All disclaimers are in part one.
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'Cause I still got the nasty in me
Still got that dirrty degree
And if you want some more sexy
Still got that freak in me'
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January 13, 2000
"I like your apartment."
Dana looked over at Mulder curiously. He was wandering around her living room, half empty wine glass in hand.
"You've been here many times, Mulder," she reminded.
"I know, I've just never told you."
She looked at him funny again. "Yes, you have. You said it just last week."
"Yeah, okay. But it's true. I like it here. It's… cozy."
"Cozy, Mr. Oxford?"
"What can I say? When I'm content my vocabulary is lax," he explained, settling down on her couch. He took a small sip of wine before setting it down for good on her coffee table. He looked over at her expectantly.
"What, Mulder?" she said rolling her eyes.
He patted the spot next to him, beckoning her to him. "Come join me. It's lonely."
She shook her head, smiling in spite of herself. "You are something else, Mulder."
"That's why you love me," he insisted but she didn't answer.
Truth was, she was nervous. Their relationship had been changing over the last few weeks, ever since New Year's Eve. They were growing close, closer than she had ever planned. There were times when it scared her and times she wanted to be so much closer.
"I have a question for you, Mulder," she spoke finally. "I've wanted to ask you this forever."
"Fire away."
"What would you name your first child?"
He looked at her amazed. "Now there's something I don't know."
"Oh, come on. Everyone's thought of it at one time or another." She settled next to him on the couch, sitting her normal distance away from him—extremely close, as she liked to call it.
He shook his head. "Nope, I can honestly say I've never thought about it."
"Never?"
He shook his head again. "Never. If anything, if at anytime I ever thought about being a father, my only thoughts were to be a better father than my dad was to me."
"Understandable. But you've never thought about it?"
"Well, I guess. If I had a son, I'd name him Elvis," he said in all seriousness.
Dana laughed. "Mulder, you can't be serious."
"I am."
"No woman would ever name her child that… anymore," she added at his look.
"That's where I turn on my famous Mulder charm."
"Yeah," she scoffed but she wasn't denying it. He definitely had charm and she was definitely a victim of it. He was certainly a bad influence on her… but in a really good way. In the next moment, she knew her life was about to change for the better.
She wasn't sure who initiated it or how it even started but she knew she never wanted to stop feeling it. Mulder, quite possibly, had the softest lips she'd ever felt. For a man with large hands, they were extremely soft and gentle. She loved the feel of them. And right now they were doing wonderful things to her.
She encouraged him when his lips moved down to her neck. He pressed his body to hers, slowly moving them both down to the couch. Her arms wrapped around him securely, her body relaxing to accommodate his heavy form. She moaned with pleasure when his teeth sank into a sensitive spot on her clavicle.
He made his way back to her lips when he felt her tug. Her lips tasted so sweet on his.
"Bedroom," she managed to get out between kisses. "I have something to show you."
"I like the sound of that," he said, his moan quickly becoming a groan when she pulled out from under him. He allowed her to lead him through her apartment to her bedroom. He couldn't explain the feeling of euphoria running through him. He felt numb but in a good way.
Suddenly, she stopped in front of him. He managed to stop himself before he ran into her, although that probably wouldn't have been a bad thing.
"You're gonna have to take off my shirt," she told him. He stood there frozen. "Or I can do it…"
That snapped him to attention. "No, no, no, I've got it. I can do it."
She smiled sweetly at him, remembering how lucky she was. He had her lie back on the bed, climbing on after her. He kissed her, forgetting all about what she wanted him to do. But she quickly reminded him.
"The shirt, Mulder."
"Why do I have a feeling there's actually something you want to show me?" he mumbled, bringing his lips to her neck.
"Because there is." She adjusted herself on the bed, moving so her head rested against her pillows. Mulder followed suit, his hands going to the hem of her sweater.
"I just want to kiss you," he said, looking into her eyes. She arched her brow. He relented. "Okay, well maybe just for now."
But he abided by her previous wishes. His hands were inching her sweater up slowly when he saw it. He quickly pushed the sweater up and removed it. He pushed her jeans down just barely so he could see it better.
Low on her right hip was a tattoo.
The main focus was the Eye of Horus in the center but it was the rest of it that caught his attention. The Eye of Horus was in the middle of a solar eclipse.
"It's beautiful," he told her, mesmerized.
"I got it because of you," she confessed.
"It's beautiful," he repeated, tracing the outline.
She smiled at his expression. "Would you like to hear about it?"
"It's beautiful."
"I got the total solar eclipse because it's a rare event. It represents us; it's not something that happens every day. And it'll blind you if you look at it because it's so strong, it can overwhelm you," she explained. He was silent so she continued.
"The Eye of Horus is an ancient Egyptian symbol of protection and power. The ancients believed this symbol of indestructibility would assist in rebirth."
Mulder finally found his voice. "Do you believe that?"
"I'm starting to. Ever since I met you, I'm rethinking everything about myself," she shared with him.
"Is that good or bad?"
"Extremely good," she smiled. She continued on with her story. "Early on, Horus became identified as a sky god, where one eye of his was the sun and the other the moon. His weaker eyes later became less important and he became more strongly aligned with the sun."
She took hold of his hand, pressing his fingers flat against her skin. She guided it to the left of the eye.
"The Eye has fractional value. This is one-half, represented by smell. And the pupil is one-fourth, obviously represented by sight or the sensation of light. The top line is one-eighth, represented by thought. The other side of the Eye is one-sixteenth, represented by hearing. This curled line is one thirty-seconds, represented by taste. And this extension here is one-sixty-fourths, represented by touch," she finished.
Mulder stayed on the last one. "If you ask me, this should be a lot longer."
"It's supposed to represent a leg touching the ground," she explained. "They all represent the six senses."
"I still say it should be longer." He kissed her tattoo gently. "When did you get it?"
"Not long after New Year's Eve. It's just starting to heal completely."
He kissed it again, lingering there. He made his way back up her body, kissing every inch of her on the way. That was when her world seemed to start spinning. Everything moved so quickly but she wasn't complaining. She knew two people had never been more passionate about one another.
Mulder pulled away before joining with her, startling her and worrying her at the same time.
"Wait, I have to know. Have you and Daniel…" he stopped, not wanting to say it. Luckily, she knew what he meant.
"No, his divorce isn't final yet. It'll look bad to his wife's lawyer, he says, but honestly that's just his excuse because I refuse to until marriage," she assured him, feeling slightly out of breath.
"But have you… had…" He couldn't finish that sentence either.
She smiled to assuage his worries. "Yes, there's no need to worry, Mulder. I know where everything goes."
She pulled his hips to hers and enjoyed his groan of pleasure as he sank into her.
"Now's not the time to joke."
"You started it." She kissed his chin, feeling their lower bodies move into a rhythm.
So this is what happiness feels like
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Mulder woke to an empty bed the next morning. The sheets were still disheveled and warm though so he knew Dana hadn't been up long. He smiled happily as he looked out the window, noticing immediately how bright and cheery everything looked. He wanted so badly to stay there, remembering last night, but he also wanted to find her and try his best to get an encore performance of last night.
He dressed quickly, pulling hi boxers and jeans on in record speed. He didn't bother to button up his shirt, letting it hang open instead.
He found her in the kitchen, her back to him. He knew she was making coffee, that's what woke him. He crept up behind her slowly. She jumped slightly when he wrapped his arms around her waist. He quickly felt her relax once she knew—remembered--who it was.
His lips found her neck. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you." She relaxed further when his lips began to roam her collarbone. She moaned with pleasure, unable to resist his charms.
"You just startled me, that's all. Do you… do you… want any coffee?" she managed to get out, bracing herself against the counter. He followed, pressing her to the counter.
"I'd rather have you."
Her hands groped tightly for more counter and hurriedly agreed.
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She'd never felt more sated in her life. She'd never felt more alive. So why did she feel herself pulling away?
She gently extracted herself from Mulder's arms, careful not to wake him. She sat there and admired him for a moment. He looked so peaceful, so sweet. He had a small grin on his face, one she knew she put there. She smiled in spite of herself.
What had this man done to her?
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Mulder found her at the kitchen table reading the newspaper. He had again woken to an empty bed. He could already see her pulling away.
"I think I'd better take off," he announced, buttoning up his shirt. She looked surprised he'd said that. Was she not aware she was shutting him out?"
"Already? It's not even eight."
"This isn't about what time it is. I think you know what this is about."
"Apparently I don't. Care to share?"
He moved over to her, pulling her up to stand. He took a hold of her hands, staring deep into her eyes. "I want you to be the woman you were meant to be, the woman you are. I don't want to be with a façade, the mask you put on everyday. You're holding back; I can feel it," he explained.
She startled to crumble. "I don't mean to. I just can't help it."
He wiped away stray tears, his heart breaking. "I know. But when you find that woman again, I want you to call me 'cause I'm gonna want to meet her. I have a feeling I could fall in love with."
More tears started to fall. He wiped them all away. He began to lead them both to the door.
"I'll do that," she whispered. His lips touched to hers softly, not wanting to leave her without saying goodbye properly.
She was reluctant to move away, but eventually her sense caught up to her.
"Remember, call me," he reminded her one last time before leaving. As soon as he was out the door she wanted him back.
She wanted him.
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Continued in final chapter……