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.
A/N: I know this has been done before but now I'm doing it.
Progress: WIP
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tutte le cose
A ray of sunlight squeezed its way through a crack in the blinds, making the time of day known to the occupants of the room. Birds could be heard chirping happily as they woke. The occasional car horn made its way in the already annoying equation to Dana Scully.
She would have been pissed off if not for the flight she needed to catch in a few hours.
She slowly opened her eyes. For a moment she forgot where she was until she saw the color of the walls and felt the familiar soft snores on her stomach.
She smiled a lazy smile and ran her fingers through his hair. He rubbed his cheek against her stomach, his morning stubble scratching her skin.
"Mulder, wake up so I can move you," she said, her voice rough. He didn't seem to hear her but when she went to repeat it, he slowly moved off her.
"What time is it?" he asked, his voice rough as well.
"Time to get up." She started to get up but his arm around her waist stopped her. "Mulder, we have a plane to catch in a few hours."
"Kiss," was all he said. She obliged quickly, obviously forgetting their almost daily morning ritual.
She moved to get up when he let her go, slipping on Mulder's shirt that was lying next to the bed. "I'm going to take a shower," she told him, pausing to kiss him in between words. "You go back to sleep. I'll wake you when I'm done."
He only mumbled a reply and rolled over onto her spot as she made her way to the bathroom.
When she came out a half hour later, he was sound asleep. She smiled at the sight of his muscular bare back. There was only a sheet on the bed; the feel of summer was already in DC in early May.
She sauntered across the room in just her towel and laid down next to him. She rubbed lazy circles on his lower back, her head getting comfortable on the smooth slope of his shoulder.
"Mulder…" she waited until she heard the grunt of his response. "Ready to get up yet?"
"Five more minutes," he begged. She pressed a firm kiss to his shoulder.
"You are such a child sometimes."
"But you love it."
She bit her lips to keep her agreements to herself. She ran her hand through his hair one more time before getting up.
"You have until the time I leave," she threatened. His head jerked up, immediately regretting it when he heard it pop loudly in protest.
"Leave? Why are you leaving?" he asked fearfully.
"I still have to pack, Mulder," she reminded, heading back to the bathroom. "And you know we have to be there early."
He dropped his head down to her pillow, shutting his eyes. "Why?" he whined.
She poked her head through the open door. "Because last time we almost missed the plane."
"Almost," he grumbled. He could hear her in the background, the rustle of clothes, the hair dryer. Every now and then noise would fade out only to come rushing back. He had no idea how long that went on when he felt her hand on his shoulder.
"Now it's seriously time to get up," she told him, sitting next to him on the bed.
"I don't wanna," he whined, sounding like a five-year-old. "I'm tired. You kept me up late."
She scoffed. "I kept you up late? I don't think so."
He shrugged his shoulders the best could. "Worth a shot." He rolled over on his back, seeing her beautiful blue eyes staring back down at him. His hand searched around for hers, smiling when she offered it to him. He soon regretted it when she pulled him into a sitting position.
"Get up," she ordered. "You don't have a lot of time now." She kissed him lightly on the lips. "I'll see you soon."
He watched her retreating form leave his bedroom. "I'll pick you up in an hour." She shot him a look over her shoulder. "Forty-five minutes?" he guessed. Her smile was all the answer he needed.
He waited until she turned the corner before flopping back down in bed. He quickly rolled over to find a comfortable spot. He shut his eyes, looking forward to more sleep.
"Don't even think about it, Mulder."
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silenzio
Mulder glanced around the near empty terminal. Most were over the age o twenty, but all were practically asleep in their chairs.
"I like these early morning flights, Scully. It's not as… hectic."
"I beg to differ. You're impossible to get up now." Her eyes never left the crossword puzzle in her lap.
"That's because I have a soft, cuddly pillow now," he told her, putting an arm around her shoulder. "It's harder to get up."
She smothered a smile.
"Smile, Scully," he grinned. "You know you want to."
"Mulder, shut up. I'm trying to finish this," she said, gesturing to the crossword.
"When was the last time you did a crossword, Scully?"
"About a month ago but you distracted me so I never got to finish it." He opened his mouth to say something but she quickly stopped him. "Just five minutes of silence then you can bother me all you want."
Amazingly enough, he stopped talking then. She figured it was so he could completely distract her later.
"Seven and a half minutes," Mulder read from the digital clock above the counter. "Now I can talk."
"You do know I said five minutes, not seven," Scully reminded. She put the crossword on the chair next to her, every blank filled in, and turned to face him. She crossed her right leg over her left, wondering what he had to say.
"I know but I wanted to behave and give you ten minutes," he said. "but I can't make it ten minutes so…"
He twisted his body to face her, his arm laying across her lap. His left right found its way to her thigh, slipping under her skirt.
"Now I get to bother you."
"What do you want to bother me with?" she asked, her eyes on his hand.
"Anything; one of our airport talks." He started a circular pattern on the fabric of her skirt. "You know Scully, you always say you hate being…affectionate in public. But, in Vegas, you didn't seem to mind one bit."
"I know; that's different. Nobody knows me there."
"I still don't get it."
She sighed loudly. "Mulder, sometimes…"
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promettenti
The last place he thought he'd be was in an airport to board a plane to Hawaii only weeks after heart trouble. He never thought he'd be going with his daughter either.
Daniel Waterston sat in the Dulles airport, sitting next to his napping daughter and flipping through a broacher.
The doctor had given him the all clear the week before, causing some fear but mostly anxiety in him. He still felt like a new person but he also felt like something was missing. A certain redhead.
He closed the broacher and set it on his lap. He took the time to look around. It had been a while since his last flight after all.
It was still dark outside but he could see a bit of the sun rising on the horizon. He could see planes landing far off in the distance. The plane he was taking was already at the gate. He looked at his watch. Only a half hour left. And surprisingly, not that many were there to board.
Come to think of it, there was a surprising absence of people in the entire terminal.
He rolled his neck to loosen the muscles, cringing as he heard a pop.
A flash of red.
He looked around frantically for the flash. In front of him, dead ahead. Was it really her?
She tilted her head upward, giving him a clear shot at her face. It was!
But why was Dana at the airport? And with another man?
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giarrettiere
"People know us here so if anybody saw us like that in public, it could leak its way to people we work with, Scully explained slowly as if to a child.
"It would just be confirming rumors they've been spreading for years," he pointed out.
"I suppose so," she nodded. "But it could also make its way to people who can split us up for good. Partnership-wise at least."
She could see the points connecting in his head. Slowly he nodded, seeing her point but also ready to point out the obvious.
"Technically, no one knows us here." He glanced over the room, again noting the lack of people. "No one would ever hear about it."
"Mulder…" she drew out when he scooted her closer. His hand clutched more skin of her thigh, slowly trailing upwards. Her hand found the bottom of his shirt, tugging gently for no real reason.
"It's not exactly the most spontaneous thing, Scully, but I really want to kiss you." His voice was raspy, husky. It was the same voice she heard in the morning before they were off on another exploration adventure. It gave her chills every time she heard it.
"So kiss me." He didn't have to be told twice. His mouth practically devoured hers. Forget being in an airport. He nipped at her lower lip until she opened her mouth to him. His tongue mated with hers, absorbing her moans.
He pulled back after a minute to let them breath. He started to close the distance between them again but she put a hand on the center of his chest to stop him. He pouted for a second until she pulled his mouth in another kiss, pulling his lower lip into her mouth. She let him enjoy that for a few seconds before pulling away.
"After all this time and you're still a tease," he joked.
She looked at him in shock. "I'm the tease! Hardly."
He chuckled at her reaction. His eyes grew soft; he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. She tugged on his lower lips with her fingers, admiring it almost. She felt his hand move higher on her thigh, coming in contact with bare skin.
"Did I ever tell you I love it that you switched to thigh-highs?" Mulder mentioned when her hands dropped. "Much more accessible."
"Maybe that's why I switched full time."
They smiled at each other, memories of impatient times coming to their minds.
"I still prefer the feel of skin though," he confessed, "but that's no secret to you." She shook her head no, thinking the same thing herself.
"Garters," he said suddenly. She arched her eyebrow at him. "You should do garters sometime."
"I don't think so."
"Why not? Not even for my birthday?"
"For your birthday, we'll see. Why's it so important?"
"Ever heard of a little thing called a fantasy, Scully?"
"Mulder," she started to say but he couldn't be stopped.
"Everyone has a fantasy, Scully. I am certainly no different. But do you have a fantasy?"
"Sexual or…?"
"Sexual of course."
She pretended to think about it for a long moment before leaning close to him to whisper in his ear:
"I don't have one."
He practically jumped back as it scalded. "Scully," he whined.
"I'm serious, Mulder. I don't have one."
He expelled a long breath, squeezing her thigh again. "Fine, I'll just question you later when we're alone," he pouted.
She quickly wiped the pouty expression off his face, making him smile instead. They both laughed at her antics.
They altered their positions so she could lay her head on his shoulder. She settled her head in the crock of his neck, her lips pressing small kisses there until she felt the familiar squeeze on her thigh.
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pena
Daniel couldn't describe the feeling that came over him when he saw that first kiss. or the way his heart broke when he saw Dana initiate the second kiss. he couldn't begin to explain how badly he wanted to turn away but he was frozen. He felt physically sick.
It amazed him that after all this time he still felt possessive of her. He still felt like she belonged to him.
He could see her face clearly and her reactions as well as the hand the man had intimately touching her thigh. He couldn't believe how much it hurt to see it.
Daniel shot a glance at Maggie to make sure she was still asleep.
Dana looked cozy with this man. If only he knew who he was! He wanted to put a stop to it but how? He didn't have any right to act like her father.
But God help him if he had to watch any more of this.
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fantasia
"What's it like to be colorblind?" Scully asked after a few moments of silence.
He shifted in his seat. No one had ever asked him that before.
"Well, it sucks some of the time but most of the time it's pretty easy to deal with. I never know what some things are supposed to look like."
"Did it make your job hard when you first started out?"
"Not really. When something looks funny in color to me I just assume that it's red or green. Why?"
She shrugged her shoulders. "No reason. I'm just curious. Think of it as me figuring out a fantasy."
"Ooh, Scully…"
"It's not the way it sounds, don't get your hopes up." She sat up when she was attendants coming to the counter. She looked up at the clock just as the plane was coming to the terminal. Only fifteen minutes to go.
"I have another fantasy, Scully," he brought up, his unoccupied hand coming to stroke circles on her back. "But I'd love it if it didn't remain just a fantasy."
She looked over at him, her eyes telling him she wanted to know but was afraid to ask.
"It's a fantasy of mine that you would stay a full weekend at my place. Or me at your place. Either one. Preferably both."
She quirked an eyebrow. "that's all?" he nodded affirmation. "There's a really good chance it will come true, Mulder."
He smiled widely, clearly showing he was much more awake than earlier. "With garters?"
"No, not with garters."
Mulder shrugged. One out of two was good enough for him.
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frenetico
he only had a few minutes. They were already calling seats for her flight.
The man she was with was surprisingly possessive. Maybe he should have done that then he wouldn't have lost… who was he kidding? She would have slapped him the minute she caught on. He was surprised she was tolerating it now.
'Why can't I find the courage?' he screamed silently at himself.
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manifestazione
Mulder helped Scully up from her seat when their seats were called. He pulled her into his arms despite her quiet protests which he quickly silenced with a kiss.
"What has gotten into you this morning?" she asked him when she felt his hands slide down past her waist.
"I have no idea," he admitted. "Maybe it's because you're letting me."
She smiled beautifully at him before slapping his hands away. He slung his carry-on bag over his should before picking up hers. When she shot him a look, he quickly handed it to her.
"Just assisting."
Her free hand found his again. She pulled him closer, her lips finding his like a magnet.
"Thank you. I know who good you are at assisting."
He tapped her nose gently before leading the way to the gate door, his hand at his rightful place on her lower back.
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caso perdersi
he lost his nerve. He never really had it. He never really had her either.
She'd clearly moved on; she was clearly explicably happy. He didn't know if he'd ever seen her so happy.
He'd lost his nerve. He's lost his heart. He'd lost his family. He'd almost lost his life.
Now he knew he lost her as well.
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"Love is friendship set on fire…"