From: Nicole Baker Date: 21 Jun 2004 10:13:43 -0700 Subject: xfc: Flowers (a sequel to STORM) Source: atxc Title: Flowers: a sequel to STORM Author: Agent Diana Fowley Email: agtdianafowley@yahoo.com Website: www.geocites.com\agtdianafowley Category: MSR, angst, Scully POV Rating: NC-17 for sex Spoilers: small ones, nothing important. Summary: The aftermath of the storm brings flowers. Disclaimer: Not mine, no money, don't sue. Thanks. FLOWERS Agent Diana Fowley Scully's Apartment Current Time I step out of the shower and wipe the fog off the mirror. I examine my face, my hair, my body. I always like the way my hair looks when I get out of the shower. My natural red is deeper and richer and the not-so-natural highlights stand out even more. I look closely at the arch of my eyebrows, no stray hairs. I examine the fine lines around my eyes and mouth. I focus on the small beauty mark under my nose. Finally I look at my lips. I have been told that they are one of my best features. I have to say I never really had an opinion of them before, but at this moment I can't tear my eyes from them. They're smiling, a full genuine, happy, I-love-my-life, smile. God I missed that. I have one person to thank for bringing it back to my face....Mulder XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX Two days ago Poplar Bluff Inn Poplar Bluff, MO I wake up with Mulder wrapped around me. I am on my stomach and Mulder's entire left side is on top of me. His arm is draped across my back, his leg is pinning my legs to the bed. His head is resting on my shoulder. I am completely trapped by his weight. "Mulder?" I say, hoping to wake him. I wonder momentarily why I am whispering if I really want him awake. He doesn't stir so I say his name again, louder. I feel him start to move above me. "Scully?" he questions once he is awake enough to see where he is and who he is on top of. I don't answer. I just wait. Finally his sleep induced haze lifts. He kisses my shoulder and rolls on to his back. I roll so I am facing him, watching him for a reaction, waiting to see of glimpse of how he feels about last night. I'm still not sure how I feel. He stretches and rubs his hand over his face. Then he rolls to face me. He scoots close so our heads are sharing a pillow and our faces are inches apart. It reminds me of last night when we talked about our relationship in hushed tones...before the storm pulled us out of bed and threw us right back in. I think I smile at him first. Thankfully he smiles back at me. "Good morning, sunshine," he says in the same hushed, secretive tones he used last night "Good morning," I reply. He lifts his hand and runs his fingers across my check, brushing my hair away from my face. He continues to stoke my cheek as we take the time in the quite morning hours just to look at each other. I feel like I am seeing him for the first time and like I've know him all my life. This naked man in bed next to me is Mulder, but he isn't. Mulder is my partner and my best friend. This man is the man that I had sex with last night. This man is my lover. This man has been inside of me and has felt my body quiver around him with my orgasm. This man pumped into me, filling me with his orgasm. He looks so much like Mulder it's hard to tell who I'm in bed with at this moment. Our silent stare is broken by the sound of the alarm. "Time to get up, Scully," he says, reaching behind him to smack the alarm into silence. "Hmmm," I say as I roll onto my back and stretch. "I guess we have a flight to catch this morning, don't we?" I turn my head to see Mulder's response and notice his lack of eye contact. My stretching has pulled the sheet down. My breasts are exposed. My first instinct is to pull the sheet back into place, but I stop myself. This man, my lover, is allowed to see me like this. This man wants to see me like this. Mulder reaches over and places his hand above my left breast, above my heart. Then he runs a single finger down my sternum, between my breasts until he reaches the edge of the sheet. He runs his finger along the sheet and off my body, back to his side of the bed. I meet his eyes and see the uncertainty that I knew is mirrored in my own. "Mulder," I say, automatically pulling the sheet to cover me again. "It's okay." "Are we okay, Scully?" he asks, concern evident in all of his features. "Yeah," I say with smile. He smiles back. Then he grabs the sheet and pulls it back off my breasts. I laugh. Then he kisses me. It is a soft, tentative kiss. It is sweet and gentle. "We have a plane to catch," he says. He gives me another quick kiss and then rolls out of bed and heads to the bathroom, naked as the day he was born. What have we gotten ourselves into? I think and pull the blanket over my head. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Scully's Apartment Current Time I pick up my blow dryer and big round brush and then I stop. Do I really want to straighten my hair tonight? My perfectly in place hair is so much part of my Agent Scully persona that I very very rarely do anything else with it. Much has changed recently; maybe the hair is ready for something new as well. Should I put it up? Pull it back? No. Tonight I think I will just let it dry on its own. I'll let my natural wave take over. I'll leave Agent Scully behind for tonight. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Two days ago Poplar Bluff Inn Poplar Bluff, MO When I finish with my shower I find Mulder sitting on the bed watching TV. I step out of the bathroom he immediately turns it off and grants me his full attention. I am again just wrapped in the small hotel towel. I did it on purpose this time. I want to see he reaction. I pause on the trek to my suitcase and take a minute to appreciate him. He's only in his gray boxers briefs. I know my attraction to him reaches far beyond strictly the physical. He is brilliant and caring and dangerous, but seeing him like this makes my pulse rate increase. I would like to think that I am having a similar effect on him. I get my answer when I walk in front of him to get to my suitcase. As I pass I feel his hand on the back of my knee. I stop, mid-step and he runs his hand up the back of my thigh. I manage to suppress a moan but not a shiver. "Mulder..." I begin, not knowing what I'm going to say. His hand is on its way back down to my knee, this time only his fingertips are touching my leg. "Scully?" he asks in response, waiting for me to finish my thought. His hand heads up the other leg. I am practically shaking with the anticipation of his touch. I began to loose my balance and grab Mulder's shoulder with my hand. Mulder immediately put his hands around my waist under my towel to steady me. He turns me so I am facing him. My hand is still on his shoulder for support. I look down at him. He is staring straight ahead, either concentrating on the towel that is in front of him or avoiding eye contact with me. He drops his hands from my waist. They both immediately land on the back of my thighs. He starts at my knees and runs his hands up my thighs until they are on my ass. He gives it a squeeze and I think my heart stops. I try to control my breathing and look down at him. He looks up at me, waiting to see my reaction. I smile down at him, "Mulder, don't we have a plane to catch?" "We do," he says, his hands moving up further to rest on my lower back. He pulls me forward and places a kiss on my stomach. "But, does it really matter if we miss it?" I place a hand on his head and he pulls me against him. His head rests against my chest. I run my fingers through his hair as I consider his question. Missing the plane is no big deal, the reason behind our tardiness is. Can we really do this again? Just hop into bed together without any thought or discussion of the repercussions of our actions? God I want to. I don't think I had ever wanted anything more in my life. I know that all I have to do was take a step back and pull off my towel. Mulder will grab me and pull me down on the bed on top of him. We will make passionate love just like we did the night before. I will moan his name as he pushes inside of me. He will tell me I am beautiful as he thrusts inside me over and over again. He will yell my name as he comes inside of me. He will roll off of me and we will lay there side by side waiting for our breathing to regulate and the sweat to cool on our bodies. We will hop back in the shower and clean up, maybe together, and then dress and head for the airport. Would there be discussion of this? Of us? Do we really need to discuss it? Do I need to hear him say the words? I know he loves me. I know that we could easily just keep falling into bed together over and over again without a word between us. I don't think I could do that, not with him. "Mulder," I begin, ready to put a stop to this. We need to get on the plane and head back to DC. I need him, but I need to know that this will not come between us. I need to know where this is going. I need the grounding of my apartment and my home town. In this hotel room it is far too easy to forget the outside world and who we really are. "Its okay, Scully," he says and pulls back away from me. I hope he understands. I look deep in his eyes and search for understanding. What I see looked a lot like sadness. "Hey...." I say as I place a hand on either side of his head, tilting his head back so I can look in his eyes. "Stopping this may have been the hardest thing I have every done. I just.....It's just...I think we need to do this, finish this, see were this heads once we get back to DC." He nods and smiles. I lean forward and kiss his smile. He responds immediately. Soon he is pushing his tongue deeply into my mouth. I suck on his tongue and he moans into my mouth. I wrap my arms around his neck. His hands go back to my hips, this time over the towel, and he pulls me to him. I place a knee on either side of his legs and straddle his boxer clad lap. Why did I try to stop this? Am I crazy? I push on his shoulders trying to get him down on the bed. He starts to lean back and just as quickly rights himself. "Scully!" he says, gasping for air. "We need to stop.....Oh God!" he says as I suck his ear lobe into my mouth. "You're right." That gets my attention. "Scully," he tries again. "I want to do this right. I want us to get on the plane, head back to DC and then, tomorrow night, I want to take you out." I stop my assult on his ear, lean back and look at him in amazement, "Are you asking me out on a date, Mulder? Flower? Dinner? Dancing?" A goofy smile spreads across his face. "Yeah, Scully," he says. "You deserve better than a crazy storm induced roll in the hay. Did you know I can be romantic, Scully? You deserve romance. You deserve a real date. You deserve flowers. You deserve to be courted." When I open my mouth to protest he covers my lips with his fingers. "I know you don't need romance, Scully, but I want to give it to you. I want to make this perfect for you, for us. Just wait until tomorrow night, I'm gonna turn on the charm." I laugh and move off of his lap. He's crazy. Romance? Right. That isn't us. The sex in the storm is us. I was ready to protest again when he grabs my hand. "Scully, will you go to dinner with me tomorrow night? I will pick you up at 7." I stare at him. He looks so sincere and so excited. He looks nervous waiting for my answer. I lean toward him again. "Yes," is all I say. Then I place a gentle kiss on his lips. He is smiling when I step back from him again. I turn to my suitcase to retrieve my clothes. Once I find them I look at the mirror in front of me and see Mulder watching intently. I smile at him and then drop my towel. He groans and falls back on the bed. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Scully's Apartment Current Time I spend an appropriate amount of time on my make up and make sure my hair is drying in nice waves. Then I head to my closet to pick out something to wear. When I open the closet I am faced with suit after suit after suit, mostly in shades of black and grey. How depressing, I think to myself. I need infuse more color into my wardrobe. I push the suits aside and head to the seldom worn dresses I know are in the back. I pull them all off the rack and toss them on my bed in a pile. I hold them up one at a time. Green velvet? Really? Why do I still have this? This one? It's a bridesmaid's dress. It's lavender with bows. Maybe this one....short and black? It's my multipurpose little black dress. I slip it on over my head and look into the mirror. This is not right. The collar is too high, the hem is too low. The cut is just a bit to large on my small frame. This is a dress that agent Scully could wear to an FBI function. This is not a dress for my first date with Mulder. I continue to flip through my dresses. Floral sundress....too casual. Red formal....too fancy. Then I find it. A dress I saw on sale and picked up, the tags are even still on it. I step into it. I know as soon as I zip it up I know that I've found a winner. The dress is strapless and black. The bodice is very tight. It makes my breasts look like they could fall out at any minute. The waste is high but not quite an empire waste. The heavy fabric clings to me in all the right places. There is a small, delicate ruffle on the bottom hem, which hits just below my knees. I dig through my closet and pull out a baby blue silk wrap and a pair of black sillettos. Perfect. I can't wait to see Mulder's expression when he sees me in this. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX Two days ago Poplar Bluff Inn Poplar Bluff, MO After my little show for Mulder I slip on my underwear and bra and turn back to the bed. There I find Mulder still spread eagle, sporting a very nice sized tent in his Calvin Klein's. I stifle a laugh turn back to my suitcase. I grab a pair of jeans and a white man's style tank top and pull them on. I head back to the bathroom and dry my hair and apply my make up. When I return I find Mulder is in much the same predicament he was last time I looked. "Mulder....you gonna get dressed?" I ask. "Not gonna happen like this, Scully," he says, a pained tone in his voice. "You're the one who stopped it, Mulder," I say, sitting on the bed next to him. He rolls so he is facing me. "Don't remind me, Scully. At this moment I think that may have been the biggest mistake of my life. Besides you little show did very very little to help." I ruffle his hair and he smiles at me. I smile back. I love how he looks when he smiles. All I can think about was how beautiful he is and how happy I am. I am happy. I am really happy. I am unsure of what was going to happen between us. I am unsure if things really will work out between us. I love him. I have loved him for a long time. I am in love with him. But can things really work out between Mulder and I? It seemed a bit too much like a television drama to me. Do things like this happen in real life? Two FBI partners with little in common forced to work together, forced to learn to trust each other. Eventually they become friends. They flirt. There is some apparent unresolved sexual tension. Then a situation occurs that forces them together and the sexual tension get resolved. They start living happily ever after but the ratings decline and the show gets canceled. I have jumped head first into relationships in the past. I have allowed myself not to think of the consequences of my actions. I have followed my heart and left my head to figure things out later. Most of the time 'later' was when things didn't work out. When I realized that the relationship was based on nothing more than physical attraction, that he was really never going to leave his wife, that he was not the man I thought he was. I wanted to think this one through. I never want to consider anything that happens between Mulder and I to be a mistake. "Scully?" Mulder says, bringing me out of my revere. "You're not helping." I realize that while I have been lost in thought I have been running my hands through his hair. "Sorry," I say and pull my hand away. "Hey," he says, grabbing my hand. "Don't be sorry. I want you to touch me, but that's not going to make my getting dressed any easier. I don't wear my jeans loose, Scully." I laugh, "I've noticed, Mulder, and believe me, I appreciate it." "Agent Scully!" he says in mock surprise. "Are you coming on to me?" In retaliation I give him a push and he falls back on the bed laughing. I try to stand but he grabs me and pulls me down on top of him. We are both laughing. Then I shift in an attempt to get up. In the process my legs fall on either side of his hips. I put my hands next to his head and try to push myself up. I end up with my crotch in direct contact with his erection. We both moan. The sensation almost causes my arms to collapse. I can feel my nipples hardening against my bra and thin white tank top. I regain control and try again to push myself off of Mulder. This time he grabs my hips and pushes himself into me. I arch my back to increase the contact. "Mulder....." I begin but stop short when his hands run up my hips and begin to caress my breasts. "Scully....God, please don't stop." "Mulder, this feels so good," I moan. We grind against each other. Mulder works his hands under my shirt and pinches my nipples through my bra. His touch snaps me back to reality. We had decided to wait. I want us to have time to consider this. I want us to get back to reality and see if things still seem this perfect in the light of day, so to speak. Then the devil in me speaks up. We decided to wait on intercourse, but we can have a little fun. I remove Mulder's hands from my shirt and lay them on his chest and pin them with mine. "Scully....I'm sorry..." he begins and I silences him with a kiss. I finally pull myself off of him. I look up at his face and see that his eyes are closed and he is trying to regulate his breathing. He opens one eye when I settle myself between his legs. "Scully?" he questions and I put my finger to my lips to quite him. I rise up on my knees and run my fingernails down his chest and hook my fingers under the waistband of his boxer briefs. I slowly slide them down his hips. "Lift up," I instruct and he does without comment. I slide them down his legs and move off the bed to pull them off his feet. Then I climb back between his legs. "Scully, you don't have to," he says in a weak protest. "I know," I say and place a kiss on his stomach just below his belly button. I run a line of kisses down to his cock. I take it in my hand and place a kiss on the tip. Then I run my tongue along the ridge on the underside of the head. "Scully!" he groans as he tangles his hands in the sheets. "Mmmmm," I say as I lick the drop of precum that has appeared at the tip of his penis. I smile as I think about how much fun I am about to have. Little does Mulder know, this is one of my very favorite activities. Little does Mulder know, I have had multiple fantasies about doing this to him. I wrap my mouth around the tip and suck. His hips jerk and he apologizes. I simply place a hand on either hip to hold him still. I slide my mouth down his cock. I pull back again and then slide down once more. This time I open up my throat let him slide in until my nose is buried in the well-trimmed curls at the base of his manhood. I hold onto his hips and swallow. He screams my name as my throat contracts around him. I allow him to slip back out of my throat and then slide back down. "Oh god, oh god, Scully," he chants. I bob up and down a few more times, letting him completely leave the warmth of my mouth and swirling my tongue around his tip before taking all the way back in. I feel his body tense and I know he is close. I let my nails run across his toned abs and feel his muscle contract under my touch. I run my nails down to his balls and lightly scratch them. "Scully! I'm close. Scully!" he says in correct blow job etiquette . I keep going. A few more pumps and he growls as he cums into my mouth. I swallow every drop and lick him clean. "Scully, Scully, Scully," he says as he returns to reality. "Come here," he says with a wave of his hand. I crawl up his body. He grabs the back of my head and pulls me into a passionate kiss. I pull back and he takes his finger and wipes a smear of lipstick from the edge of my mouth. I smile at him. He smiles back. "Thank you," he says. "No need to thank me," I say. "That is definitely an activity I very much enjoy....especially with you." "You're going to kill me," he groans. I laugh and pull myself off of him. I head over to the end of the bed, grab is underwear and toss it at him, hitting him in the face. "Get dressed; we have a plane to catch." After a few minutes he pulls himself together, gets dressed, and helps me on with my jacket. Soon we are in a the car and on the way to St. Louis to catch our plane. As we drive away I can't help but give one last longing glance at our room as we pull out of the parking lot. I say a little prayer that what happened here the last few days will transfer back to DC and back to our normal lives. "It will be fine, Scully," Mulder assures as he gives my hand a squeeze. "Are we still on for tomorrow night?" he asks. I squeeze his hand back and say, "I can't wait." XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX Scully's Apartment 7pm Mulder knocks on my door promptly as 7pm. Romance seems to be the theme tonight I decide as I open the door and see a huge bouquet of lilies. How did he know that those are my favorite? "Thank you. Lilies are my favorite," I say as I take the flowers from him. "Come in," I instruct as I walk to the kitchen to put them in water. "I know," he says with a smile. I am reaching above my refrigerator for a vase when I feel his hands encircle my waist. I nearly drop it when I feel him touching me. "You look beautiful," he says as he places a kiss on my bare shoulder. "You look great too," I say. He does look amazing. I set the vase down and lean against the counter to admire him. He's wearing a dark suit with a snow white shirt and deep burgundy color neck tie. He lifts his hand and touches my hair. "I love your hair like this." "I know," I say. "That's why I wore it like this." He moves closer to me and bends down and kisses me gently on the lips. "You ready?" he asks as he steps back from me. "So, where are we going Mulder? What is this big romantic evening you have planned?" "Don't you trust me, Scully?" I laugh and swat his shoulder. "I just want to know what I'm in for." "Well, let's go and you'll soon find out." He reaches his hand toward me and I readily accepted it. He pulled me toward the door and we are off on our first date. The restaurant he picked is perfect. We have a small private table. He picks a wonderful wine. Dinner is delicious. We make small talk throughout the meal. It is so nice to be here with him, on a date. I decide that this is the perfect time to get things out in the open about what's going on between us. Mulder has other ideas. As I open my mouth to speak he stands and once again extends his hand to me. "Dance with me?" I smile, reach for his hand, and let him pull me to my feet. He holds my hand all the way to the dance floor. Once we are in the middle of the other couples he pulls me to him and wraps his arm around my waist. I notice that his hand is low on my back, much lower than he would have let it slide if the events of the last two days had not occurred. I smile at this. So many things have changed in the last few days. As Mulder and I sway to the music he adjusts our hands so our fingers are intertwined and resting against his chest. He pulls me closer to him and I rest my cheek against his chest, dropping a kiss on his hand. "Are you enjoying yourself, Scully," he asks, not humor in his voice. He really wants to know. I lift my head to look him in the eyes. "I would like to tell you that this is the best date I have ever been one, but the nights not over yet. Can I let you know tomorrow?" "Depends," he says with a smile. "Are you going to roll over and tell me or do I have to wait for your phone call in the morning?" I laugh. "I'll guess we'll have to see just how smooth you can be." He considers this for a moment. Then he says, "Didn't have to be too smooth the other night." "No, but apparently it has to be raining. Did you see the weather report for this evening, Mulder? No storms in the forcast." "So I have to wait until it rains again before we give this another shot?" he says as he begins to run his hands up and down my back. Before I can answer the band announces that they are taking a break. I step away from him and head back to the table, thankful for the reprieve. Mulder catches our waitress as he joins me at the table and requests the check. We silently sip the rest of our wine as we wait. After a few minutes Mulder finally speaks, "I want to apologize for making you uncomfortable with what I said out on the dance floor but I feel like all I have done the last few days is apologize for things that I think we both want." "Mulder...." I begin. "Scully, why can't we give this a shot? Why can't we both just let go and let this happen? I know you want this as much as I do." Before I can respond the waitress comes back with the check. Mulder hands her a credit card and she hurries off again. "I do want this Mulder, but I just have my fears and my doubts. Don't you think the idea of you and I together in a way other than FBI partners seems rather odd? You're my best friend, Mulder. While I'm very happy about what has happened between us so far I don't want to put all of my hopes on our future together. You know me better than anyone. You know I am too practical and down to earth to believe in the fairytale." The waitress appears again. Mulder quickly signs the slip and stands. He pulls out my chair from me and we head to the door. After a few steps his hand is on my back leading me to the car. Once inside Mulder doesn't start the car. We just sit there. "I'm sorry, Mulder. I didn't mean to hurt you," I say as I grab his hand from the steering wheel. He turns and looks at me. "Maybe you're right, Scully. Maybe this won't work. Maybe you and I aren't meant to be together, but I really want to give it a shot. We'll never know unless we try." "I know," I say. When I don't say anything further he starts the car and heads toward my apartment. About five minutes into the trip I notice a few drops on the windshield of the car. In a few more blocks, Mulder has to turn the windshield wipers on. When he stops at a red light he looks at me and smiles. I can't help but smile back at him. We resume our travel and within another mile or two the sky fills with thunder and lightning. I jump at the thunder and then start to laugh. Mulder joins me in my amusement. "It's storming," he says after our laughter subsides. I just look at him and smile. Then I take one of his hands off the steering wheel and intertwine our fingers. I rest them both on my leg. We are silent the rest of the trip to my apartment. When we arrive I reluctantly remove my hand from Mulder's and grab the door handle. Mulder watches my every move. I let go of the handle and lean toward him. I place a gentle kiss on his lips. "Goodnight, Mulder. Thank you for dinner and dancing and the flowers. Thank you for everything," I say. He gives me a nod. I open the door and step into the rain. As soon as the cold water touches my skin I am hit with a wave of sensation. The sensation of Mulder and I together in the hotel room just two nights ago. I can feel his damp skin pressed against mine. I can taste him on my lips. I can't fight this any longer. I want him. I need him. I turn back to the car and see Mulder stepping out of the driver's door. He lets the rain wash over him before turning to me. "Scully....." he begins. "Come inside, Mulder," I say. "I think there's a big storm coming our way." Without a word he follows me into my building and up to my apartment. Once inside, Mulder crushes himself against me and I end up pressed against the arm of my sofa. Mulder's lips find mine and his tongue immediately pushes inside my mouth. I moan and allow his exploration. Mulder's hands run roughly up and down my back, from the back of my thighs to the base of my skull. They stop on their journey to squeeze my ass and pull me close to him. After an eternity I break the kiss. Gasping for air I say, "Let's get you out of these wet clothes." "Be my guest," he says. I push his jacket off his shoulders. It lands on the floor behind him with a wet plop. Next I pull off his tie and unbutton is dress shirt. It follows the jacket to the ground. Mulder's hands find the back of my legs and he spreads them apart and steps between them. My hands make quick work of his belt and the button and zipper of his pants. I push his boxers down along with his pants. He releases me and stands naked before me. His erection bobs between us. I take him in my hand and he groans. We shift and Mulder ends up sitting on the couch. He pulls me with him and I am straddling his lap. We kiss again as Mulder runs his hands under my skirt. He quickly finds that I decided to go without underwear tonight. I little surprise for Mulder if the night happened to end in this manner. He moans deeply in his throat and pushes a finger inside my hot wet core. I growl at the sudden intrusion and let my head fall back, away from him. "I'm gonna make sure tonight is the best date of your life," he growls, his thumb flicking against my clit as he pumps two fingers in and out of me. He brings me close to the edge faster than any man ever has before. I push the hem of my dress farther up my legs and spread them wider. This moves me closer to Mulder and I can feel his hard cock against my thigh. I moan and rub my leg against him. Seconds before I fall over the edge I grab Mulder's hand and pull him out of me. "Scully!" he protests. "Together....Mulder, I want us to do this together," I say. I push my hand inside his boxers and pull him out. I look into his eyes and I impale myself on him. "Scully!" he screams in pleasure never taking his eyes from mine. After a few minutes of adjustment, I slide back up and then lower myself onto him again. We both moan. I continue this lazy pace. We continue looking deeply into each other eyes. Mulder brings his hands to my breasts. He covers them over the dress and kneads them in his hands. Finally he reaches behind me and unzips the dress allowing it to fall away from my body. He leans forward and places a kiss on each nipple. Then he draws one into his mouth as he pinches the other and rolls my nipple between his fingers. I speed up my movements. Soon, Mulder can't sit still and he starts pumping into me. His hands hold my hips steady as he takes control of the pace. It only takes three or four hard thrusts before I fall over the edge. I scream Mulder's name as the contractions began. As soon as they start Mulder reaches between us and applies steady pressure to my clit. Instead of fading the waves of pleasure become stronger and stronger. I have never felt anything like it before. My orgasm draws Mulder over the edge as he empties himself inside of me. I collapse on top of him, my dress bunched around my waist. "So," Mulder says as his breath begins to steady. "How did that rate?" "I though I had until the morning to answer that question," I say as I trace lazy patterns on his chest. "You're not getting out of this one, Scully. I'm gonna be waiting right here for your final verdict." "Did I invite you to stay the night?" I joke pulling myself off of him. "Scully," he whines. "It's raining outside!" I hold out my hand and help him to his feet. I let the dress fall and step out of it along with the shoes I am still wearing. I pull Mulder behind me and proceed into my bedroom. I push Mulder down on the bed and head to the window. I push it open a few inches to we can let the sounds of the storm lull us to sleep. I crawl back into bed and curl my naked body around Mulder's. He wraps his arm around me and places a kiss on the crown of my head. "This is right, Scully." "I know," I say. "But you're still worried. You're still not sure." I look up at him, "Yes, Mulder, I am still worried and I'm not at all sure, but I also know that I've never been happier in my life. I'm happy because I'm with you. I just know that happiness can fade and I don't ever want anything between us to fade." I watch for understanding or acceptance to cross his features. I don't think I ever really see either. He does nod, though. That has to mean something. I kiss him and settle back against his chest. The thunder is becoming more distant and the rain is letting up some. A cold breeze comes through the window. I shiver and Mulder pulls me closer. Soon his breathing becomes slow and shallow and I know he is asleep. I get up and walk into the kitchen for a glass of water. While I am in there see the vase of flowers sitting next to the sink. I notice that Mulder included a card. I pick up the envelope and read, "April showers bring May flowers. Love M." I smile. I take the vase and carry it with me back to the bed room. I sit it on my night stand and let the smell of the lilies mix with the smell of the storm. It seems like a perfect combination. "Where'd you go?" Mulder asks, his voice thick with sleep, as I snuggle next to him. "Water," I say pointing to the night stand at my glass in explanation. He reaches across me and takes a drink. As he sets the glass down he notices the flowers and runs his finger down one of the petals. He kisses me and then he lies back down. I settle against him. This time I fall asleep first, content to wait and see exactly what 'May flowers' might lead to. The End Author's notes: More angst. A happy ending just seem out of character. In their own way I think they are happy. I have had a blast writing this story. I may continue it. Send feedback it will sway my decision one way or the other. A good friend will come bail you out of jail; but, a true friend will be sitting next to you saying, "Damn..we messed up." Justice - When you get what you deserve Mercy - When you don't get what you deserve Grace - When you get what you don't deserve