Chapter Two: The Morning Light
Author: ValaGillian
Disclaimer: I don't own Mulder, Scully, or the X-Files. Please don't sue me.
Summary: A desert that only got rain after a terrible sand storm.
Author's Notes: Here's the sequel everyone's been ranting about. Hope you like it. It's once again the early morning hours that seem to write this fanfic. Hey, it's no surprise really anyone with experience writing MSR fanfic has definitely been through this before. Well, I'll stop my rambling and let you get on with it. Please tell me what you think. Good or bad. I'll love you forever anyway.
The dreary morning light floods her bedroom. The rain outside is rhythmically tapping the bedside window. The cold room cast in gray shadows as if it's long been dead.
I however am holding the woman I love securely in my devoted embrace. The heat under these gray covers is sufficient enough to fill the entire room with love and warmth.
The juxtaposition of these two elements flickers only for a moment in my consciousness then disappears forever as she stirs in my arms. I think she is going to wake up but instead falls back into her deep slumber leaving me to observe her beautiful face in the shadows of the room.
Her eyes flutter relentlessly. She is dreaming. I know I've dreamt of this very moment hundreds of times but never allowed much more than that. Before she told me she couldn't live without me, that if I pushed her away to save her she would die anyway, I would've never allowed this.
I would've never put her in danger this way by letting this happen. By letting her get this close to me, by letting myself get this close to her. I have been neglecting water in a desert that has been through a drought no environment could ever hope to sustain life in. A desert that only got rain after a terrible sand storm. Rain that was so sweet for its brief life span. Rain that only consisted of our short-lived touches and caresses over the past seven years. And storms that were, and are, hell to reckon with. Storms of great hurt, sorrow, and despair. But all that changed after she said those three inevitable words. Our desert got its monsoon.
I never would've believed it had I not heard it with my own two ears. Had I not saw it in her eyes. Felt it in her touch.
Ironically enough, here we are. Wrapped in each other's hold. Daring to challenge the long forbidden. Risking the risks. Taking the leaps. And loving every minute of it.
I can't help but smile. Letting my lips slide against hers, which are against mine even in sleep. How could I have known? That something so terribly drastic as the permanent closing of the X-Files would permit such a frantic act.
I knew that's not what she wanted. She didn't want this to just be about comfort, about solace. Neither did I. This had to be about love. And it was. It is.
But never in my wildest dreams did I ever think I would actually be here. Here in her bed, holding her. Her naked body molded into my own.
My thoughts disappear when I feel her lips curve into a smile against mine. This is what heaven is like. Her eyes are the ocean possessing all of its deep uncharted mysteries that will never belong to man completely.
"Mulder, did you roll up the windows in the car? It's raining like a son of a bitch out there ya'know."
The humor in her voice is unmistakable and I feel myself laugh uncontrollably. Giggles attack her body ferociously making her wiggle against my iron clutch on her. The humor starts to pass and I can see the happiness in her eyes and feel it in my own. This is why it's about love.
The shrill ringing of the phone sends an electric charge through the air that breaks our eye contact momentarily. Before she can reach the phone I grab it and answer. What am I thinking? The ridiculous possessiveness invading my body spreads like cancer when I hear the male voice on the other end of the phone.
"Hello?"
"Who is this?"
I screech into the receiver.
"Who is? Is this Agent Mulder?"
Shit. It's Skinner. Time to sign our death certificate.
"Sir?"
My guilty squeaking is pathetic and Scully is staring at me with a horror stricken facial expression.
"… Agent, we have a serious situation here at the Bureau. They're saying that you and Agent Scully killed a man."
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