Title: Amore Cieco
Author: sitarra
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Summary: Dana Scully never thought she'd ever be having casual sex with the one and only Fox Mulder.
Rating: M
Spoliers:Goes throughout season 7 only but maybe a little into season 8 only with a twist
A/N: I know this has been done before but now I'm doing it.
Translation: Blind Love
Progress: WIP
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Sbalzi
Scully knocked on Mulder's apartment door but she received no answer. She used her key to let herself in but she found no sign of him. She strolled leisurely through the small but cozy apartment, looking for a sign of where he could be.
The kitchen offered no help nor did the living room. She slowly made her way to his open bedroom door. She hadn't been in there since that night. They'd been over at her place a few times since then.
The bed was unmade, the sheets were rumpled, and there were clothes on the floor. All typical Mulder. It was an oddly comforting image. All that was missing was Mulder himself.
She swept her gaze across the room before rushing out of the apartment. She should have known he'd go there.
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Pallacanestro
The sound of the basketball was rhythmic on the black top. The sun had just started to set but for the players it didn't matter. There was a chill in the air but they didn't seem to notice. Hardly any other people were in the park, dinner calling them away.
Scully found herself sitting on the bleachers. She pulled her coat tight around her to ward off the wind. Sometimes it felt like she was always cold. Of course anybody would feel like that after strong arms unwrapped themselves from around their body.
Her eyes focused on the game in front of her. There weren't as many people as she was used to seeing, only four, but it was just as aggressive. Her eyes moved to one body in particular, her eyes traveling the length o f his body. She could count the number of times she'd seen him play on one hand but she wouldn't trade the experience for anything.
Mulder was definitely made to play sports.
Despite his earlier complaints about being old, he moved with ease up and down the court. He had on an old Knicks jersey and his running shorts, the items that led her to him.
She noticed how the setting sun hit him just right, accenting all the right things. That's when he caught her watchful eye. She could feel a faint smile spread over his lips. She smiled back in spite of herself.
A slap on his back brought him back to the present.
"Just a few more minutes and then you can get to the beautiful woman," an opposing team member said. Mulder took the offered ball from him but kept his eyes on Scully.
"Yeah, we can whip your ass and she can pick up the pieces," another said.
"I might have to let you," Mulder said, pulling his attention back to the game. "Just this once."
After a few quick moves and a lot of passing the ball, Mulder finally shot the last point from half court.
"But you guys have never beat us and I'm not about to let you start," Mulder finished. A few quick pats on the back and handshakes and Mulder was hastily moving toward the bleachers, only stopping to pick up his bag.
She didn't bother to sand as he stopped in front of her.
"Look at this, my own personal cheerleader," he joked. "But you're out of uniform. Where's the short skirt and pom-poms?"
She smiled and played along. "I traded them in for a strict wardrobe and a gun. Sorry."
She motioned for him to sit next to her.
"You are quite the basketball player, Mulder. Sometimes I forget you play other sports."
He sat closer to her, not caring about being in public. The lights around the park were starting to come on. The sun had gone down. Cars could be heard in the background from the nearby highway. Dogs were barking not far away in a playful manner to their owner. Crickets were letting their songs be heard. The two lovers were one step closer to letting their desires be known.
"Baseball holds no thrill for me anymore," he confessed, staring up at the blurry stars in the sky.
"And why's that?'
His eyes met hers. "Because it doesn't have you."
"Mulder," she blushed. "Sweet talk doesn't work one me."
"I know. That's why I have to try extra hard. You're a hard woman to impress, Scully," he pointed out. "But I don't mind. I welcome the challenge."
"That's good because I like making it challenging."
Their eyes twinkled as they both looked up at the sky. Lights from the city drowned out most stars but a few could be seen. They shined brightly back down at the pair, twinkling as if withholding a secret from them.
"So Betty," her elbow jabbed his side, "what are you doing here?"
"I went by your apartment but you didn't answer. Your missing shoes and shorts have it away."
"Coming y to check up on me?"
"Maybe. I wanted to see how you were. You didn't seem too happy when you left the airport. I thought I'd come over, we'd get dinner, and talk," she suggested.
Mulder glanced over at her, a pleasant expression on his face. He hadn't expected this. But he just smiled and nodded.
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Conversacione al minimo
Mulder listened to Scully talk about their most recent case as he cleaned up the remains of dinner.
"Maybe they used up the source of the power," she was saying from his dining room. She had spent the last five minutes coming up with reasons why they weren't affected by the speed.
"Yeah but how?" he countered.
"I don't know," she said lamely. Her voice got farther away. He could just picture her making herself at home on his couch. It was a nice image.
"Maybe when Max was host, and the Chastity, it stopped the speed altogether," she continued suggesting. "It could happen, Mulder."
"I know; it's just not a good enough answer right now."
He flipped the lights out in the kitchen after making sure everything was cleaned up. He made sure everything else was in order as he trekked through to his living room. He always wanted his apartment to look presentable for Scully.
He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw her.
She always managed to take his breath away. There wasn't anything special about where she was sitting or how she was sitting. She was just … beautiful.
They hadn't spoken about what had happened between them a few weeks ago or just a few nights ago. He was amazed he hadn't brought it up. He was also amazed nothing between them had changed. They were closer, though.
The sex had been amazing. He didn't think anything could feel that good. He was surprised at how relaxing it was. He never remembered it being that way. He was tense when he made the first move on his couch but she quickly got rid of that.
He remembered how strong he came on when they fell into bed and how scared he was she wouldn't like it. Normally she called a lot of the shots, no matter how much it looked like he was in charge. He always figured her as being dominant in bed but boy, was he wrong. She let him take over completely. And judging from her moans and sighs, she liked it. She liked it a lot.
He'd thought of that night many times since then. They were often his last thoughts before he went to bed. Sometimes it was so real he could still hear her calling out his name.
"Mulder? You okay?" Scully brought him back to the present. He was grateful the apartment was dark to hide the flush that came over him.
"Yeah, sorry, just thinking," he apologized. He took his seat next to her. One thing he knew he was hearing was his mind and body telling him he had to have her. She looked too good for him to pass it up.
"I asked you why it bothered you so much to not come into the power of speed," Scully continued, eyeing him suspiciously.
He fidgeted in his spot. "I don't know. It just did."
"Does it still?"
"No." He sounded unconvincing.
"Mulder," her tone sounded of that of a mother, "does the thought of aging scare you?"
He remained silent in his spot.
"Is that it? Do you think you're old now?"
"Maybe," he broke down. "There's just a lot of stuff I've always wanted to do and I've never done it. I'd like to do it before I die."
"It's not like you're going to die tomorrow." He gave her a pointed look. "Just think of it that way. You have plenty of time to do whatever it is you want."
"Really?"
"Yes!" she exclaimed. Her body moved closer to his. "You're not old, Mulder. You're thirty-nine. You have plenty of time left. Provided you don't get shot, at least."
He rolled his eyes. "Thanks, I feel so much better."
She took his face between her hands, forcing him to look at her.
"Listen carefully. You are not old." She spoke slowly as if he were a child. Sometimes he did act like one, though. "Think of now as the prime of your life. And you are in perfect health—most of the time."
He grumbled a response.
"Mulder, nod your head and say you believe me." His head nodded slowly between her hands. The reward was worth it. Her bright smile; a real smile.
"Good. Besides as long as I'm around, no one's going to shoot you," Scully assured. "Maybe that should teach you not to ditch me."
"I haven't ditched you in a long time," he immediately defended.
She chuckled at his outburst. She slowly let her fingers move from his face, trailing them down to his lips where she lingered.
"Relax," she murmured. "I was only teasing." Her eyes were fixated on his lower lips.
"You tease me enough, I think I'm actually starting to die from it," he joked lightly but something in his voice told her he was serious.
"It's your fault. All that flirting for seven years." Her voice lowered to a whisper. She moved her face closer to his, close enough to kiss she noted. "It's payback time."
His lips were on hers in an instant. Yep, he still knew how to kiss. and he remembered how she liked it, too. She could feel his hands running up her back, massaging deeply. He tugged her shirt off next and began placing a trail of fire down the side of her face to her neck.
Her hands grasped at his still covered shoulders, taking fistfuls of fabric in each hand. She could feel the sense of euphoria rushing to her head. Then, she felt herself being lowered to his couch. His lips never moved.
A million feelings and thoughts were rushing to her head but she fought to push them out. The emotions she was feeling were too good to focus on anything else.
"Bedroom," she managed to gasp out just before he could rid her of her pants. His hands abandoned their post and wrapped around her waist.
The sound of the squeal she gave when he lifted her off the couch, he had to admit, made him that much more aroused. Any sound she made did, even the tone of her angry voice. If anything, that one did it to him the most.
He gently laid her one his bed, not so quick to get rid of feeling her fingers raking through his hair. He felt a tightening in his abdomen and pulled back to look at the source below him.
He untangled her hands from his hair and laced their fingers together. She gave him a quizzical eyebrow raise. He just stared at her, something unexplainable written on his face. He flexed his fingers around hers, loving how easily they fit together.
"Mulder, what?" Scully questioned, hoping he wasn't backing out of it. Evidence against her thigh told her otherwise but there was still that look on his face.
Slowly he shook his head. "Nothing. Just admiring the view."
He didn't let her answer, instead just kissed her slowly to the point of torture.
The rest of her clothes came off following shortly by his. They both did their exploring, both making sure to take their time. The other got fed up with it eventually and they played the game all over again.
When he joined with her, they let out a similar sigh. She could feel a sense to tranquility come over her. All was right with the world as long as they were together like this.
He took hold of her hands as he moved with her. She was focused solely on what his body was doing to her, the pleasure that derived from it that she had never felt before meeting him. His lips often caught hers, making her breath catch in her throat. She swore they were on, that their souls were connected. They were always like on but this was different. Everything about it felt different, better. They had a deeper connection now.
Later they lay tangled together on rumpled sheets, both sets of eyes wide open. Her head rested on his chest, one arm draped over his chest, lazily moving her fingers against the sensitive skin of his side, making him jump occasionally. Her other arm was cramped between them but not uncomfortably. Her fingers were lazily playing with his. She'd thrown one leg over his, occasionally teasing him by seductively moving her leg.
She listened to the sound of their breathing in the dark room. The only other sound was the ceiling fan slowly moving to cool their bodies.
"Have you ever wanted to learn another language?" Mulder asked absently, stroking her forearm.
"What?"
"Another language. Did you ever want to learn one to the point of fluency and not just enough to get by?" he repeated.
She looked up at his, her chin resting against his shoulder. "I guess. What language?"
"Any language. It doesn't matter."
"Okay then. I'd have to say I'd like to learn Italian or better Latin. But Latin's dead and I prefer to listen to Italian."
"Really, Scully. You listen to Italian?"
"Opera and composers mostly. What about you, Mulder?"
"I don't like Opera," he joked.
"Mulder."
"I don't know what language I'd pick. Maybe I'd learn a little bit of all of them."
He was silent after that; she thought he'd gone to sleep. But the caresses to her arm and the feather light touch of his fingers were still there. His eyes were shut though. She found it the perfect opportunity to observe him.
His breathing was deep and even, that of a man who was in deep sleep and not wide awake like she knew he was. The lines present on his face during the day were missing, replaced now with a serene look. She smiled when she thought about why it was there. He looked beautiful just as he always did. She found herself privileged to view him as she was now.
She pressed a long kiss into his shoulder before relaxing against him once more. His grip tightened around her before she felt him take a deep breath.
"Scully, can I teach you more about baseball?"
She smiled lightly. "Yes, Mulder. I would love to know more about baseball."
"Can we plan it soon? I want it to be soon." His voice was getting lower; she knew he was fighting sleep.
"Mulder, go to sleep," she instructed.
"Mmm 'kay. You gonna stay all night?"
She caressed his stomach lovingly. "Yes, I'll be here. Now go to sleep." He was out soon after that. She wasn't far behind.
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continuato nel capitolo due…
"We must shake off the rusty shackles of the past, observe the present for what it is, and the future for what it will become."