The past few days had been wonderful for Mulder. Since the night they had consummated their relationship, they had spent every waking moment together. And they had spent many moments together in Scully's bed as well. Each time they made love seemed better than the first and Mulder never knew he could be so happy. But there was one thing he hadn't told Scully about…the nightmares. Every night he was plagued by horrific images that he couldn't explain. He sometimes saw himself making love with Scully but in ways that he never had before. And then there was the screaming and the blood. They seemed to intensify each night but Scully was always there to chase them away. But now she wouldn't be for a while and for some reason that scared him. He stood in the doorway to the bedroom and observed her with a suitcase. "Do you really have to go, Scully?"

Scully placed some clothes in her suitcase. "Mulder, I told you that it's just until the end of the week. And I thought you and Mom had agreed to this before I got out of the hospital?"

"We did but…"

"But what?"

Mulder came up behind her and placed his arms around her waist. "That was before we made love that night." He put his head on her shoulder and nuzzled her neck. "Before I realized what I had been missing out on all these years." He started to kiss her neck slowly.

Scully moaned as she felt his lips on her neck. "Mulder, I….I need to pack."

"Finish it later." Mulder whispered as his lips moved to her ear. He started to trace the outline of it with his tongue and then nibbled on her earlobe.

Scully took in breaths. "Mulder, I…I told Mom I would be ready in…."

"So call and tell her to come a little later." He replied as he started to slide the straps down on her shirt. He started to kiss her shoulder and back up to her neck again.

"Mulder, I can't."

"Sure you can." Mulder murmured on her skin as he ran his hand under her shirt and started to caress the top of her breast.

Scully swallowed for a minute and then pulled away from him. "No, I can't, Mulder!"

Mulder sighed. "What is wrong with you?"

"What's wrong with ME?" Scully asked looking back at him. "Mulder, what is wrong with you?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean this whole…touchy, touchy feely thing you've been doing these past few days! I mean I understand that we've become lovers but…."

Mulder grabbed her and pulled her to him. "Oh come on, you like it and you know it."

"It's true I like making love but does it have to be every hour? I understand that we're trying to catch up on six years but do we have to do all of that in two days?"

Mulder chuckled as he tightened his grip on her wrist. "Wait, you're telling me that you haven't been enjoying things these past few days?"

"Ow, Mulder you're….you're hurting me."

"That every time you screamed out my name and had an orgasm that nearly shook the walls that you WEREN'T enjoying it? Is that what you are trying to tell me?"

"Let go of me." She replied in a firm tone.

"Every time I pounded into you and sent you into ecstasy that it meant nothing? When I licked you between your legs and you begged me not to stop, it meant nothing?"

"I said, let go of me!"

Mulder released his grip on her. "Oh, so I see how it is. Everything's all fine and dandy when YOU want to have sex! But hey if Mulder does then he's INTRUDING!"

"I never said that I didn't like to have sex with you!"

"Yeah, well that's what I'm hearing now!"

Scully could feel tears coming to her eyes. "What's….what's happened to you?" She whispered. "Why are you so angry? It's like you've gone from this loving person to someone full of animosity."

"I saved your life, Scully remember?"

"So, you think that makes me obligated to give sex to you anytime you want it?" She noticed his silence. "Oh my god, I can't believe you're saying this." She went back to her suitcase. "I am going to stay with Mom whether you like it or not."

Mulder grabbed her around the waist roughly. "Not if I don't let you."

"Dammit, Mulder let go of me!" She struggled against him as he pushed himself against her. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she felt his hands under her shirt. "Stop!Please stop this!" She pleaded as she felt his lips kissing her neck roughly.

Mulder continued kissing Scully and exploring with his hands when he suddenly stopped. He could hear Scully's pleas and blinked his eyes. He shook his head and pulled away. He looked to see Scully trembling in front of him grasping onto her shirt. What had he done? "Scully…"

Without another word, Scully turned back around and closed her suitcase. She then picked it up and started to head for the door.

"Scully, I'm…I'm sorry." He immediately went after her and grabbed her hand.

"Don't touch me!" Scully yelled back as she pulled against his grip. "It's clear to me that you've shown me what you want out of this relationship!"

"What I want is to be with you!"

Scully heard a knock at her door. "Yeah, just so you can have sex with me!"

"That's not true and you know it!"

"Dana?" Margaret Scully called from outside the door.

"I'm coming Mom!" Scully called back. She then turned to Mulder. "I don't know what's true right now, Mulder. But you're going to have till the end of the week to find out!" She released herself from his grip and placed her hand on the door handle.

"Scully, please just listen to me."

Scully looked at him and turned the handle. "Goodbye Mulder. You have my cell number. Please don't use it." She then opened the door and walked out as she fought back tears.

"Scully!" Mulder yelled as he slammed his hand against the door. He could feel his head pounding and winced as he brought his hand to his forehead. He could hear a voice laughing at him manically and the screaming and horrific images returned. He slowly sank to the ground as he fought them. "No!" He screamed.

Isabelle sat at a table lighting some candles when she heard a knock at her door. She turned toward the door and walked to it. She looked through the peephole and then opened it. "Fox? What…what are you doing here?"

Mulder stood in the doorway with a bottle of wine. "Remember you asked me to repay you? Well, that's what I'm here to do." He replied with a smile as he handed her the bottle. "Can I come in?"

"Uhhh…sure." She moved to the side. "Please, come in."

"Thanks." Mulder replied as he stepped inside and closed the door behind him. His eyes glanced around the room, which was illuminated by candles and had shelves of books. "This is a….nice place you have here."

Isabelle walked into her kitchen with the bottle and managed to unscrew the cork. "Thanks, I like to call it home." She took out two wine glasses and started to pour wine in them. "I want you to know that I normally don't see people without an appointment."

"Then I consider myself lucky."Mulder answered as he took a seat on the couch.

Isabelle brought the wine glasses into the living room and in front of a fireplace. She handed a glass to Mulder. "So, how's Dana doing?"

Mulder took a drink of his wine. "Mmmm, it's good. Scully? Oh she's…she's doing ok. You know she's…out of the hospital and recuperating. She's at her mother's now."

Isabelle took a sip of her wine. "Well, at least she's ok now. Have there been any incidents since the banishment?"

"Nope." Mulder replied as he swished the wine in his glass. "Everything has been peachy keen."

"Good." Isabelle took another sip of her wine. "So, really Fox why did you really come here? I can sense it wasn't just to bring me a bottle of wine."

Mulder leaned toward her. "You're very perceptive, Isabelle."

Isabelle took another drink. "I…I am?"

Mulder nodded. "I did have something else on my mind besides sharing some cheap wine with a beautiful young lady."

Isabelle looked back at him. "I….what?"

Mulder reached out and took some hair, tucking it behind her ear. "Did anyone ever tell you how the fire reflecting on you brings out your beauty."

Isabelle could feel herself shaking at Mulder's closeness. "Fox, what…what are you doing?"

"What do you think?" He asked as he caressed her cheek.

"It…it looks like you're coming on to me." Isabelle whispered.

"Again your perception is correct, Isabelle. You are truly a master." He ran his fingers across her neck, as he looked deep into her eyes. "You think I didn't know that you wanted me that night in the apartment? Don't deny it. You know deep down, you did. Admit it, tell me."

Isabelle swallowed. "I….I did."

"And you still want me now, don't you?" Mulder asked as he ran his fingers over her lips. "Don't lie to me."

"Oh god, yes." Isabelle whispered.

"Then tell me. Tell me that you want me, Isabelle."

"But….what about Dana? You told me that you were…."

"We're just close friends and nothing else, Isabelle."

"You….you are?"

Mulder ran his hand slowly down Isabelle's button down top. "Yes, Isabelle. It is possible to be close friends with someone and still help them, right?" He dipped his hand into her cleavage. "Besides….she is nothing like you. " His finger brushed her nipple. "You are…sensual, desiring, passionate…."

Isabelle took in a breath as her nipples became erect. "Oh…oh god."

Mulder leaned into her ear. "Now tell me that you want me, Isabelle."

"I want you, Fox."

He traced her neck with his tongue. "Badly?"

"Oh god, yes. I want you very badly, Fox." Isabelle replied as she put her neck to the side.

Mulder took his lips off her neck and looked at her. "Then we both want the same thing." He then leaned forward and kissed her passionately. He grabbed her leg and pulled it up to his hip as he moved against her. He pulled back from her. "Can you feel how much I want you, Isabelle?" He pulled her closer to him.

Isabelle gasped as she felt his hardness against her. "Y…yes."

"You want to feel me inside you?"

"Yes."

Mulder reached forward and grabbed her hair, pulling her to him. "Want me to fuck you until you beg for mercy?"

Isabelle was surprised at Mulder's strong sense of tone and forcefulness but it didn't affect her enough to reconsider. In fact, for some strange reason, it aroused her. "Yes, I do."

Without another word, Mulder bent down and took her lips again in a fiery kiss. He then picked up Isabelle until her legs were wrapped around him and made his way toward the back bedroom. He threw her onto the bed, showing no gentleness whatsoever. He then pulled off his shirt and unbuttoned his blue jeans until he was standing in just his boxers. He then crawled onto the bed and over to Isabelle. "How long has it been since you've had a man in your bed, Isabelle? Do you always sleep here alone?"

Isabelle looked back at Mulder as she lay back on her elbows. "I'm tired of being alone."

"Then let me fulfill that for you." Mulder whispered as he pressed his lips to hers again. He deepened the kiss even more as he worked on slipping her shirt off and down her arms. He pulled up her arms and slipped it off before throwing it to the floor. He then moved his lips to her breasts and began to kiss them as he kneaded them with his hands. He could hear Isabelle moaning as he moved to a nipple and bit down on it with his teeth. His hand then wandered down her long skirt and pulled it up roughly.

"Fox." Isabelle breathed. She then felt his hand under her skirt, moving slowly up her leg until he reached her panties. His hand dove under them and started to tease her soft pink lips. She then cried out as he thrust his finger into her.

"Yeah, you like that, don't you?" Mulder taunted as he put two fingers into her and started to move in and out of her. He increased the pressure as he moved his fingers faster, pushing into her. He could hear her moaning as he continued to fuck her with his fingers. He then stopped and looked at her. "Take off your skirt, now."

Isabelle raised herself off the bed and slid her skirt down until it was completely off her. "I'm yours, Fox."

"Oh that you are, Isabelle." Mulder replied as he grabbed her panties and ripped them off roughly. He then reached down and slipped off his boxers. "I want to hear you, Isabelle." He positioned himself above her. "Let me here you." He then thrust into her.

Isabelle cried out as she felt Mulder enter her. She threw her head back and pushed back into him. She felt Mulder grab onto her hips as he continued slamming into her. She winced slightly as she felt his firm grip, which prevented her from moving.

As Mulder continued fucking her, he could feel his head spinning. He felt as if he weren't in control of his own actions. He sat up and grabbed Isabelle's legs roughly, placing them on his shoulders. He then pounded into her even harder. He could hear grunts escaping him as he fulfilled the need from deep within him. He was in complete control of his prey and nothing was going to stop him. "You belong to me now." He whispered as he continued to move almost violently inside of her. The moans he heard from Isabelle were completely ignored, all that mattered was what he wanted. He did a few more thrusts before he finally came hard inside of her. "Ah!" He then shuddered and threw his head back.

Below him, Isabelle struggled to catch her breath. She swallowed as Mulder let go of her legs and allowed them to settle back onto the bed. "Oh my…my god."

Mulder pulled himself out of her and moaned. "Was that payment enough?"

"I would say you more than paid for my services." Isabelle replied back as she sat back up and stared at him.

Mulder leaned toward her. "Remember, you belong to me now, Isabelle. We're one now. Say it."

"I belong to you." Isabelle whispered.

Mulder gave an evil smile before grabbing and pulling her to him roughly. He then kissed her passionately before pushing her back onto the bed.