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.
Summary: MSR
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Somewhat of an idea credit goes to another author
A/N: I know this has been done before but now I'm doing it.
Progress: WIP
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ladro
Scully flopped down on the king sized bed with a loud, contented sigh. Mulder chuckled at her from the doorway.
"Already, this is so much better than my last trip to Las Vegas," she told him happily, staring up at the ceiling.
"Why is it better?"
"Because I'm not stuck here with the Lone Gunmen. I'm stuck here with you." He swiped at her legs on his way past her to the windows. Music made its way to his ears when she laughed, the kind of laugh he almost never got to hear from her. He pulled back the heavy golden curtains followed by the sheer white ones to produce an image he'd always heard of but never saw. The only person he'd ever wanted to see it with was currently lying on the bed.
"Hey Scully, check out this view."
He could hear her slowly moving off the bed, the rustle of fabric as she slid off. He heard the thud of her heels as they hit the floor, forgotten. He felt her presence join his at the window.
"It's a nice view, Mulder. I've seen it before, in the uncomfortable circumstance it was."
"Yeah but you've never seen it with me." He pulled her around to the front of him, wrapping his arms around her tightly. "Enjoy it with me, Scully. We're on a mini-vacation. We actually get to share a room and there weren't any freak accidents that put us here."
She gave him a happy hum and gladly leaned into his body. "So what exactly are we admiring here?"
"The wonders man can make," he said as if it were obvious. "Think about it. All of this used to be desert landscape, not it's a getaway for millions of people every year."
Together they gazed out the double windows. The sun was setting, rapidly disappearing behind the mountains creating a red orange glow over the land. There was hardly a cloud in sight. Below them, the Strip bustled with action. People were just starting to come out to play. The street was crowded with cars as usual. The gondolas of the Venetian waters were being docked for the night. People were walking the sidewalks, casually and some with hustle. If she looked at it long enough, she could see the beauty he was talking about.
"How 'bout dinner first," Mulder whispered in her ear, "and then a walk?" His voice got lower. "And dessert after that?"
"Sounds wonderful."
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corpo lingua
Mulder watched fascinated as Scully ran her fingers through the flowing water of a replica of a Roman fountain. He couldn't help but notice how young she looked, how beautiful she was. He'd noticed a contented look on her ever since leaving California. Oral Peattie and Doctor Wieder and his family had been put on the back burner of her mind as soon as he mentioned they should take a weekend vacation before returning to work. He'd really surprised her when they'd pulled up at the Venetian Hotel in Las Vegas.
"You're a different person right now, Scully. I like it," he told her, tugging on her hand clasped in his. "But at the same time, I'm not used to it."
She moved easily back into his side, a smile on her face. "I have a new lease on life. I've taken my senses for granted. You know, people tend to ignore what they have, they take it for granted. Then when it's gone, they realize how much they needed whatever it was they lost. I don't want to be like that," she explained. "I want to enjoy life now."
"Getting out of that car?" he guessed.
"Exactly."
"Can I get out too?" he asked her, turning his eyes to her. She looked up at him so fast if he blinked he would have missed it.
"You? Fox Mulder? The man that's always going, always looking for the next adventure? That Fox Mulder?"
"Yes, that Fox Mulder. That was last year's outlook, now maybe I'd like to try slowing down for once," he confessed. "Try an attempt at somewhat of the normal life that I've never had."
"Really?" Her voice went up an octave. He just gave her a dazzling smile and nodded.
"As long as you're with me of course." Now it was her turn to smile.
A silence came over them. They listened to the loud water of the many fountains, the cars zooming by. They could hear quiet conversations all around them but actual words never registered in their minds. To them there was only each other. They were only aware of the feel of their hands twined together.
He kept his eyes on their hands. They molded together perfectly. Her lighter complexion stood out against his darker one. Some would view her as pale but to him she was an alabaster beauty. Their fingers fiddled with one another, bringing a smile to his face. They'd always had a connection with their hands. The slightest touch and they promised the world to each other. He'd always admired her delicate and dainty fingers. If only people knew the power dripping from them.
"Mulder?" His attention turned to her. "How many days do we get to enjoy life?"
"About three. I told Skinner we were both taking time to… heal."
"Then we'd better really enjoy life."
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camminare su acqua
"I wonder how much it cost to make this," Mulder pondered out loud as he gazed out over Bellagio's lake, aptly named Lake Bellagio.
"A lot more than we make in five years," Scully pointed out. She leaned her back against the stone railing. Her eyes wandered to the hotels across the way. Music was playing from speakers not too far from her. There was a breeze in the might air, making the heat bearable.
Mulder turned his focus to her. Her hair fanned out around her face. Her skin seemed to glow from the lights around them. She had that same content look to her face that he hadn't seen many times before.
He couldn't keep his eyes off her.
"Mulder, stop staring. You know it bothers me."
Even her words made her beautiful.
"I like staring at you. You're beautiful to stare at."
He moved closer to her, his body shielding hers. His hands found hers allowing him to press his body against hers.
"Mulder, stop it."
"It's true! Ask anyone out here and I bet they'd say the same thing."
"I am not going to do that and neither are you." She made a move to wipe the smile off his face but she was distracted by a noise behind her.
The water was dancing.
Scully turned around in Mulder's arms. She snuggled into his lean frame; he wrapped his arms more firmly around her, resting his chin on top of her head. They created the look most only saw in paintings.
By the time the Céline Dion song was over, Scully was in awe. She knew Mulder was too; the littlest thing could fascinate him.
"I don't know about you but that was awesome!" Mulder exclaimed behind her.
"I enjoyed it. It was definitely memorable." She turned in his arms once more with a smile on her face. Her eyes shined bright against te back drop of the night sky. His urge was too strong to fight.
"I know how you hate affection in public but…" she didn't protest when his lips touched hers. Instead she pulled his head closer.
When she reluctantly pulled back, her mind reminding her where she was, she looked at him with a predatory gleam in her eyes.
"How about that dessert now?"
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guanciale conversazione
"Did I ever tell you I love waking up next to you?"
"No but it wouldn't hurt to tell me more often."
"Have I ever told you that I love how soft your skin is?"
"No…"
"Well, I do. See, so soft. How do you make it so soft?"
"It's called lotion, Mulder."
He shrugged his shoulders. His hand trailed back up her body to trace patterns on her bare stomach. She let him until he trailed over a ticklish spot.
"Can I stare at you now?"
"You already do when I'm sleeping."
A sheepish look from him. "You know about that?"
"Of course I do. It wakes me up," Scully complained.
"Sorry but now that you know I can tell you about a new name I can call you."
"Like there aren't enough?"
"No, this us just a suggestion. I was watching you this morning and I was thinking about last night. Beautiful would be a great pet name for you."
"No, no, no. I don't need a pet name. they're for some people but I am not one of them," she protested.
"You are now. I'm using it."
"No."
"Oh, yes I am. It's the perfect name for you."
"Mulder, no."
"Scully, yes." Despite her protests, he could see the smile on her face and the sparkle in her eyes. She liked the idea, he could tell.
"I think it's perfect," he brushed a finger across her lower lip, "Beautiful."
Her smile grew on her lips.
"As long as I don't hear it all the time," she compromised.
"Why does it bother you so much?"
"Why does what bother me?"
"people giving you compliments on your looks. Even me doing it."
She shrugged her shoulders and turned her eyes from his immediately, rolling on her back. "I don't know. It just does."
"Did no one ever tell you how beautiful you are?" She started to reply but he interrupted. "Besides your parents."
"Yes," she still answered. "And I didn't like it then either."
"Why? I've seen some of your baby pictures and you were adorable even then."
A smile tugged at her lips but she refused to give in to it. "Because I was a child with braces, freckles, and I was chubby. When kids pick on you at that age, it stays with you," she explained.
He ran a finger over her frustrated brow. He turned her eyes back to his. He hated the anger and sadness he saw there.
"I bet if all those kids saw you now, they'd be eating their words," he attempted to ease. "They'd be jealous too."
She allowed herself a smile for that. "Thank you."
"I mean it," he said softly but firmly. "Allow me to demonstrate."
"Mulder," she giggled. She seemed to be doing that a lot lately. He moved to cover her body with his. Her eyes were focused on his.
"I just want to point out everything beautiful about you. Everything is but there are things that stand out. Like your hair."
"My hair?" she repeated. He nodded.
"It's always so soft, much like your skin. It always smells like that shampoo you use. I can always tell it's you just by the smell."
Her eyes widened slightly but she said nothing.
His fingers moved to her eyebrows. "Then there's the famous eyebrow raise. Men twice your size crumble at it. I've seen it. It's impressive."
She scoffed but he was determined.
"You have the most beautiful eyes. So blue and warm. They get darker when you're angry," his voice lowered, "and when you're extremely passionate."
They smiled at one another.
He continued on. "I swear I can see inside you when I look at you. I will gladly admit that out of everything I love about you, everything beautiful about you, your eyes are the most beautiful to me. I love looking into them."
She touched her fingers to his lips, obviously touched by his words. He kissed them one by one and continued demonstrating.
"You have a beautiful mouth." Mulder kissed it to emphasize. "So full of expression and extremely sensual. It's a real treat watching you eat fruit or chocolate. Yogurt too. I can't even begin to tell you how envious I am of you spoons."
She laughed and slapped him lightly on his arm. He kissed her again. "It's true," he muttered in her mouth. "Extremely envious."
He moved down her body. "I think you already know my feelings and thoughts on the torso area," he smiled up at her. "But I will say that your freckles are very beautiful. They become lighter as time passes though."
His hands spread over her legs. "You have such strong legs. Long, too. You walk beautifully, with grace and determination. Especially when we're hunting down a suspect."
Mulder placed sparse kisses on her bare legs, slowly moving his way to her small feet. Her breath caught at the attention he was paying her.
"Your feet are small but beautiful. And how you can walk and run in those heels, I'll never know but I admire it." His fingers moved to the arch of her foot. "And I love how when I touch you here you feel it through your entire body."
"No, I do…" He put pressure on the spot to prove his point. Her back arched followed by a strangled moan from her.
"Told ya."
Scully motioned for him to join her at the head of the bed.
"That's enough demonstrating. Demonstrate in some other, more physical ways."
He grinned like the Cheshire cat. "I thought you'd never ask. He quickly joined her, his body protectively covering hers.
"Do you believe me now?" he asked.
She looked deep in his eyes. "Yes, I really believe it now."
"Good because it's true," he kissed her lightly, both of their hands moving on their own accord, "Beautiful."
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"Love is friendship set on fire."