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. I borrowed without permission a comment made by a model when I was watching the Style channel one day. I did change it up some though.
A/N: I know this has been done before but now I'm doing it.
Progress: WIP

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poco convenzionale

"So what'd you think of the movie, Scully? You already know how I feel," Mulder asked as they walked off the movie set hand in hand.

"I think that most of your favorite movies are better."

"Ooh, Scully."

"Not those movies." She squeezed his hand gently, smiling when he squeezed back. "And I'd be lying if I said anything was even remotely good."

"I guess people just can't catch the essence that is us," Mulder joked lightly. "We're always confusing people, aren't we Scully?"

She nodded in agreement, not feeling very talkative. She wanted to enjoy the silence they'd come into. It seemed they were always surrounded by clutter and chaos. They hardly ever had any real peace and quiet or vacation for that matter. She was happy even after seeing that horrible movie that made a mockery of their lives.

"So what do you want to do now, Scully?" Mulder asked, hailing a cab. "The night is young."

"Let's head back to the hotel."

"Good thinking, Scully."

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ironia

"Mulder, don't even think about it."

"Why not? You know it sounds appealing to you, too."

"No, it doesn't. Okay maybe a little. But we can't."

"Why? We have it, might as well use it."

"No, Mulder. We don't need to get people talking."

"But Scully," but she wouldn't have it. She cut off his whine with a hard stare.

"No, we are not getting a suite no matter how appealing it sounds."

He did his best to give her his best pouty expression but she proved again she couldn't be swayed as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"You know Scully, of all the times you've ever said no to me, this one hurts the most," he told her, doing his best to remain serious.

Her composure fell, her arms falling to her sides. She knew what he was trying to do. He used it on her far too often.

"Shut up, Mulder," she chastised before pulling him off by his hand to the hotel's garden.

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proposta

"What's your favorite color?"

"I don't really have one."

"Yes, you do. Everyone does. It thought black was your favorite."

"Shut up, you know it's not. I honestly don't have one. What's your?"

"Blue and if I could actually see the color red, that too."

"Suck up. What's your… favorite animal?"

"Um… I've never thought about it. Fish maybe. I do have a healthy respect for all animals though. What about you?"

"Well, once upon a time I might have said whales but now I don't think I have one. But… the Fennec fox is pretty cute."

"Is that code for something I'm supposed to pick up on?"

"No, just fact. Wide, round adorable eyes, cute nose, big ears. It's irresistible."

"Wait, are you saying I have big ears?"

"No, Mulder," Scully laughed.

"Well, you were looking at me when you said it," Mulder pointed out.

"That's because I'm talking to you. I was just giving you a visual."

"Or is that what you want me to think when actually you really are saying I have big ears?"

"Mulder…" He gave her a small grin that let her know he was only teasing. That didn't stop the small feel of guilt she felt coming on. She hit him on the arm before pulling out of his loose hand hold. "Not funny," she muttered, walking away.

He chuckled softly so she wouldn't hear on his way to catch up with her. She sure could move when she was angry, even in her new pair of black leather sandals with the four inch heels.

He wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, stopping them both from moving any further. He pressed his body close to hers, pleased when he felt her relax against him.

"I'm sorry," he murmured in her ear. "I was just teasing."

"Do you think anybody will take the movie seriously?" she asked suddenly, not hearing a word he said.

"The story maybe," he said, leading them over to a pond. "But the 'personal' story at the end, I doubt it."

"How so?"

He turned her around in his arms. Her arms stayed by her side, a blank look on her face.

"Well… because it's too impulsive, even for us, and…"

"And what?"

"Why would you pick Skinner over me?"

A smile slowly made its way over her face. Giggles over came her again. She put her hands on his waist, pulling him close.

"Mulder, are you jealous? You have no reason to be jealous."

"Do you and Skinner have something going on I should know about?"

She gave him the same look as earlier. "You know that's not true."

He gave her a squeeze to remind her he was in a teasing mood. He wrapped his arms around her tighter, keeping her securely against him. She let him, unknowingly making his heart pound a little harder.

Soft lights illuminated the large garden. Starlight was blocked out from the lights of the streets and numerous hotels. There were varieties of flowers all around, every one just as fragrant as the next. It was surprisingly quiet. Only a few other people were out walking.

"I didn't tell you this earlier but that was probably because Skinner was with us," Mulder started, releasing her hair from its hold to let it frame her face. "You look very beautiful tonight."

"Thank you. I must say, I'm surprised to see you own a bow tie."

"I clean up good, Scully."

"Oh, believe me, I know."

He ran a hand through her hair, liking the fanned out look that she had. He'd always loved the silky feel her hair had. He'd never been more in love with her than at that exact moment.

"Do you believe in fate, Scully?" Mulder asked out of the blue.

"I don't feel like having a philosophical discussion right now, Mulder. They quickly turn ugly and it's late and I'd like to enjoy this break we have from work."

"It's just a question Scully, I swear. Do you believe in fate and destiny?"

She thought about it for a moment. Did she? As she continued to think on it, maybe a little. Did she believe that if two people met and spent the rest of their lives together that it was destiny? Possibly. Did she believe that if someone struck the jackpot it was fate? Not really but she could see the prospect.

"I guess on some level I do, but I don't swear by it," she finally said. "I'm not saying I've never thought about either after certain events happened though."

"Do you believe in soul mates?"

She gave him a bright smile that could have blinded him and nodded. "Yes but years ago I don't think I would have had full belief."

"You think we're soul mates?"

She gave that question a little more thought. "Yes."

"But you gave that one more thought."

"I wasn't going to say no but when I start to think about everything we've been through, that's definitely a yes."

"No doubt?"

"None whatsoever."

"Will you marry me?"

Her expression froze, her smile slipping off her face. Her arms went stiff around him. "What?"

His confidence blew through the night sky. "Will you marry me?" He sounded so unsure.

Her mouth gapped open, no words able to come through. Until her brain finally processed the words.

"No."

His face fell immediately. She noticed. Her arms fell from around his frame. She grabbed his hand and led him over to a bench. He seemed to move on automatic as he moved with her.

She sat him down first before moving to sit close next to him. She cradled his hand in her lap, her own hands jittery.

"Wow," Mulder finally said. "Of all the things I thought you'd say that was not one of them."

"I have a reason, Mulder," she defended. It scared her that he wouldn't look at her. "And I have to tell you, I never honestly thought I'd hear that question from you. You don't seem the type."

He quickly lifted his eyes to hers. They were so full with emotion.

"Hear me out," she interrupted before he could say anything. He just dropped his eyes back to the ground. She took that for a yes. He was far from ready to talk yet.

"I was never the little girl who was always dreaming of her wedding. That just wasn't me; it still isn't. When I was put on the X-Files, my personal life was put on permanent hold. That didn't bother me. Then we became something more. We became something better but I still wasn't thinking about marriage. When it comes to us, chances are I never will."

"What a wonderful thing to hear," he mumbled.

"Listen to me, Mulder." She turned his head so she could look into his eyes. "I love you so don't take this personal. You're not the type to get married. And neither am I. We are not conventional people. We never have been and it would be horrible to start trying now."

"What are you trying say, Scully?" At least he didn't sound angry.

"I'm trying to say that just because we seem married doesn't mean we have to get married. I'm trying to say that marriage just isn't for us. What we have now is perfect and I don't want to ruin it. Do you understand now?"

Slowly he nodded. Amazingly he did understand everything she'd said. It made perfect sense. He'd never been one to think of marriage either but he though maybe she'd been thinking about it. He'd only asked because of her. If he knew her answer was going to be no he never would've asked.

They'd always been unconventional. Why change?

"I understand."

"Do you, Mulder, because I'm ge…"

"I do, Scully."

"Then why'd you ask?"

"Because it seemed like the thing to do. I'm not going to lie to you; marriage and settling down have always scared me. I never saw myself doing it. But with you… I'm a different person, Scully."

"How about we compromise and settle down eventually?" she suggested. "I don't want to ruin what we have. It's too perfect. Why change it?"

He leaned in and kissed her gently on the lips. He could practically feel the relief rush through her body. He moved his against hers, silently begging to retract his proposal. He felt her hand against the back of his head, silently telling him it was forgotten.

"I love you," he whispered.

She smiled. "I love you."

"We can move past this, can't we?"

"Of course we can. We can move past anything."

He stood, pulling her with him. "Let's go upstairs then. Your room."

She gave him a look. "Clothes on the floor?"

He scoffed. "No." She arched her brow. "Little bit, yeah."

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spogliari

He slowly unzipped her dress, his fingers lingering on her back. He moved around to the front of her, letting her undress for him. He was dying to undress her himself but she'd made her wishes clear.

Her black dress fell to her feet, kicking it away as she watched his eyes sparkle. She stood semi-nude in front of him in a low cut lacy black bra that had been bought especially for this occasion, cotton black bikini panties, sheer thigh-high nylons, a garter belt, and heels. She was every fantasy of his rolled into one.

"Scully, is it my birthday?" Mulder said, his eyes glued to her body.

"I thought I'd take a page out of your book and make it a gift either very early or very late birthday gift."

He managed a soft chuckle before he knew he would be at a loss for any words. He sat down slowly on the edge of the bed, watching the sway of her hips as she walked towards him.

She was shapely with some meat on her but not to be called fat or chubby. And he always loved to see her beautiful body covered in lingerie.

He pulled her to him, placing her in between his legs, his hands finding her hips. He slowly trailed a finger across her stomach, aware of her eyes on him. He gently pressed a feather light kiss to her abdomen, succeeding in making her laugh.

"Forget Tea Leoni," he told her, pressing another kiss to her abdomen. "She'd be jealous of you. You're too beautiful."

Scully just laughed. They certainly had come a long way. His declarations of love and her looks no longer bothered her.

"How are you always so beautiful all hours of the day?"

She only gave him a gentle laugh and reached behind her to unhook her bra.

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"Love is friendship set on fire."

Two chapters to go