She was his student. He was her teacher.

It was wrong. So very wrong.

But it felt right.

She was young. He was older.

She was the flame. He was the moth.

He couldn't resist. Neither could she.

She was beautiful. He noticed.

She smiled. He smiled.

She bit her lip in deep concentration. He couldn't take his gaze from her.

She stayed behind after class. He shut the door.

She asked for extra tutoring. He agreed.

He helped her understand. She smiled and hugged him.

He breathed in her scent. She held his form tightly.

She whispered thanks in his ear, her hot breath washing over his skin. His breath hitched.

She grinned. Her eyes screamed lust.

She closed her eyes. He took a deep breath.

She kissed him. He kissed her back.

It was wrong. But it felt right.

She moaned. He moaned.

She opened her mouth slightly. He deepened the kiss.

She pulled him closer. He let her.

He pushed her up against the wall. She wrapped her legs around his waist.

She undid his pants. He hitched up her school skirt.

He gave in. So did she.

For the next few weeks, she stole glances. He hated himself.

She was his student. He was her teacher.

She danced with a jock at prom. His heart broke.

She grew cold. He missed her.

She graduated. He watched on, silent and proud.

She cornered him after graduation. He comforted her as she cried.

He held the scan picture in his hands. She paced the floor.

She worried about her parents. He worried about his job.

She was pregnant. He was the father.

He was in love with her. She was in love with him.

He smiled and promised everything would be okay. She cried in his arms once more, hoping she could believe him.

He wore a dark gray suit. She wore a knee length cream dress.

He said 'I do'. She said it too.

He put the ring on her finger. She cried happily.

He stood in front of her, protecting her as they told her family. She held the ice to his broken and bloody nose.

She packed. He packed.

He drove. She was in charge of the radio.

She snored, her head resting against the passenger side window. He smiled as he drove on into the horizon.

Her belly grew. So did his love for her.

Their baby kicked. He rested his hand on her bump to feel it.

He got a job in a garage. She worked in a diner.

Her water broke. He sped through the sleepy streets at 4am.

She screamed. He comforted her.

She held their daughter in her arms for the first time. He cried.

She slept. He looked down at the tiny pink creation in his arms.

She held Emma's hands as she took her first steps. He videoed it.

He held his crying daughter in his arms. She cleaned the graze on Emma's knee.

She lay next to him. He held her in his arms.

She mumbled the words. He spoke them clearly.

"I love you so much, Scully"

He meant it. She knew it.

She was happy. So was he.