Disclaimer: Is this seriously still necessary? Has anyone ever really been sued for Fan Fiction? All right, all right, here's my obligatory spiel: Not mine. It sucks. The end.

Rating: Smutsylvania. NC-17 Land. Here be Smutsters. I made my own self blush several times writing this. Ye be warned.

Spoilers: This chapter is Post-Monday.

Author's Notes: Thanks for hanging in there.

Feedback: I stalk my email for feedback harder than I stalked David Duchovny last year.

"I think we should all be grateful that this situation didn't turn out as badly as it could have. Yes, a young lady lost her life, but somehow…," Skinner opens, then closes Mulder's report that's sitting in front of him on his desk, shaking his head. "You two may have saved a whole lot more lives. Everything looks in order." He picks up our reports and puts them on the corner of his desk for his secretary along with some other paperwork for her.

Mulder and I both stand, but Skinner says, "I didn't say you were dismissed." Mulder and I look at each other before sitting back down. Skinner stands up, sighs and removes his glasses. He rubs his face, pinching the bridge of his nose before clearing his throat and replacing his glasses. "You both took last Tuesday off, and I understand you were sick the rest of the week Agent Scully, however…your behavior yesterday," his gaze shifts from me to Mulder, "during that meeting was inexcusable. *Yes,* I know you may have saved lives, but you were late to begin with. And running a personal errand during a very important meeting! No, there is no excuse!" he says, cutting off Mulder when he starts to explain yet again. "I got my ass chewed out over you two, now it's your turn! You haven't even been on assignment in over a week, you had due time to be prepared for this meeting! You two just got reassigned to the X-files, and you're acting foolishly!" He's pacing, I can tell he is running out of words. I feel bad for him, actually. He's obligated to counsel us on the matter, but he knows there's more to the story than meets the eye. He takes off his glasses and pinches his nose again. While he's got his eyes closed I chance a glance at Mulder, who makes a completely silly, exaggerated 'yikes!' face at me. My hand flies up to my mouth as Skinner is opening his eyes, I have to wipe away my smirk and put a more serious face back on. Mulder can turn his face back to serious much easier than I. I can literally feel Mulder looking at me out of the corner of his eye as he looks at Skinner, proud that he got to me in here. "Would you two just get out of here? If you don't make it to this meeting next year, you'll be suspended without pay." He sits in his chair, rubbing his head.

"Yes sir." We both say and exit his office quickly to the hallway.

I walk ahead of Mulder, I won't even chance looking at him in the hallway. When we make it to the elevator he waits until everyone has exited to the lobby and for me to look at him before asking. "Think I oughta take him out for *his* birthday? He seems stressed."

I find that very hilarious, but I don't let on much. I don't miss a beat. "Or you can just hook him up with Agent Fowley. No, never mind. I actually like Skinner."

I watch his eyes go wide, he's pretty surprised. Now he squints at me, and I wonder if I crossed a line. Finally he smiles, giving me that look that's been filling my thoughts all morning.

After spending all day dealing with the incident at the bank yesterday, I had been tired and hadn't even thought about Mulder and I until we had separated for the day. After dealing with police, and Skinner, and everything else, I hadn't given much thought to what's been going on between us lately. Yes, Sunday I had needed some time to cope with what he had spilled during his fever. I was not angry with him, not at all. I wished he would have told me sooner, but I understood why he hadn't. It was simply another punch to the gut after dealing with blow after blow for the last several years it seemed. Emily had been heavy on my mind on Sunday, and I just needed to work through it in the best way I knew how. I had tried to let Mulder in, but was unsure how to lean on him. I was always aware of the fact that he was there if I needed him, I just didn't take him up on it.

Now we're standing here in the elevator, and he's looking at me with those eyes. The doors open to the basement and I smirk at him before walking down the hallway to our office. As soon as we make it inside, he starts gathering his things. "Cover for me, will you, Scully?"

"Wha-Mulder? We just got our asses handed to us by Skinner! Where are you going?"

"I gotta work on my place, I gotta take down the water bed frame. The contractors are going to be there in the morning to fix the damage. I can't pay anyone to clean up, paying for the damage has drained me. I don't want to have to dip into savings. Please, Scully?"

I sigh. "Mulder…"

"Just this afternoon. Promise." He gives me *the* grin.

I'm standing there with my arms crossed, staring him down. But I bend my knees and lean back a little, making an unhappy face back at him. "Fine…go."

"Thanks, Scully." And he's gone. I sigh and go over to his chair, sit down and spin around once before leaning back and putting my feet up, much like he would. I pick up one of his pencils and run it through my fingers before holding it up between both hands, observing the bite marks on it.

I hear his footsteps again and look up at the door where he's leaning in to talk to me quickly. He pauses and smiles, caught off guard by how I'm sitting. I raise my eyebrows at him, expecting him to give me some task to get done today. "Will you call me tonight?" He says hopefully, if not even a little shyly.

I mostly suppress my smile. "Yeah."

He doesn't suppress his grin, "Ok, See ya later."

xxxxx

I spend the day checking both of our emails for any leads, going through the neglected mail pile, filing things away. Often, I'm completely distracted by thoughts of my birthday, and lying in bed with him when he was sick.

When 5 o'clock finally comes, I lock up the office. I'm about to call him to see if he wants to meet for dinner but I decide on a better plan. I go home and change into jeans and a comfortable long sleeve shirt to work in. I bundle up in a coat and scarf and head to his place. I stop and grab us a sandwich to share from the deli on the way.

When I get there, I try the door and it's unlocked. I take off my coat, make my way to his bedroom and look inside. He's gotten a lot done. The mattress has been drained, and folded up as best can be. There's a few stacks of square mirrors next to that. I imagine he had to take those down one by one. He is up on a ladder, with his back to me, taking apart the top part of the frame that held the mirrors. He's got that half way done already, parts of it area already leaning against the wall behind him. He's wearing jeans, which I take only a moment to appreciate. Then he's got on a blue T-shirt with the sleeves ripped off. I take a considerable amount of time longer to appreciate his arms.

"You own a ladder, Mulder?" I am almost all of the way under him now, but walk around in front of him, holding up the glass bottle of peach iced tea I got him at the deli.

He smiles and places the tool he was using on the top shelf of the ladder, taking the bottle from me. "No, I borrowed it from the super. 'Do I own a ladder?'" He exaggerates his sarcasm, twisting the cap off and taking a few big gulps. He descends the few steps to the floor, puts his drink down on one of the rungs then leans into me, going for a big hug.

"No!" I duck away from him, he's sweaty to the point of it soaking his shirt in places. He takes a big step, still acting like he's going to grab me. I take a big step back. "Mulder!"

He laughs and grabs his drink again, grabbing the bottom of his shirt to wipe his face. He dabs in a few places, his forehead, his nose. My eyes are drawn to his now exposed abs. He catches me and gives me *the* look.

I squint my eyes at him, "So, tell me about this waterbed."

He laughs, putting his hands up. "I really don't know…I don't know!" He repeats it at my skeptical look. "I *swear.* We went to Area 51 a couple months ago…" he raises his eyebrows, asking if I remember, "and this was here when I got back home."

"That is ridiculous."

"I'm serious, Scully!" He takes another big gulp of tea. At my increasingly skeptical, inquisitive look, he says, "I have never been more serious in my *life.* Why would I lie? Ok, well I can see why you would think I could want to lie about having mirrors above my bed." I try to keep my face serious, but am failing. So is he. "But, I am not lying. I swear on…I don't know, whatever the hell book I can't live without."

"You swear on…The X-Files?"

"Yeah, that. The ones we didn't lose in the fire, anyway." I see sadness haunt his face for only a moment. But then he says, "I have no damn clue where the hell this thing came from." He finishes his bottle of tea. I briefly remember that strange item I had found in my desk when we had returned from that trip. A penny and dime joined together. "You bring some food to go with this?"

I study him another few moments, figuring I suppose he is telling me the truth, but I can't wrap my head around how it got here then. Finally I give it up. "Yeah," I go to the living room and get the bag with the sandwich.

He meets me at the couch, I put the bag on the coffee table and sit next to him. He's leaning over my shoulder to look at the bag as I open it. "If there's another iced tea in that bag-"

I cut him off with a finger in the air. I reach in, pull out another one and hold it out for him. "Ah, Scully, you really do give me reasons to keep you around sometimes. Now give me my sandwich." I mock offense and hand him his half of the sandwich. "Thank you." He grins and takes a big bite.

I take a bite of my own. "Do you think the Gunmen had something to do with it?" I ask before I take a sip of my water.

"What? Oh, no. I asked them and Frohike said if he was going to buy anyone a waterbed it would be him."

"It would take up the whole room, and what, they'd all sleep on it together?" I smile proudly as Mulder almost spits tea out of his mouth.

xxxxx

A few hours later, we have moved most of the pieces of the bed either out of the apartment or out of the way of the contractors that will be coming tomorrow. He put a lot of it in his storage in the basement, until he can figure out how to discard all of it, especially the mirrors. But we are done for the day. We plop down on the couch, both a little more worn out than we should be, after being sick so recently. "Wanna order a pizza?"

"No, I want to go home." Visions of a hot bath fill my mind.

"Oh, ok." He looks adorably disappointed. I watch him for a few moments. "What?" he asks.

"Were you using the bed, Mulder?"

He shakes his head, smirking. "I told you I didn't buy it, Scully."

"That's not what I asked you."

"Well, yeah, I was sleeping in it, most nights. It was so nice and cool. I'm actually going to miss it…what?" He asks. I'm staring at him again.

I clear my throat, "So, back to sleeping on the couch, huh?"

"Yeah…?" I clear my throat once more, looking down at my nails. "What?"

I take a deep breath and blow it out, my cheeks puffing out a bit from it. "Mulder…"

"Scully…?" He's finally gotten where I'm going with this, but he's going to make me say it.

"You're welcome to stay at my place."

"I'm *welcome* to stay at your place." He states back to me.

I know I'm blushing a little, so I shake my head and turn away from him enough that my hair blocks my face. "Yeah."

He laughs and gets up, putting a hand on my thigh for a moment as he does. "Hell yeah, let me get some things together."

xxxxx

Hours later, we have eaten the food we picked up on the way home. I told him to shower first while I did the dishes. Really, he just smelled worse than I did and I didn't want to smell that after my own shower.

When I am done, I squeeze my hair with the towel until it is just damp and brush it. I brush and floss my teeth. I rinse well, then use my favorite lavender lotion all over. So what if I am primping a little? 'He's your partner, that's what.' But I smirk at that voice in my head, not giving it much mind anymore. Like I was telling Mulder the other day, all of the men involved in that conspiracy have cast enough darkness on my life and I was done living in those shadows.

I change from my robe into some simple pajamas. on the way to the living room. I stand in front of the couch, looking down at him. He is stretched across the whole thing. "Move, Mulder." I say when he doesn't move and just looks up at me, one of the pillows between his forearm and his head.

He pats the couch where his hand is resting in front of him on the couch cushion. "You really want me to move?" There's that boyish, hopeful look of his.

My lips scrunch up, suppressing a smile, and he knows he's got me. He pulls me down by my hand and guides me to lay down in front of him. He scoots back on the couch to give me enough room, then moves the pillow and has me rest my head where it was.

"Movie just started…" Soon we are laying there, supposedly watching a movie. I am completely distracted by every wandering, seemingly absentminded stroke of his fingers, though. Through my hair, on my ear, down my neck, down my arm. He spreads open my hand with his, tracing and tickling in a very pleasant way. After a few minutes, he stops, paying more attention to the movie. I don't hide my disappointment. I squeeze my fingers around his, looking at him over my shoulder. He smiles down at me and moves his hand back up to my shoulder. "Are you enjoying this, Agent Scully?" his voice rumbles near my ear.

"Maybe." I answer as he lowers his nose to my hair, "And you?"

"Uhh, yeah, Scully. You smell really good." His hand moves down to my neck, tracing little circles down my windpipe. He traces between my collar bones, then he pauses.

"Mulder…" I say his name in such a way that I make it clear I do not want him to stop.

He moans low in his throat when I say his name. He runs the backs of his fingers down the front of the buttons of my pajama shirt and places his hand on my bare stomach. "Soft," he mumbles against my ear before just barely biting the shell of my ear with his teeth. His hand is roaming slowly up my abdomen. I shiver at his mouth on my ear, sucking air into my lungs. My back arches. My eyes open wide, then squeeze closed. I get chills with ever breath out of his nose onto my ear. God what is he doing to me, he hasn't even really touched me yet? We haven't even *kissed* yet. My heart starts racing and my breath quickens at that thought, this is just the beginning.

His hand makes it all the way up my stomach, his fingers just millimeters away from touching the bottom of my breast. He's panting against my ear, sending sinful little sensations down through every part of my body. "Mulder," I whisper, once again asking him to stop hesitating.

I faintly whimper in protest when he withdraws his hand from my shirt, but decide it's ok when he is unbuttoning my shirt. I notice that he is actually shaking a little, and I feel relieved I'm not the only one.

Once he is finished unbuttoning, he places his hand under my breast, his thumb resting between both of them, "I can't believe this is happening, Scully. I want you so bad right now," his voice rumbles in my ear. My back arches on it's own, pushing myself right against his hand. I moan when I feel his erection against my backside. Just when I think I can't take anymore sensation, he takes my breast into his hand. There is no more hesitation, he takes it fully into his hand. He growls into my ear before moving his mouth down to my neck, latching on there. My body involuntarily moves against him again. He holds my nipple between his finger and thumb, before taking me fully into his hand again.

He moves his hand quickly down to the waist of my pajama pants. He hesitates, not like before, only long enough for me to stop him if I wish to. I do not stop him and he quickly slides his fingers under my panties and between my legs. I open my legs for him, hooking my foot around his leg. Both of us moan in unison when he touches me. He doesn't waste any time there, and I am greatly relieved when he pushes his middle finger up inside of me. He adjust himself behind me to give his hand a better angle, breathing heavily. My hand rests on the forearm of the hand that is inside of me, my fingers squeezing and urging him on. He urges me to move more onto my back so he can maneuver a little better. He is looking down at his hand in my pants. He finds the spot and my back arches up high while I'm digging my nails into the skin on his arm. When he adjusts his hand and he brushes against my clit, I begin to tremble. He pushes his finger harder against my G spot on his next stroke just as his mouth lands on mine I had been biting my lip and he pushes his tongue between my lip and teeth, separating them, surprising me because my eyes were squeezed closed. I'm coming around his finger while his tongue probes my mouth, inside my cheek, against my tongue. He growls into my mouth as he feels me coming around him. He slows as my orgasm subsides, but when he pulls back and softly bites my bottom lip and his finger brushes against my G spot again, I come all over again. He whimpers against my lips, skillfully fingering me through this one also.

When I am finally coming down, he slides his finger out of me and removes his hand from my pants. He rests his hand on my thigh, his forhead is resting on my lips. I already feel sweat there. He squeezes my thigh and I can feel how tense he is in every muscle I am in contact with. I pull my leg back from over his, then stand up just enough to get him onto his back before straddling him on the couch. He rests his hands on my hips but stops me with a hand on my shoulder when I bend over to kiss him. "I need a minute, Scully."

"All right, Mulder….but then I want you to take me to bed." I feel his fingers tighten their grip on my hips and I swear I can almost literally see fire in his eyes. The way he is with me, how open he is, only fuels my fire and makes me forget about things like restraint and self control. He sits up, somehow picking me up after telling me to hold on. He's walking to my bedroom with me holding onto his hips and neck. He sits down on my bed with me straddling his thighs, and reaches up to straighten my hair from where it got messed up on the couch. He stops with a hand over my hair, staring at me.

"This is gonna sound pathetically cliché, but you are really beautiful, Scully." I sigh as he brushes his fingers over my brow bone and down the side of my face. I close my eyes and turn my face into his hand as he touches my cheek with the back of his fingers. Then I smell myself on his fingers and I look at him through my lashes. He sees the look in my eyes and nods. We're going for each others clothes at the same time. He beats me to it, pushing my pajama top off of my shoulders before I pull up on the hem of his T-shirt and yank it over his head. I stand up on the floor, pushing on his chest to keep him on the bed.

"Get undressed," I say, taking off my pajama bottoms and panties.

He's breathing faster again already, removing the rest of his clothes and tossing them aside. I climb back onto the bed, stalking up to him and pushing him back to lay down crossways on my bed. It's my turn to explore him for a moment. I'm getting to touch his chest for the first time, not as his doctor but as a woman about to be with him. I watch my hand move over his chest, my thumb brushes over one of his nipples and he sucks in a breath. I look at him for just a moment and see him staring at my breasts. I look back down at my hand again as it works it's way down his muscular abs. I flatten my hand on him here and there, feeling the hardness of those muscles. I glance at him again and he's watching my face now, his eyes just as focused on me as I've ever seen them on anything else before. I move my hand down the hair low on his abdomen, my fingers barely pushing into his pubic hair. His eyes grow darker than I've ever seen them. I let my eyes travel down his neck, then his chest and abs, down to where my hand rests and then I take the sight of his erection. My lips part and I glance at him for just a moment. His own lips have parted, his eyelids are heavy. I look back down at him and have to take him into my hand. He's had THIS all of these years and I had no idea.

"Scully…damn it, Scully." I still my hand for just a moment, letting him gather himself. But that doesn't last long, my hand is squeezing him, slowly moving over him. I feel the softness of his skin moving over the hardness of his erection. I slowly squeeze him, bottom to top a few times. When I see the precum at his tip, I move my thumb toward it. He grabs my wrist, shaking his head. "No. " he says and his head falls back on the bed, breathing heavily. I straddle him and lower my face to his, nuzzling his nose much like he did with me before our first kiss. I stay that way for a minute, letting him gather himself, breathing the air from his lungs.

I kiss him deeply before I ask him, "Are you ready?" I hope so because I am. He nods, I feel it against my nose where we are touching. I pull back enough to look at him again as I wrap my hand around him again and finally take him just inside my entrance. He slides in with little resistance, despite his width, I am that ready for him. But I have not had anyone inside of me for years. Someone of this size, never. I bite my lip, continuing to raise up and then take in a little more, pushing down every time before I've completely adjusted from the last. He's holding still, his hands in the air by my sides, his face the picture of restraint. He's shaking from holding back, the muscle in his jaw clenched tighter than I've ever seen it. I take him as fully inside as I can before I move my knees down on the bed, taking a little more. My eyes fall closed, but he reaches his hand up to my neck, making me look at him again. I try to hold his eyes as I move slowly, wincing against a small amount of pain that turns into incredible pleasure when I push down on him again. My eyes close again and he sits up, adjusting my legs so I can still move on him, but I lose some of his length inside me. But he kisses me and makes up for that. I feel the same way I did the first time I kissed him. No, more than that. I feel more alive than I ever have before.

He kisses me with this incredible passion and I push down onto him at the right angle. I am already trembling, in the first stages of another orgasm. He holds onto me and flips me over. I fall back down onto the bed, with my head up between the pillows, I lose that orgasm, but when he slides deep inside me I arch my back and cry out. My arms are still around his neck holding on tight. He pulls out and slides deep inside me again and I whimper, arching my back and raising my knees higher. I suddenly become aware that he is talking. His mouth is next to my ear. "…so goddamn good. This is so amazing. You're so hot, Scully, I can't even think straight, I'm going out of my mind." Peppered throughout his words are little unintelligible moans. Of course, he can't shut up half of the time I've known him, why would this be any different? Fortunately, his voice only builds up my pleasure.

He takes my arms by my wrists and pushes them up above my head. He adjusts my hips and pushes my left leg up higher by my thigh with his right hand, his left elbow on the bed under my shoulder. He slides into me even more deeply and I'm shaking beneath him again, my back arching and my head tilting back so far that I could see the headboard if I could open my eyes. My hands reach back and push against the headboard, so I can meet his gentle thrusts with little ones of my own. My orgasm is building so tortuously slowly, I feel as if every muscle between my stomach and knees are in on it. He pushes my leg out and my eyes fly open as he slides inside me again, barely even thrusting. I finally go over the edge, coming more slowly and intensely than I knew possible. There are tears coming out of my eyes, I suppose I'm crying, but not in the sappy way that I imagined women cry during lovemaking. Tears are simply escaping my eyes from the intensity of it all. He falls down onto both of his elbows, both hands moving to the top of my head, his forearms under my shoulders. Mumbling unintelligibly against my ear as I push with my hands and meet his harder thrusts now. He mumbles something about coming and I nod. I have been on this peak for what feels like forever, I feel it through every part of me. I say his name, barely recognizing my own voice, desperately wanting him to feel what I'm feeling. One of his hands finds one of mine. His fingers lace with mine as he thrusts one final time, harder than I expected but it immediately sends me into an even higher state of pleasure, with a sharp yell from both of us. He is squeezing my hand so hard, I vaguely register the pain, but am more focused on the rest of my body, on his body trembling as he comes above me.

A minute later, we still haven't spoken, he's still moving over me now and then. He moves a hand down to my hips and holds me there, pushing back into me. "What the hell did you do to me, Scully? I think I'm still coming. That was so…goddamn intense" He sighs and nuzzles my ear, giving one last little push of his hips against mine, his almost soft penis still inside me.

I am finally able to straighten my back, coming out of that arch, groaning with the protests of my back, but still feeling amazing. "What did *you* do to *me,* Mulder? I'm going to be sore all over for days."

He smirks and looks down at me for the first time since…God knows how long ago. He sees the trail that the tears left down to my temple. "You ok?" He looks more confused than worried, he *knows* I was enjoying myself. I nod and raise my head to meet his lips with mine. He kisses me back. We aren't really kissing, he's just moving his lips over mine before nuzzling my nose again. "I think I said this a few times during, but in case I wasn't making any sense, I have *never* felt like that. Ever." I nod and pull back to look at his face. I know I don't have to tell him that I haven't either. "Think we'll ever be able to pull that off again?" He asks as his fingers play absentmindedly with my hair up on the pillow. I feel myself blush, my insides already reacting to the thought of 'next time.' He feels it and kisses me again, deeply. "You're a little firecracker, Scully, but I can't believe I could ever feel that good again."

"Skeptic," I mumble against his lips, smiling.

"But I'll die trying," he says and smiles before kissing me deeply.

"In the instant that you love someone
In the second that the hammer hits
Reality runs up your spine
And the pieces finally fit

And all I ever needed was the one
Like freedom fields where wild horses run
When stars collide like you and I
No shadows block the sun
You're all I've ever needed
Baby you're the one"

Elton John- The One

What? She knows music other than Depeche Mode? Yes, she does.

Author's Notes: I hope it was worth the wait. It's hard for me to imagine going from what they were to in bed together before that certain point in Season 7, so I can't help imagining it would take a lot of adjustment, especially for Scully.

I don't have any pressing ideas for another story, but I have thoroughly enjoyed pushing out 4 stories in less than 4 weeks. I was surprised that each story came to me to begin with, and glad I was able to complete each idea. Much love to all of the new friends I've made along the way. Maybe I'll be back again soon, but for now, I think I will take my turn to enjoy READING rather than writing.

Cheers to Mulder and Scully, may they continue to haunt our thoughts with their banging bodies and insatiable sex drive. *eg*