Title: Hallway without the Bee

Rating: T

Status: Complete

Spoilers: FTF (clip from the prank reel)

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Summary: The X Files has been shut down …again. Mulder and Scully have been separated. She submits her letter of resignation and goes to his apartment to tell him. The bee in the hallway ruined everything but, what if the Bee was never there.

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I needed to say my peace. I wasn't going to stand around after everything we had been through together while he begged me not to quit. Before going to his apartment, I spoke with Skinner after the board hearing, and he advised I had been transferred to Salt Lake City effective immediately. In return I submitted my letter of resignation to take place at the end of the business day. I am not going to Utah. I can go to any hospital and work as a doctor. I am not staying at the FBI in any location, if we were being separated, I needed to get away from him, to let go of the X Files and to put myself back together.

I stood in his apartment and told him of my transfer and subsequent resignation. He tried to get me to change my mind, but we had been shut down and I couldn't work in the Bureau without him. I didn't know if I could live without him let alone work without him. It cut to the bone to tell him of my resignation, seeing the look in his eyes I knew it caught him off guard. He is the one thing I value above all else. I know I should tell him but if we are to be separated there is no sense in that. I felt like I was dying but by my own hand. I had never felt love for another person like I feel for him, and it terrified me.

How does one control such a deep, binding, unconditional love for another. His determination, his resolve, his stubbornness, his ability to listen to me and my science rattling blather that most time came up empty without the supporting data I needed to refute his theories. My one regret is I never told him how I felt, to let him know I loved him, unconditionally, with soul-searing ferocity. I wanted him, I wanted him in every way, a best friend, a confessor, a partner, a father to any far-imagined children. I'd be complete, I am complete with him, but this never-ending game they play with us, how they torture him time and time again. Giving him the walkway to the next trivial hint, then pulling the rug out from under him. It kills me to watch him die a little each time, without his purpose being complete.

Standing in his living room absorbing him with my eyes for the last time I saw the tall, handsome, brilliant profiler I fell in love with all those years ago when I walked in and saw him with his glasses on. He was so intense, so dedicated, so committed and so good-looking. He wasted little time telling me we were flying to Oregon the next morning but all that was ancient history. I needed to get away from him and drown myself in my next job, in a new place, new people, and no Mulder. Listening to myself say that left me stunned. I was to be working and walking through life without this man. How and where do I even begin that.

Skinner said he would hold my resignation for two weeks although I told him not to. I would start sending my resumes to the hospitals around Virginia, Maryland, and D.C. I'd find a new apartment and start over with furniture that wasn't saturated with his cologne and memories of our nights together finishing up our case notes. All I need are my clothes and a forwarding address.

We stood in his apartment staring at each other. He is making this difficult. I love this man so much it is physically painful. It takes everything I have not to run to him, to lose all decorum and profess all he is to me.

"I need you on this, Scully."

"You don't need me. Mulder. You never have. I just held you back." I choked out those words trying to be direct with him and not letting my tears fall. "I gotta go." I turned to walk out of his apartment. Walking out and away from him for the last time I felt my eyes sting with tears. My eyes hurt from holding back my tears. I just needed to stay in control until I got in the elevator. I didn't hear him follow me out.

"You wanna tell yourself that so you can quit with a clear conscience, you can, but you're wrong." He said accusing me with that golden voice as he traced my steps towards the elevator.

I turned and looked at him, he was standing as always inside my personal space. Feeling his eyes boring through me I wanted to throw my arms around him and admit everything, screw it I had nothing to lose now. Instead, I froze, gazing at him knowing I should just walk away but I couldn't.

"Why did they assign me to you in the first place, Mulder? To debunk your work to rein you in, to shut you down."

"But you saved me. As difficult and as frustrating as it's been sometimes, your goddamned strict rationalism and science have saved me a thousand times over. You've kept me honest. You've made me a whole person. I owe you everything Scully, and you owe me nothing."

He surprised me with his words of honesty. His eyes looked into mine, and I could see we were thinking the same thing, we were no good apart. We wanted to fall into each other and not look back. Our eyes locked, mine filled with tears of longing, sadness, defeat, and desire.

"I don't know if I wanna do this alone, I don't even know if I can, and if I quit now, they win."

I couldn't control my bottom lip; it began quivering like a flower in the wind. I couldn't hide it and being this close to him I didn't care. I stepped forward into his arms. He held me so close, the Mulder scent filling my person, his heat lit the fuse. How do I walk away from him. I closed my eyes and let my tears fall onto his shirt. I pulled back and felt his kiss on my forehead. Our foreheads rested on each other's. I felt his hands gently cradling my face holding me. We looked at each other as we began to lean into each other, longing for the taste and touch of each other knowing it was mere seconds away. I wanted his lips on mine, I needed to feel his flesh against mine. His eyes were sending mine a sign, we engaged in devouring each other with our eyes but I knew we both wanted more than eye sex. Then it happened.

"Mulder." I whispered as our lips touched. It was a simple touch, a lip caress but I needed more. I pressed my lips against his harder than I intended. Our lips parted and our tongues tasted what we desired. Our kisses weren't short or quick, these were deep, passionate kisses, and their intensity quicky spun out of control. Our long-held yearning for one other began the sweet consummation we both needed to satiate. The hallway was to be the end of our journey, but it quickly became the beginning of our passage from colleagues to true partners.

I jumped into his arms wrapping my arms around his neck frantically running my fingers through his hair, my legs enclosed his waist. He grabbed me under my thighs, and we turned back to his apartment. We never broke our kiss; our collision instantly fused the two of us. I felt him kick the front door shut as he walked into his bedroom and lay us down in the bed. I pulled off his shirt, trailing my fingers down his chest and over his shoulders feeling the flesh I so long desired. I sat up and took off my jacket while he traced my throat and neck with his tongue sending shivers down my spine. Our fire was out of control as we began panting and tasting each other, lips exploring without hesitation. His salt, his smell, his skin, driving me mad. I could feel my own wetness as I readied for him. He continued to trail his tongue over me as he took off my shirt and bra, slowly, as if he would wrinkle them. My body ached in the places he was both discovering and had yet to discover.

"Mulder." I breathed that into his ear as he gently eased me down taking off my pants, hosiery, and underwear. Damn him I thought, his seduction is all I imagined. I need to feel him. I reach for his belt as his hands give my breasts feather soft touches, his tongue slightly grazes my nipples. I unbuttoned his jeans, and he shimmied out of them. I try to pull off his boxers feeling his hardness. He dances out of reach, and I feel him pull them off. He is over me. I feel his hands worship the curves of my hips, as he works back to me. I trace his lips with my fingers but for a burning second before he moves from me and uses his tongue to trace my center line from my throat to my core. His fingers brush my folds, and I can feel my body respond, my craving for him deep and powerful. I can't help but arch my back grabbing the sheets. He teases me, I feel his breath on my wetness. Then he grazes my core just briefly heightening my arousal. He touches me all over, gently kissing my hips, my stomach, my breasts. I lift myself up enough to run my hands over him. His skin is soft and beginning to dampen with sweat. I run my nails over his chest, nipples and down to his arousal. His rigidity swept against my leg and I wanted him inside me.

We are so far past the point of no return and for once in my life I feel free. This isn't an obligation or an expectation. This is me giving myself to the man I have come to love and trust like no other, ever. As soon as he is within reach, I place my palm under him and look him in the eyes, conveying to him what he means to me, and that time and distance will never change that. I parted my legs and grabbed his hips, leading him towards me. He places his lips over mine and enters me in a way I never imagined. All the time I have fantasized about him, his size, taste, abilities, there will be no fantasy tonight. The need for him engulfing. I locked my calves behind his legs feeling his passion as he thrusts into me. We slowly find our rhythm, devouring each other with dancing tongues and moans of desire being whetted.

He speaks my name in his low, sultry voice. It was a whisper, barely audible over our moaning. We lost ourselves in each other. Calling my name, telling me of the depths of his feelings for me as he kissed my neck and lips. Loving me as if I were some priceless, sought after treasure. We were putting the finishing touch on our relationship, it was erotic, carnal, and passionate.

"Mulder," I whispered into his ear giving it a nibble as I arched my back. I grabbed his hips and slowed him. "I'm close." With that I felt myself clinch him; my walls compressed around him releasing my climax. I gasped and grunted. "Oh my god, don't stop, don't move." Damn it I gave him conflicting demands, but he figured it out. I never wanted to lose this feeling, the completeness, the moment. He took my lower lip in his teeth nibbling it as I cried out his name in the throes of passion. I refused to let go of his hips but he began slowly thrusting back and forth slowly.

"Scully, I…." I felt his release, he shuddered and let out a deep exhale. His thrusts became shorter as he panted. "I'm… I want you; I need us, I need this." His panting subsided as he lay on top of me, sweating, breathing, whispering. I wasn't ready to let go of him yet. This feeling of utter contentment and satisfaction was tremendous.

After several minutes he moved to my side, his head on my shoulder, his arm over my chest. We lay there exhausted. We exchanged no words, no declarations, our physical union spoke everything, no words needed. I lifted my head and kissed his lips as he smiled. The light in the room was fading and so was I.

I awoke to the barest hint of sunlight. I was lying on my stomach stretched out. The bed felt luxurious underneath me and I could feel cool sheets over my hips. I felt him kissing my back, shoulders, and settling on my neck. I moaned my approval as I rolled over and kissed him. Last night was not a dream. I kissed his lips and chest. Seeing and then feeling his erection I knew how I wanted to start our day. I looked him in the eyes and straddled him as he placed his hands on my hips. I allowed myself to descend onto him as he began to run his hands over my breasts. Needing more of him I used my hands to rotate his thighs outwards so I could take more of him. I began riding him as I undulated my hips slowly not wanting to go too fast. As my climax was imminent, I slowed and leaned over him kissing his neck, whispering to him.

"Mulder, you are all I need and want, nothing more." I breathed in his ear.

He gripped my hips and thrust up into me bringing me to a crescendo. We let go together, and I wondered what could be better than what we had allowed ourselves and why we waited so long. Afterwards we laid facing each other. I ran my fingers through his chest hair and down his stomach feeling his muscles tighten but we were both spent.

I awoke for the second time to bright sunlight held back only by the blinds in the room. I suddenly snapped awake remembering where I was. I quickly flipped over and saw him sitting up in bed, glasses on, reading the paper with a cup of coffee in his hand.

"Good morning sleepyhead." He smiled at me and put the paper down.

"Mulder what time is it?"

"Eight thirty. I've already called Skinner and told him we weren't coming in."

"What, you told him WE weren't coming in?"

"That's right I made an executive decision this morning and I'm about to make another one." He leaned over and kissed me. "Stay right here, I'll get you some coffee."

"Mulder I'm naked."

"Mmm, yes, yes you are, and it looks better on you than any of my t-shirts which if you want one, I put one next to the lamp."

He stood up and left the room. I sat up and slid my fingers through my hair trying to decide what I wanted first, to talk to him or to pull him back down in bed. Our lovemaking was spontaneous, amazing and long overdue. Six years of denial uncorked. I watched him walk back into the bedroom. He was in a pair of boxers. I looked at him and noticed a mark on his neck and faint scratches on his chest.

"Mulder, please tell me I didn't leave those marks on you." The mark on his neck was definitely noticeable, he'd need a turtleneck for sure. I was embarrassed for making it so high up on his neck but not for giving it to him. It's not my fault for finally succumbing to him. He shouldn't have followed me out but oh I am so glad he did.

"Okay, I won't tell you."

He sat down on the bed and handed me the cup of coffee. He placed his hand on the side of my face and I gazed at those green eyes.

"Thank you for calling Skinner. I guess since I submitted my letter of resignation technically, I'm not taking the day off."

I took a sip of coffee and looked at him. I could feel the passion he filled me with just hours ago and I felt my body begin to ache. I had to look away. He took my hand, lifted it to his lips and kissed it.

"In case I didn't make it clear last night or this morning, I love you Scully and that's not the sex talking. I want you to know that. Everything I said, I meant, and I wanted to say more. I hope you received the message when I had no words."

Placing my coffee on the nightstand I cupped his face in my hand and looked at him. I lean in and place a soft, yet firm kiss on his mouth. "I like it when you communicate without words. You are very good at it, and I heard every word."

"Come on Scully, I'll make you breakfast."

He held out his hand and I took it. The sheet slipped away leaving me naked before him.

"Perfect, you look perfect Scully. You are so lovely, so beautiful." he said as he stepped forward, kissing my lips, leaving me breathless once again. I know I was blushing. I grabbed his t-shirt and put it on. Kissing him again I held his hand as we walked to the kitchen.

"Breakfast isn't going to be expired orange juice, burnt toast, and fatty bacon, is it?" I teased him.

"Better, oatmeal with blueberries doctor. Heart healthy right?" He smiled and winked at me. Don't worry Scully, it's all going to work out. I promise, together there's nothing we can't do. You know that right?"

"I know Mulder, but they've separated us, and I'm leaving the FBI."

"Why don't you look into teaching at Quantico again, you liked that didn't you?"

"Let's eat first, then we'll talk okay. I just need some time to go over my options, but your input is important to me." I said as I sat on one of the kitchen chairs watching him gather the needed breakfast items.

He walked over and placed his cool hands under my t-shirt, teasing me. I didn't stop him. His hand found the V between my hips and his fingers strummed me causing me to gasp and open my legs. His warm breath on my thighs was erotic but his mouth on me was ecstasy and what followed was nothing short of the best sexual experience I ever had that didn't include our intercourse last night and this morning. Breathless, I lifted my head from the back of the chair and took my hands out of his hair. He straightened up but stayed on his knees. He grasped my lower lip between his and kissed me senselessly.

"You'll always have my input Scully."

I rested my head on his and breathed out." My god Mulder you keep that up and breakfast will never happen."

"Funny you should say that. I am up and breakfast can wait." He took my hand, and tried to lead me to the bedroom but I wasn't going anywhere. I knew what I wanted. I slipped my leg between his letting his erection rest against me. I slid my hands down over the soft hairs on his chest to his groin. I kissed him down the same path. His moans and shallow breaths hit my ears telling me he was enjoying this. I felt his stomach muscles tighten as I traced the lines on the front of his hips that led to him. I took him in my hands and began the faintest of touches, working my hands around him, feeling his weight, his hardness.

"Scully, we're in the kitchen…. You can't….don't stop you're…."

His voice trailed off as I backed him against the counter before him touching and tasting him. His texture and form were sensual. He never forced me on to him, he let me pleasure him in ways I wanted to. By the end of my indulgence his head was back and he had a white-knuckled grip on the counter top. I kissed my way back to him, caressing his chest, running my hands over his hips and up his sides to his face and finally his lips.

"You know how I feel about God Scully, but I just prayed to your deity a lot, a lot, a lot, a lot. I had no idea how quickly and powerful my prays could be answered."

I laid my head against his chest listening to his heartbeat, strong, rhythmic, steady. It had to be beating in sync with mine.

"I think we should try for lunch." I said as I smiled at him. "Probably in a restaurant since the cooking at home thing was an epic failure."

We showered and went to grab lunch. I was now thankful my clothes were handled with such care they didn't wrinkle. Decisions were going to be made about work, and the FBI, but our choices about us had been made. We held hands as we walked out of his apartment locking it behind us. Oh yea, decision made.