Flight 814 - Part 4/4 Summary and disclaimers in Part 1 ***** Forty Hours Later Scully's Apartment The crash of Flight 814 took 21 lives, including those of the pilot and co-pilot. Not bad considering 125 people had been on board. The cause of the explosion in the port side engine was still under investigation. Mulder and Scully had both been kept in the hospital overnight for observation, but had been released, along with many others, the next morning. Scully was mildly relieved to discover that the baby she had saved still had a father, who had been waiting at the airport for his family that night. At least his little girl would get to go home. Both agents were given the rest of the week off to recover. Neither were very happy about the forced leave, as they both used work to ease the turmoil in their lives. Scully spent the day after the crash alone in her apartment, finishing up the reports on the Denver case. She didn't sleep well that night and had called up Mulder around 3:30 in the morning without thinking. He hadn't been asleep, and the two had talked about their current favorite subject, nothing, for a couple hours. Scully had been able to sleep for a few hours after that. She decided to spend the next day with her mother, who actually got her to talk about the frightening experience. But, as much as she loved her mother, she was anxious to get home. While she was relived to be alive, she felt discontented after the crash, as if she was missing something. She was parking in her spot in front of her apartment building when she noticed a familiar car parked nearby. With a mixture of excitement and worry, she entered her apartment, not surprised to find the door already unlocked. Once inside, a familiar and very tasty smell made her stomach rumble. Chicken. She smelled chicken. "Mulder?" He came out of the kitchen wearing an apron her mother had given her years ago and she had never worn: Kiss The Cook or You Don't Get To Eat. "Mulder. What are you doing?" "Cooking dinner. Can't you smell it?" He smiled and she felt her breath catch. He rarely smiled like that anymore. He came toward her and reached for her jacket. She let him take it, then turned to face him again. "Why?" "Why not?" He hung up her jacket and headed back into the kitchen. "Hope you like chicken and rice." Scully followed him. "It smells wonderful. Thank you." She entered the kitchen and stopped short. A beautiful bouquet of fresh flowers sat in the center of the table, which had been set for dinner, and two candles burned just out of reach of the blooms. "Mulder," she whispered in astonishment. He began serving the meal, his eyebrows raised in question. She finally sat, glad he didn't pull out the chair for her; that would be going overboard. He took off the apron and sat next to her, rather that at the other end of the table and, giving her one last mysterious look, began to eat. It was incredibly delicious, and Scully ate with gusto. As did Mulder. When she asked him whose recipe he had used, he commented, "Believe it or not, this is Frohike's." After the meal, the two cleaned up in the kitchen, silent but comfortable. Then, still without speaking, they moved into the living room, and sat side by side on the couch. "Well," Mulder finally said on a sigh. "Yeah," Scully sighed in return. "Scully?" "Yeah?" "Or is it Dana? Which do you prefer?" Scully turned toward him. "Both," she said. "I want both." Mulder smiled. "Me, too," he whispered. They sat silent for a while, neither sure what to say next. Mulder broke the silence first. "I think, after all these years, I was afraid that if I tried to get to know Dana, I'd loose Scully. And Scully is my best friend." He looked at her again, his eyes wide, praying for understanding. She nodded. She understood. Perfectly. "Sometimes," she started, "after we've been working a hard case, and we're both exhausted and we can't see straight, I watch you as you drive off to your apartment. It feels all wrong. Like we should be going home together." She had been looking at her hands while speaking, and looked up now, only a little surprised to see his face so close to hers. His eyes were dark, holding that intensity she found so exciting. He leaned in closer. "You know that dream I had on the plane? The one you woke me from?" She nodded ever so slightly. "It was you I was dreaming about." Scully felt her heart skip a beat. Of course, she knew it hadn't really. But it sure felt like it. She moved in, and he met her halfway. The kiss was soft and slow. Simple and easy. Lips upon lips, with no real pressure from either side. Scully moved her head back a bit and Mulder followed, leaning in toward her. She smiled slightly and parted her lips. His eyes dropped down to look at her parted mouth, then they met hers again as he accepted the invitation. Scully had never really believed in real romance, the kind books were written about. But when Mulder wrapped his arms around her and drank from her, she believed. His tongue was deep in her mouth, but it far from invasive, and his lips were never still. She pulled back again and did something she had wanted to do for years: She took his lower lip in her mouth and sucked on it gently, then ran her tongue along its smooth surface. He groaned in response, and then pulled away, his eyes bright. "Maybe we should wait." His voice had an edge to it. Scully was astounded. "For what?" she demanded, glancing downward at the rising bulge in his lap. That was proof he didn't really want to wait, wasn't it? "'Til we're married," he whispered. Scully leaned back even further, and she let out an exasperated laugh. "What?" Mulder asked, laughing a bit as well. But there was no laughter in his eyes. He's dead serious, she thought. "I don't want to wait," she said, her voice breathy. "Then we'll just have to get married right away." "We can't just get married," Scully argued, but her heart was pounding with pure excitement. "We CAN just." He gripped her shoulders tightly. "I love you and I don't want to lose you!" "Mulder," she started, reaching for his arms. "Fox," he interrupted her. "It's Fox." She shook her head. "But that's just it. If we get married, I might lose Mulder. And I don't know if I can survive that." His hands slid down her arms and grasped hers lightly. "If we get married, you will BE a Mulder." She couldn't argue with that. As old-fashioned as she was, she knew she would take his name if they married. "That's not what I meant, and you know it." She squeezed his hands. "I guess I can't use the excuse of 'this is so sudden', can I?" She reached up and placed her hand on his cheek. "I love you so much, Mulder. But do you realize what a big step getting married is? What about work? What about the X-Files?" He sighed and lowered his eyes. "I've thought about all that, Scully. I have!" He looked up again. "We can work it out. I know we can. It won't be easy, but I think we can keep our private lives separate from our work. And who gives a shit what the Bureau thinks about it. Everyone thinks we're a couple already anyway." Scully could see the truth in his eyes as he spoke, and she knew he had more arguments in his head as to why they should get married. She didn't need to hear them. "Yes," she said softly. Mulder leaned back to look at her. "Yes, what?" She smiled through the tears already falling from her eyes. "Yes, I'll marry you." She saw the flair of excitement flash in his eyes. "On one condition!" she exclaimed before he could say a word. His eyes shuttered. "What?" he asked warily. She leaned into him again. "That we don't wait," she whispered against his lips. "Why, Dana! I'm shocked," Mulder said back, though his voice was amused rather than shocked. "And here I was trying to be a gentleman and respect your Catholic sensibilities..." "I may be Catholic, Mulder, but I have wanted this for more than seven long years. Now, I could be good and say that after waiting this long, what's a few more days? But I don't want to be good." "What do you want, Scully?" She smiled and, without saying a word, started to kiss him once more. ************************************************** The time had come. There was no turning back now. Not that he wanted to. The woman of his dreams had just agreed to be his wife, and now she wanted to make love to him. There was no doubt in his mind that the future would be difficult; but he and Scully had weathered so many storms already, he knew they would be okay. And, as for right now, he just wanted to feel happiness and pleasure in the arms of this woman. Mulder had imagined this moment many times in the past. In the lucid dreams, the ones he could control, he imagined picking her up and carrying her to her bed, undressing her slowly and completely, kissing her and touching her just as slowly, just as completely. He imagined watching her blue eyes turn dark with desire and her body quiver beneath his touch, and then holding on to his own completion just long enough to watch her come undone beneath him. But he, of all people, should have known that even the best laid plans often changed due to unforeseen circumstances. What he hadn't imagined, but should have known (if only because his non-lucid dreams told him so), was that he would lose complete and utter control when she touched him. There would be no softly whispered words of love. Nor would there be a slow, seductive exploration of bodies. After Scully kissed him, his ever-in-control mind lost it, and his body took control. Maybe it was because it had been a long time since he had had real, honest sex. Or maybe it was because the woman next to him was remarkably seductive. Most likely it was a combination of the two. But never had Mulder lost such complete control during sex as he did that night. He turned toward her, letting his hands roam over her still clothed body. He continued to kiss her, open mouthed and hot, all over her face and neck. Her sighs and moans only encouraged him. He grasped her breasts roughly, almost pulling back when he heard her gasp. But then she arched her back, pressing them harder against his hands. He squeezed them lightly, experimentally. "Oh, Mulder." Scully's voice was mostly air. Oh, yeah. She was definitely approving. Her own hands were moving over his body. His shoulders. Down his back. Over his buttocks. There she stopped, giving him a squeeze similar to the one he had given her. His hips jerked in reaction, and he heard her let out a throaty laugh. He wanted to say something, some smart remark. Something to slow things down without dampening the mood. But he made the mistake of leaning back slightly to look into her eyes. Never had he seen Scully's eyes like this, dark blue and stormy. Her mouth was open as she tried to catch her breath, and her lips were swollen looking. "Mulder?" she whispered, obviously wondering why he had stopped. He sat, in awe of the situation. He was about to make love to Scully. And he wasn't dreaming. With a low sound in his throat that sounded suspiciously like a growl, Mulder reached for her. "Too many clothes," he ground out. "Yes," she hissed, and proceeded to help him with her sweater. Her bra followed, then his T-shirt. They had to separate for a while to rid themselves of their shoes, her slacks, and his jeans, but within seconds they were both naked. Scully moved over Mulder, straddling his lap. The shocking feeling of her breasts against his bare chest allowed his mind to grab control...for a few moments. "Bedroom?" he whispered. "No. Here." Scully's voice sounded desperate. Who was he to turn down the request of a desperate woman? With one last remaining logic cell in his brain, Mulder reached his hand down between her legs to prepare her, only to find her already dripping wet. Her hips were rocking slightly in anticipation, and when he touched her, ever so lightly, she thrust herself against his hand. "Jeez!" he moaned, grabbing her by the waist to still her. His erection had become painful, and there was only one way to ease it. He shoved his hips upward just as she let herself rock into him. Their movements were perfectly timed, and he slid easily past her folds and into her body. She was hot. And wet. And tight. So tight. "Oh, Mulder," she moaned, and she began to rock her hips again. It felt far different than the normal thrust and pull of missionary sex. Scully's movements were small, but he could tell that they caused him to rub along her clit, and she gave a tiny whimper after every small thrust. It felt wonderful. He could do this all day. But he still hurt. He needed more. "Scully," he said, his voice harsh sounding. Her eyes, which she had closed after his entry, opened. They were glazed looking, and more erotic than anything he had seen or done yet. "Scully!" His soft shout was a warning of sorts, and Scully tightened the hold she had on his shoulders. He grabbed her waist and, pushing off the floor with his feet and off the couch with his right hand, stood slightly, turned, and threw her onto her back on the couch, letting himself fall over her and into her. He never once left the heat of her body. "Oh!" Scully squealed in surprise as he proceeded to thrust into her, hard. But she immediately picked up the pace and arched her hips up to meet his. "Mulder!" she said, again, her voice still higher than normal. "What," he said through clenched teeth, "did you...call...me?" His breathing was ragged. "Mulder," she responded, just as breathless. She had brought her legs up to encircle his waist. He continued to pound into her, merciless. "No," he continued. "That's not what you meant...was it?" He saw her passion filled eyes fill with confusion for a moment, then he saw the startled look that quickly replaced it. He felt her body tense. Every muscle became tight, including the one squeezing him from inside. "FOX!!!!!!!!" The contractions inside her body, combined with her scream, brought about his own release. "YES!!!!!" he yelled in response to both her and his orgasm. Then he blacked out. ************************************************** When Scully came to, the first thing she became aware of was Mulder's body sprawled, unmoving, on top of her. His face buried in her neck, his shaft buried in her body. 'What the hell just happened?' she asked herself. "Mulder?" she said, her voice rough. She relaxed her ankles, which she had hooked behind is back, letting her feet fall to the cushions beneath her. "Hmmmm?" He moved upon hearing her voice, opening his eyes and breathing in deeply. Then he suddenly jerked upward, hoisting himself onto his elbows, taking his weight off her upper body. "What happened?" She felt herself smile. "I was just asking myself that." She paused as he looked at her with confused eyes. "I think we both passed out." "No way. That does NOT happen. That's only a myth." His voice was just as rough as hers. Suddenly, fear filled his eyes. "Oh, Scully. I didn't want it to happen that way." He pushed himself all the way off of her, sitting up on the couch. Scully moaned softly as their connection was broken; she was suddenly empty again. Mulder had his elbows on his knees and his face in his hands. She sat up next to him. "What do you mean?" She placed her hand on his shoulder, loving the feel of his smooth skin, still slick with sweat. "I wanted slow. Romantic. Instead I take you on the damn couch like some fucking dog after a bitch in heat." He refused to look at her. She shivered as she remembered his powerful body looming over her, hammering into her. "I almost feel like a bitch in heat," she whispered. He swung his head toward her. "Scully! I could have hurt you!" She laughed. "Mulder! You would never hurt me. I don't care how out of control you get; I KNOW you would never hurt me." She brought her hand up to his hair, threading the sweaty strands through her fingers. "Besides, I was more than ready. After seven years of foreplay, who wouldn't be?" He stared at her for a while, then slowly smiled. "Yeah. I guess you're right. But I still wanted long and slow. A bed. Candles. The works." She smiled again and moved to straddle him once more. "We'll have enough time for that later." She settled on his thighs. "But for right now, I don't want to change a thing." She felt him stir against her belly and looked down. God, he was huge, even at rest. "My, my. We are fast at recovery, aren't we?" Mulder actually blushed. He brought his hands up and around her, sweeping them up and down her back. She shivered and he smiled as he felt it. "You aren't mad at me for taking charge the first time?" Her laugh was low and throaty. "Mulder. I have never experienced anything quite like what we just did. It was absolutely incredible. You actually think I'm mad at you for it?" She leaned in and kissed him, moaning into his mouth when he brought his hands around to play with her breasts. "Scully?" he said when he came up for air. "Hmmmm?" She had started kissing his neck, slowly working her way down. "You know why I didn't want you to call me 'Fox'?" She stopped her journey and raised her head to look at him. "Why?" "Because I knew from the start that I could love you, and I didn't want to. I tried to keep the relationship professional. Last name only." He reached up and brushed her hair off her forehead. "But it didn't work." Scully swallowed hard when she saw the tears in his beautiful eyes. With a sigh, she blinked several times, trying to keep her own at bay. "Mulder...Fox...It doesn't matter to me what your name is." She tilted her face up and kissed his forehead. "I love YOU, not a name." His smile was brilliant. "Ditto, Dana Katherine Scully, soon to be Mulder." He took her mouth again in a deep, wet kiss. "You'll always be Scully to me," he said when he pulled away. "I hope you don't mind?" She shook her head. "No. I don't mind. As long as I get to call you Fox when we're alone." "Deal." He reached down between them and inserted two long fingers inside her, causing a new wave of moisture to saturate them both. "Ahhhhh." Scully found herself speechless. "Is this okay?" Mulder asked. "Oh, yessssssssss." She rested her forehead on his shoulder. "More?" She could only nod her head against him. He pushed both fingers further inside and bent them slightly upward. Scully's hips jerked sharply and she gasped. "Mulder!" she moaned. "Yes?" "More!" Slowly, he began to push his fingers in and out, bending them at just the right moment to cause more friction, and his thumb began to rub an even more sensitive spot. Scully's mind dimmed, her vision became a riot of color, and she found herself on the edge all too soon. And it was there that he left her. She groaned, mad she hadn't gone over, yet glad as well. Even though her mind was fuzzy, she had a feeling Mulder wasn't done with her yet. When she felt his thick shaft penetrate her, she sighed in utter happiness, and began rocking. This time, she knew Mulder would let her set the pace and finish in this position, even if it killed him. Slowly, she rode him. Up. Down. Forward. Back. A slight twist of the hips here. A squeeze of her internal muscles, muscles she had never thought she'd ever use again, there. She leaned far back, opening her legs even wider, allowing him to push himself into her to the hilt. She was proud of the fact that her small body could take him all, but not surprised. They were made for each other, after all. When she sat up again, his eyes popped open. They were glazed over with passion, but there was a suspicious glint in them, too. Scully was ready for anything. She leaned into him and spoke against his lips. "Bring it on, baby." He smiled, then grabbed her shoulders and pushed her upper body back again. Then he leaned forward and took a nipple in his mouth. He suckled her, ran his tongue along the peak, then suckled some more. With every pull of his mouth, her vagina clasped around him tighter, until they were both moaning uncontrollably in time with their synchronized, erotic dance. It came without warning for both of them, and at exactly the same moment. Mulder pulled his head up and their eyes met as they fell over the edge together. ************************************************** It was two in the morning before they finally made it to Scully's bed, where they promptly fell asleep. When the early morning sun woke Mulder, he found himself literally wrapped around her. It was not an uncomfortable feeling. In fact, he thought he would enjoy waking up this way every day. He closed his eyes, intent on going back to sleep, when the phone rang. Scully jerked in his arms. In a reflexive move, he pulled away from her and reached for the phone. "Mulder..." Scully's sleepy voice came from behind him. "I got it." "No. Wait." She reached for him, but it was too late. "Hello?" Silence. "Hello?" he tried again. His brain was finally waking up to where he was. To what phone he was answering. "Fox?" Mulder sat bolt upright. "Mrs. Scully?" "Yes." He could swear he heard a smile in her voice. Scully was reaching around him, trying to grab the phone. Mulder eluded her. "Ummm, would you like to talk to Scully?" he asked tentatively. "No. That won't be necessary. I was just going to ask her how her evening went." She paused. "But I have a feeling it went very well. Tell her I said 'hello', Fox." "I will. Goodbye, Mrs. Scully." He couldn't stop a wide smile from forming on his face. "Goodbye, Fox." With that, she hung up. Mulder placed the phone back in its cradle and flopped back down on the mattress. Scully was leaning on one elbow, a slightly stunned look on her face. "Mulder?" "Your mom told me to tell you 'hi'." Scully eyed him for a while, then she smiled slightly. "At least it was her and not Skinner." "Skinner make a habit of calling you at 6 in the morning?" "Only when it's to get you out of trouble." "Too late for that now, don't you think?" He reached up with one arm and pulled her back down next to him. They lay like this for a while, silent and content. Then Scully spoke. "What are you thinking?" "I'm thinking about how it took a near-death experience to get us to admit our feelings for each other. We've both faced death many times. Separately and together. But never with so much time to actually think about AND admit the truth to each other." He looked at her. "Why? Why did we wait so long?" Scully shrugged. "I don't know, Mulder." She leaned over him, planting a kiss on his chest. "And I'm not going to worry about it. We're together now, and that's all that matters." He nodded. "You're right. So. Dana. What's for breakfast?" She looked at him, eyebrows raised over her patented Scully glare. "You're asking me?" "Hey! I cooked dinner!" She groaned and slid out of the bed. "All right. I'll go see what I've got...after I shower." Mulder folded his hands under his head and watched her walk across the room naked. "Hey, Scully?" She stopped at the bathroom door. "Yes?" How could someone look so cute and so sexy at the same time? he thought. "I love you." She seemed flustered at his simple words. Then she smiled. "I think I'm going to need someone to scrub my back. Interested?" Mulder was out of the bed in a flash, and followed her smiling face into the bathroom. THE END How do you define normal?