of the king-sized mattresses in the showroom. This is oddly familiar, she thought. "Mmmm, too firm. It feels like laying on the floor." He looked up at the ductwork in the warehouse ceiling. "You're bed is comfortable, what I can remember of it." Scully didn't know what to say to that. "Let's move on then," she said getting up and locating another bed. She flopped down and Mulder joined her a second later. "Better," Mulder said. "I feel like Goldielocks," Scully said. "Too hard, too soft, just right...." "Think we can find some porridge for lunch?" She laughed. "Just pick out a mattress so we can go. I would like some food eventually." When Mulder didn't say anything, she sat up and followed his line of site. Strait to Agent Willmore from their former work area in the bullpen. She was grinning at them like an idiot. "Scully?" "Yeah?" She watched the young woman retreat out of site. "That can't be good." "What?" "You. Me. Buying a bed is for the people sleeping it. Together," Mulder said with a suggestive wave of his hand. Scully groaned. "Great, Mulder. Why did I agree to this? Now not only will everyone think we're doing it on your desk. Now we're secretly living together!" "Did you know there's a rumor that we've been secretly married since '94?" he said standing and pulling his partner to her feet. "No, I hadn't heard that one." "It isn't as popular as the others. That WOULD be kinda hard to pull off. Taxes, insurance, and all that. Hmm. I guess I like that one," he said pointing to one of the previous bed's they'd tested. "That one's fine, Mulder," Scully said exasperated. He called the salesman over and gave the various information to have it delivered by evening. He returned to escort her out of the store. "So, you still holding out on me on my offer?" "Huh... oh... ah." Shit. Mulder unlocked the car. "What side of the bed do YOU sleep on?" He knew they were getting close to crossing that now very blurry line between friends and lovers. It's about time, he thought, hoping she kept the game going. She did. "Left," she said. "Do you snore?" "No." "You do to." They got in. "I most certainly do not!" Scully argued, buckling her seatbelt. "Six years, Scully. Motel rooms with paper thin walls. Stakeouts. You snore," Mulder laughed. "Well so do you!" she shot back, crossing her arms. "I never said I didn't," he replied with a satisfied grin. "So where do you want to eat? We have four hours before the mattress arrives." "Ripleys I guess. We can see if Willmore has set the rumor mill in motion yet." ~.~.~. "... So I was grounded for a week," Mulder said through a mouth full of his burger. "You're joking." "No, it really happened. I was quite a precocious child. Plus, her skirt was rather short... as was I." He grinned mischievously. Scully laughed and shook her head. She dipped a French frie in some ketchup. "I can't believe you got caught looking up Jackie O's dress. That's awful, Mulder." "I didn't see it that way." Scully kicked him under the table. "So, what's the most embarrassing thing that you ever got caught doing?" Mulder wasn't sure how they'd gotten on this topic, but he was quickly discovering that he quite enjoyed conversing with Scully about non-work related topics. Scully sipped her iced tea. "Okay, but then you have to tell me yours. It's pretty embarrassing. REALLY embarrassing, actually. And you can't tell a soul or I will shoot you again." Mulder placed his hands over his heart. "I swear, Scully. Go ahead." She bit her lip. "Okay, well I was seventeen and dating this guy Marcus. We went to prom together." She blushed. "I can't believe I'm telling you this." She cleared her throat and tried to calm herself enough to tell the terrible story. "Missy was a lways the adventurous, if not well... easy one in the family." "This isn't a virginity story!?" Mulder said a bit too loudly. Scully kicked him again. "OW." "SHHH!" She glared at him. When he stopped grinning like a fool, she continued. "Well, my dad had just gotten home from a cruse and Missy and Bill were home from college for the summer. This was late August, and I was heading up to Berkeley in a few w eeks." "Going away present?" Mulder offered. Scully rolled her eyes. "Yes, Mulder, you could say it was my good bye gift to Marcus. Anyway, I convinced everyone I was sick so I could stay home while the family went out for the day. Not thinking to smoothly, I took the phone off the hook. Marcus came over and we... well you know." She blushed. "On the livingroom floor of all places." Mulder had to laugh. He was pretty sure he knew what was coming next. "And they came back because of the phone right? They were worried." She nodded grimly. "And found me screwing my boyfriend, butt naked next to the coffee table. My father grounded me for life, my mother fainted, Missy and Charlie broke into hysterical laughter, and Bill has since hated every man I've ever dated. And I never saw Marcus again, either." She sighed. "Poor guy, scared the bejesus out of him." "So, little Catholic Dana Katherine on floor with a boy." He grinned. "The MOST humiliating experience of my life." Mulder simply shook his head. "I think that's a given for the first time. To traumatize you for life. God must have a terrible sense of humor." "Like you, you mean?" "Watch it, Scully, or I'll tattle on you." "Fine. Now fess up." Mulder sipped his iced tea. "Well, mine wasn't really embarrassing. I guess you beat me by a couple of months. I didn't get laid until college." "Phoebe?" Scully asked with a grin. Mulder smirked. "Yes, Phoebe. It isn't exactly a boost to a guys ego when he finds out his girlfriend has been boinking someone else since about a month into the relationship." "Ouch. I'm sorry, Mulder. I didn't know," Scully said sincerely. He shrugged. "Needless to say, it took me some time to get over it." "Well, I didn't have sex again until med school," she countered. Who would have guessed she'd be talking about her sex life with Mulder. "Really? That long? Anyway, in retrospect, she wasn't that good." "I would have thought she'd be just your type in the sack, Mulder," Scully said with a smile. He feigned a guffaw. "Yeah, I guess I thought so too. I have kind of a track record of finding the wrong woman." "I'm not exactly great in the male department," Scully said. "So what exactly turned you off to Phoebe. Besides the other man in her life that is?" Mulder leaned back in the booth and ate a frie. "Oh don't get me wrong, Scully, she was a great fuck. She could bang up the yinyang. And that's good for the people who want that." He shrugged. "She just wasn't... passionate," he said after searching for the right word. "Truthfully I don't think I've ever slept with a passionate woman. Either they're hard to find or I really am pathetic at relationships." He flashed his partner a self deprecating smile. "So, what about you, find any passion in pas t lovers?" "I don't think I was looking for passion," Scully admitted. "I'm not sure what I was looking for. Domination, I guess." "Really, you??" Mulder asked surprised. "I don't mean like bondage with whips and ropes." "Emotional submission," Mulder said nodding thoughtfully. "I guess I could see that. Always in control and wanting to let go in some aspect of your life." Scully shrugged. "I always got tired of it though. It was only what I thought I wanted. A release. Jack Willis was far from a passionate man." "More anal retentive than you," Mulder offered and received a scowl. "No it's a complement, really. You're just the right amount of anal retentive for my cluttered ways." "Whatever, Mulder." "So, med school huh? That's a few years. How long's it been?" "Since I last had sex?" "No, since you last had your teeth cleaned." Scully sighed. "Seriously? Well, okay, but don't laugh." "I won't laugh," Mulder assured her. "Six years." He cringed and covered his mouth. "Six years!!" "Mulder!!! You said you wouldn't laugh." "I crossed my fingers." "Bastard." Scully frowned and finished her chicken sandwich. Mulder smiled. "I sorry, I wasn't laughing at you." "Yes you were." "No really, I just didn't think. I was thinking of Jerse." "His tattoo made him sleep on the couch." Mulder laughed. "So the real question is: are you master of out domain?" "Six years? Are you kidding? I'm not dead. What about you, Mr. Porn king." "I think I'm offended." Scully sputtered. "Right. So how long since you worked your way through the secretarial pool." Mulder frowned. "Now I'm really offended. Is that what everyone thinks?" He didn't really listen to rumors anymore, aside from the few that had him sleeping with his partner. "Well, yeah, Mulder," she replied rolling her eyes. "You should hear the talk in the ladies room." "What do they say?" he asked intrigued. "Oh, the usual. Who Spooky is banging this week. Yadda yadda." She waved her hand. Mulder crossed his arms. "Well, whoever is claiming to be sleeping with me has an overactive imagination. As far as I can recollect I haven't *banged* anyone since '94. Which was a terrible one night stand when I was feeling a tad more self-loathing th an usual." Scully raised her eyebrows surprised. The way the other female agents and clerical staff gossiped, they'd all had or knew someone who'd known the passions of Special Agent Fox Mulder. She sighed. "We ARE pathetic aren't we. We should go to Agent Johns on's Halloween party this year as dress up as a monk and a nun." "All right, Scully, but I think you'd look better in a habit than me." She giggled and pushed her plate away. "You're crazy, Mulder." He grinned. "I hope you never think otherwise, Scully," he said dropping several bills on the table. Scully put in the tip and they headed out into the late afternoon sun. "We have a few more hours to kill, unless you had something you wanted to do... ." Mulder said. "I think we've established that I have no life, Mulder. Any ideas?" Scully asked. "On what, you getting a life, or something to do to kill time?" he asked heading for the car on the street. "How about both?" Scully said boldly. She stopped and looked at her partner across the roof of the car. Mulder opened the door. "Well, for later I think we should go to the arcade," he said with a boyish smile. "The video arcade?" "Sure, why not." Mulder put on his sunglasses. "As for the former, I say we go back to my place later and christen my new mattress." He got in. "Okay," Scully replied getting in as well and closing her door. Mulder froze for a moment. "Okay... what?" "Okay let's go to the arcade." "Oh." He smiled, chastising himself for even thinking she could mean-- "And then let's sleep together," Scully said, forcing the words out before she could rationalize the idea. Mulder's jaw dropped. She had to be kidding. "You have to be kidding." "Why, is the idea that abhorrent to you?" Scully asked, trying to mask the hurt of his disbelief. Maybe he really didn't feel the same way. There was after all Diana Fowley. Mulder laughed, all be it nervously. "What... abhorrent?" He had pulled into traffic, and looking over saw that he had hurt her. "Just forget I said anything," Scully said quickly. "No, hey," Mulder said reaching across the seat to take one of her hands. "You're really serious? I'm sorry. I didn't mean to laugh. Really. I thought you were joking." "Why?" Scully asked confused. "Because, Scully, I don't deserve you. You're too good for me." "Don't say that. That isn't true," she argued. "It really is that inconceivable to you that I could want you that way?" "Just surprising," Mulder said. "You've never hinted at it before. I mean my profession of love was pretty much unrequited." Scully furrowed her brow. He'd been serious? "Oh, Mulder, I'm sorry. I thought you were just so doped up on kodine that you were delusional. I'm not really your type, anyway." "Yes you are." "Short, skeptical, and redhead?" Mulder stopped at a traffic light and glanced at her. "You're passionate," he said, "and that scares the crap out of me." "I thought that was what you wanted. You really think I'm passionate?" Scully asked surprised. "You disagree with everything I believe." "But you're passionate in those beliefs, Scully. You don't just toss then aside on a whim. You may not be reading the same book I am, but you're just as faithful to your own cause. It's very honorable. I've also never slept with a woman that I truly r espected. Or that I loved," he added softly and continued through the intersection. He realized he was still holding her hand. Scully squeezed it. "I love you too, Mulder. I wish we would have gotten this out a long time ago." "I don't," he countered. "Why not?" she asked confused. Mulder pulled up to the arcade. "Because, Scully, it wouldn't have been as good. Long courtships lead to the best love making." *Love making* Scully echoed under her breath as she got out of the car. Dear God, they'd gone and done it. The line was crossed and they couldn't go back. She felt Mulder's touch the small of her back and jumped. "Nervous?" he said. She swallowed. "Who me? Nah." But she giggled nervously and looked down at the sidewalk. "We're really doing this aren't we?" "Only if you want to, Scully." He opened the door. "Mulder, I've wanted to for quite some time now. I've been in love with you for quite some time," she added. "So, what's stopping us? It's not written in stone *Thou shalt not fall in love with and sleep with thy partner.*" "It's frowned upon." "So is most of the stuff we do. And the Syndicate is pretty much a pile of ash. Plus, I think C.G.B. or whatever the hell his name is needs us around for his own agenda. I'm sure everyone aside from those secretaries think we're sleeping together and ha ve been for years." She nodded. "Okay, I guess you're right. There really aren't any valid reasons not too as far as others. But what about our partnership. Our friendship?" "I think it would make our partnership stronger," Mulder said. "And our friendship too. Best friends make the best lovers, isn't that a saying? And we obviously have the ability to carry on a normal conversation even if we never have before. It'll giv e us an excuse to build our communications skills. Verbal and nonverbal," he added with a suggestive look. "I love you, Scully," he said, "and nothing will ever change that. You've become part of my soul. I want us to be more. I want everything. I w ant to remember what it's like to be happy, and you make me happy, Dana." *Dana*. Whooboy. "You make me happy too, Mulder. And I do want to do this. I'm that rational one in this relationship right? It's my job to try and convince you otherwise if it's not a good idea. Didn't you tell me that once?" He nodded. "So, are you going to keep trying, or are you going to agree with me for once?" They were ambling through the noisy arcade, filled mostly with teenagers. "Where do you see this going in the future. Us I mean?" "Do you mean like... marriage?" Mulder asked carefully. Scully shrugged. "Possibly." "If I asked, would you say *yes*?" "You mean now?" she asked surprised. Mulder tilted his head from side to side. "I'm not saying a shotgun wedding or anything. Not that I would complain." He stopped her in a corner and turned her to face him. "We don't have to make anything official now, or ever if you don't want to, but you're the only woman I can see myself growing old with, Scully." He brought up a hand to caress her face and spoke in a low voice. "I WANT to grow old with you, Scully. I want you to be my wife." Oh God. Scully swallowed hard against the building tears. "Really?" "Yes," he said. She smiled. "Then I would be honored to marry you, Fox?" She wasn't sure how he would react to his given name, but he smiled brilliantly. "You can call me anything you want, Scully," he said taking her hands and kissing them. "Aren't you supposed to kiss me now?" she asked quizzically. He grinned. "I think if I did, I'd physically and verbally embarrass myself." "I doubt anyone would notice," Scully said of their loud surroundings. "Maybe, but I'd rather we were alone. Once I kiss you, Scully, I don't think I'll be able to stop. Seriously, I think we would have ended doing it right there in the hallway if that bee hadn't stung you." She smiled and nodded. He was probably right. When the floodgates opened, there would be no way to shut them again until they were naked and spent in each other's arms. She stiffened against the tingling in her nether regions the images conjured up. "You okay?" "I'm fine," she gave her patented response. "They just better deliver that mattress on time or I'll have to settle for the couch." "We can do it there too if you want," Mulder said with a grin. "And in the shower, the kitchen floor, the *livingroom floor*." He made her blush. "And then all over again at your place. Then we can start at work. I've always wanted to do it with you on the roof of the Hoover building at night. I don't know why." "I had this dream once about us in the Oval Office," Scully admitted. "It didn't involve cigars did it?" She laughed. "No, it was definitely not the democratic definition of sex. Not that I haven't thought about that too." "I never pegged you for an oral sex kinda gal," Mulder said finding an empty game and starting it up. Scully shrugged. "I'm not really, but you inspire me. Plus, I always figured you'd be the kind to give back what you get, and that damn oral fixation of yours...." "Ah yes, my oral fixation. I can't wait to fixate it on you, Agent Scully," he leered at her. "I've been wondering what you taste like for years." ~.~.~. Two hours later Scully had proudly whooped her partner's ass at Mortal Combat. Mulder just laughed and told her that her kungfu was the best. "So, back to your place?" she asked, nervous again. "Back to my place," Mulder agreed. The half hour drive was completed in ten minutes. "Oh, good they're here!" Mulder said as the truck pulled up after them. He and Scully searched his apartment for sheets while the delivery guys brought in the mattress. Once set in place, Mulder gave the three guys a generous tip and some drinks for the road. "Well," Scully finally said. They were standing together in the doorway of his room, staring at the freshly made bed. "I guess we should...." Mulder said moving to face his partner. "Right." "I don't think I've ever been this nervous in my entire life," he admitted, unsure of wear or how to begin. "Me either," Scully said. Taking the initiative, she slowly moved into Mulder's personal space and tilted her head up in invitation. He followed her move and bent to kiss her, brushing his lips ever so gently against hers. They shivered. The second kiss was chaste, but long enough to feel the slow burn the pressure left on the other's lips. The third kiss started.... And never really stopped. The initial gentleness of the first two meetings quickly was replaced by need. Mulder crushed his lips against his partner's, his hands sliding under her small black sweater. Her breath caught at the contact of his bare hands on her naked back and Scull y raked her own hands through his mahogany hair. They both groaned. "I think.... we need... lose... clothes," Mulder managed between invasions of her mouth with his tongue. "Mmmm," Scully agreed and slid his leather jacket to the floor. He tight gray tee-shit followed as he worked at the small buttons on her sweater. After some frustration it was added to pile. They began moving toward the bed, working at the flies of the other's jeans. Mulder's came off first just as the backs of his knees connected with the bed. He fell back, pulling Scully on top of him. "I like this position," she said breathlessly. Mulder grinned and replied, "I like it better naked." Her jeans fell to the floor and only their underwear separated them. Scully's plain cotton bra was next. She pressed her breasts into Mulder's palms, amazed at how perfectly he cupped her. "You're beautiful," he said, with wonder in his voice. "So are you," Scully said with a smile. She pulled down Mulder's boxers and he slipped off her bikini panties. "You really are a true redhead," he remarked. "It was hard to tell before with that green goo." "So you had a good look while I was naked and unconscious did you?" She arched an eyebrow. He scoffed. "Like you didn't!" She blushed. "I knew it." "You're much more impressive conscious though." Mulder twisted her hardened nipples and made her gasp. "So are you my love," he said and took one pink bud in his mouth. He lavished her with his tongue. "Oh... Mulder," Scully moaned. "Mmmm. That feels so good." She pulled away to sit and straddle him. "I never thought I would get to touch you like this," she said stroking his impressive erection. "God Scully," he croaked. "Like that Mulder?" He nodded. "Then you gonna luuuuv this," she said in his playful tone. She slid down his body and continued to stroke him. Gently she touched his already wet tip with her tongue. He tasted of salt and musk. Mulder gasped, "Scully you don't have to...." He felt her place her perfect mouth around his head. "Sweet Jesus." Grinning around him and quite pleased with the control she held over him, Scully slid off and then took him in deeper. Perhaps she didn't need to be dominated in bed. She just needed some equality. She felt Mulder shudder when she stroked his balls. S he drew him all the way in and into her throat, her mouth around his base. He was exquisitely hard. She began bobbing her head and working him feverishly. "Oh... Scu... ugh... stop," Mulder panted. "I'm gonna... if you keep... I want... together," he said disjointedly. Unable to deny him, Scully slid off and positioned herself over him. She was already flushed and wet and ready when she slowly slid onto him. She let out a small cry of momentary pain, as muscles unused for years expanded to accommodate entry. "You okay?" Mulder asked concerned. "Did I hurt you?" His concern touched her, but she shook her. "Just out of practice," she said, the pain fading away once he'd entered her completely. She felt him bumping up against her cervix and she was momentarily saddened by the realization that no new life would be created from this act. But the thought was quickly pushed away for another time when Mulder flipped them. "Don't want to hog the mirror," he said with a sly grin. Scully laughed and watched her lover begin to move in the polished glass inside the canopy. He pulled out of her almost all the way and slipped back in a bit more forcefully than before. She lifted her hips to him and soon they had their pace perfected. They tried to make it last as long as possible, but the passion and years of pent up lust were stacked against them. Scully felt Mulder begin to pulse inside her, and her vaginal walls answered by closing around him tightly. In the process they'd flipped several times, Scully back on top. Mulder ran his fingers down the damp skin of his partner's back and cupped her ass. She shifted against him, raising her body vertically, as the tremors began to build in her abdomen. "Mu l... I'm... Ohhhh...." "Come for me, Scully." She moaned in reply and felt his hand slide between them to find her clitoris. He found it and pulled on the sensitized nub. "Oh God!" she cried out in surprise as the orgasm suddenly overtook her. Mulder road her and with a final thrust exploded inside her womb crying out her name. Scully arched her back as he came inside her and felt as if something had snapped deep within her. She came again, uttering something between a word and primal growl as she raked her fingers down Mulder's chest. As the tremors subsided she dropped to bu ry her head in the crook of his neck. "Wow," Mulder panted, wrapping his arms around her small back. Scully took several minutes to get her breathing under control. "That's never happened before," she said through a wide grin. "I think we need to investigate more then," Mulder quipped pulling out of her and drawing her close. "Gimme a minute," Scully chuckled. "How about we try the shower next?" They hadn't even made it under the covers. "Shower's good," Mulder agreed and placed a light kiss on her lips. "I love you so much, Dana," he said. She kissed him back and ruffled his hair. "I love you too, Fox." After ordering "I'll race you!" They leapt up and sprinted for the bathroom. ........... Fin ........... Comments and constructive criticism are welcome. BioGirrl@netscape.net