Title: Amore Cieco
Author: sitarra
email: bellydancergirl7...
Distribution: All okay
Classification: S,R,H,
Keywords: MSR
Rating: R
Spoilers: Goes throughout season 7 only but maybe a little into
season 8 only with a twist. This one is for Orison
Summary: MSR
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
A/N: I know this has been done before but now I'm doing it.
Translation: Blind Love
Progress: WIP
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preghiera
January 9, 2000
Scully's apartment
"He was evil, Mulder. I'm sure about that, without a doubt. But there's one thing that I'm not sure of."
"What's that?"
"Who was at work in me. Or what… what made me pull the trigger."
"You mean if it was God?"
Scully looked up at him with sad eyes. "I mean… what if it wasn't?"
He had no answer for that. Besides, she might get defensive or angry with anything he had to say on the matter. In his opinion, Donnie Pfaster deserved what he'd gotten. Even if at that exact moment he wasn't a threat, he would have surely killed again somehow. And Mulder wasn't about to let that next someone be Scully. If Scully hadn't shot him, he sure would've if Pfaster had made even one move toward her.
"How about we get some of your stuff together and head over to my place?" Mulder suggested, brushing his fingers across her cheek. Aside from her lip and nose, Pfaster hadn't done anything to her face. It was the rest of her body he had yet to see that he feared was where the most bruises were.
She nodded and got off her bed.
"If it's okay with you, I can get the guys over here and clean up for you. They'd be more than willing," Mulder suggested, his body itching to help her.
"I'd appreciate it." She went about packing her overnight bag with a few days worth of clothing. He knew he should have left the room but she never said anything and he wanted to make sure she was okay.
He surveyed the room, taking in the damage. Judging from the fact that all the damage was in her bedroom he guessed Pfaster had surprised her and she had reacted immediately. At least he knew she fought him off as much as possible.
He returned his focus to her only to find her unbuttoning her shirt.
"You can do that later," he told her, stepping forward to stop her movements. "You can wear them out of here."
"I want out of them now. I don't want them on me. I want them burned." Her voice was starting to whine. He put his hands on hers to gain her attention.
"Please, for my sake, wait until we're at my place. I'll give you something to wear," he pleaded. "I want to make sure you're all right."
She would have protested if not for the look on his face. And as much as she wanted the clothes off, she wanted him to know she was fine.
She nodded her head and was happy to see him smile.
"Are you ready? Do you have everything?"
"Yeah, I just need a few things from the bathroom."
He carried her bag for her but left for the living room when she turned to the bathroom. The police were still there as was Skinner. They were probably waiting for his statement.
"Sir, I'll be taking Agent Scully now," Mulder told his boss. "I'll be by in the morning to give my statement. I don't think Agent Scully should have to relive this experience anymore."
"I agree with that. I assume you'll be taking her to her mom's?"
"No, she'll be coming with me," he corrected. "I want to keep an eye on her."
Skinner nodded understandingly. Both their eyes shifted to the hall when they saw her enter the kitchen. Mulder immediately recognized the uneasy look on her face. He quickly snatched up her coat from the back of the couch.
"Mulder…" her voice shook. He hurried to her side. He put her coat on her and took her bag.
"Let's get out of here, Scully," he said, shuffling her to the door.
"Agents." They both stopped in their tracks. "You can take off as long as you need. Both of you."
Mulder was the only to react, but there was no denying the confused look on his face. Nonetheless he expressed his thanks.
Skinner watched the two together. It was amazing. Scully could stare down a man twice her size but now she looked so fragile. She looked so tiny next to Mulder; he'd never thought of her that way.
Just before they left, Mulder put his arm around her waist when she wrapped her arms around herself. It was an oddly assuring image. He could see Mulder speaking softly to her on their way out. He'd give up a lot to know what was said.
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sicurezza dell'armi
Mulder's apartment
He was surprised when he felt arms wrap around his waist as soon as the elevator doors shut. She clutched tight at him, inhaling his scent. She buried her face in his shirt. He could do nothing but wrap his arms around her.
He was please when she kept her hold on him by the time they reached his floor. He quickly discovered though that walking was a difficult take like that.
"Scully, either you have to let go or I carry you," Mulder pointed out.
"Carry me then."
He rolled his eyes. As much as he would have loved to do that, he knew after a few steps she'd demand to be put down. "Scully."
"You can walk. Just guide me with you."
And he did so. He kept his arms wrapped around her and rested his chin on her head.
"The keys are in my pants pocket," he told her after realizing he didn't put them in his jacket like he thought. His body went stiff when her dainty fingers slipped into his pocket.
He swiftly unlocked the door and ushered them inside. She still didn't let go. He had to pry her arms from around him. 'She must really be shaken up.' He quickly shed her from her coat as well as removed his own. They found each other again, both getting much needed comfort.
"I want to change now, Mulder," said the small voice from the small woman. He slowly began to usher her to his bedroom.
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contusioni guarire
It amazed him that his body had no immediate response to Scully removing her shirt in the dim light of his bedroom. Maybe that had something to do with the fact that he saw deep red and purple bruises as soon as the shirt fell to the floor.
"Scully, why didn't you tell me?" he demanded. He reached out from his place on the bed to touch one that looked the most painful. She inhaled sharply when he touched it.
"Sorry," he immediately apologized. He replaced his fingers, making sure to touch lightly. He could see the miniscule cuts from the glass in her back. Dark lines ran down her back.
"Does it hurt?"
She shook her head. "Not so bad. It was worse earlier."
"You'll be sore tomorrow, I bet," he observed. "I have some cream that'll help it. Wanna try that?"
"Might as well." Her pajama pants came off next, not at all bashful about undressing in front of him anymore.
He handed her an old blue shirt with long sleeves and a pair of black pajama bottoms. "The clothes as promised. You can put those on while I get the cream and turn off the lights in the other room."
He was gone and back in record time. Scully had put on the pants and rolled them a few times at her waist to avoid tripping on them. She'd only put her arms through the sleeves and arranged it so she was covered but her back and sides were accessible. She sat at his headboard with her knees up to her chest and pillows piled behind her back. She looked so breakable.
"Why don't you lie down and I'll try to be as gentle as I can?" he suggested, waving the bottle in the air.
She didn't answer, just laid down slowly on her stomach taking a pillow with her to lay her head on. He was somewhat reluctant to join her on the bed but after seeing her bruises again, he uncapped the bottle.
She didn't jump when he began to rub it on her like he thought she would. She just buried her head deeper into his pillow.
"I called the guys while I was out there," he said to break the silence. "They're going to be over there first thing in the morning. They also might come over to see how you're doing later."
She had no response. It worried him. He finished fairly quickly with her back considering the state of it. After easing her up, and after checking to make sure her front side had no bruises, he helped ease the shirt down. He switched places with her so that she was reclining once again against the pillows. He pulled her feet onto his lap and began to soothe sore muscles.
"Thank you," she muttered. "That feels nice."
"I aim to please," he said, relieved she was talking. He took a good, long look at her. "Do you want to talk about it?"
"No," she said without hesitation. "Not yet."
"All right. We'll come back to it. Do you want me to sleep in here or do you…"
"No," she practically yelled. "No, I want you to sleep in here with me. I don't want to be alone tonight."
"Good because I didn't want to leave you alone tonight," he confessed. He switched feet but kept his eyes on her. He didn't like the look he saw there. He didn't want her shutting herself out from him. He could tell she was trying not to think about what had happened.
"You know, it is okay to think about or talk about it," he piped up. "It'll be good for you."
That seemed to do the trick.
"I was so scared," she cried. Tears began to pour down her face. "If I hadn't seen the clock go out or the bible moved, I wouldn't have known he was there. I'd probably be dead right now!"
Mulder stopped his massage and moved to sit next to her. He gently eased her into his arms, being mindful of her back, and let her body curl into his.
"You were right," she continued. "I shouldn't have done the case with you. I should've stayed away from it the minute we heard about it."
"It wouldn't have done any good. He would have found you anyway. He was set on you."
"And I should have seen that."
He rocked her gently as well as he could in their positions, letting her cry. She needed it out of her system. She wouldn't heal otherwise. So he did the best he could do to comfort her. He whispered assuring words in her ear, gently stroked her legs in her curled up position. He would do anything just to make her feel better.
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incubi e uno spuntino di mezzantotte
Mulder must've fallen asleep sometime in the night because the next thing he knew he was being woken up by the thrashing from Scully next to him. He had to duck his head to keep from getting hit.
"Scully, wake up, it's a nightmare," he said loudly. He quickly held down her hands to keep her from hurting herself, and him for that matter. As soon as he that however her whole body flew off the bed, her eyes wide open.
His arms went around her. "Relax, Scully. It was just a nightmare. You're safe now," he kept repeating.
She frantically looked around the room looking for proof that what he said was true. Her eyes eventually found his in the dark room and he hated the tears he saw there.
"You're safe now, Scully. He can't hurt you anymore," he promised. She nodded her head slowly and sniffled loudly, keeping her tears at bay. But when he placed a hand on her back when he knew it wasn't bruised, all her walls collapsed.
She crumbled into his arms unable to stop the tears. She clutched tightly to his shirt as he laid them back down. she hated showing weakness and he knew that. He'd just wish she realized that no matter what he wasn't going to judge her.
"It was so real," she finally spoke some ten minutes later. "And you didn't make it in time."
"I'll always make it in time," he immediately corrected. "Not matter what. Nothing could keep me away."
He pulled her closer, practically onto his lap, and buried his face in her hair. Her hold on his shirt had somewhat loosened but she was still batting away her tears. He ran a hand as gently as he could up and down her back. His other kept contact with her, their fingers gently touching.
"Will the memory ever go away?" she asked timidly.
"In the ideal world yes. But here you never really forget the pain," he told her honestly. "I'll do anything to help take away the memory though."
She turned her head up to look him square in the eye. "Help me feel clean."
"What?"
"I just, I feel so dirty. It's like he's still on me."
"I can go run a shower or bath if you prefer one," he offered, oblivious to what she was really saying. He started to get up when her arm caught him.
"That's not what I meant." He caught her eyes and saw what she was hinting at. His eyes widened when he settled back in his spot.
"Are you sure? I mean, I don't' want to hurt you."
She rolled her eyes and he had to stop and admire that for a second. "Mulder, he didn't rape me. He just bruised me."
"I know but Scully…" She placed a finger over his lips to silence him. She replaced her finger with her lips, placing a chaste kiss there.
"Please Mulder." Her whisper came out husky and as much as he didn't want to hurt her, he could never resist that voice.
Slowly, like in a trance, he nodded. "But if anything makes you feel uncomfortable, let me know. I don't want to hurt you, Scully."
"You could never hurt me, Mulder. Not intentionally anyway." He smiled at her before leaning in to kiss her.
She would always recall how sweet and gentle he was that night. He went slowly for her sake but that just added to the pleasure.
He stripped off her pajama pants first, trying to prepare seeing the bruises. He trailed kisses up and down both legs, his eyes often locking with hers. After he removed her shirt she quickly rid him of his. He didn't even notice. He was too focused on the darker bruises on her sides and stomach.
"They'll heal, Mulder," Scully reminded him.
"I know but that doesn't mean I wouldn't love to kill him if he weren't already dead." The look on her face told him to stop talking.
He placed gentle kisses just above her navel, his fingers pressing into her hips. "You're beautiful, Scully. So beautiful," he praised. She scoffed at his words. "No, I mean it. I know you never like to hear it because you think it means people don't see you as intelligent."
She gave him a confused look. "How do you…?"
"I know you, Scully. I know the way you think." He moved up her body to look in her eyes. "But Scully when I say it, you have to believe me. I know how beautiful you are. Inside and out. You are a beautiful, kind soul and the most intelligent woman; hell person, I've ever met."
Her eyes shied away as a blush crept on her face. "Mulder…"
"No, I mean it Scully." He was adamant. "You know I once heard that beauty is reflected from the inside out. You're the perfect example of that."
She said nothing but she looked back up at him. She ran her hands down his arms before her eyes caught sight of an old scar. Her fingers ran over the bullet scar in his shoulder, noticing how that area felt different from the rest of his skin. She would never regret shooting him but she could deal without the jokes that came with it. To her, they sounded more like accusations now.
"Do you believe me?" his voice broke through. She loved the look she saw in his eyes. It was the same look he got when he was excited about a case, one of those weird, out there ones. He loved those the most.
"Yes, I believe you."
"Do you really? Because I mean it."
She nodded. "Yes, I believe you. And I trust you."
He smiled widely before kissing her, happy with her confession. Giving her one last peck on the lips, he continued with his previous work.
He kissed his way down her stomach, trying his best to ignore the bruises. He trailed a path around her navel first before dipping his tongue there, an erogenous zone if he remembered correctly. He did. She moaned at that exact moment. He smiled against her skin. Her hands tangled in his hair.
He moved lower, slipping his fingers into the waist band of her lacy underwear and trailed them down her legs and off her body. He moved over her again, smiling when her hands went straight for his jeans. She wasted no time getting those off along with his boxers, smiling when he proved as ready as she was.
"I guess we don't waste any time, do we Scully?" he said. She pulled his body down to hers, her legs going around his waist.
"Now's not the time, Mulder," she managed to gasp out when he slid into her. "I just need to feel you."
"Duly noted."
Five minutes later her body was writhing beneath him, her body convulsing with each wave of pleasure that came over her. When their racing bodies slowed to a stop and they were able to focus again, she hugged him closely as he rolled them to their sides.
"Thank you," she said, pressing light kisses to his neck. "Thank you so much."
He kissed the top of her head lovingly. "Anything for you."
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continuato nel captiolo tre...
"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."