Coming Home (5/6)
Part five
by Nessy and Cirglas
Disclaimer and everything you need to know is in part
one, please read the other parts beforehand. This chapter
won't make much sense standing on it's own.
As Mulder finally deepened the kiss, his arms encircled her waist
and Scully's snaked around his neck. They tried every angle for
better access. Their lips meshed and sought and meshed. And
fought a lovely battle. But in this fight they were both winners.
As an old saying has the kindness of reminding us: 'Make love, not
war.' And that's just what they did...
Scully felt her breathing and pulse slowing down again, just like
her partner's. They lay there comfortable amidst the twisted
covers, she half on top of him, her leg draped over one of his, head
on his collar bone, tucked securely under his chin, both pairs of
eyes closed, his one hand resting lightly on her hip, his other
cradling her small left hand and holding it to his heart.
Their love-making had been... well, was there a word for it?
Special didn't even come close, but it had been special. They had
sought and given pleasure to each other passionately, but tenderly.
He had been so careful, so loving. So extremely eager to please her.
She loved him more than ever.
"I love you." Mulder blurted out, as if reading her mind.
Scully had to chuckle, "Yep, I heard you."
Mulder had been rather enthusiastic about telling - yelling - her
just how much he loved her.
After a short hesitation Scully asked: "Mulder, where do we go from
here?"
"I'm a little too tired to go anywhere right now." Mulder said.
Scully sighed. She usually liked his humor but when she needed
an answer it was tiring and annoying.
Mulder noticed her irritation and, sighing audibly before meeting
her gaze, he went on: "I have to admit, I'm a little worried about
you. It's dangerous enough to be my friend, or even to work with
me, as you know. As a lover... You already were the most important
person in my life before tonight. And They know that. I really don't
want them to hurt you any more. You'd be safer being as far away
from me as you can get." Before she could contradict him, he
continued, "No, listen to me, Scully. Ever since you met me you
had to go through all those horrible things. I really don't know why
you stayed with me all this time. It would probably be better if I left
you. You deserve better."
Scully's lips started trembling but she willed her voice to sound
strong as she pushed herself up so she could look him fully in the
eyes. "What are you trying to say? No, Mulder, you can't leave me now.
I - WE - have waited so long for this. This is right. And I don't care
what anybody else says or thinks. I stayed because I loved you,
because I still love you. And I wanted to find the truth. So I stayed.
Stop punishing yourself for something that's not your fault. We're
stronger together. That's what they know. Together we can stop
them. We won't stand a chance, though, if we're apart. Please, don't
leave me, I don't want it to be over before it really starts. I don't
want to be without you anymore."
Mulder bent his head down and kissed the top of her head.
"I'm glad that's how you feel, Scully, 'cause to tell you the truth, I
really don't wanna go. I just think it might be better for you." He
wanted to make light of the dark mood that had surrounded them.
He chuckled and pulled her close. "Anyway, I had to say that for
the record. Had to give you one more chance to back out."
She apparently read his mind, for a forced chuckle joined his.
Scully rested her head on his collar bone again. The joking had helped.
She felt a little more at ease.
"You know what?", Mulder asked after a long pause.
"What?" She replyed without opening her eyes.
"Your brother Bill is gonna kill me."
"Nah. He knows I'm fully capable of dealing with you myself."
"Now I'm relieved."
"You should be. 'Cause he'd get Charlie to help."
He chuckled. "Well, at least your mom likes me."
"Guess your charm only works with women."
"Glad it worked with you."
Scully's eyes opened. She wasn't quite used to these open
'affections' from him yet. "I am too."
"I love you, Scully," he repeated from before.
"I love you right back," she answered and soon they were
contentedly dreaming away, snuggling even closer together in sleep.
Scully woke to a cool rush of air at her back. She pulled the covers
tighter around her, but still couldn't shake the feeling that she was
cold and missing something important. And it didn't take long for
her to realize what it was: Mulder.
Her eyes flew open and she looked around her. He was gone.
/How could he do that to me?/ she thought. /Did he change his mind?
I thought I had convinced him... This is so typical Mulder! Too
overprotective to be good for him - or me, for that matter./
Sighing in frustration, she shoved back the covers and jumped out
of bed, about to look for him, when she noticed she was still cold
and naked from head to toe. So she went over and picked up
Mulder's shirt from the floor. Wondering why Mulder would have
left his shirt here but figuring he had simply been too busy with
running for the hills, she started to pull it on.
"Oh, please don't put it on. I like you just the way you are."
She turned her head and there he was, standing in the door with a
tray in his hands. She ran over to him and flung herself into his
arms. She was so relieved.
Having to rescue the breakfast on the tray, Mulder lifted it up in
the air, above her head and over it, so arms and tray encircled her.
"Hey, hey, hey... shhhh... what's wrong?"
"Oh, Mulder, I thought you were gone, that you had changed your
mind." Scully mumbled into his bare chest.
Mulder was really shocked that she could think something like that.
"Come on. You didn't really think that, did you?"
She shook her head. "No. It's just... I woke up and you weren't there.
And because of what you said yesterday..."
"Don't worry, Scully. I won't go. I don't think I could live without
you anymore. I tried to for two years and believe me, it really was
not a bed of roses." When she had collected herself he lifted the
tray from around her and guided her back to the bed.
"I'm sorry. I should have known better.", she admitted.
"Don't worry about it, Scully, you were probably still half asleep.
I'm sorry I frightened you yesterday. I'm just worried about you, that's
all."
Scully crawled back under the covers and he set the tray on her lap,
then moved to sit beside her, holding her close. That was when she
first noticed the red rose lying on the tray. She felt so silly in that
moment. She had mistrusted him and he had made breakfast,
being so sweet and buying her a rose.
Mulder started feeding her the breakfast he had made and she was
really enjoying herself.
"Be careful, Mulder. You'll spoil me."
"Oh, Scully, I don't mind spoiling you. At least that'll keep you away
from all the other guys."
They both laughed and Scully said: "Oh, don't you worry. I'll settle
for nothing but the best."
"Me neither," Mulder said and they grinned at each other.
"So you'll keep your eyes to yourself when we're back at the office?",
she queried.
"No I won't." Mulder smiled at her pout and frown. "I just don't think
I can stop looking at you, even if that causes a few strange looks from
our fellow agents."
Scully beamed at him. Then she started nibbling on her bottom lip.
He was just starting to lean down to let his teeth take over when she
started talking again. "Which reminds me. What are we going to tell
Skinner? I mean... about us?"
He straightened again. "That we'll work together on the X-Files or
neither of us will. That we became involved and that we won't go
back to being merely friends just because of that stupid bureau policy,"
Mulder said, conveying the depth of his emotions.
"And what if he won't let us work together?"
"Then I'll start teaching at Quantico, too. Listen, Scully, I've had
some time to think. I won't give this - US - up for anything in the world.
And I don't want to have to hide how happy we are. I want the whole
world to know that the most beautiful, intelligent, wonderful 'Doc'
loves me."
She pulled his head down to hers and just before their lips touched
she whispered: "I do, Mulder. I do love you. So much."
And soon breakfast was forgotten and they were filled with a
different kind of hunger.
They had gotten up and showered together, Mulder resisting the
almost overwhelming urge to take a VERY LONG 'shower' with a
VERY wet and sexy Scully right there in the shower cabin. But he held
himself back. Though he had had to pretend that the water was ice cold.
Right now she was still in the bathroom while he was watching a
basketball game on TV. When she came out into the living room
she smiled at the sight of him. He looked cute. Like a little boy
concentrating on something, but very relaxed at the same time.
He was pouting. His favorite team was probably loosing again.
"Mulder?"
"Wait a sec, Scully. The game's really exiting."
/WHAT? Did he just say 'Wait a sec' to me? Well, sorry to tell you
'Mister' but you never say 'Wait a sec' to me!/
Scully knew about the power of woman's weapons and sauntered
over to the couch and sat down beside him. She let his shirt ride up
her thigh a little more than what would have been normal. But he
didn't seem to notice her. He was entirely captivated by the game.
/Here comes plan B./
She leaned in close to him and whispered huskily into his ear.
"You trying to get rid of me?", she said, trying to sound as sexy as
possible.
That got his attention. He slowly turned his head and grinned at her.
Oh, he had noticed her all right! She looked good in his shirt -
especially because the shirt showed a lot of leg. He liked it when
she wore his clothes. It had always been a way of staking his claim.
The first time she had had to wear his sweatshirt was imprinted in
his photographic memory:
Her blouse had been soaked after they had had to run through the
pouring rain. So he had loaned her his favorite Nicks sweatshirt.
He had felt closer to her then, when looking at her in his clothes
and afterwards, too, when she had already left and he had pulled on
the sweatshirt himself. Her fragrance still on the material, he had
savored that fine scent with a deep breath and not had taken the
shirt off for the rest of the weekend.
Even much later, every time he looked at the shirt he saw her
sitting in it on his couch, hair tousled, eyes shining with laughter
about some comment he had made about how she looked like a
drowned rat. They had sat there together and worked but he had
been distracted by the way she looked. She had looked so small
and delicate with the big shirt on. But nonetheless incredibly sexy.
But now, as he looked at her in his white shirt, he only saw a
beautiful, intelligent woman. And this particular beautiful,
intelligent woman was his. It was as if his shirt confirmed
what he had felt all along: That they belonged together.
"And, Scully? What am I supposed to wear, if you start
wearing my clothes?"
"Well, I'd let you wear some of mine... but they wouldn't fit you; and
secondly, I like you better the way you are: in your black silk boxers."
Scully enjoyed teasing Mulder. He smiled at her and that told her
volumes. And she realized with great satisfaction that now he had
completely forgotten about the basketball game. /Found something
more interesting to look at, huh?/ She carefully took hold of
the remote control and turned off the TV. He didn't even notice.
The rest of the lazy day was spent on that couch, simply enjoying
their nearness, cuddling up and kissing. Talking about anything and
everything. Making out like two teenagers. Laughing, joking,
imagining how their life might be in a couple of months. Then
they took a nap, Scully half covering Mulder.
For dinner they had planned something really nice. Mulder
wanted to take her out to a quiet restaurant. They even dressed
up. It was a special evening. Their 24 hour anniversary and their
first evening out together. REALLY together. That had to be
celebrated.
So Mulder waited in one of his new suits for the love of his life to
show up from behind her bedroom door. When she finally
emerged from her room Mulder almost let the book fall down
he had been reading to calm - ignore - his impatience. Not that
it had helped. There she stood, the most beautiful woman in the
world, in a midnight-blue, floor-length, slightly bell-cut, satin
dress. It had a slit up the right side which reached her upper thigh.
It was very low cut with a lovely shaped neckline and thin straps
over her shoulders.
She wore high-heeled shoes which matched the dress in color and
gloss. Her hair had been swept up, tendrils of copper framing her
face. The brightness of her jewelry reflected in her startling blue
eyes. Her beauty alone would have paralyzed every man in the
whole universe. But, as it was, what made Mulder's heart beat
faster than his 'Doctor Scully' would have thought was good
for him, was the bright smile on her face.
Scully's smile widened as she saw Mulder's reaction to her outfit.
He had been sitting on the couch but at her footfall had risen from
it. Now he was standing across from her and staring at her over the
back of the couch. Eyes, opened so wide that only the openness of
his mouth could surpass them, sweeping up and down her breathtaking
outfit.
Scully walked around the couch and took his outstretched hand
but otherwise pretended that nothing special was going on.
Mulder broke out of his daze, shut his mouth and smiled at her.
He cleared his throat and said:
"Shall we go, Ma'am?"
Scully nodded her agreement and said: "So... Where is my
good-looking guy taking me tonight?"
"I said it'd be a surprise, Scully. As in 'not knowing
beforehand'."
Scully, caught off guard, laughed. "Oh, Mulder. I missed
you." Then, as if remembering something she had almost
forgotten, she closed the remaining distance between them and
said:
"Welcome home, Mulder."
They shared a small kiss. Then they both turned to the door.
Mulder opened it and guided her through with his hand on the
small of her back. Yeah, He was home. For good.
End part five
Yeah, okay, it's a little short, but hey... At least the
editing didn't take forever. ;)
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I don't know what brought us here
Something in the stars said you and me
I don't know where this feeling comes from
Surely it was meant to be
For I have known you even in my dreams
My eyes are open, my heart can see
As sure as stars light the midnight sky
As sure as children wonder why
As sure as newborn babies cry
I was born to give my love to you
Born to give my love to you
Heaven must be holding on
To all the love I'm feeling now
Here we are this is the moment
I believe it's our turn somehow
Hearts together, hands across the night
One forever, finally in sight
I was born to give my love to you
---- Martina McBride (Born to Give My Love to You)