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part 5
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Scully saw that the water was boiling nicely when she returned to the
kitchen, so she dumped the spaghetti into the pot. She then found a 
vase for the flowers and ran the water to fill it up before arranging
them neatly inside. She put the vase on the table beside the candle 
and admired their simple beauty again.

Mulder had certainly floored her by bringing flowers, and he had 
looked so adorably nervous as he gave them to her. He had reminded 
her of a teenage boy  on his first date, just as she had felt like a 
girl getting ready for one.

Until she had seen the desire flare in his eyes. Then she had felt 
like a woman. A woman who wanted her man.

Scully blushed, and pressed her palms briefly to her hot cheeks be-
fore taking a deep breath and retrieving the wine she had bought 
earlier. She rummaged in the cupboards until she found the pretty 
crystal goblets her mother had given her years ago. She opened the 
wine and poured each glass full, lifting hers to take a calming sip.

When she felt more in control, she put her glass back on the counter 
and picked up Mulder's, heading to the living room to bring it to 
him. He was meandering around the room but stopped as she approached 
him. When he accepted the glass from her, he stared into her eyes for
long moments. She felt her cheeks go hot again, and inwardly cursed 
her pale Irish complexion.

She stared in fascination as the muscles in his jaw worked as he took
a sip, at how his Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed. She wanted to 
press her lips to it, to trace it with her tongue. She noticed then 
that Mulder was watching her, and he seemed...amused, almost. She 
blushed again and stammered some excuse about needing to check the 
sauce. She nearly ran back to the kitchen.

Dana, what is wrong with you? she asked herself. She shook her head 
slightly. My God, she was nervous. She knew she did not need to be, 
this was Mulder. Her best friend, her confidante, and if she didn't 
lose her nerve tonight, her lover as well. She also knew Mulder would
never voluntarily hurt her, and that if she were to start something 
she was not able to finish, he would be there for her, with her.

She would be lying to herself if she did not admit she had wondered 
what it would be like to make love with Mulder, before the rape, and 
even more so in the last few weeks. His looks were definitely a major
attraction, but it was more than that. His intelligence, his dedica-
tion, his passion. His intensity, and yes, even his sense of humor. 
His caring and concern for her.

He was the center of her universe.

Realizing she was just standing in the middle of the kitchen having 
an internal debate with herself, she shook her head and stepped over 
to the counter to start slicing the bread. Her movements were quick 
and efficient, and within minutes she was arranging the bread in a 
linen napkin draped basket, which she placed on the table. She turned
back to the stove when music from the other room caught her atten-
tion. Mulder had turned her stereo on.

She listened as the first strands of Savage Garden's "Truly, Madly, 
Deeply" began to play. She had popped their CD on a few nights ago 
while relaxing on the couch, and had forgotten it was still in the 
player. She wondered what Mulder was thinking as he listened to it. 
It was a very pretty song, and she always thought of him when she 
heard it. She heard the stanza about a new beginning, and thought, 
tonight will be our new beginning.

She checked the sauce, and seeing it was ready, turned the burner 
off, giving it a quick stir. The pasta, which she had thrown in the 
boiling water before she poured the wine, was done as well. She lift-
ed the heavy pot and emptied the pasta into the strainer in the sink,
leaning her head back slightly as the steam rose in a great whoosh. 
As it drained, she stepped over to the doorway and poked her head 
out, spying Mulder reclining on her couch in his sock feet, his eyes 
closed.

"Mulder," she called. "Dinner's just about ready."  She turned around
and went back to the counter, reaching up in the cupboard to get the 
plates down. The first awareness she had that Mulder was in the room 
was when she smelled his cologne.

Instead of sitting at the table, he moved to stand close behind her. 
She could feel the heat of his body, and then his hands were stroking
up and down her arms, from her shoulders to her wrists.

"Aren't you hungry?" she asked, hearing the tremor in her voice. A 
tremor from excitement and desire.

"Not for dinner," was his husky response, whispered near her ear. It 
sent shivers up and down her spine.

His hands spun her gently until she was facing him and as she met his
eyes, the intensity in the hazel depths had her heart thumping madly.
She watched, her own eyes widening, and then drifting shut, as his 
head lowered slowly towards hers. Her hands fluttered before coming 
to rest on his chest. And then his lips were covering hers. Warm and 
firm, exerting just the slightest of pressure. She felt pleasure, 
clear down to her toes, and her mouth opened, allowing his tongue to 
swoop inside, deepening the kiss.

His hands left her shoulders to slide down her back, pulling her 
tightly into his body, her own arms moving to wrap around his neck, 
the fingers of one hand curling in the hairs at the nape of his neck.
She could feel his hard strength everywhere, her chest, her belly, 
her thighs, and she thrilled at the contact.

Long, delirious moments wrapped in his arms, in his kiss.

He dragged his lips away from hers, pulling back slightly, and she 
moaned at the loss, her eyes coming open to see him looking at her. 
"Is this okay, Scully?" he said, and she could hear the desire, the 
need, in his voice.

She nodded, smiling tremulously, and then Mulder was sweeping her up 
in his arms. She gasped at the sensation, tightening her arms around 
his neck, and he started for her bedroom. If someone had asked her 
before this moment, she would have answered that it was an antiquated
gesture that belittled a woman's strength. But now, all she could do 
was relish his strength as he carried her with ease.

Mulder was so careful as he carried her, as if she were the most pre-
cious of cargo. He turned sideways to ease through her bedroom door, 
so that no part of her touched the frame at all. He paused beside her
bed and Scully felt the muscles in his arms flex, before he slowly 
loosened his grip on the one beneath her legs. Her body slid along 
his, and she thrilled at the contact, until she was standing in his 
embrace.

His hands came up to frame her face, his thumbs stroking her cheek-
bones, and he stared deep into her eyes. "Are you sure, Scully?" he 
asked in that husky voice that did wonderful things to her insides.

Scully met his eyes without fear, hoping he could see her desire. She
nodded and said, "Make love with me, Mulder."

He smiled then, a boyishly happy smile, and she smiled in return. His
eyes traced the features of her face lovingly before his face turned 
serious, intent. His hands drifted slowly down her face, one thumb 
brushing over her lips, which parted at the contact, before he was 
once again lifting her in his arms. He stepped closer to the bed, one
knee coming up on the mattress to brace his weight, until he had de-
posited her gently in the middle. He settled himself on his side next
to her, coming up on his elbow to stare down into her face.

Scully could feel her heart pounding, and her limbs felt heavy, 
weighted. With desire. She reached up her hand to stroke his cheek, 
and he turned his face to press a kiss into her palm before his hand 
came up to grasp hers. He laced their fingers together, brushing his 
lips over her knuckles, and then moved her hand to rest up alongside 
her head. He pulled his hand free and stroked it through her hair as 
his face descended to hers. She lifted her chin slightly to meet his 
lips, but he merely grazed her mouth, trailing up her cheek to her 
eyebrow. He brushed a kiss there, and her eyes fluttered shut. He did
the same to her other eyebrow, and then left light butterfly kisses 
on both eyelids, on her nose, her other cheek, before trailing down 
past her mouth again to kiss along her jaw line. Scully shifted rest-
lessly, the kisses were just this side of ticklish.

She felt him smile against her neck, and then his mouth was nibbling 
at her neck and throat. He mumbled, "Mmmmm...", the sound reverberat-
ing against her skin, and followed the path to her ear. His tongue 
traced the shell before his teeth nipped her earlobe. To ease the 
sting, he soothed the lobe by suckling briefly. Finally, he brought 
his lips to hers, pressing firmly. Her mouth opened immediately, hun-
gry for his kiss, and his tongue darted inside to duel with hers.

Scully shifted again, moaning questioningly into Mulder's mouth. He 
slanted his head to deepen the kiss, and Scully felt one of his hands
skimming along her collarbone and up the arm that lay beside her 
head. He curled his hand briefly around hers, squeezing once before 
sliding it back down. His nimble fingers began to unbutton her 
blouse. He undid each one slowly and deliberately and then parted her
blouse.

He pulled from the kiss, lifting his head to study the flesh he had 
bared. Scully felt her nipples tighten more than she thought possible
with the heat of his stare. "Scully," he whispered. "You are so beau-
tiful."  His hand hovered in the air for a moment as he watched her 
face for her reaction, before lowering to cup her breast. Scully 
moaned again, thrusting her chest forward, encouraging him to in-
crease the pressure. His touch remained gentle, light.

"Mulder."  Her voice was husky, and just the tiniest bit embarrassed,
almost feeling the urge to beg. "Mulder, you don't have to treat me 
like glass. I won't break. Touch me, Mulder."

He obliged, squeezing her more firmly, before his thumb rubbed over 
her nipple, back and forth. Pleasure shot through her, and heat pool-
ed between her legs.

"Mulder, please," she groaned. She could not control the restless 
movements of her body, her chest thrust forward again, and her head 
moved from side to side on the bed.

He took the hint, rolling the nipple between his index finger and 
thumb.  "Do you like this, Scully?" he asked, and his voice was like 
smoke. She could only nod in response, too lost in sensation. He con-
tinued his ministrations with that nipple for a moment, before trail-
ing his fingers across to her other breast, to tease its peak as 
well.

Scully wanted to touch Mulder as much as she wanted his touch. She 
shifted so that she could put her hands on his chest. She could feel 
the heat of his body through his shirt, and it made her want his bare
skin. Her fingers fumbled awkwardly at his shirt buttons and his hand
left her breast so that he could sit up. He made quick work of the 
buttons, and she sat up slightly to help him pull his shirt off.

She had seen Mulder's bare chest more times than she could count, but
for the most part he had been injured or sick, and she had never 
really had the opportunity to study it, to admire it. And admire it 
she did. He was finely muscled, with a light sprinkling of hair that
arrowed down into the waistband of his jeans. She wanted to follow 
its path with her tongue. She brought one hand up to touch a flat, 
brown nipple, and it immediately pebbled into hardness. Mulder in-
haled sharply, and smiling slightly, she leaned forward to touch her 
tongue to it. He groaned her name then, and emboldened, she sucked it
into her mouth, teasing it with her tongue. She used her other arm to
push at his shoulder until he fell back onto the pillow. She shifted,
sliding one leg across his. She lathed the nipple with her tongue, 
before running the point of her tongue across his flesh to the other 
nipple. She showered it with affection as well, as he had done with 
her moments ago.

Mulder brought his hands to her head, fisting them briefly in her 
hair, before stroking his fingers through the strands. "Oh, Scully," 
he groaned, and he thrust his hips against her. She could feel his 
erection pushing at her leg, and then his hands were on her arms, 
lifting her until she was lying full length on top of him. He thrust 
upwards again, and she pushed down against him, drawing another 
groan from him. He slowly slid her blouse off her arms and pulled it 
from her body, tossing it aside, and then her breasts were rubbing 
into the springy mat of hair on his chest.

His hands stroked up and down her back, and she rained kisses on his 
chest, up his throat, along his jaw, and across his face to his lips.
He smiled against her mouth, and she pulled back slightly to look at 
him. His smile widened to a grin. "I can't believe we're finally 
doing this," he said. "Scully, I have to tell you, I've thought about
making love with you, hell, I've dreamed about it, fantasized about 
it, for a very long time, and it's pretty incredible that we are act-
ually here, now."  The grin slowly left his face, and his eyes were 
suddenly serious. "Scully, I know you will probably never forget what
I did to you, but I hope that what happens tonight will..."

Scully placed her fingers over his lips, halting the flow of words. 
"Shut up and kiss me, Mulder," she said, and the gentle smile on her 
face took the sting from the words.

"Yes, ma'am," he said, his own lips quirking into another smile. He 
cupped the back of her neck in one hand and drew her head down to 
his, their lips meeting in a deep kiss. His other hand rested on her 
hip, and with a quick, smooth move, he flipped her onto her back, his
body covering hers.

Her hands danced along his ribs before coming to rest at the waist-
band of his jeans. She pulled at the top button, feeling his stomach 
muscles jump and twitch beneath her fingers. She slowly unzipped him,
letting her hand press a little into the bulge that was barely con-
tained by the denim.

He groaned into her mouth, and then his hands were helping her to 
push his jeans down, his weight leaving her for a moment as he kick-
ed them free of his feet and onto the ground. He knelt over her, his 
fingers running along the waistband of her silk pants for a moment 
before he finally pulled at them. Scully lifted her hips slightly, 
and he tugged them down and off, tossing them towards the floor as 
well.

Mulder's eyes took in her body, lingering at the tiny scrap of blue 
silk that was all that covered her, before he leaned down to press a 
kiss into her stomach. His tongue circled her belly button, and she 
felt the muscles there quiver in reaction. She felt him smile against
her stomach, and then sucked in her breath sharply as his lips ran 
along the waistband of her panties. His teeth scraped over her hip-
bone, and she moaned his name, her hands lifting to clench in his 
hair. He lathed the spot with his tongue, inhaling her skin. It 
smelled like lotion of some kind, and he imagined her smoothing it 
into herself, her hands rubbing and circling. His penis began to 
throb, pushing insistently at his briefs. He thrust against her leg, 
trying to relieve some of the ache. The material of his briefs was 
constraining, and he lifted up from her for a moment and yanked them 
down and off, his engorged penis springing free, before returning 
quickly to lie atop her again.

Scully's hips were twisting slightly, and he took the hint. He re-
turned to her panties and carefully bit at the hem, letting her feel 
the edge of his teeth on her skin. Her hips bucked in reaction, and 
he quickly brought up one hand to help pull the panties off. He re-
leased the material in his mouth and slid them down her legs, throw-
ing them onto the floor. His gaze returned to the nest of curls his 
actions had revealed. He brought his face closer to her, nuzzling his
nose there, before pressing an open-mouthed kiss at her center. 
Scully moaned, and her thighs parted. The scent of her nearly drove 
him wild. Her voice reached him, pulling him from the depths.

"Mulder," she gasped. "I want...we need..."  Her hand gestured feebly
towards her night table. "I bought...I bought condoms."

Mulder looked up at her, to see her watching him, her cheeks flushed,
her eyes heavy-lidded with desire. She swallowed thickly, and he 
could see she was struggling with something. He waited, his heart 
pounding, his breath held. She finally continued, "I don't want to 
use them."  She sucked in a breath, still moving restlessly beneath 
him. "I want to feel all of you."

Her words were like lightning, igniting the flame within his body.

He moved up her body, kissing, nipping and licking, until he was at 
her lips. He plunged his tongue into her mouth, and Scully surprised 
him by sucking at it, her hand gripping at the back of his neck, 
holding his face to hers. His pulse leapt, and he began to move his 
hips, thrusting against her leg, her hip. He felt her slide one leg 
around his waist, bringing her center into closer contact with his 
lower body.  She squirmed beneath him, rubbing herself against him.

His penis hardened almost unbearably at her actions, throbbing with 
need. He shifted slightly and slipped between her opened thighs. He 
nudged at her entrance, and her hand slid down between them to grasp 
him firmly. She guided him inside, and with one quick, hard thrust, 
he was buried to the hilt. They both gasped, and Mulder reared his 
head back to look at Scully's face. Her eyes were tightly shut, her 
teeth biting her lip.

"Scully," he managed to say, trying to keep his hips still, when all 
he wanted to do was thrust and pump, to push them into oblivion. "Am 
I...hurting you?"

She shook her head wildly. "No, Mulder. God, no. You feel...oh, God, 
you feel...you fill me so completely."

Her inner muscles contracted then, squeezing him like a vise, and he 
began to move his hips. He moved up onto his elbows for better lever-
age, and it pushed him deeper. And more firmly against a spot that 
seemed to drive Scully wild.

Her hands clenched at the comforter and she lifted her legs to wrap 
them around his waist. She met him thrust for thrust, twisting 
slightly as she did, grinding her pelvis against his. Her chin jutted
upwards, her head pressing into the mattress and he swooped down to 
cover her mouth with his.

He could feel the pleasure building and building, and his thrusts be-
came quicker, harder. Scully matched his pace, pulling her lips free 
to gasp his name. He tucked his head down, burying his face in her 
hair, feeling his own breaths panting out.

"Ohhhhh...Mulder, I'm going to..." Scully cried. She squirmed more 
frantically, her hands fisting in his hair, her legs squeezing him 
unbelievably tight.

"Let it...go, Scully, let it go," he grunted back, pumping furiously,
desperate to bring her to orgasm. "Please, Scully, come for me."

"MUL-DER!!!" she nearly screamed his name, her hips bucking frantic-
ally. 

Her orgasm tipped him over the edge and with one final thrust, he 
emptied himself into her, groaning her name out in long syllables.

He collapsed on top of her, his hips still moving slightly, before 
twisting with the last of his strength so that she lay sprawled over 
him. He could feel her heartbeat thudding next to his, and her exha-
lations puffing against the skin of his neck.

"Oh, Scully," he sighed. His arms wrapped around her tight, and he 
hugged her to him for long moments before easing his grasp so that he
could stroke one hand through her tangled hair.

He felt her lips press a kiss onto his flesh. And then came a whis-
pered admission, so faint he almost missed it. "I love you, Mulder."

The words sent the most amazing feeling through his entire being, and
erased all the emptiness and pain that had ever been in his heart.

Mulder moved his hands to cup her face, lifting it so he could look 
into her eyes. "Scully, I love you."  He watched as her eyes filled 
with tears and smiled gently at her. He raised his head and kissed 
each eyelid before placing his lips against hers very softly for a 
tender kiss. He pulled back slightly to see her return his smile, her
lips trembling slightly.

He had liked the sound of the words so much, liked saying them to 
her, so he said them again. "I love you."

Her smile widened and she teased, "I think I could get used to you 
saying that."

"I *know* I will love getting used to saying it," was his quiet re-
joinder. 

Scully tucked her head back into his neck and he began to stroke her 
hair again. She murmured, "You know that song that was playing 
earlier, by Savage Garden?  I keep thinking of one of the lines. 'I 
want to lay like this forever, until the sky falls down over me'. 
That's how I feel right now, Mulder."

"Me too, Scully. Me too."

Slowly he felt her breaths come slower and deeper as she began to 
doze. He closed his own eyes, feeling relaxed and comfortable, but 
not sleepy in the least. In fact, Scully's body pressed against his 
was sending signals to a certain part of hi s anatomy. He sighed to 
himself, trying to think distracting thoughts. Scully needed her 
rest, he could wait.

***

Half an Hour Later


Scully sighed as she stretched, feeling muscles pop and flex. Her 
body felt incredible. *She* felt incredible. Like she could dance on 
a cloud, or walk on water.

She became aware of Mulder's hand stroking up and down her back. At 
the next stroke, he continued down further and cupped the cheek of 
her ass, squeezing slightly. She realized that was the wonderful 
feeling that had seeped into her consciousness, dragging her from her
light sleep.

"Mulder," she mumbled into his neck, nuzzling slightly. "I feel...
well, incredible is the only word I can think of right now. I feel 
incredible."  She stretched again, and the motion pushed her breasts 
into his chest. Her nipples hardened at the contact.

"You most certainly do feel incredible, Scully," Mulder said, the 
leer obvious in his voice. His hand squeezed her ass again, and then 
he was flipping them, so that he was once again on top. He bent his 
head to her ear and huskily said, "I promise I am just getting 
started."

The promise, uttered with such intense honesty, had her toes curling 
in anticipation.

"Mmmmmm..." she murmured, as his lips nibbled at her neck. In re-
sponse she ran her hands down his back to squeeze his ass.

"Scully!"

"I've always wanted to do that, Mulder. You have a very fine ass."  
She squeezed it once more, and then slipped one hand between their 
bodies to grasp his already hard penis.

She was wet and ready, and lifting her legs to wrap them around his 
waist, she guided him to her entrance. He slid deep inside with ease,
and they both sighed.  Their bodies moved in concert.

It was not as frantic this time, but no less earth shattering.

Their voices mingled together when they came, each gasping the 
other's name.

***


Two Hours Later


They lay like spoons, curled together under the covers. Scully's rear
end was nestled against him, and as she shifted slightly against him,
he felt his penis begin to stir.

He knew she was not asleep, but merely drowsing, for they had been 
talking quietly just moments ago. He pushed his hips forward, wig-
gling slightly, his lips brushing her shoulder.

Scully's sleepy voice came in the darkness. "Again, Mulder?"  She 
sighed, but Mulder knew it was just an act. She was wiggling back. 
"You're insatiable, Mulder."

"Only for you, Scully," he said.




Outside Scully's Apartment
Georgetown, D.C.


Alex Krycek grimaced at the sounds coming through his earpiece. 
Again?  Jesus Christ, who'd have thought Mulder had it in him. Then 
again, these last few years, no women, watching all those porn tapes,
he guessed a guy would have a lot stored up. And the taste he had of 
Scully six weeks ago must have been a good one.

And speaking of Scully, the woman sounded like a wildcat. He wondered
briefly what it would be like to fuck her, and the thought had him 
shifting uncomfortably in the car seat.

He had spied and eavesdropped on the two of them many times before, 
but he had never had to listen to them go at it like dogs in heat. It
was torture.

Long moments passed. He tapped the fingers of his good hand restless-
ly on a jean-clad knee.

Finally there was silence in his ear. He glanced at the windows of 
Scully's apartment. They were all dark, and everything seemed still. 
Could they be done at last?  Or were they just getting their second 
wind, again?

He didn't care anymore. He had heard enough. He reached over somewhat
awkwardly and scooped up his cell phone. He dialed a number quickly 
and said, "It's done," before disconnecting just as quickly.

Krycek started the car and pealed off into the night.


THE END

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