A/N: Omg. I know I'm literally the worst. This week I've read a lot of fanfics and suddenly remembered my own ones and realized this is still in the air. If you're reading this now because you got a story alert, you are the best person.

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Breathe You In

And as he bends down to kiss her so, so slowly her heart starts beating faster and faster. It doesn't matter right now whether or not they should be doing this. Nothing matters, because nothing has ever felt this good and probably never will again. For both of them, it's more than just pleasure, it's everything. They aren't good at talking about their feelings to each other but they have found a way of communicating. They have everything to say and no words for saying anything and this is how they know their messages get through. It's telepathy, it's magic, it's everything and nothing, so concrete and yet so absurd. Scientific words like electricity and chemistry won't even begin to cover it, but for once Scully doesn't feel like she's lost without her terminology.

Soon they're on the bed. Everything is delicate and the pace is low, like a slow motion film. They don't talk at all, the only noises are the sharp breaths the take every once in a while. They've both done it before, and still everything is new. It's nothing like they have imagined – and they really have imagined it – because they had no idea anything could be like that. It is so real – he's there, she's there, they feel they have been living a lie all their lives. This is the truth he has been searching for; this is the truth they both believe in.

"Six years", she said quietly.

"Six", he confirmed.

They didn't know what to do. They had acted, now it was the inevitable time to think. It seemed impossible. The moment was gone.

She got up and dressed up quickly. He watched her with sadness in his eyes. He watched her leave. He wished he could leave too, take her with him and just leave everything.