Taking Care of You

Part 3

by Trycee

Time-Line: Season 7, after the New Year's Kiss but way before All Things.

Disclaimer: I do not own the X-Files, this is written for fun not profit.

An Alternative Universe Story..

****Okay, Annie asked me to raise the rating, so I raised it just enough. Just for you Annie...

After their lunch and after having stripped Mulder out of his shirt and pants. She'd changed his bandage, her fingers touched cautiously and lovingly near his stitches, and helped him into her bed, much to his surprise. And in true Scully fashion, she took a quick shower and changed into a thin red camisole that gave Mulder a nice view of her cleavage, she dressed in some comfortable draw-string sleep-pants to complete her night-attire. She slipped into the bed with him, not in his cramped hospital bed but in her domain, her bed...where the sheets were soft and silky and everything smelled of his favorite scent...Scully. The combination of it along with the smell of her skin, the fragrant bouquet of her shampoo, made Mulder woozy. Scully could feel it too. It was the sensation of Mulder's bare chest, the slight sheen of sweat mixed with his light men's cologne and his natural scent that was driving her crazy. She reached out and touched the fine hair on his chest, letting her fingers intertwine in the small soft threads. She had wanted to touch him there for so many years that she couldn't resist. She knew instantly that it was a mistake, because not only did Mulder's body react, tinting the blanket that covered his groin but her body reacted as well, causing a gushing affect that she couldn't hide. Mulder looked at her and she at him and then he grabbed her, their mouths and tongues intertwining as they kissed, deeply, purposely.

And in no time, Scully was taking off her top, tossing it off the bed just as Mulder crushed her to his massive chest as he laid on his back. He didn't care if he were in physical pain, he couldn't feel it. All he could see was the beautiful woman in front of him and he wanted her. They could see within each others eyes that this first time would be frantic, not like the love-making they had both envisioned. This was more than lust and love, this was need...nearly 7 years of need and though Mulder winced in pain a few times as she rushed to strip them out of their clothes, Scully positioned herself on top of Mulder and broke their nearly 7 year sex-less drought. Both knew that because of their frenzy, neither would last long, but it lasted enough for them both to scream out each others names as they both orgasm together. And as Scully collapsed back onto Mulder's chest panting, he stroked her hair and screamed out, "I love you, I love you..."

Scully did her best to hold up her head to slathered kisses all over his mouth and chin. "Mulder...", she said, breathlessly. "Oh my god..."

"I know...", he said, as he pushed sweaty strains out of her face. "That was more than I could've dreamed..."

"Exactly...", she said, as she slid to his side, covering them both up. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"

Truthfully, Mulder had forgotten about his pain. "What pain?", he asked, as he held her tight.

Night turned to day and they both awaken to another round but this time they took things slow, as carefully as they could to not re-open Mulder's stitches. Scully marveled at his ability to ignore his pain and concentrate on her, every part of her in a way no other man had. He seemed mesmerized as he explored each part of her body, declaring that each was his favorite. She'd smile as he continued his exploration. Scully too marveled at Mulder's lean muscular body, she couldn't get enough, each touch was orgasmic and it seemed they'd never come up for air as they made up for all those years. And as they lay together recovering from the latest round, Mulder stroked Scullys red strains and waited for her to wake and when she hadn't, he decided to let her sleep and try to get up on his own. Mulder rose up from the bed and made his way into the bathroom and after relieving himself, he walked into the kitchen. He collapsed on the floor. An hour went past before Scullys eyes opened and she reached out for her lover to find the bed empty and freezing cold. She sat up, looking around, "Mulder?", but she saw nothing. She quickly grabbed her robe, throwing it on over her naked body and walked into the bathroom from her bedroom and then through the bathroom back into the hallway. She then walked into the living room and finally into the kitchen where she saw Mulder laying stiffly on the floor. She rushed to his side and noticed how pale his skin looked. "Mulder!", she said, as she reached out to touch him but he didn't respond. "MULDER!", she said, as her heart raced.

She turned Mulder over and saw his lips were turning blue. "Oh god!", she said, as she began CPR. She raced to the phone and dialed 911 and then raced back to his side to continue the CPR. In what felt like an eternity, the ambulance, who were accustomed to responding to her address, quickly arrived and knocked on her door. She glanced down at Mulder who was barely breathing and then rushed over to her door, flinging it open. The EMTs moved past her to Mulder's side, giving him oxygen and loading him into the stretcher. Scully grabbed her purse to follow but one of the EMTs pointed out that she was naked underneath her robe. She glanced down to see that the robe had loosened slightly exposing just a small amount of her breast. She immediately closed her robe and asked them what hospital they were taking Mulder too. They instructed her to get to Georgetown Memorial quickly and she rushed back to her bedroom to throw on some clothes fast and traveling as fast to the hospital without her own heart stopping.

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