Mulder's living room came into view again. I was awake.
I glanced at my watch, gasping for breath. It was 11:27 pm. I had been asleep for almost 4 hours. I looked around for Mulder, wondering why he wasn't there to comfort me. I had become so accustomed to him being there, so I was surprised to find him missing. I felt nature calling, so I went in search of his bathroom.
After I finished my business, I left the bathroom, coming upon Mulder in bed. I assumed that, in my tired stupor, I had not remembered where I was and which room I had walked into.
I slowly tiptoed my way to the side of the bed he was facing. I sat down on the floor and stared at him. I watched his chest rise and fall, his eyes move under their lids in some type of REM dream, his lips form words and smiles. I could have sat there all night...had he not woken up.
My gaze was concentrated on his face when his eyes flew open. He turned his head to look at me, as if knowing I was there. I couldn't move. I was too afraid. I was transfixed. He smiled at me and sat up. It was then that I noticed that all he was wearing was a pair of boxers. They were the ones I had given him last Christmas - they had aliens holding margaritas on them.
My attention shifted to him taking my hand and standing me up.

"Mulder...what are you doing?"

He said nothing as he forced me to sit on his lap.

I laughed, "Mulder! What's wrong with you?"

I was then thrown into a state of shock when his warm lips met mine. For the second time that night, my mind and body didn't want to work together. I finally managed to pull away.

"Mulder!" I gasped.

He panted heavily. I knew what he wanted...and I also knew what I wanted - the exact same thing he did. I had never wanted in more than I did at that point. I looked at him, seeing his eyes grow frantic as I hesitated. I thought back to my dream and suddenly became very possessive. I took his head in my hands and planted my lips on his again. They were hot and very inviting. They fit together with mine as if they were made for that purpose. This was a kiss that compared with no other...even our New Year's kiss. That was small compared to this. It was the most amazing feeling I had ever felt.
Mulder let himself fall back onto the bed, pulling me down with him. *I want this* I thought. *I've never wanted this as much as I do right now* I continued kissing him as he pulled off my jacket and threw it toward the end of the bed. I propped myself up with my arms, straddling my partner of 7 years. I would never have thought we would ever being doing what we were doing...but we were. I had no intention of stopping.
Mulder kept one arm around my shoulders, using the other to work the zipper on my pants. He managed to get it and I hastily kicked them off. I wanted him so badly. He again focused on me, passionately kissing me, touching me, pleasuring me in all ways I could ever imagine being pleasured.

"I want you, Scully. I've dreamed about you all night," he muttered, "You belong with me...no one else. I won't let anyone else have you...never." I closed my eyes and smiled, thoroughly enjoying myself. He took his shivering hands and tried to unbutton my shirt, but to no avail. I helped him out by doing it for him, but let him pull it off. He did so with a ecstatic grin on his face. Afterwards, he gazed at me in wonder. I think he was trying to figure out what was happening...if he wasn't dreaming. I was thinking the same thing.

I rolled off of him and snuggled next to him, trying to regain sanity. I saw his face fall. *Does he think I don't want to do this?* I smiled at him and caressed his bare chest, reassuring him of my intentions.

"I just need to catch my breath," I whispered, breathing heavily. He grinned crookedly. Suddenly, my mind and hormones just clicked. I pulled him on top of me, running my fingers through his hair and kissing him wildly, throwing what caution I had left into the wind. His body obviously reacted intensely, because I felt his hardness push against my thigh a few seconds later. He finished undressing me and then himself, discarding the useless clothing in a big heap at the foot of the bed. There we were, in the midst of passion, skin to skin...the way it should be.
As he slowly began to make love to me, I let myself get lost in him. These past 7 years, I had learned that it was so incredibly easy to lose yourself with this man. At first, his insightfulness drew you to him, then his whole being captured and enraptured you.
I closed my eyes and moaned as he gently mouthed my nipples. I arched my back, begging for more. He began to suck harder, trying his best to please me. I grabbed his hard ass, pushing him down so I could reach his cock. I timidly stroked it from base to tip, which drew a moan from deep in his throat. In return, his hands moved through my wet curls, parting my lips and sliding his fingers in and out. I gasped at the feeling of his index finger and thumb softly circling my clit. How he knew what turns me on is beyond me.
His lips returned to mine, with an added surprise. His thick tongue darted around inside my mouth. It seemed as if it was trying to find a place to hibernate for the winter, because it wouldn't leave. I groaned and he pulled away.

"Are you ready?" he asked.
"Yes!" I answered raspily.

He looked at me tenderly before gently inserting himself into me. I bit my lip to muffle my cry. He began his rhythmic movements slowy as I joined in. I forced myself to keep my eyes open so I could watch his face transform. I noticed that all of my senses were alert as we made love, mainly the total sense of completion each thrust gave me. I arched my back again to meet him, our stomachs meeting.
He bent his head down to kiss me again and was met with my hungry lips. As the thrusts became deeper, more sounds came from both Mulder and I. He began thrusting harder...more urgent and needing. He was almost there, but I was tiptoeing on the edge. A low, deep animal growl emerged from his throat as he eagerly watched my reaction.
Suddenly, time stopped. Flashing lights blinded me and fire scorched me. The bed dropped out from under me and the only two people in existence were Mulder and I. I practically screamed as he exploded inside of me. My entire body shuddered with pleasure. The world came into view again and I opened my eyes. Mulder was almost to the point of no return. I was bracing myself by holding onto his back and I felt the muscles ripple and bunch as he pushed deep inside of me. Again he came into me, and again my world turned white. All I saw was the beautiful expression of release on his face. It was the initial release that would change both of our lives.

Hours later, we still lay embracing on his bed. He was sleeping, and I, again, was watching him sleep. I swear, until that night, I had never seen such beauty. His face was so sweet in sleep; his broad shoulders, still glistening with sweat, made him glow like an angel; his legs, tangled in the blanket, so muscular and manly. At that very moment, I knew who I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. There was a funny feeling in my abdomen, but I disregarded it and passed it off as post-orgasm excitement. I continued staring at my new lover in awe. *How can this really be happening?* I kept asking myself. I eventually dozed off into a peaceful rest.

I woke up to see rays of sunlight streaming through Mulder's blinds. I looked over at him, seeing that he was still in a peaceful dreamland. I chuckled as his nose twitched in reaction to my breath. I kissed him gently on his forehead before leaving his embrace. He tossed onto his other side, oblivious.
I began to search the room for the clothing that had been so carelessly tossed around the night before. I knew that, if I were to stay, I would never recover from what happened and I probably would never let myself or Mulder leave the comfort of his bed. I quickly threw on my bra and panties, with the rest of my clothes following.
I made a trip to the bathroom to fix my hair and makeup. Afterwards, I walked back into Mulder's room, grabbing my jacket from the bed. It had sat there all night. I gave Mulder one last kiss before leaving.

"I love you," I whispered...and I swear, he heard me.