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	Title: One hand, one heart. Author: Mattress Rating: NC-17 Classification: Mulder/Scully Romance (What else?) Disclaimer: Well, they're not mine. Wish they were, though. Their lives would be a LOT more fun! Summary: Sequel to 'A simple Mistake'. Scully is finally told the best news of her life. Note: The carbon dioxide and potassium sulphate thing? It's a load of bullcrap. One hand, one heart. - NC-17 The sunlight is streaming through the window, making my face feel like it's glowing. Actually, my whole body feels like it's glowing. I'm lying in my bed, snug in my partners embrace, content as a cat sleeping in the sun. Boy. I could get used to this. Just a few more weeks and I'll be able to show him just how much I love him. But if I'm well enough to look after myself, will he go back to his apartment? I really must ask him about that. I don't want him to leave here. I like him sleeping here. And I love sleeping with him, on top of him, curled against him. I love it so much, I couldn't live without this one small pleasure. He's sleeping in today. It's Saturday. And he's taking me to the hospital for my physiotherapy, which I hate. But if I'm going to get better, I guess I have to go. I sigh against his hair, smelling the musty, masculine smell that I love to smell, simply because it smells just so Mulder. Everything I think about when I think of him is in his smell. It's intoxicating, sometimes, and I can't help but wonder how we lived those six years together and didn't realize how much we loved each other. God, I love him so much. So much that it hurts to see him cry, or injured. I feel him shift in my arms. I'm so glad that my arm doesn't hurt me when I move it anymore. It's so nice to put both my arms around him. Sometimes we don't wear nightclothes in bed, and I love that because I can feel him against my body, even if we can't go any further. Not yet. I'm not fit yet. But we wore clothes last night because it was colder than usual. "Hey," I whisper into his hair. I kiss his forehead, softly while he wakes up. "Morning, Scully." He tilts his head up and kisses my nose, then he catches my lips with his and I smile against him, simply because it feels so good to kiss him. He turns around to face me, pulls me closer and kisses me again, running his hands over my arms, down my sides. His fingers trace small, circular patterns across the sides of my breasts as he continues to kiss me, and I moan quietly against his lips, before pulling away, gently. "I have an appointment at ten-thirty," is my reply to his mock-hurt expression. He nods, leaning back into the pillow, closing his eyes. "Get someone else to take you this morning," he moans, covering his eyes with the back of his hand. I smile, stand, shakily bracing my arms on the sideboard and wince at the pain caused by my weakened legs trying to hold me up. I limp into the bathroom, collecting what I need. Hopping back into the bedroom, I lean over the sleepy body of my partner, a mischievous look on my face, and swiftly tip the glass of freezing cold water over his head. "Hey! Hey, that's cold!" He jumps, sitting up, his dripping hair sticking to his head. I perch on the end of the bed, satisfied with my accomplishment, but also knowing that he's going to get me back. As I predicted he stands up, catching me by the waist before I can get away and pulls me against him. "You're gonna pay for that, you little rascal!" I giggle uncontrollably as he tickles and tickles my sides. I helplessly try to push him away from me, but he's too strong. And I'm too weak. He pushes me down onto the bed and holds down my flailing arms. Finally, he stops tickling me, and I stop laughing, and then we're kissing and I know I'm forgiven. I hold his head and our lips join and rejoin, smoothing against each other, erotically. Oh, I'm so happy. I could do this for ever. But I have got to get dressed for the hospital. And so has Mulder. "Come on," I say, finally breaking from his searching lips long enough to get my breath, "We have to get up." He smiles that cocky smile that turns my insides upside-down and sighs. "Yeah. Yeah, okay. Want any help?" I shake my head no and head for the bathroom for a shower. * * * * * * "Hello, Dana!" I look up. "Wow, Carrie! What are you doing here? God, I haven't seen you for ages!" I get up and give her a big hug. Then we sit and start chattering away about everything that happened to us since we last said good-bye. "Where's Mulder?" She asks after a while. "He's gone to the bathroom. He'll be back in a minute. So..." I lean my face close to hers. "What's life brought you since we last met?" "Well," she indicates her cast, still covering her whole leg, hip to toe, "I still have this ghastly thing on, I have one less tooth than you last saw me with and," she leans closer to me, mimicking my actions, "I'm seeing this babe of a guy, who thinks I'm absolutely gorgeous." She sits back, seemingly satisfied with herself. "What about you?" "Well I don't have the cast, but I have to go for physio twice a week, which is almost as bad." I sigh. "And I'm also seeing someone." "I know. You told me last we saw each other." I frown. No I didn't. "No I didn't." "Well, I know you're with Mulder, if that's what you mean." "How did you know?" Now I'm really confused. We were back at my apartment when that happened. We were. "I don't really know. I thought you'd told me. I mean, the way you acted around each other when he came to see you, it was so obvious. You talked about him almost all the time, and you should have seen the way he looked at you. It was obvious," she said again. Now I don't look confused, just interested. "So, the way we acted towards each other, you thought we were in a relationship?" Carrie nods. "Yeah. The way he always kissed you good-bye, the way you touched at every possible opportunity. I mean," she shrugs, "I could go on for ever." I look down in bewilderment. Why didn't I see that? Why didn't I realize that he felt this way about me? Carrie's eyes widen. "So, you weren't..?" She looks suprized and shakes her head. "Wow. Sorry, Dana. But why not?" "We...I...it's a long story." I say, finally. I almost start to tell her, but then I hear footsteps behind us and there he is. "Carrie? Wow, it's so good to see you." Mulder smiles and gives her a friendly pat on the shoulder. "Good to see you too, Mulder." She smiles at me and I shoot her a look that says, not a word. She shrugs slightly, and winks at me, playfully. "So what you been doing?" he asks her. "Well," and she proceeds to tell us everything about this new man of hers. Where they met, what their first kiss was like, what he calls her, what she calls him and a wonderful little poem that he wrote for her. "And Dana told me about you two." Mulder reaches over and squeezes my hand, smiling at me. "I think it's great." She pauses a few moments before going on. "But, you know, I thought you were already seeing each other when Dana was in hospital." I start to blush. "How did you work that out?" Mulder asks her, suprized. "Well," she stops, looking at me, for consent. I nod, giving up, smiling slightly. "You were so close, spiritually, I mean. You were always touching, always flirting," I blush a deeper red, "and you always kissed her good-bye when you left." "I guess your right," Mulder muses, chewing his bottom lip in thought. I know he feels slightly embarrassed. "Carrie Soots, the physiologist will see you now." "Gotta go." She gets up, grabbing her crutches as she goes. "I'll call you." Mulder turns to me. His face is beaming. Mine is still burning. He puts an arm around my back, giving me gentle hug of reassurance before looking around the room, lost in thought. "Are we so stupid?" I ask, bewildered. He looks back at me. "How come everyone else knew, but not us?" He shrugs, rubbing my arm and reaching for my other hand. "Maybe you don't notice what you have, until something big happens to make you realize what you need to make you happy." I raise my eyebrows at him, for once, completely understanding and believing his theory. That's me all over, I think. And I smile because I'm almost completely happy. This leg stops my contentment from being absolute. Maybe after today... "Dana Scully, you're up." I sigh residing myself to the fact that I have got to get in there. Just get it over with, Dana. Hopefully this will be my last time. "Want me to come in with you?" "No thanks." I smile. "I think, this time, I'll be okay." God, he's so sweet. I kiss his nose, before turning and limping to the door of my nightmares. I enter and come face to face with a smiley-faced girl, looking no older than twenty. Her blonde hair is tied back loosely with a red ribbon and her bright eyes make me think twice about that nightmare thing. I figure she's a student. Poor girl, having to put up with patients screaming that they can't lift their leg that high. "Dana, right?" I nod, looking around for the bitch of a physio I usually have. She sees me doing this and smiles. "I'm doctor Sommers, I'm new around here. Doctor Phillips is off today at a funeral, I think." I nod, feeling so relieved. Considering what I did last week, I wasn't so pleased at the thought of seeing her today, anyway. But I won't go into that. When the physical stuff was over, I actually felt better rather than grouchy. I sat down on the mat covering the floor and rested my muscles, she sat at the desk, writing on her clipboard. I wanted to ask her about my sexual situation. I was so nervous about my question. Something told me that, somehow, that she wouldn't be like the other doctor. When I asked, she told me that I shouldn't be doing it outside of marriage, I could have killed her. Finally the time came. "Is there anything that you want to ask me, Dana?" She looked at me with her bright eyes, tilting her head to the side. "Yes, erm, I wanted to know how long it'll be until I can...well..." "Have a physical relationship?" I nod. "Don't be so shy about it. It's nothing to be ashamed of." I look down, embarrassed at my ignorance. "You got on well today. Your hip is completely healed. If you're both careful, you can try it now." I smile, thank her and leave in a hurry to get back to Mulder. "Hey, how'd it go?" And I put my arms around him and kiss him. People are staring, but I don't care, I'm going be able to...oh it's just too amazing. We break apart and I hold him to me, wrapping my arms around his neck. "I guess it went well," he says, a note of what happened in his voice. "Let's get home," I say quickly, turning and practically pulling him out the door into the freezing cold air. Mulder hands me my coat, and I put it on, gratefully. Okay, now I'm happy. * * * * * * "So what are you so pleased about?" Mulder asks me over dinner. I made it really special. Candles, cloth napkins. Ice-cream. Mmmm. I look up from my considerable bowl of strawberry. "Well," I've been meaning to tell him all day, but something held me back. A part of me needed to tell him, but another part of me needed the knowledge that I could take as long as I wanted. I needed the freedom of self-decision. I needed the choice of when. "The doctor told me, I'm fit enough to...be...get...physically intimate, again." He looks at me blankly, and I realize that he hasn't caught on. "I can safely have sex, Mulder." He smiles, straight away. And he gets up from his seat and comes straight over to me and sweeps me up in his arms. He kisses me, sweetly, deeply, making my body hum with want and need. I kiss him back with all the passion I can, until he breaks away and holds me at arms length and looks into my eyes. "This is really great. But I don't want to rush things." I look at him, doing a pretty good imitation of his puppy-dog expression. God, I want him. "I get your point." I smile at him. "I don't want to leave my ice-cream to go runny." He laughs, throatily and I kiss him quickly, before letting him put me back in my chair. "So this is the other version of safe sex?" he jokes, head tilted. I laugh. "Guess so, Mulder." "After dinner?" he asks me. "After dinner," I confirm. * * * * * * Washing up finished, dishes put away, I sit on the couch, Mulder sits beside me. I look at him and smile, sliding my hands round the back of his neck. I brush my lips along his, looking deep into his eyes. My insides are churning, round and round, I hardly know where I am. But I know where I want to be. Around Mulder. Around all of him. "Are you sure, Scully? I'm not going to hurt you or anything?" he breathes against my lips. I shake my head. "Not if you're gentle with me." "Ain't I always?" I smile, kissing him properly. "One thing." He breaks the kiss and staring at me intently. "Do we need to use anything?" "I can't get pregnant, Mulder. It's physically impossible, as my ovaries don't contain ova." He looks sadly at me for a minute and then smiles at me, running a finger down my face. "I love it when you talk like that." "Like what?" "Scientifically. Long words like 'physically impossible'." I laugh. "Really?" I ask, tentatively. "Yeah. Talk science to me, Scully." I giggle. He makes it sound so dirty. I take a deep breath. "Carbon dioxide reacted chemically with potassium sulphate creates the two compounds, potassium oxide and carbonic sulphate. Both of these can be covalently bonded to each other, if the pressure and temperature of their surroundings are at their maximum." He's pretending to be really turned on by this, groaning and moaning my name. "Oh, Scully. More, more. Oh, God." I let out a breathy giggle, seat myself in his lap, one leg either side of him, and press my lips to his, once, before going on, making my voice as low and seductive as I can. "Giant ionic structures need high amounts of energy to separate into a liquid, but when this occurs, the ions form an extremely dense substance. Osmosis is the passage of water particles from an area of high density to an area of low density, through a partially permeable membrane. Stomach acid has a pH of one, yet pancreatic juices have a pH of nine or ten, right at the other end of the scale." He grimaces, running a hand through my hair. "I didn't mean gross me out completely." He kisses me again, just to show me he's joking, his hands grasping my waist. I smile as the kiss turns a little feverish and heated waves pass through my heart. And then his hands are everywhere. On my breasts, in my hair, at the waistband of my soft stretch-jeans. I feel his thumb caressing the button, waiting for me to give my consent, and I do. "Yesss," escapes me on a low moan. He snaps the button open and pulls down the zipper, sliding a hand in along my hip. I untangle my hands from his hair and rip my T-shirt over my head, letting it drop on the floor. Then I make a double take. I climb off him. "My bedroom, Mulder. I'll not survive on the couch." He nods, stands and, to my suprize, lifts me into his arms. Her carries me into the bedroom. My pants hang loosely around my hips as he lays me gently at the head of the bed. He strips off his T-shirt and smiles tenderly at me. Oh, this is so amazing. I reach for him and he comes home, leaning into my arms as his hot, wet mouth makes trails of soft kisses across my bare shoulders. I lay my head back on the pillows, moaning softly, my hands tracing unknown patterns along his spine. I feel the wetness seeping through my briefs, making me so ready for him. But I'm an ardent fan of the slow and gentle, especially at the moment. I run my hands up and down his back, caressing the silky muscles of his shoulders. He is so beautiful. I long to feel him properly against me and I think Mulder senses this, unclasping my bra, letting it fall over the side of the bed. He then sets to work, pulling down my pants, getting them over my feet. "Now yours," I say. Undoing the belt, button and zipper, he pulls them down and off. He covers my body with his and leans down to kiss me. I bring my legs up slightly, wrapping them around his. I feel his erection pressing into my thigh through his boxers, hot and urgent. I moan and pull at his boxers, wanting them down. Mulder kisses me once and reluctantly kneels up, off me, pulling them off. I follow his example with my briefs. He just kneels, looking at me for a long while. I gaze at him, sweeping my eyes down his long body, right from his broad shoulders, to the cute buddy standing to attention between his legs. Well, it's not really cute, it's a little too big to be cute. I feel him looking at my body too, warming me with his gaze. His gaze is like a caress, touching me in all the right places. "God, you're so beautiful, Scully," I hear him murmur. I blush, looking away, but not because I feel uncomfortable with him calling me beautiful. He's done it so many times over these last weeks, that I almost don't react. It's his voice that got me this time. Low and alluring, it makes my hips give a involuntary, little thrust upwards, even though he hasn't even touched me. God, I love this man. With all my heart and soul. I rest my hands on my stomach and look back up at him. I want him to touch me, and I know I'm selfish. But I haven't been touched properly for over three months. We did try about a week ago, one night when it was hot, but I couldn't open my legs sufficient for, well, you get the idea. "I want to touch you, Scully." Why do we even bother with speech when we have this symbiosis? He always knows exactly what I'm thinking. I nod and, holding out my hand, I take his, leading it to the place I want it to be. A spark jolts my abdominal muscles as he touches the inside of my thigh, forcing a soft moan from the back of my throat. He moves closer, spreading my juices around my clitoris, but never quite touching it. I moan his name, needing him there, moving my hips, restlessly. Then his long finger enters me and I can't hear or see for a moment. Then I see his face above mine. "I don't know how to touch you, Scully." His voice is apologetic, but full of want and longing. "I want to know. Show me how to touch you." He scoots up to lie on his side beside me. He takes my hand in his other, bringing it down, between my legs, atop his inside me. I hesitantly, take his finger out of me, drawing the finger along the folds of skin they encounter. I realize how fast his breathing is, then how fast mine is. We are both so turned on, the room is getting decidedly hot. Then I lead his finger to my clitoris and groan as his hand moves of it's on accord around and over the bundle of nerves. "Good," I manage to breathe. "So good." And it really is. I open my eyes as his lips descend on mine and kiss him, feverishly. I have needed this for so long. And all I can think is that Mulder's touching me, making me feel like this, making me want him. I have never, ever felt like this before. He's leaning over me, half covering my body with his own. I reach my hands up to his face, smoothing his ears, wanting him inside me so much. But I have to wait. Slow and sensual I chose, and slow and sensual I'm gonna stick to. I can feel the heel of his hand hitting the front of my pelvis, gently. God, that's good. So good. The waves of enchantment sweep through my body and I arch my back. So good, so good, so good. I can feel it coming, like a distant sound getting louder and louder and louder and I want him to stop but it's all so good and Oh God if he does that thing one more time I'm gonna scream and he's found the perfect...yeah right there oh God... "Mulder, Oh God. Stop, please. I'm gonna...Oh my God." And I'm coming and coming and coming and I've wanted this for so long and it feels so good just to scream his name over and over...Mulder...and over again. I lie back into the pillows, my eyes streaming with tears. It always happens but never this bad. My nose is dripping. So are other parts of my body, but I won't dwell on the obvious. I feel a tissue being wiped over my eyes and nose, and I want to open my eyes, but I can't... "Thank-you," I murmur, not quite knowing whether I'm talking about him cleaning up my face or bringing on that amazing orgasm. I can still feel the ripples of aftershock, coursing through my abdomen and elsewhere. As my breathing slows, I'm able to open my eyes. And there he is, above me as always, smiling at me with that lopsided grin of his. I smile back and he leans down to me, kissing me, tenderly. "Feel better?" he asks, a glint in his eye. "Infinitely so." I stretch my arms above my head, hearing the crack of my shoulder-bones against their sockets. Oh, I feel so alive. My body hums and I feel Mulder's hands smoothing, softly over my breasts, arousing me all over again. All the sexual tension we've discovered since that first kiss has been rocketing the walls of my apartment for far too long. I'm going to be able to stand a lot tonight. Way more than usual. Mulder sighs against my hairline, and I realize that he's holding me close to him. His arm is supporting me head, the other wandering all over my body. Giving me goose-bumps. I smile as his hand runs through the course hair between my legs and remember that I have some unfinished business to attend to. I reach down to him, and start to stroke him gently, running my fingertips along the length of him. It's weird to think that I haven't actually touched him before now. I've done it accidentally, and occasionally when we were in bed together, my hand would wander, but he always stopped me. He didn't want me to touch him. He wanted to wait for me to get better. He wanted to wait until he could touch me. He said it was only fair. I smile, knowing how sweet he is. Mulder reaches down and takes my hand in his. I shake my head. "No, Mulder. I want to touch you. You wouldn't let me before. Please." He smiles, sadly. "I don't think I could last, Scully. If you touch me now, I'll come in your hands. I don't want this to be over so soon. I want to make love to you." I hesitate, before removing my hand from him. I nod, kissing him lightly on the lips. "That climax of yours was enough to make even the most impotent man near release," he whispers, breathing heavily. I blush. Did he really just say that? "God, you're beautiful, Scully. I love you so much." "I love you too. As long as I get to touch you first, next time." He nods, pulling me to him and I climb atop him. He rests his hands on my waist and I can feel his erection prominent against my tummy. I rest my cheek on his chest and listen to his heartbeat. It's pretty fast, for someone who hasn't really been touched yet. I let my legs fall open around him and his arms go tightly around me. I smile. After all we've been through, this feels like the beginning of a new era. I lift my top half up on my elbows and look deep into his eyes. He smiles at me. "You okay?" I nod, beaming my happiness right into him. His eyes glisten back at me, and I know he's thinking exactly the same as me. Mom was right, we really are supposed to be together. What's that song from 'Westside Story'? Take with our hands, one hand. I weave my fingers through both his hands. Take with our hearts, one heart. I lean down again, listening to his heartbeat throb under my cheek. Take with our vows, one last vow. I sit up, and lean down to kiss him. "At last." I say simply, shifting so that his erection probes at my entrance. I never want this moment to end. I never want to forget this moment. I look into his eyes and give a quick tuck of my pelvis. He slips inside me and we groan softly together. I lay my head back on his chest and close my eyes. This is it. And I know that I will never forget this first feeling of Mulder inside me. Ever. I feel his hands travel down my back, tickling my oversensitive skin, giving me goosebumps. My body screams at me to move, to let him slip out of me and back in, but I can't. I just want to lie here, and think about how much I love this man. "I love you, Mulder," I whisper and then gasp as he slides out of me, then back in. "I love you too, Scully." He thrusts again, making me shiver. And I can't help myself anymore. I move with him, against him, loving every thrust he gives with one of my own. I grind my hips against him, groaning constantly, because it feels so utterly amazing. And I feel like I want to make love to him forever. Forever. It's like a vow, a pact. Forever. And then I hear him groaning and I feel his thrusts speed up. And it's so long since I've had sex, but the sensations come flooding back to me, fifty times as breathtakingly gorgeous. A hundred times. A thousand. A hundred-thousand times and with a hell of a lot more meaning in them. Oh my God this is so good. And I feel the climax coming upon me faster than I ever expected. Only Mulder could make me feel so whole, so completely and utterly amazing. And I feel my body tensing around him and I can't help it. I scream, softly. I scream his name again and again and there aren't words to describe how I feel at this moment. It feels so completely beautiful to be here, with the only man I could ever see myself with, my legs clasped around his waist, my hands holding tightly onto his. I gasp. I'm so close. I don't want to hold back anymore, I don't want to hide. I lift my head to see him and the look on his face is glorious. His smile touches my heart all over, and I realize now, that I'm gasping. I'm coming and he's not far behind me. My muscles clench around him and he cries out. My name. My name. Scully. He's calling my name and I cry out, before relaxing on top of him, holding him too me, letting him make love to me while his climax takes him over. And then we are both completely spent, gasping atop the sheets. I try to keep my streaming eyes open, but fail miserably. I don't really care. We did it. We did it. I smile before drifting off into slumber. The last thing I remember is Mulder pulling gently out of me and laying me on my side, snuggling up behind me. And I relax into the soft darkness, smiling contentedly. We'll never part, I think. We're too close. And we won't let anything come between us. Nothing will part us. And the last line of that song pops into my head from nowhere. Only death can part us now. La Fini.