A/N This is a big Mulder/Scully chapter and Just to let you know there is a mild sex scene...dont want to ruin the suprise but...ya know! fair warning!
Outside the Church Of The Holy Gospel
18th December 2004 9.35PM
Mulder tuned off the engine and looked out the window to the dimly lit church across the road. Singers could be heard from where he was sitting and he imagined a large colourfully dressed choir swaying at the alter creating the beautiful music from nothing but their voices, holding an elegant rhythm with a raucous clap of their hands. It had been a long time since he had walked into a church on anything but Police business and tonight wasn't going to be any different.
He was grateful that the sleet had held off for a while as he climbed out and locked his car behind him. Fixing his jacket he scratched the beard on his chin and ran a lazy hand through his hair. The weather had convinced most people to stay at home so he crossed the road with ease only stopping at the sound of someone calling his name.
"Det Williams...Frank Williams."
From across the road he saw McLane glancing for any traffic before walking across calmly to meet him. Mulder rested his hands on his hips and shifted his weight onto his other foot.
"Agent McLane, are you following me?" there was no trace of joking in his voice as he glared openly at the other man.
"Yes. Actually I was." Mulder frowned unable to hide the surprise he felt from his honest answer. "I was pulling into the precinct when you went storming out. I tried to get hold of your number from the desk sergeant but to no avail so I followed you."
"Is there any reason you are following me?" Mulder turned to go into the church leaving McLane to stand on the path or follow him some more.
"I was hoping we could talk."
"I'm about to go in here and announce that we found the Reverend Jefferson decapitated in Pike Place Market. Can it wait?"
"The body has been identified?"
"Yes."
The large wooden door opened silently without the ominous creek Mulder expected. They walked though the plainly decorated lobby to a larger room where a small elderly lady sat knitting at a desk. In front of the desk was a large sheet of cardboard announcing tonight's mass in honour of Reverend Jefferson.
"Excuse me," Mulder said pulling his badge from his back pocket.
"Hello young man," she answered smiling openly at them in their out of place suits and stern expressions. "Are you here for the mass? You're a little late but it's okay to go on in if you like."
"No ma'am. I am Detective Frank Williams, we're here about Reverend Jefferson." Her face stilled before them, her smile frozen awkwardly over her lips.
"Dear lord he's been found..." she exclaimed with a sigh. "How is he?"
"Is there an orator of the church we can speak to?" Mulder asked softly. "Ms Elizabeth Jackson...I'll go fetch her right away."
With surprising agility the elderly woman left her knitting on the table and rushed through the large oak wooden door behind her. Mulder put his badge away and subconsciously fixed his tie. He glanced over his shoulder at McLane who was standing still, his hands clasped before him.
"Never gets easy does it?" McLane said looking up to see Mulder looking at him covertly.
"Pardon?"
"This part of the job. Telling family, friends, congregation..." he swept his hand around the room. "This part never gets easy."
"How long have you been in DC?"
"Six years. I was working SWAT for a while but the old ticker was acting up so I went to ATF four years ago."
Mulder looked him up and down guessing he was about the same age as himself.
"How long have you been working with Agent...Scully, is it?"
"We had our first case in November 2001. And now run a team in the ATF department."
"This case isn't exactly ATF material."
"No its not it was a separate assignment."
Mulder reigned in the rest of his questions, about the confident man standing beside him. There was so much he wanted to know, to hear to ask but he was too used to being careful to blurt them all out. It was just then when the doors opened again emitting the same elderly lady with a younger one on her heels.
"Detective Williams? You found him...how is he?"
Before Mulder could stop her she grasped one of his hands in both of hers and gently squeezed. He glanced down at her smooth ebony skin covering his weathered hands and his words stuck in his throat. "I'm afraid to say he's dead. His body was found in Pike Place market about 2 hours ago."
"Oh dear lord!" As she released him her hands flew up to her mouth to catch the cries that threatened to overwhelm her. "What happened? Who did this?"
"We're looking into it ma'am. When did Rev Jefferson go missing?" Mulder asked turning at the movement that caught his eye and saw McLane pulling a notebook from his pocket.
"It was a little over a week ago. He was last seen here in church after choir practice. He was gone for three days before we called police."
"Why so long?"
"The Reverend likes to go on retreats...without warning he'd be gone over night or even for 2 days...but when we found his car outside his house, and his cat trapped inside, the alarm went up."
"Did the reverend have any enemies? Any disgruntled members?" McLane stepped forward as he asked his question.
"He was so active in the community...I know for sure there were people who weren't happy about his baptisms in Lake Washington."
"He was holding baptisms in the lake?"
"Last Sunday of the month we would hold mass by the lake and baptise children or new members. We have a license from the city but there were always protesters there trying to disrupt the ceremony."
"Would you be able to name anyone in particular?"
"Bishop Michael Reilly. He was generally at the head of the protest. Something about the sanctification of Christ not manifested in the lake. He wasn't too fond of us using the lake. I think he was afraid of us stealing his St Oliver Church parishioners."
"Anyone else?"
"No. Bishop Reilly was generally the only one who openly spoke out against us." "Thank you Ms Jackson. You've been a great help."
"Will the body be released soon for a service?"
"It will take a couple of days but we'll let you know as soon as we can."
Mulder pulled his card from his shirt pocket and handed it to her.
"If you think of anything else, please call me."
"Thank you detective Williams I will. God Bless."
Both of them offered her rueful smiles as they turned to leave. The rain had started again but the snow held off. Mulder bee lined for his car and tried to ignore McLane hot on his heels.
"Is there anything I can help you with Agent McLane?"
"You know where this Bishops church is?"
"Yes."
"Then there is something you can help me with."
Mulder watched incredulously as McLane circled the car and stood by the passenger door.
"Don't you have your own car?"
"Wouldn't this be more economical?"
"Listen McLane I don't know where you get the idea we're working this case together. I work alone."
"You guys called us."
"I didn't call you."
"Yeah I get that impression Frank. Is it all authority you have a problem with or just the FBI?"
"Authority?" Mulder laughed harshly, no mirth in the brutal sound. "What makes you the authority on this case? So far I have yet to see any illegal consignments of Alcohol, Tobacco or Firearms...but if I do, you'll be the first to know," he sneered.
"So you are obviously the expert in the religious fanatical serial killer department then Frank?"
Mulder winced inside at the description but showed no reaction to McLane.
"I think you are in over your head McLane. You and that pretty little partner of yours should go home before one of you gets hurt."
"Your some piece of work Frank. This whole attitude you got going on, is it working for you? Is it helping you get over whatever the hell it is that messed you up?"
Steely grey eyes darkened in the light rain. David watched him unflinchingly as his brow furled and his lips tightened. He could almost see the tension building in Franks throat as his pulse beat faster against his jaw.
"Hit a nerve did I Frank?" McLane circled the car again to stand next to him. "Look I don't care if you like me, I really don't. But I do care about getting the job done, about catching this guy. So lets put our differences aside and get this done."
"You forgot the bit about wanting the good people of America to be safe once again." Mulder opened the car door and climbed in. "Leave the sanctimonious crap at home McLane its not going help you here in the real world."
He slammed the door and drove off leaving David standing in the drizzling rain with his hair stuck to his head and rivulets of rain running down his neck, under his shirt collar.
He reached into his pocket for his cell phone and dialled Scullys number as he walked to his own car. She answered almost immediately her voice low and rushed.
"Dana, are you okay?"
"Yes I was just finishing up with the body."
"Reverend Jefferson?"
"Yeah. Were you talking to Det Shane?"
"No. Williams."
"Oh?" He wasn't sure but he thought he heard her breathing stop.
"He's got some chip on his shoulder. Asshole."
"What happened David?" Her concern was obvious but the reason not so.
"I was pulling into the precinct car park as he was storming out. I tried calling him but I couldn't get him so I followed him. It turns out he was going to the Church of the Holy gospel."
"Reverend Jefferson's Church."
"Yeah. We went in asked some questions afterwards out on the street..."
"What David? What happened?" He pictured her in green scrubs leaning against a tall silver counter. These morgues always had tall silver counters he mused and it helped him to see the details.
"We had a few words. He's not to fond of me...of the FBI, or of you for that matter?"
"Me?" she exclaimed suddenly.
"He's got a problem with authority."
"Look David we need to find a connection between these victims." She tried to push away her questions and focus on the case. "We have three bodies, one unidentified and still no leads."
"Speaking to the secretary of the Holy Gospel Church she gave a name of a Bishop who openly spoke out against Rev. Jefferson."
"Is Detective Williams gone to speak to him?"
"Yes." "I'm almost finished here then I have to go back to the precinct to finish off my report."
"Okay Dana, I'll pick you up at the hospital in about twenty minutes."
Scully switched the phone off and returned it to her coat pocket. Sighing she walked back to the body and donned a fresh pair of gloves before beginning the Y-Incision close up. She muttered under her breath stray thoughts forming odd words that somehow found their way to her lips. Her mind reeled piecing the puzzle as best she could without seeing the whole picture. The blue twine in her fingers curled as she pulled the needle through the skin on the victim's chest. Now that the body had a name she couldn't help but imagine the life it had led before it ended up decapitated on her autopsy table. She closed the body and rushed through her shower, walking out to the reception in time to see the car pull up out side.
Scully waved at the night nurse who was still sitting at the desk studying the medical journal in front of him with something less than enthusiasm. She pulled her coat up by the collar, covering her neck and rushed down the path to the waiting black Lincoln. As she approached the door she realised it wasn't David's rental car or him sitting inside. She stopped racing and bent lower to see if she could recognise the driver. Mulder leaned over and opened the passenger door, beckoning for her to follow.
"Are you going to stand in the rain all night or do you want a lift?"
"Mulder? What are you doing here?"
"I came to collect you. Gary said you were still here."
"David is on his way to collect me."
"I told him I would do it...C'mon Scully, it's cold and wet...get in!" he urged, waving his hand at her again.
Hesitantly she walked over and sat into the wide car. The leather seats were plush and the air was warm. It was dark in the car and the small overhead light went off as she closed the door.
"Is this what they give you to drive?" she said pulling the smooth belt around to buckle up.
"I am the best detective in the force. The want to keep me happy."
"I'm not surprised, with the training you got." It sounded like a shot. It sounded like a dig, but her tone was light, her lips hadn't vanished so he let it go.
"Dana..." he began pulling away from the curb.
"Dana?" she barked out a small laugh as she shook the rain from her coat and pulled it off from under the seatbelt. He couldn't help but notice how her blouse stretched across her abdomen and breasts, but he managed to tear his eyes away as she tossed it on the back seat without ceremony.
"Sorry I thought...David calls you..." his voice faded away. "Sorry."
"It's okay. What were you going to say?" she ran her fingers through her hair to dry the damp tendrils but all she managed to do was fluff up the curls that were bursting to be set free.
"I wanted to apologise." The car rolled to a stop for the red light. "For earlier."
"For the kiss?"
"The kiss? Kissing you? No I'm not sorry for that." He chuckled and turned to her while the car while still motionless. "Are you?"
"What are you sorry for Mulder?" She ignored his question. Her tone found a new level, a level he recognised even after all these years. Welcome Angry Scully.
"For-," he began but she cut him off.
"For leaving? For not calling me? For lying to me? For not caring?" Her eyes found a dark blue hue that shone through him with a glare. "Pick one Mulder because maybe you should apologise for all of them."
The traffic light turned green forcing Mulder to take his eyes off her and drive on. They travelled in silence for a few blocks and he stole what glances he could but finally it became too much for him. He pulled the wheel sharply turning into the car park of a bar on the corner. Switching off the engine he undid his belt buckle and turned to her. She was looking at him with a strange angry curiosity that he realised he missed.
"Dana...Scully...I'm sorry. I can't apologise enough for leaving the way I did. I can't take it back, I can't change it and to be honest...I'm not sure if I would." His hands waved in front of her emphasising his need for her to understand, but she watched him placidly pushing all her emotions to the background to be dealt with at a later date. "But you'll never understand how difficult it was for me."
"No Mulder I won't. But you didn't give me the chance to."
"Give you a chance? All I was doing was surviving Scully."
"I spent that weekend with you Mulder because I cared about you, because I wanted to help you...be there for you. But you didn't want my help."
"No Scully I didn't. Is that so hard for you to believe? You can't fix everything, you couldn't fix me."
"You didn't let me try," she argued.
"I didn't want to. You don't have the solution to all my problems." Their voices were rising past control as Scully undid her own belt and turned towards him.
"What do you want from me Mulder? My forgiveness?"
"No...I'd never expect that...I'd never expect you to give me something I couldn't give myself." His hands fell to his lap and he looked out the window at the falling rain as it bounced in the car park puddles
"Then what?" she barked back almost sorry for her harsh tone...almost.
"A day hasn't gone by...an hour, a minute...that I didn't think about you, didn't miss you. You'll never know-."
"I'll never know? Jesus Christ Mulder...look around you. The world kept turning."
She opened the door and walked out into the light rain ignoring the cold and walking away. He followed her like a flash and pulled her elbow to make her face him.
"Scully...don't do this. Don't push me away."
"You. Left. Me."
The rain hit her face in small drops making her blink quicker to get the water out of her eyes but it didn't seem to make a difference as she was hit with a barrage of tears. His hands reached up to her face, cupping her cheeks, his thumbs brushing her tears away.
"I couldn't do it Scully. I couldn't see you hurting for me. Listen to you crying for me. I thought it would be easier for both of us this way."
"Was it Mulder? Was it easy for you?" she whispered shakily.
"It was the hardest thing I ever had to do."
He leaned down and gently kissed her forehead as he bundled her into his arms and held her close. She took comfort in his warmth and clung to him tightly, but all too soon she felt the tension in his grip releasing as he pulled away.
"It's raining," he said, still holding her face in his hands and gazing into her eyes.
"I know."
"You're wet."
"I know."
"Lets get out of here."
He took her hand and bundled her into the car. Sitting in the passenger seat as he rushed around to the drivers, she felt her heart quicken and a dizzy wave wash over her. He started the engine with a nervous smile in her direction.
"Hungry?"
"Starving."
"Good."
The tyres screeched with his eagerness to get the journey over with, and she didn't ask where he was taking her, just sat back and relaxed in the overwhelming familiarity of it all. His smell filled the car and she basked in it. Glancing at the cubbyhole beneath the radio she spotted a familiar wrapper. When she pulled it out she smiled at the half full packet of Lay's Sunflower Seeds.
"It really is you Mulder!" she joked shaking the packet beside him.
"Was there really any doubt?"
She let his question hang, preferring to keep it light and let her heart relax before racing in with another barrage of emotional questions and theories.
"So what's with the facial hair?"
"I thought it looked quite dashing...don't you?" He reached up and gently stroked it.
"Maybe a bit porn star–ish Mulder...dashing though isn't word I would use."
"Porn star? Well I tried that job when I first came out here but no dice."
She laughed aloud and he smiled at the delicious sound he had longed to hear, letting it whip around him caressing him gently. Soon he parked the car and jumped out and Scully looked out to see a residential apartment building.
"Where are we Mulder?" she asked as she met him by the bonnet of the car.
"My place."
He took her hand and led her to the door. After punching in a few numbers into the electronic lock he opened the door and walked in. Still holding her hand he walked to the elevator and pressed the call button. It arrived almost immediately and they entered. She watched in mild fascination as he hit the button for the fifth floor and led her out to apartment number 57. "Nice building. You detectives must be holding down good pay."
"Not to mention benefits from the city."
His apartment was dark with half drawn shades and little or no lights switched on, but as he led her past the hallway and into the open plan living room she smiled at the sight of the fish tank, identical to the one she had at her place even down to the small spaceship shaped filter bobbing up and down in the clear water. His furniture was minimal but cosy giving the impression that he spent a lot of time here. The mess suggested he spent that time alone. Over the fireplace was a familiar picture of Mulder and his sister that she couldn't take her eyes off, so as he went to the kitchen to get her a drink she walked over and picked it up. Her small delicate fingers were cold against the glass of the frame. She pushed away the impending tears deciding she had cried enough for the day but they persisted.
"Scully..." Startled by his voice she dropped the picture letting it fall on the corner of the marble fireplace below.
"Oh my god!" she exclaimed.
The glass shattered on the cold hard surface breaking the frame joints apart, but as she bent down to gather it up she noticed another picture had been behind the display photo. Shaking she reached out for the small picture and turned it over to see her own smiling face looking back at her. It was a photo that had been taken at a Yankees Game that Mulder had surprised her with one weekend. She was wearing his Knicks sweater that was too big for her and her hair had been whipped into her face covering one of her cheeks. But her smile and bright shining eyes were wide, giving a picture of happiness she rarely displayed.
"Mulder?" She glanced up at him her confusion clear.
"Every day...every hour...every minute...I never stopped thinking about you Scully."
Slowly she stood up and he put the two wine glasses down on the table beside them. His hands met with hers and slowly with close examination he intertwined their fingers. His thumbs stroked the inside palms of her hands sending soft warm sensations up her arms. Carefully he brought her hands up to his neck, joining them at the back of his head and letting his fingers trail lightly to her shoulders. He stepped closer so their bodies were touching, their thighs, torsos, and her breasts against his wide chest.
"I can't believe you are here Scully. I keep waiting to wake up."
"So do I."
His hips swayed back and forth taking her with his motion and he snuggled his head into the crook between her neck and shoulder, keeping the gentle movement constant as he breathed her in. Tentatively his lips reached out to touch her warm skin and she shivered beneath him. So much conflicting emotions battling for supremacy washed around the surface of her body but she was powerless against him. When she felt his tongue lick her where his lips had just been, her grip around his neck tightened. He ran his hands down her back, pressing her against him and tracing her spine to the curve of her bottom then coming round to grip her waist. His head lifted off her shoulder to hover mere inches way from her face.
"This is it Scully. This is everything I ever dreamed of. Holding you, touching you, smelling you, tasting you...I never thought I'd see you again...I never hoped...it was breaking my heart."
His voice racked by emotion was low and scared, afraid he might wake up if he spoke too loudly and have the dream dispel around him in the harsh cold light of day, finding himself alone in his bedroom as usual.
His hand reached up to touch her hair and he twirled a small lock of it between his fingers. She noticed his eyes were distant as if he were thinking of days missed and friendships ruined.
"Mulder."
"Scully." He slowly leaned down towards her lips but her hand moved up and stopped him, touching his shoulder to push him away.
"No Mulder...don't."
"Sorry, I thought...sorry." He moved away from her dropping his hands to his sides, then lifting them to his hips and dropping them again.
"Mulder it can't happen like this. I don't want to sleep with you in a one night frenzy." "One night frenzy?" His smile was slight but teasing and she blushed under his cool gaze.
"It was tough enough to move on when you left the first time. When this case is over I'll go back to DC." Her eyes darted over to the broken picture frame. "Lets not make it any harder than it already is."
"Okay Scully...okay. I'm sorry." He leaned over and squeezed her shoulder with a sad smile. "Sit down and have a drink, I'll get some dinner ready."
After he handed her the glass of white wine he went back into the kitchen. She sat down onto the plush white couch and sipped the cool drink. Her eyes examining the room, memorising the niches, the art, the smell. He returned to the living room, having shed his jacket and tie and cleaned up the broken glass. Taking his own glass of wine from the coffee table he sat on the opposite end of the couch, one of his legs bent under him, the other dangling over the edge.
"So you got a new partner?"
"It's been four years Mulder. I've been working with David for a little over three of those years."
"What happened the X files?"
"They remained open and active for six months. But I was working on my own and seeing as the reason for my initial assignment was redundant, it just didn't seem viable to keep them open. I was transferred to ATF in June of 2001 and started working with David in November."
"What's he like?" he asked sipping his wine.
"You met him Mulder."
"But I want to know what you think." He glanced at her from over the rim of his glass before taking another sip.
"He's great. We work well together."
"As well as we did?"
"It's a different relationship."
He put his glass down and sat back into the couch. She blushed again unused to the lavish attention he was offering her. But as suddenly as his attention was offered he receded it, jumping off the couch he went back into the kitchen where she could hear plates and pans banging together.
"What are you making Mulder?"
"Pasta with chicken."
"Want a hand?"
"Sure."
She left her glass next to his and went in to the well-lit kitchen. Pulling her jacket off she draped it over a chair and it was only then she noticed her white blouse, wet from the rain and clinging to her body.
"Looks like you could do with a change of clothes."
"I guess I got wetter than I realised."
"Keep stirring this and I'll grab something for you."
She took the fork from him and stirred the sauce as he walked past her and disappeared into a door behind the couch. He was gone for only a moment and returned empty handed taking the fork back off her.
"I left some stuff out on the bed. You can change in there."
Silently she walked out to the door he'd left ajar and peered inside. As she pushed it open and stepped in she was met by a dark blue room with floor to ceiling windows coving one wall and a large low bed against the opposite wall. A stack of bookshelves by the bed was full holding a table lamp and a small alarm clock as well as books and journals. Resisting the urge to read the titles she crossed the room to the bed and lifted the t- shirt and shorts he'd left out for her. Peeling her top off she draped it over the radiator and reached around to the back of her skirt to pull the zip down.
Mulder idly stirred the sauce listening to her soft footfall move around his bedroom. He thought of walking into her and grabbing her and kissing her and throwing her onto the bed so he could...but she didn't want that. So he continued to stir the sauce, move the pasta and check on the chicken, all the while keeping one eye on the bedroom door.
She undid her bra and tucked it onto the radiator beside her blouse; a stray thought asking if it was the first bra to be drying there. She pushed the question aside with a smile and pulled the t-shirt on. The shorts were long enough to reach her mid thigh, but she couldn't help but wonder if they were the only things he could find for her to wear or the only thing he wanted to see her in. Regardless they were dry so she fixed them against her legs and hung her skirt on what room was left on the radiator. She left her shoes by the bed and padded out barefoot where she found Mulder bending over the fireplace striking a match. He didn't hear her silent approach and jumped when she touched his back. Her smile was shy, but more alluring than she was aware and words stuck to his throat at the sight of her in his Seattle Sonics t-shirt.
"Sonics fan Mulder?"
"Yeah go Sonics! Are you cold?"
"No I'm okay. I left my stuff on the radiator to dry if that's okay."
"Yeah it's fine. Sit here, the fire should be going in a minute." He patted the corner of the fireplace for her to take a seat. She sat next to him and smiled again. He stood up and went into the kitchen and returned with two plates. "Here ya go."
She took the plate and inhaled the aroma of the cooked chicken in the mushroom sauce on a bed of angel pasta. It was one of her favourite meals and she was sure he knew it but she didn't say anything. He went back to the kitchen to retrieve the cutlery and the rest of the wine.
"This smells delicious Mulder."
"Well your stomach wont fills on smells. Tuck in Scully."
They ate in practical silence, sharing glances and smiles enjoying the heat from the fire on their backs. When their plates were cleared he took them and put them into the sink, then came back to sit next to her again.
"You seem...settled here Mulder," she mused as he filled her wine glass again.
"I do?"
"I don't know what it is. You seem content."
"Content is not a word I'd use. Restless, tired of running, scared...that's just a few."
"What are you running from?" He looked at her with arched eyebrows, his face turning into a sneer.
"You read the medical reports Scully. You know what happened to me. Don't pretend you don't." His eyes darted away from her and focused on the wine in his glass.
"Maybe if you faced your troubles you wouldn't have to run so far...so hard. Maybe if you accepted help from those who cared about you, you wouldn't be so scared."
"I've got a routine here Scully. A nice, safe routine."
"A hiding place." She finished off her wine and put the glass down. The picture of Samantha resting on the table caught her eye and she reached down to pick it up. "What about Samantha?"
"I can't help her now." His voice was so defeated, so low.
"What about Fox Mulder?"
"Mulder...Mulder is gone."
"Detective Frank Williams." She fingered the photo gently, touching the smiling faces on it and passing it to him. "Pity. I'm not sure if I like you Frank."
"Scully what do you want from me?" Despair tainted his voice as he looked at the picture in his hands, tears welling up behind his eyes.
"I don't want anything from you Frank. I want Mulder. I want my Fox Mulder back."
Without another word Mulder stood up and went into the bedroom. She gaped after him wondering if she had pushed him too far. But as she heard the shower running she was confused. Thinking he needed a moment alone, she wandered into the kitchen to clean up the remainder of the mess. By the time she had it all cleaned up the shower was no longer running but no noise could be heard. She wondered briefly about knocking on the door asking if he was okay, but as she took a step towards the door it swung open.
Her eyes widened at the sight of him standing before her. Wearing a faded pair of Levi's and a navy blue t-shirt. Her eyes roamed up his body over his cleanly shaven face and landing on his sparkling dark green eyes.
"Green eyes, no facial hair...huge chip on my shoulder...is this what you want Scully?"
"Oh...Mulder!"
She rushed over and grabbed him into a tight hug. Standing on her tiptoes she could reach her arms around his neck so she squeezed him against her. His hands met at the small of her back enjoying her exuberant embrace in case it didn't last long.
"Scully..." he whispered into her hair before leaning back and looking into her eyes. He saw the conflicting emotions battling to rule before he settled his lips against her. She shivered at the contact then snuggled against his body, as though needing his warmth. His mouth played with hers, teasing it open, wetting it with his tongue.
No Mulder, stop flashed through her mind, but she didn't have the willpower to push him away, not this time. Instead she took his kiss and gave her own at the same time dragging her arms down his back and holding his waist.
Mulder hadn't truly expected her to respond with anything but refusal certainly he didn't understand it. Dazed and dizzy he buried the questions and concentrated on the pleasure of holding her. Of kissing her. Of touching her.
His hands began to wandering, caressing her from shoulder to hips. Her contribution was earth shattering and coming close to distracting him completely. He lifted her t-shirt enough to snake his hand beneath it against her warm skin and sighed into her mouth when she did the same. She wasn't going to stop him he realised while trying to catch his breath between kisses. Incredible. More confident he lifted the t-shirt higher and pulled it off over her head. Loathing breaking contact with her lips he snatched them straight back again pressing her body against him. Then it seemed neither of them could get undressed fast enough. He walked her backwards into his bedroom as they deposited a trail of clothes behind them, and fell onto his bed, with her on her back and Mulder on top of her. Kisses were exchanged hungrily, greedily.
"I want you so much," he whispered raggedly.
He hadn't had to say it, not when she was already lying beneath him. But the words lifted her to a higher plane of desire and she opened her legs for him. He put the two of them together like the pieces of a puzzle, curves and angles fitting perfectly.
He wanted to say it. I love you Scully. But she wasn't ready yet to hear it. She would make love with him but she wouldn't talk about love. She would he decided grimly. Before she left tonight, and he was sure she would leave.
Of course tonight was only a few hours away, and how could a man be discontented when he was deep in the throes of a blinding passion with the woman he loved? He brushed her throat with his lips licking the soft warm skin, and inhaling deeply.
"Oh Mulder," she whispered, aching for him. He bent to touch the satin of her nipples with his lips. She whispered his name again as the skin tautened in pleasure. No he wasn't discontented. The way the blood was rushing around his head it was a wonder he could think at all. He quit trying and put every ounce of energy into giving both Scully and himself pleasure.
His mouth moved again a sweet torment that found her breasts, their aching tips, the smoothness of her belly, and the mystery of her shivering thighs. And when she thought that there was no more that she had reached the limit of her endurance he came back to her, murmuring her name. Now there was no holding back. None of the self-control that allowed her to function so well, now his need matched hers, and his body was fierce, demanding a response from every sinew.
Then he began moving, raising his head to watch her face while he loved her and at last the agony of desire was quenched in trembling ecstasy. They clung together as they tumbled down the fiery waterfall of their passion, plunging deep into the depths, sinking, drowning, and drifting into a peace more utterly complete than anything she had ever known.
A/N : den den deehhhhhh!!!!! Ahh you know me! It'll always get worse before it gets better!