So Much More
by: Tara W.
Rating: NC-17(you have been warned!)
Category: Post-ep Vignette, MSR, A, RST
Spoiler(s): Requiem(do not read this if you don't like
spoilers)
Disclaimer: Chris Carter owns Mulder and Scully,
and he wrote Requiem, not me.  No copyright
infringement intended.
Archive: Just Ask
Feedback: please, at xtara@abts.net
My fanfic can be found at:
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Summary: Scully's Conception...my wish.

Authors Notes:) This is yet another post-Requiem
fic, and yes, this is my own version of how the baby
was conceived.  However, I *do not* believe that
the special bedroom scene was any more than it was,
nor do I believe, as many other philes, that Mulder
and Scully had sex in 'all things.'  My reason being
that 'all things' was written/directed by Gillian
Anderson, and I doubt that Chris Carter would
allow her such creative control concerning the
relationship between M & S.  Even so, I would hope
that we would at least get to see some kissing if not
a little touching...undressing...rolling around on a
bed...(w/ Moby playing in the background of
course).  This step forward into intimacy would be a
momentous event, so I hope that CC wouldn't
underplay it as to tease us w/ the possibility and
leave us to our own imagination's.  Being a
shipper/smutster, I had to use mine, but this in no
way helps explain just how *Scully* became
pregnant.  I am crossing my fingers that it is in fact
Mulder's baby...regardless of how it was conceived.
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|Scully's Hospital Room|

     *I'm pregnant.*   Alone now, her last words still
echoed in the air, reverberating through her mind,
and finding acceptance in her heart.  If
circumstances were different, perhaps the situation
would seem more plausible rather than the words of
some cruel satirist.  But the circumstances were
different.  The situation seemed plausible.  But the
reality was that even God couldn't give back what
had been taken from Dana Scully.  God did,
however, have a few miracles up his sleeves.
Couldn't this be one, she thought.  So much of the
x-files had worked against Him, so maybe, this was
His way of letting her know that her faith in Him
was not in vain.  Could He have made this truth after
a night of revelations?  Closing her eyes, she flashed
back to the night in question and prayed that nothing
beyond a miracle of God and His love had been at
work.
*****
|Scully remembering *all* of the bedroom scene|

     She had went to him in fear, seeking comfort and
warmth, and wanting his presence.  It had been a
revelation of sorts, her need to go to him, and he
had welcomed her need with open arms.  The night
had been quiet and the sense of fleeting time that
had drawn them even more closer over the last
few weeks seemed a third party amongst the
cabin-decor.
     The words he had spoken took on a haunting
significance as she felt his warm breath against her
ear once more and heard the tender cadence of his
voice. **There's so much more you need to do in
your life.** His gentle touch had swept across her
face. **There's so much more than this.** With
watering eyes, she had inhaled deeply. **There has
to be an end, Scully.** His lips on her cheek fell
sweetly but swiftly, and the tears were held just at
bay as she entwined their hands.  Silence stretched
out between them as he continued to hold her in that
spooning embrace.  The chills she had felt earlier had
subsided into a tingling heat, and a different
sensation of dizziness swayed her mind.  She
tightened her hold of his hand as his arms tightened
around her, neither wanting to let go, and suddenly,
it was there.  In plain sight and within reach, that
something more was staring them both in the face. 
Love.  In that single moment, there was no evading
the emotion that had thickened the air around them.
She turned in his arms, and his hold loosened until
they laid facing one another. **Yes, there has to be
an end, Mulder, but with every ending, there is a
new beginning.**
He smiled and stroked her hair back from her face,
tucking it behind her ear. His hands traced circles
along her back, and it was the most soothing
motion. 
Eyes open, he brought their lips together.  The tip of
her tongue played over his lower lip in a smooth
caress, back and forth, almost in, hovering on the
edge until he caught it between his lips, drawing it
inside.  She relaxed in his arms, her hands sliding up
his chest until she could feel the steady beat of his
heart beneath her palm. They sank deep into the
seduction of their kiss; their tongues exploring in
slow, sensual strokes.  He tasted of the earth, of the
sky, and something salty and only describable as
Mulder.  His full lips fit her own as if they'd been
made together, something she'd never experienced. 
Her hands slid under his shirt and over his bare skin. 
His hands still traced circles along her spine, feeling
the silkiness grow moist from the heat of his palms. 
They parted briefly so that she could skim his
tee-shirt over his head.  She pushed him over
onto his back and draped herself half over his body. 
With one finger she curled his lower lip down and
slid her middle finger along the puffy, wet flesh.  She
felt him smile again before suckling the tip of her
finger into his mouth.  With a shaky breath she
pulled her finger away and pressed his lips closed. 
Moving her hand along his jaw, she felt the rasp of
his light stubble and dipped her head to kiss his
neck.  Pain and pleasure.  Risk and release.  Love
and Hate. They were all tied up in this man, she
thought.
As if they were old lovers, they undressed each
other with a precision of familiarity, revealing no
rush or ravishing need...only sweet perfection.
They were sitting up now; Mulder leaning forward,
legs outstretched with Scully between them, legs
encircling his hips.  Her hands were kneading his
shoulders, her head arched back as his lips trailed
light kisses from her neck to her breasts. His mouth
closed over her nipple and her lips parted on a moan. 
Cradling his head, she began clenching and
unclenching her fingers in his hair. 
She could feel the sucking pull of his warm mouth
on her breast, and she moved closer, tightening her
legs around him which raised her off the mattress. 
His hands slid over her waist to grasp her behind,
and he forced his mouth away to bury his face in her
sweet-smelling hair.  He traced his tongue around
the rim of her ear.  "I love you, Scully," he breathed.
"Show me," she whispered.
He spread his hand between her thighs and gently
nudged them farther apart, nearly setting her on her
knees before him.  Their mouths had met again, and
he used his tongue to set the pace for his hands.  She
was swollen and slick as he slipped a finger inside
her, and her breathless sighs poured into his mouth. 
He repeated the motion, and she rocked against his
hand.  And in one movement, her hand collided with
his wrist, pushing against him to guide their bodies
together.  He took his hand away and sucked in his
next breath and watched as that part of himself
became part of her, and they were one.  
She settled herself and kept still to savor the feel of
him
deep inside her.  Their eyes locked, and all the
world, time and space and heavens and hell
narrowed to that very moment.  The golden flecks
within his hazel eyes seemed to blaze as flames; his
elegant face glistening in a sheen of sweat. 
Everything was in his eyes, all the sorrow and the
love and the passion that had ever been, was right
there as they began to move together.  She felt it
all coming together within her, tighter and tighter,
and her entire body begged for mercy as his own
shuddering sent his release flowing through her.  He
gripped her hard, pressing his face to her neck, and
just as she felt she would shatter into a million tiny
pieces, her arms embraced him fiercely and her
thighs tightened against the sides of his lean waist
and it hit her.  Every emotion shared between them,
merged as their bodies, and fled away with the cry of
release.  Shaking from passion and tears for all of
their years apart, she kept them as one even as their
bodies stilled and stowed it all away for a time when
he would not be with her, when she would not feel
him this way.  She wanted to say I love you, Mulder,
but could only whisper his name over and over and
over.
*****
|Present Time Scully's Hospital Room|

     Dozens of half-explainable scenarios fleeted
through her mind, and her smiles altered with each
thought from joyful expectancy to disbelief to
trepidation to settle on her tearful reflection of
wistful wonder.  Her hands slowly moved across her
lower abdomen, a movement of cautious reverence,
and in search of inner solace, they crisscrossed to
rest against her elbows in a sheltering embrace.  This
was a miracle of love.  A single teardrop fell onto
her entangled arms, and she remembered another
time when he had been lost to her.  It seemed like
only yesterday, but she had found him then just as
she would find him again.  She had to.

*The End*

(As always, my fanfic is dedicated to my two best
friends: Lydia and Shawen.)