Hi folks!
I was in the mood to write a real last chapter for this story, also some people have asked me to write a continuation for En Ami. So … here it is!

This chapter will be a bit more smutty than the last erotic ones. Or if not more smutty, it'll be at least different from what I've written before. I've come out of my comfort zone for this, hope it was worth it (I'm part of the aroace community, maybe that explains some things).

Enjoy!

Perfect

You'd die for Mulder but you won't allow yourself to love him.

Jerk. Jerk, jerk, jerk! He knows nothing about her, he doesn't know that her thoughts only consist of Mulder lately. And not only lately, for a while now she has known that she's in love with this beautiful man, her irritating yet wonderful partner. She has loved him before, in a platonic way, yes, like a family member, like a friend. But she has come to fall in love with him. Slowly. Or all of a sudden, she isn't really sure. It feels like it's been like this forever. All she knows is that now she cares for him and loves him deeply, like her soulmate that he is, like her one in five billion, like her constant and her touchstone.

That cigarette smoking son of a bitch doesn't know anything about her. Thank God he doesn't. Scully's thoughts belong to her and herself only, not even Mulder should access them. Not always, at least.

She's glad that the Smoking Man can't read thoughts, that he doesn't know what she has been thinking all the time during this trip. Or he would've known that she'd eventually believed these little stories he has shared with her.

Has she softened up for him? A bit, perhaps. Has she trusted him? Not even the slightest bit. Her face feels hot as she hits the steering wheel. Her cheeks feel wet and her eyes sting as she cries out: "Fuck!"

"Scully …"

Mulder tries to take her hand but the redhead slaps it away. "No. Don't touch me right now. I need to calm down first and touching me would not help." She inhales deeply. "Why did he do that?"

"Because he's the Smoking Man," Mulder replies and Scully shakes her head. "Let me drive, Scully, you're upset."

"I am upset, hell, yeah I am," Scully shouts and looks at Mulder. Her hands are shaking wildly and she grips the steering wheel to prevent herself from hitting it again. "If you only knew about the things he said, the promises he made …"

"You started trusting him."

"No! Never. But I believed him. I fucking believed him and all of what he said was just a sick lie. He used me, just as you said. Sick bastard." She bites back her tears. Has he also lied about not having drugged her? What if he has drugged her? What if he has touched her? She knows that he hasn't done anything beyond that, she would've known. She would have felt it. But damn, she really should have asked the housekeeper.

"What did he say to you, Scully?"

"I – nothing. Nothing that matters." Just things about you and me. And my life and the cancer.

"Scully."

"No, Mulder, I'm okay. I just feel betrayed. He lured me with tales of his past, showed me a whole other side of him. I can't believe I was so stupid." She wants to hit herself but decides to hit the steering wheel again. "Fuck! I've been blue-eyed and naïve and dumb."

"But you just said you didn't trust him. I wouldn't call that naïve." Mulder tries to take her hand again but she snaps it away once more. "And don't call yourself dumb or stupid. You know that's not true. You're the smartest person I know."

She exhales and leans her head against the steering wheel. "I'll never make that mistake again. Going somewhere without telling you what I'm doing."

"Yes, please don't ever do that again."

Short silence fills the car, until Mulder carefully speaks up.

"May I touch you, Scully? Please?"

Scully mutters something he doesn't understand.

"Sorry for overstepping a line," he says gently. "I know you're upset but I need to know we're okay."

"We are," Scully answers lowly.

"All right, then. I needed to tell you how worried I was about you. I was going crazy, thinking I would never see you again. I felt useless and helpless without you and I never want to feel like this again. So don't ever run away from me again, please."

"Oh, because you never run away from me?" Her head shoots up and she flashes an angry glance at him.

"Scully, please."

"No, why is me ditching you any different from you ditching me? Is it because I'm a helpless little woman!?" She knows she sounds hurt and she knows that Mulder doesn't think that. But God, is she mad at the world.

"You know I would never say that. You know I would never think that!" Mulder shakes his head in sheer shock. "You're so much stronger than I am. You've lost just as much as I have and you're doing much better than I do. You're the stronger one in this car and it has nothing to do with gender or body size." He cracks a small chuckle but she stays stern. Mulder sighs. "I am also not saying that you ditching me is different from the other way round. I said what I said because I realised how much I need you and that a life without you would be unthinkable. Well. I've already known that much." He tries again, places his hand on her shoulder. This time she doesn't brush his hand away, though her face still looks tense. "I've lost you once already. And then I almost lost you again and again and again. There's only so much of almost losing yous I can handle and I think I've reached my limit. If it came to me, I would never leave you out of my sight again. Not because I think you're weak or helpless but purely for selfish reasons. I never want to leave you out of my sight again because after seven years I still can't believe that a beautiful and wonderful and amazing woman like you is in my life. Sometimes I look at you and it feels like a dream. And now it has changed again, now we're …" He thinks for a few seconds. "Doesn't matter what we are or what we have. I don't want to lose that, I don't want to lose you. I look at you, Scully, and I see so much more than just you or us. I see myself as well and I see our future. I see our past and I see our present but mostly I can see the future, my future with you. I see our souls and they're beautiful. We are perfect together." He looks at her. This is the longest he has ever talked about his feelings to her.

"Damn," Scully mumbles. The corners of her mouth twitch and Mulder knows she's trying not to smile. "When did you become so sappy?"

"I'm always sappy when it comes to you. I guess I'm just too much in love with you."

You won't allow yourself to love him.

Scully swallows her tears. "You know that I'm also in love with you, don't you?"

"I had hoped so. Otherwise my speech would've been pretty lame."

"It still was lame," Scully counters, even though she doesn't think so. She feels the same, even though she knows she cannot put her feelings into words. She looks at him gently. "I love you, Mulder. I always have."

He smiles. And Scully knows it's enough.

He doesn't remember who had started it. Maybe she has, maybe he has. Probably they've both started it at the same time. They haven't even made it to his bed; not for the first time he makes love to her with his tongue on his couch. Not even fully on his couch, she barely leans against it while she holds onto him with her legs mostly, as she clutches them around his shoulders, her back arched. He feels her thighs tighten next to his throat and not for the first time he feels loss of air when she's almost ready to let go. But that's more than alright for him, it even turns him on a lot. Perhaps it's because he loves to feel her tighten around him, perhaps it's her warm and slick juices that drip down his chin and onto his thighs.

He kneels in front of her, like she is a Goddess that he worships and he is a servant, a minion that would do anything to please her. And if the Goddess says "drink me", he drinks her. Gladly he drinks from her. If the Goddess said he would not be allowed to eat anymore, nothing besides her beautiful cunt, he would gladly oblige.

He looks up at her, takes in the lewd moans that escape her voluptuous lips. Takes in the lecherous expression of her face, her red cheeks, her parted lips, the crimson chest, the sweaty pearls on her forehead and between her sensual breasts. She is his. And he is hers. There is nothing else to add. He would gladly spend the rest of his life like this, with giving her pleasure. Fucking her into oblivion. Making love to her until she's out of breath, much like he is right now, thanks to her strong thighs squeezing his throat. He knows that she'll need only a few more seconds and –

She comes. And holy shit, how she comes. She screams. She rarely screams, mostly she pants or moans. But this time she screams and he feels an wave of her lust crash into his mouth. He stays, enjoys the ocean, dips into it a few more times, marvels at how drunk she makes him feel.

But then she collapses on the couch and her saggy legs slip from his shoulders.

He gets up, leans over her. She looks gorgeous with her eyes closed, her lips parted and her whole face flushed with a redness that matches her hair.

He cannot believe he has her. But there she is, and she is ready for him. He caresses her droopy legs, parts them, gets closer to her. He pushes her back on the couch, which makes her eyes flutter open.

"Hi," he whispers as he drops his lips on her throat, starts to kiss and gently bite her glowing skin.

"Mulder," she mutters back. "Fuck me, please."

"On it, my Goddess," he sighs. He wants to take her slowly. He loves fucking but with her it's just not enough. He wants to make love to her slowly and sensually, wants to show her that he doesn't just want to fuck her. That he would be inside her forever, if he only could. Scully is very much into hard sex, that much he's found out, and he loves it too. Once in a while it's nice to take her hard, make her gasp of both pleasure and pain with every thrust but those times are over for him way too fast. Plus he doesn't want to hurt her, even though she always reassures him and tells him that she likes it rough. He looks at her and a warm feeling spreads in his chest. She looks happy. She looks purely and entirely happy. And this makes him more happy than anything he could ever imagine. Slowly he pushes into her.

Her whole body is saggy but her insides are tight and unbelievably hot and wet. He feels like diving into a taut jacuzzi. It's hard to push into her when she's this tight, so he takes it slow. He knows he wouldn't hurt her if he didn't, he knows she would enjoy it. But he wants to savour every moment, wants to enjoy and relish her. As he enters her, he feels like he could let go right away. He could, if he allowed himself to. But he holds back, for her and also for himself. He takes her, slowly first, but then she stiffens around him again. She grabs his shoulders, digs her manicured nails deep inside his flesh and lets out a moan so high pitched and so unlike Scully, that he knows she's close again. Different this time, now that he pleases her from inside. He loves that she can come from him being inside her. That's not something that usually happens. She has told him that, the first time she has had a vaginal orgasm with him. It had been her first one of this kind overall. She had been surprised herself but blamed it on their trust, their connection and the feeling that they have nothing to hide from each other. Pure comfort and the feeling of being able to let go completely makes her shut off her brain and just concentrate on this tingly feeling that makes her nerves explode when he's taking her.

They've talked about former sexual partners, especially after this first event. Mulder admitted to her that he has never made a woman come from him simply being inside her and thus Scully has told him that it has also never happened to her before. They've decided it must be because they're so perfect with one another.

And they are.

"Let go, Scully," he whispers into her ear now, bites her earlobe and sucks the spot beneath it. "Let go for me, my love."

That's all she needs. Him inside her body and her mind, his sweet voice whispering things into her ear. She comes with a yelp and then she's quiet, but he sees the pleasure in her face and knows that she's not done. He feels she's not done. Her mouth is wide open and her whole body is tense. The world stands still as he watches her. And all of a sudden she is all that his mind revolves around. He follows her right behind. Watching her is too much, he can't hold back anymore. He doesn't want to hold back anymore. Coming with her is among the most beautiful things that he has ever experienced. It's rare, as well. It has never happened to either of them, but it's happening to them now.

Minutes of silence. Minutes of hugging. Minutes of fast, shallow breathing and trying to regain air. Mulder pulls back slightly and catches her looking at him. She's smiling and once again she looks so happy and over the moon, it wants to make him melt right there.

Her hand reaches up to his face, cup his cheek. With her thumb she brushes over his skin, before placing her hand on his neck to pull him down and against her.

"I really do love you," she sighs and Mulder nuzzles his face into her neck, kissing her sweet, sweaty skin.

They're perfect together.

THE END