Author's notes: Okay, this is it, the moment you've all been waiting for…Leave a comment if you want me to continue, otherwise I will leave it as is. I kinda like it as an ending, but I could also see how it could go on a little more.

Wild One

Chapter 6

Part 1.

Scully began to feel better as she waited for the paramedics to arrive. "Do you need to lay down, Scully?" Mulder's attempts to pamper her made Scully feel special. But the better she felt physically, the worse she felt emotionally.

"No, Mulder, thank you though." She was sitting in the same chair she had been when Candi had fatefully reached for her hand.

"You sure? You don't look well."

She was so glad it was him holding her hand this time. She looked from their hands wrapped together up to his face. "Mulder, I…I just feel so ashamed."

"Why, Scully?" His eyes questioned. "None of this was your fault. You tried really hard to protect yourself…"

She snapped, "That's not what I mean…" She pulled her hand away from his and looked down. She couldn't bear to face him right now.

Just then the paramedics arrived, and chaos ensued. They checked her vital signs and whisked her away to the hospital over her objections. "Really, I feel fine," she told them. "I think maybe I'm ready to just go home…"

"Ms. Scully, you really need to be checked out by the doctors," said one paramedic.

"But I am a doctor."

"Well then you know that when your blood pressure is as low as yours is right now, you need to be examined."

She agreed to go, and then she was glad she did, because it gave her some time apart from Mulder to process what had just happened. What Mulder didn't understand was that it was not the sexual assault that embarrassed her, but the fact that she had become so aroused by it all, and with a woman, none-the-less. Did this mean…could it possibly mean, that she was inclined to go both ways? Or maybe she really preferred women, and was just discovering this fact after falling in love with Mulder?

After all the medical examinations and the blood tests were finished, and the doctor reluctantly allowed her to leave and recover at home, Mulder drove her in his car.

He kept glancing at her to see if she was okay, but she was not focused on reassuring him. She stared out the window, wondering how to discuss this with him, or whether she wanted to at all. Mulder placed his hand on hers and said, "Hey, Scully, you're not still blaming yourself, are you?"

She stared down at her lap. The words were not coming easily. "No, Mulder. I just can't understand how…how I felt so…so aroused…" She flinched at the sound of the word coming out of her mouth. "When being assaulted so blatantly."

He kept looking over at her, and she was a little worried he was going to crash the car, but she had a hard time caring right now. He tried to console her. "You know as well as I do, it was nothing but the pheromones…"

Her head snapped towards him. "But was it?" He pulled the car in front of her apartment building now, and they were able to talk to each other much easier. "I mean, it…she, she was a woman. What does that mean for me?"

She looked down again, ashamed once more. He lifted her chin with his hand. "What that means, is that you were under the influence of a powerful drug, Scully. Nothing more."

She felt a tear roll down her face as she looked into his reassuring eyes. He continued. "And even if you were attracted to women, it would mean nothing less about you."

She appreciated his words, but she still wondered aloud, "Does that make me a lesbian? I'm confused—am I going to start liking women more than men?"

He stared at her in silence. She knew that meant he didn't have any answers for her. "Come on, Scully. You're tired. Let's go get you inside."

Part 2.

In Scully's apartment, Mulder fished around for a blanket to cover her. But Scully had other ideas—she could not stand the thought of him tucking her innocently into bed one more time while she had so many unanswered questions about her sexuality. There was only one way to find out for sure.

Mulder came back to the couch, where Scully had reclined comfortably, resting her head on her arm. "Mulder," she said quietly.

He squatted down next to her. "What is it Scully?"

"I'm still feeling…" She let the words drop.

He sat down next to her and put his arm around her shoulder. "Sick, Scully? Do you need to go back to the hospital?"

"No, no, Mulder. Not that…" She looked into his eyes, and saw the questions in them. "It's…I'm still feeling…like I'm under the spell."

His brows lowered in confusion. "You mean, you're still having feelings for…for she-man?"

She tried to bore understanding into his brain with her eyes. She grabbed his hand in hers and said, "No, I just have feelings…"

With that, she leaned into him and pressed her lips against his, and, although surprised, he did not resist. He kissed her back passionately, and she felt a tingle between her legs. She shifted her body around so that one leg was on top of his, and moved her body in closer so that their chests were pressing firmly together. But he stopped her, putting one arm between them. "Scully…"

The last thing she wanted was to halt this momentum, but she hesitated, to hear what he had to say. "Scully," he said softly, "I don't think this is such a good idea."

She pulled back a little bit, but just enough to see his face. She could not pry her body off his now if she tried. He continued. "I mean, if this is just the after-effects of the drug, it wouldn't be right. I'd be taking advantage of you."

She smiled seductively, her eyes half-opened. "Mulder, this is not the drugs—I really want you."

But he did not smile back. "I'm serious, Scully. As tempting as this is, how are you going to feel tomorrow if you know that your first time with me was only because of a foreign chemical in your body? You would always wonder if you would have made the same choice otherwise. I don't want that to be a question."

As much as she hated to, she pulled away from him and sat next to him again, but kept his hand in hers. She put on her best "official business" look, stared him straight in the eyes, and said, "As a scientist, I can tell you, pheromones only work to make the person who emits them more attractive. Which means that I cannot possibly be attracted to you based on what happened to me tonight—the pheromones would only make me desire her, not you."

He stared straight ahead, and did not look convinced. She grabbed his chin with her hand and turned his head to face her. She could not believe what she was about to say—it was so risky. But she knew it was the truth, and it had to be said. "Mulder, I want you to understand—ever since you came back to me, I have wanted to do this. I knew that all along, ever since we kissed for the first time. So no, I will not have regrets about it." His eyes started to tear up. "In fact, I imagine it will make me happier than I have ever been, because I love you, and I want to show you how much I feel that love in every inch of my body. But if you still want to wait, I understand—I will wait for you for as long as it takes."

His hand flew up and began to stroke her arm. He was trying very hard to hold back tears. "Scully, I can't begin to tell you how grateful I am for what you did for me—you traded your life for mine, and for that I will always be thankful." Now she felt the tears welling up in her own eyes. "I love you so much."

With that, he hugged her, and then held the back of her head tenderly while he kissed her deeply. Their bodies came together again, heaving as if they could not get close enough. Scully let out a low, rumbling, "Mmmmm…" There was no doubt for her anymore—she knew no woman could draw out this level of desire in her.

She reclined on the couch and allowed Mulder to lie on top of her. She could feel his hardness between her thighs, and it sent an electrical charge straight up her spine. "Oh, Scully," he whispered in her ear, and then began to nibble at her earlobe.

"Whaaa…" she cried out in pleasure. She never knew ears could feel so erotic. Having Mulder touch her like this felt so stimulating and yet so…comforting, all at the same time. There was no anxiety or hesitation on her part—she knew she was completely safe with him.

His hand rose up to clasp one of her breasts, and she gyrated her hips into him in response. She pushed him back a little ways and began so she could unbutton her blouse. He helped her with it, and every time his fingers swept against her skin, she felt an electric surge travel up her nerve endings. He unfastened her bra, and stared at her breasts as if he had found the holy grail. "Beautiful," he whispered. She smiled.

His fingers began moving all over them, searching every inch of them. But his lips could not resist for long, and he brought them down to her nipples and began to lick and suck gently at first, but more firmly over time. "Mulder," she panted, as she fumbled with his zipper so she could pull down his pants.

She was one-hundred percent sure of her sexuality now. She knew as he pressed his fingers into her clitoris that she wanted him alone. She took his erection in her hand and stroked it, causing him to let out a low moan. He began to lower his lips to the neat patch of hair between her legs, but she did not know if she could hold out much longer, so she allowed him two or three swipes with his tongue and then pulled him up again so he could enter her.

She looked up at him, eyes half-closed, glazed and ecstatic look on his face, and she felt that this was so right, so perfect. And then he was in her. She arched her back in pleasure, accepting more and more of him until he reached her farthest depths. A spark of pure energy formed around her spine, and she felt it rising up within her. She knew that neither of them would be able to withstand much more.

His hardness swept through the inside of her, slow and deep. And then the thrusts became more intense as he sought to feel every inch of her silky insides. "Oh God, Mulder…" she gasped. He was still gazing down on her, and his presence was all around her and in her and the tingling sensation was growing into overwhelming orgasmic bliss.

His breathing quickened, and then it was like he could not breathe at all, but he managed to say, "Scully, I love you so much." Then he was pulsing inside of her and she could feel his juices pouring out of her. It was more than she could bear, and her own body responded by spasming uncontrollably around his erection.

He smiled down at her, and reached down to stroke her hair. "So beautiful," he said, with pure magic in his eyes. "You're so beautiful when you come." She beamed back at him, catching her breath finally.

He gently pulled himself out of her, and lay curled up against her. They wrapped their arms around one another, and spent the next few minutes with foreheads touching, staring into each other's eyes. Finally, Mulder spoke softly. "No regrets?"

She smiled and looked into his eyes with sincerity. She reached one hand up to stroke his face. "No regrets."