Chapter 3.

The sex was phenomenal. Mulder couldn't stop gushing about how great it was. "Wow. Wow, wow, wow, wow, wow," he said in between heavy panting. The man with a virtual storage unit for his porn collection was impressed. Scully was very pleased with herself.

"Damn, Scully," he said as he tried to catch his breath. "You're in the wrong profession."

She shrugged. "Med school was good for something after all," she said as if she got this compliment everyday. Then she smiled, letting him know that her nonchalance was an act.

"Give me fifteen more minutes and we could do another round."

"I don't know Mulder, it would be hard to top that."

"Don't you want to try?"

Truth was, Scully wasn't sure she was okay. She found her stride and owned the moment. But then the name! Did he say Dana or Diana? Why wouldn't he say 'Scully'? What does it mean if he called out 'Dana'? And so what if he said 'Diana'? It shouldn't matter. She told him she could be anyone he wanted. If he imagined her to be Diana at that moment, then so be it. She should allow the man to continue his fantasies. What more harm can the dead bitch do?

And yet it bothered her. It bothered her that it bothered her. She was doing so well in her post hopeful paradigm. She was able to disregard a kiss on the lips (it was New Year's), a failed attempt at pregnancy (she was desperate), and a shared bed with a dose of spooning (he was distraught that his mother died). This shouldn't be hard to shake off. But there it was nevertheless - a crack in her resolve.

"Hey," he said propping himself on his elbows to eye her curiously. "Have you decided yet?"

"Mulderrr," she whined, "I came like four times! I need at least a year to recover." She said it in jest but she hoped he got the message: this is not happening again anytime soon.

"Aw, c'mon Scully. Where's your sense of adventure? You know you want it," he said just beneath her ear where he took a little nibble.

"Ow!" She bopped him playfully on the head with a pillow. She didn't want him to sense any of the anxiety that was slowly creeping in. "Mulder, your time's up. This little lady needs her beauty sleep."

"Alright, alright," he said feigning rejection as he got out of bed and searched for his clothes. He was walking out the door when he paused to take one last look at a naked Scully.

"Yes?" she said, self-consciously meeting his hazel eyes that looked tinged with sadness.

"I never would have thought … you were such a wild thing." He added theatrics to those last two words to blunt his melancholy.

"Well, sir, if you must know, there's a lot about me you do not know."

"Aye to that." He gave her a sweet smile, let out an imperceptible sigh, and turned for the door.

"Good night, Mulder. Be safe."

"Sweet dreams, Scully."

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A/N: I felt sad that their first time was just body bumping, despite everyting that they've been through. Wouldn't you be sad too?