Title: Amore Cieco
Author: sitarra
email: 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. The song mentioned in this chapter is from Riverdance. It's called Marta's Dance. That I don't own but the vision is mine.
Progress: WIP

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marca x

Scully held the door open for Mulder, her body holding the door more than her hands. Mulder's bags were weighing her down.

"Scully, I could have gotten those," Mulder walked past her saying, his voice still raspy. He'd been released from the hospital after two weeks, claiming he was as better as he was going to be in the hospital.

"Mulder, you've just gotten your strength back," she pointed out. "Need I say more?"

He just shrugged and watched Scully walk past him to deposit his bags in her bedroom. He took a look around, admiring the neatness when a thought occurred to him.

He rapped lightly on her open bedroom door, swinging his lanky frame through. "Hey Scully, looks like my fantasy's coming true."

She smiled from her spot at the bed. She was rifling through one of his bags, hopefully looking for a specific item.

"Mulder, I want you to lay down for a while," she told him, her tone telling him she wanted no arguments. "The last shot they gave you was something that should make you sleep for a while."

"Scully…"

"Mulder, do not argue with me. I'm not in the mood. You just got out of the hospital; you're still recovering. Please just… get in bed," she pleaded. She had a desperate look on her face, one that he couldn't argue with. She looked tired, something he hadn't seen for the last two weeks. He never realized how worried she was about him.

"Okay but I don't know how tired I'll be," he obliged. He walked over to her, yanking his shirt off over his head. He tried to stifle a yawn before she saw it, but she caught him mid-yawn.

"Please, just lay down for a few hours," she repeated, putting his bags on the floor and turning down the bed. "By the time you wake up, it'll be time for diner."

"Real food?"

"Yes, real food. But still following the list from the hospital."

She helped him into bed on his usual side, pulling the large comforter over him when he was comfortable. She leaned over and pressed a kiss to his forehead, noticing that he still felt warm.

"You're not gonna join me?" he asked disappointedly. She smiled and brushed her fingers across his cheek.

"No, I have things to do. You just focus on sleep."

"Might be hard without my cuddly pillow."

She just shushed him and ran her fingers through his hair until he fell into a relaxed sleep.

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ballerino

Dishes were done, objects were dusted, trash had been taken out. Everything that was supposed to take her until dinner had only lasted a few hours. She still had an hour until she needed to wake Mulder.

Scully settled on the couch with the stereo remote in hand. She turned it on to track number twelve and picked up a magazine only to throw it down seconds later.

Her mind was focused solely on Mulder… and the song.

She still thought it was too early for him to be released but he did have a point about the hospital not being able to do anything more.

He'd requested to stay with her at her place so she could keep an eye on him better. She hadn't bothered to tell him that's where she planned for him to stay all along.

"That's interesting."

She jumped in her spot. She hadn't even heard Mulder come in.

"I didn't know you were awake. It didn't wake you, did it?"

"No, can't even hear it from in there." He gestured back to her bedroom. "It's interesting."

"Yeah? I love to listen to it. It creates a lovely visual image," she told him, moving her feet to make room for him. "A moment somewhere in time that's perfect but yet you know it will never happen."

He sat next to her, pulling her feet in his lap. He could see the serene look to her face as she listened closely to the song. He wanted to know what she felt.

"Paint a picture for me," he asked her softly. "This isn't my choice of music."

She smiled brightly at him. She started the song over again and began to make him see.

The violin started slow first before the scenery started.

"I've always seen a little girl dancing here, just messing around with it, trying it out. She becomes enamored with it though and it becomes her passion."

The pace of the violin picked up as another one joined in. the guitar kept up as did the beat of the lone drum.

"She's become a grown woman. Here she's just having fun, maybe laughing as she's dancing. She's becoming more professional."

The pace relaxed for a moment before becoming faster again. Mulder swore he could see the same thing happening to Scully.

"Now she's becoming more serious. It's not about the fun of it anymore. She has more purpose to dance. But she's still having fun."

The pace slowed again and Mulder saw Scully's eyes relax.

"She's taking a break but she's ready to jump back in at anytime. So she does."

On cue the music sped up. It was a full orchestra now, all paying for the little girl turned woman.

"There's more desperation to it now. It seems to her she could stop living if she stops dancing. She has a cause. Maybe it's a way of life for her."

The pace slowed once more and Mulder could feel her go slack in his arms.

"Now she's just that little girl without a care in the world, dancing to a song only she can hear, dreaming a dream she'll one day perfect."

The song came to an abrupt stop. Mulder never took his eyes off Scully's face. Scully just seemed to stare off into space. She looked serene, relaxed.

"I never pegged you for the dancer flashback/dream type of person, Scully," he rasped out.

"It's just what I see. It's one of those things that just happens. The image often comes to me in dreams at night."

He'd been massaging her feet during her vision and she hadn't even noticed. But he certainly got her attention when he pressed hard in her arch.

She kicked his hands away but she had a smile on her face. "Don't. You know how much I like that."

"That's why I'm doing it," he told her, trying to reach for her again. She leapt up from the couch though and moved out of his reach.

"How about dinner?"

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troppo tardi per le parole

Mulder flipped the station again, coming to the conclusion nothing was on. He kept flipping stations until he came to the ten o'clock news. Scully was settled deep in his side, a blanket that she loved draped over them. He could tell something was on her mind. He kept feeling gentle tugs at his soft blue shirt, something she only did when she was distracted.

He clicked the TV off. "What's on your mind, Scully?"

She didn't seem to hear him so he asked again, stilling her hand with his. That seemed to do the trick.

"What?"

"What's bothering you?" he repeated for the third time.

She shook her head in hopes to dismiss his concern. "Nothing. I'm fine. I was just remembering something."

"Something good I hope."

She laughed nervously. "Un, no. Not exactly."

She slowly got up from her slouched position. He didn't like how she distanced herself from him. He made sure he kept a hand on her back.

"I have to tell you something, Mulder."

She could see the anxiety grow in his eyes and the worry. She knew how it must have sounded to him. It was still resonating in her own mind.

"It's about my trip with CGB Spender." She felt his hand drop from her back. Definitely not a conversation he was eager to hear.

"Mulder, it's important. Please just listen," she pleaded. His curt nod was her answer.

She cleared her throat. "When we were driving to wherever it was we were going at the time, he told me he'd been watching me. That'd he been watching us. He said he knew me… quite well. I can't tell you how much that bothered me." She paused to look at him. He kept his eyes glued to the coffee table. "I wanted to scream at him that he didn't know me at all, but I kept quiet and let him tell me what he knew."

"Was he right?" Mulder interrupted, glancing over at her. She looked surprised he even asked her that. She nodded slowly.

"Surprisingly yes." Her tone told him she actually was, her pitch rising an octave. "He told me he was fond of you but after all that's happened I find that hard to believe. All in all, nothing really surprised me."

She bit her lip. Her mind was in debate. Should she tell him? Should she just keep it to herself? Surely he would notice it bothering her after a while though, he already had. She sometimes hated that about him.

He watched her chew on her lip, something clearly on her mind. He wanted to reach out to her, to hold her hand, to touch her—something!—but he couldn't bring himself to do it. But he could still find his words.

"What else did he tell you?"

Scully shifted in her seat. She needed to see his face when she told him this. "He told me I was attracted to powerful men and he's right. I had no rebuttal for him. When I look back on it, every serious boyfriend I've hand has held some kind of powerful position in his job or life," she confessed. Her heart broke at the crestfallen look on his face. She hesitantly reached out for his hand, unable to read him.

"But you… you are the most powerful of them all." He looked up to see a bright smile on her face. "You do something to me they could never do."

Gently she felt him return the squeeze on her hand. He was slowly giving in to her.

"And what's that?" It felt so wrong to her that the sound of his low, raspy voice made her feel so turned on.

"You make me lose control. You make me forget about who I've been and who I pretend to be and make me be myself. You make me become a different person, a better person."

Tears were flowing down her face in twin rivers he longed to wipe away. She did it for him.

"Besides you're more important than any of them ever were to me."

"Why's that?"

She sniffled and wiped away more tears. She clutched at his hand tighter and drew a deep breath.

"Because I love you."

His breath caught in his throat. He could have sworn he felt his heart stop beating. He could practically hear her heart pounding away in her ribcage.

"I love you more than you or anyone else could ever possibly know," she continued, her voice giving out. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner. I was just s…"

He covered her lips with his, cutting off her words. She didn't need them anymore.

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estasi

Unspoken words that were needless. Telepathic connection.

Connecting of bodies and souls.

Souls soaring high.

Heightened nerve endings being pushed to their limit.

Limitless emotions and feels:

Groping. Gasping for air. Moans at their fullest. Caresses everywhere. Sleek. Smooth. Rough. Hard. Soft. Hands entwining. Possessing primitively.

Comfort. Rushes of tranquility and euphoria. Muscles relaxing. Domination. Surrendering.

Slow and sweet. Torture. Hard and fast. Pleasure. Eye contact. Earth shattering.

Losing control to fins it all over again.

It was so much more than sex. It was more than lovemaking.

It was ecstasy.

And it would never stop:

"I love you too."

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"Love is friendship set on fire…"