From: Lisa Jaynes <thereddiva80@gmail.com>
Date: Mon, 22 Nov 2010 12:57:14 -0500
Subject: "Indigo Night" by Scullystar
Source: direct

By: Scullystar
Rated: R for language, sexual situations
Spoilers: Orison, Irresistible
Summary: In the aftermath of the Orison events Scully stays with
Mulder for some recovery time. What might have happened directly
following the end of the episode.
Author's notes: As I was re-watching favorite episodes of mine it
struck me odd that I never thought to write anything after Orison
aired. It seems like it was only yesterday. I would love to know what
happened in the days directly following the episode since it seemed to
me that they would be spending their time together after leaving her
apartment.
Disclaimer: Don't own them, didn't make any money from this, don't sue me.

"Indigo Night"

I had helped Scully pack her overnight bag. I had watched her from my
place by her shower as I gathered her shampoo and washcloth. We would
be heading back to my apartment as soon as she was ready to go. It
went without saying. I did offer to take her to her mother's out of
respect but she had merely looked at me and said "Mulder..."
We both knew there was no better place for her, or at least no other
place she wanted to go.
She came into the doorway and stood silently for a moment. "I'm ready, Muld
er."
"Let's get out of here," I said and grabbed the bag of Scully
toiletries and followed her out of her apartment.
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She had lugged her overstuffed travel bag from her apartment down to
my car herself and then lugged it into my apartment building. She had
been silent most of the way to my place except to quietly thank me for
helping her pack.
I had only nodded. Scully didn't need to thank me for anything, least
of all helping her get the hell out of her apartment where Donnie
Pfaster had attacked her.
Years had gone by since we had him put away. Scully had asked the
judge for a life sentence and Donnie's life was spared because of her.
Scully had been the one that got away and Pfaster had gone after her
the first chance he got.
As he sat in his cell his thoughts had probably been consumed by her.
The need to kill and disfigure for sexual pleasure was something I
could never wrap my brain around.
If Scully hadn't killed him I would have. The sick bastard had it
coming. It had taken all my will power not to shoot him on sight and
when I saw my partner emerge from her room, nose bloodied, the ties
that had bound her hands and feet hanging off her and the gag he had
put in her mouth loose and draped across her chest, the urge to shoot
the fucker in the head had never been stronger.
But she had done it herself. Rightfully so. If anyone deserved to end
the life of that waste of air it was Scully.
I opened my apartment door for her. Good old number 42. She walked
past me and I could see the events of the day weighing on her
shoulders now.
She dropped her bag by the door and made a b-line for the bathroom. I
heard the sounds of her vomiting and then the water running in the
sink. The door clicked open and I stepped into the kitchen so she
wouldn't think I had been hovering.
I busied myself with making coffee and she came up beside me and
watched me as I hit buttons to start the machine.
"Can I get you something, Scully? Coffee? Something to eat?"
She smiled a little and looked down at her feet. "Thank you, Mulder.
My stomach is rolling right now. Water will be fine."
She walked into the living room and I got her a glass of cold water
from the tap. I stopped the coffee maker and went in to give her water
then grabbed her overnight bag and moved it into my bedroom.
Just inside the doorway I paused and took a breath. It wasn't
completely unselfish of me to take her so willingly into my apartment
and allow her to sleep in my bed. I wanted desperately to be the one
she went to when it was time for her to deal with what Pfaster had
done to her. I wanted to be the one she trusted with the anger and the
tears if there were any. Scully was strong and while I had seen her
cry before, something told me she was determined not to shed a tear
because of that man.
I wanted her to talk to me but I knew after years of working with her
that Agent Scully would open up when she felt it was the right time
and not a minute sooner.
Scully startled me when she came up behind me and touched my arm.
"Is it time for bed?"
She nodded and walked past me into the dimly lit room. I figured she
had packed night clothes but I pulled a soft old tee from my dresser
and held it out to her. Scully took it without a word and turned away
from me to change. I was surprised when she pulled her sweater off
over her head and started unbuttoning her jeans without asking me to
leave the room. Always the gentleman, I turned away from her but not
before catching a glimpse of her lacy navy blue bra against soft pale
skin.
I heard her slide under the sheets and turned to look at her. She was
tiny in my queen size bed with the blankets pulled up under her chin.
I had a strange urge to tuck her in. She looked like she might not
object.
"I'll let you sleep, Scully. I'll be right in the next room if you
need anything."
"Goodnight, Mulder," she said.
I closed the door behind me as I left.
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Watching late night TV isn't as exciting as you might think when you
have your partner sleeping in the room next door and you're worried
sick about her. I was glad she was sleeping though. It was better than
her sitting up getting lost in her own head.
On what had to have been my fifth or sixth episode of Mork and Mindy
re-runs I had had enough and went to check on Scully. Opening the door
as quietly as I could, I stepped in and peered into the dark room. The
blinds were open a crack and I could see her sleeping by the yellow
light of the street lamps. She seemed peaceful enough at first glance
but as I stepped closer to her I could see her brow was furrowed and
her hands were balled into fists around the blankets. I sat down on
the edge of the bed and stroked her hair. I didn't want to wake her
but I thought maybe if she sensed that I was there she might calm down
and stop having whatever nightmare was plaguing her this night.
Scully took in a deep breath and sighed. Her face relaxed and her grip
on the blankets loosened. She rolled over onto her side facing me and
I kept stroking her hair, along her hair line and her cheek until she
seemed to be sleeping peacefully. I stood up and went to grab a pair
of sweats from my dresser before heading into the living room to try
to get some sleep myself.
I must have been exhausted because I don't recall falling asleep that
fast in quite some time.
I dreamed of Scully.
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The next morning came too soon for me until I smelled coffee brewing
and the smell of something that could only be bacon cooking on the
stove. I seemed to recall going food shopping several days earlier
with the intention of asking Scully over for breakfast before we got
called in on the Pfaster case. Don't ask me what made me think of
asking her over for breakfast. The only times we ever eat at the
other's  place is when we're working on a case and one of us picks up
pizza or chinese on the way over. Now Scully was cooking breakfast for
us with the food I had intended to cook for her.
Leaning in the doorway I watched her as she stretched over the stove
reaching for the pepper and salt shakers. I admired her for a moment,
I admit. Scully looks great in her sharp tailored suits but she looked
beautiful in my sleep shirt standing in my kitchen with bare feet and
bed-head.
I came up beside her and peppered the eggs for her. She looked up at
me and grinned.
"You know, Scully...this smells great and I can't wait to eat but I
can't help but feel a little bad about you making us breakfast in my
apartment."
"I don't mind, Mulder."
"Especially," I continued, "since the only reason I even have eggs an
d
bacon is because I was planning on asking you over so I could cook for
you one morning before we got called to this case."
Scully turned toward me, spatula in hand, and leaned into me pressing
her forehead into my chest. My arms went around her and we stood like
that for a minute.
"I hope you'll still ask me over for breakfast some time, Mulder," she
said before turning back to scrambling eggs in the frying pan.
Of course I would.
Soon after, we were sitting in the living room drinking coffee and
eating the meal that Scully had made for us. I know scrambled eggs and
bacon is one of the easiest things to make but something about this
meal was different. Even the toast melted in my mouth.
As I savored my last bit of bacon I caught Scully's eye and grinned at
her. "I might not be able to top this when I ask you over for
breakfast. This was really great."
"Thanks, Mulder."
Scully rose to clear our plates but I stopped her and pulled her down
next to me on the couch.
"I can get that. You cooked, I clean. Deal?"
"Deal."
Busying myself cleaning dishes and stacking them neatly to dry, I left
Scully to relax in the living room.
I came back a few minutes later and she was curled up on the couch
under my Navaho blanket watching a program on the History Channel
about UFOs.
"Really, Scully?" I couldn't help teasing her a little
"Shut up, Mulder. It was the first thing that looked remotely interesting
."
I smiled and sat down beside her. This easy going side of Scully was
nice but I feared it was just a way to hide from what she was actually
going through. My thoughts were interrupted by my partner of almost
seven years stretching her bare legs across my lap and  throwing the
blanket across us both.
My hands went right to her knees and they rested there unmoving while
we watched the program on UFOs.
Scully shifted and the movement caused my hands to slide up onto her
thighs. I swallowed and felt a bit like a heel but she didn't seem to
care and didn't even look at me for the remainder of the show.
Scully slid into a sitting position and stretched her arms out over
her head. "I'm going to take a shower, Mulder," she said, getting up
and heading into the bedroom.
I heard the bathroom door close and the water running. I decided to
head into the bedroom and pick out the clothes I would be wearing that
day.
My thoughts turned to my dreams from the night before. I had dreamed
of Scully. I had dreamed that instead of sleeping on the couch in the
next room, I was with her in my bed and we were curled up and she was
talking to me. I can't remember what she was saying but we were
smiling and I could feel satin against my skin from the nightshirt she
was wearing and the tickle of her hair as it fell across my shoulder
when she leaned up and kissed my jaw. I remember the feel of her skin
under my hands and the way she sighed and whispered to me. I wish I
could remember what she had been saying, but then again it was only a
dream.
The real agent Dana Scully was currently showering in my bathroom and
I was a little excited at the idea when it hit me full force. My
curiosity got the better of me and I padded quietly over to the
bathroom door. I tilted my head, listening to the water falling
against the tub and tiles on the other side of the wood. I heard her
sobbing. It took everything I had not to open the door and go to her
but that would have been a bad idea on so many levels.
Instead I went back into the kitchen and poured myself a cup of cold
coffee and stood by the sink drinking it until I heard her come out
into the living room looking for me.
"Mulder?"
I put my coffee in the sink and went to find her. She had changed into
black comfortable looking slacks and a pretty deep purple sweater. He
hair was damp and her face fresh and free of any make-up. I noticed
the freckles dotting the bridge of her nose.
"Scully. I was going to make some more coffee. How was your shower?"
"Fine, Mulder, thank you." She looked uncomfortable. She looked like
she wanted to be anywhere but with me in my apartment. I could sense
her emotions, feel her tension.
"Hey...Scully," I said stepping toward her and taking her hand. "I
know everything probably isn't the way you want it right now. I can't
imagine being here is much better than being at your place. I will
take you anywhere you want to go. I can take you to your mother's, I
can take you to a hotel if you'd rather. A nice one, Scully. I'll call
around until I find one that leaves mints on the pillows if that's
what you want. I just want you to feel safe."
Scully sniffled and I saw tears fall down her face. "Mulder, I want to
be here. I do feel safe and I'm trying to be OK. I appreciate you
letting me stay with you. I don't want to burden you with this,
Mulder. I am alive and I am unharmed and that bastard is dead. I
killed him, Mulder. I took my gun and I shot him in my living room..."
Scully leaned into me and cried. I held her and smoothed the hair away
from her face and rubbed her shoulders and back and didn't say a word.
Eventually her tears stopped but she didn't look at me and she didn't
loosen her arms around my waist.
We stood like that for a long while before she pulled back and met my
eyes with hers.
I kissed her forehead and the tip of her nose and she smiled at me and
tilted her head up so I could press my lips to hers.
We stepped away from each other but she held my hand as we sat down on
the couch.
The day was spent watching TV, eating chinese take-out and holding
each other when darkness took hold and she felt like crying again.
I had never seen my partner like this. I of course didn't know if this
reaction was an isolated incident because of the circumstances or if
she had ever reacted this way before because of other cases that
involved her life being threatened. She had never let me in like this
before so I couldn't be sure.
The warm hues of evening became an indigo night and Scully dozed on
the couch with her head resting on my shoulder.
I was starting to think I'd be better off pulling the TV into the
bedroom so it might be more comfortable for her and she might not feel
obligated to change out of her pajamas although I did appreciate the
way the purple sweater she was wearing complimented her pale skin, the
deep V that showed off a hint of cleavage and how the color looked
with her red hair which had air dried and now fell in waves over her
face as she slept.
I moved to power off the TV with the remote when she started awake and
looked at me sleepily. "Bed time, Mulder?"
I nodded in agreement and she got up with her hand in mine and I
followed her into my bedroom. The street lamps were the only light
tonight and Scully seemed to be just fine with the room being mostly
dark. As our eyes adjusted, she moved closer to the bed but I stayed
where I was near the door afraid of making her feel uncomfortable or
overstepping any boundaries.
I watched my partner remove the purple sweater I had admired earlier.
I did not turn away this time when she unbuttoned her slacks and let
them slip to the floor. She stepped  out of them and I admired her
once more. She was lovely in her black bra and lace panties. Her skin
looked smooth and soft and I could see the gentle outline of toned
muscles in her arms, legs and stomach. Scully was just standing there
in front of me looking beautiful and there were no words between us
when she pulled me to her and helped me undress.
If it had been anyone else, if I was doing this with anyone else I
would have expected this, assumed this to be purely a sexual thing.
When a devastatingly beautiful woman who you find unbelievably sexy
strips down to her underwear and then pulls you over to your own bed
and helps you take your clothes off you naturally would become aroused
at the very thought of her touching you and having the chance to touch
her back.
But I knew that right now Scully was not trying to seduce me nor was
she vulnerable enough to think that sex would exorcize her demons.
Scully was asking me to open myself up to her this way because she had
opened herself up to me so much emotionally.
Her touch was gentle and she moved slowly. She was enjoying this as
much as I was and I was trying very hard not to show just how much. I
felt like a heel again for a split second until I felt her lips press
against my bare chest. I grasped her arms with both hands and she
stepped back realizing she had to be careful or this was going to turn
into something very different than what she had planned.
When I was down to my boxer briefs Scully crawled into bed and I
followed her as she scooted over to give me room. She pulled the
blankets up over her shoulders and shimmied around for a moment before
I realized what she was doing. Her bra was tossed onto the floor with
the rest of our clothing and   soon I was holding an almost naked
Scully in my arms.
I sighed and closed my eyes and she pressed tighter against me. I
breathed in and out slowly trying to relax and calm my nerves. As
wonderful as it was to be holding her like this I was so nervous that
I almost couldn't think straight.
My deep breathing relaxed me enough that I soon fell asleep with
Scully sleeping soundly in my arms.
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Something woke me around 3am and it took me a moment before I realized
Scully had woken up already and was sitting on the edge of the bed
with her bare back to me just looking out of the window.
I rolled closer to her and ran a hand over her lower back and she
looked at me over her shoulder.
"Go back to sleep, Mulder. I'm fine."
"Scully, you are many things, but right now fine is not one of them.
What's going on in that mind of yours?"
Talk to me, Scully.
She breathed in deeply and I could sense rather than see her brow
furrowing as she spoke.
"I can't help thinking about Donnie Pfaster. He killed so many women,
Mulder. He mutilated the corpses of the deceased. I feel like the
world could never mourn a person like that and yet I am up in the
middle of the night thinking about him, how his life must have been
leading up to his first taste of death. The people who loved him...how
would they feel if they could feel anything at all for him now? And in
a way...I can't help feeling like I'm no better than he was. I killed
him when he could have lived. I shot him when it wasn't a matter of
self defense anymore. I killed him because he hurt me and hurt so many
others for the pleasure he gained from it."
"Scully...you're nothing like Pfaster. Commiserating his death shows
just how little like him you actually are."
"That's just it, Mulder. I'm not sorry I killed him. He deserved to
die...but who am I to make that decision? I don't believe in the death
penalty for anyone that has committed murder, that's why I asked the
judge to spare Pfaster's life years ago. So why do I feel so right
about taking his life, Mulder?"
I was silent for a moment, surprised at Scully's revelation.
"Scully..." I moved up next to her and took her hand,"Sometimes there
is a darkness so impenetrable that only death can stop the madness.
Donnie Pfaster was a sick man. He killed and mutilated women because
he liked it. His demons were relentless and he was sent here from
hell. You might have done the world a great  favor by sending him back
to where he came from."
Scully rested her forehead in the crook of my neck and sighed deeply.
I wrapped my arms around her for comfort and felt her soft breasts
pressing against my chest as she moved in closer.
My hands ran across her back and I felt her lips press against the
skin of my throat. Her lips found my earlobe, her teeth bit softly and
a chill ran down my spine. Scully pushed me back and stood up. I
watched her slip her underwear down and off and she moved over me
then, lips parted, eyes bright.
All the blood in my body rushed to my groin and I groaned as she
touched me through my boxers. She pulled the shorts off and moved onto
the bed, positioning herself over me. I reached up to touch her face
and she leaned in to kiss me. Our tongues met and slipped over each
other. Our hands played and caressed the other's skin.
I reached down and found her warm and wet and she tipped her head back
and  moaned my name.
Our coupling was slow and steady as she eased me inside of her,
allowing herself time to adjust. When she moved over me I gasped and
couldn't help thrusting upward. She hissed and smiled down at me
before setting the pace herself. She leaned forward and gripped the
headboard and I watched myself slide in and out of her.
Scully moved faster and I began having a difficult time keeping myself
from finishing first. When I thought it might be too late, just as I
was about to stop her, she placed a hand on my chest and whispered to
me that she was going to come. I let myself go, thrusting with her and
watching her pleasure roll over her, her head back, one hand gently
cupping a breast while her other hand still held the headboard. I
gripped her hips tightly as I came inside her, gritting my teeth as I
grunted her name.
We laid back and relaxed and I traced lazy patterns on her flat
stomach. Scully closed her eyes and drifted off and I pulled the sheet
over her naked form. I kissed her lips gently and leaned back into my
pillow.
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The next morning I was greeted by the sight of the sun filtering in
through the slats of the heavy blinds in my bedroom window touching
the skin of my sleeping partner. Her hair shone in the light. I
couldn't help touching her face with the pads of my fingers.
I got up, got dressed and sneaked into the living room to get my car
keys. I returned to the apartment twenty minutes later with hot coffee
from the place on the corner she liked and some fresh fruit and
pastries.
I unpacked everything in the kitchen and headed to my room where I was
greeted by a mostly naked Scully standing in the doorway having just
emerged from the bedroom.
I grinned at her, put the coffee on the table and slid my arms around
her waist. "Good morning, Scully."
She leaned up to kiss me and slid her hands under my sweater.
I forgot about breakfast as we made love again on my couch.
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We did eat eventually and the coffee was good even after I had to heat
it back up.
Scully appreciated the fresh fruit and nibbled on a cheese danish
while I sipped my coffee, attacked a large apple and smeared cream
cheese on a multi-grain bagel.
Scully looked thoughtful and I was delighted when she shared her
thoughts with me.
"Mulder...about what you said last night. Do you think it's true? Do
you think that there was really no helping Pfaster?"
"Scully, I can tell you with no doubts or second thoughts that what
you did was right. There was nothing that could have saved him,
nothing that could have helped. Don't doubt yourself, Scully. He was
going to murder you. What would have happened if he had walked out of
here alive in handcuffs? He would have just been locked up again. I
refuse to believe the judge would show him mercy this time. He would
have been in a maximum security prison waiting to to executed and you
know what? He might have found a way out of there too, Scully. He
might have walked out and come after you again."
"You're convincing, Mulder. That psychology degree was worth it," she
looked down and grinned.
"It's the damn truth. You did the right thing. You should be happy no
one ever has to be afraid of that monster ever again"
I looked at Scully sitting next to me on the couch wearing my
oversized tee with her bare legs curled up under her and she smiled at
me and took my hand.
There were some moments that I had thought were perfect in my life.
The first goal I scored in soccer when I was six years old. The first
time I kissed a girl. The way the moonlight had shone off the blonde
hair of my high school sweetheart.
These moments were nothing compared to having this woman with me,
trusting me, loving me like I loved her right now. I thought hard on
that while we ate in silence, her hand still in mine.
No actual words of love had been spoken since we had made love the
night before. I doubted any would be uttered that day, that night or
even that week. It could take months with the way we danced around
each other in the past. It had been a lovely dance, one we had
perfected. No talk of feelings or what we meant to each other. Just
work, friendship, jokes, my witty innuendo and the occasional slip up
when one of us was feeling particularly emotional after one of our
lives had been threatened.
This whole situation had been nothing short of a shock even if it was
something I've been wanting for a  while now.
Scully and I were quite used to each other after years of working
together but this arrangement we had..I was surprised we were able to
fall into such an easy pattern. We both knew it wouldn't be forever.
We both knew that eventually Scully was going to have to leave my
apartment and go back to her own. She would have to deal with
everything there and while it might not be on her own, it will have to
happen soon. I had  already made it clear that I would help her with
anything she needed. Scully knew I would stay with her if she wanted
me there and I would give her all the space she needed if she decided
that's what she wanted.

I looked at our hands, fingers still entwined, and I couldn't help the
smile on my face. I gave her fingers a squeeze and she looked at me.
"What is it, Mulder?"
"I'm happy you're here, that's all."
Scully grinned at me and looked down at our hands. "Me too," she said
in a small voice. All things considered, this is a big admittance from
her and it pleased me greatly.

"What do you want to do today, Scully?" I asked her. Though I would
normally have no objections to spending another day indoors with Dana
Scully, I thought  it might be time for her to get out of the
apartment for a while.

She looked thoughtful and bit her lip. I could see the battle going on
in her head as she decided whether she wanted to venture outside with
me or not.

"Well...there's a new Indian restaurant I was hoping to try soon.
Let's go get lunch."

I was excited by the prospect of not only Scully wanting to leave the
apartment for a while but also by the fact that I would be taking her
on a lunch date. I smiled and nodded trying not to give myself away.

"That sounds great, Scully."
"And I suppose I should...go home tonight."
Her words surprised me and the excited feeling I had over taking her
for lunch was replaced by a knot in my stomach.
 I swallowed and for the second time in minutes tried not to let my
expression betray my emotions.
"If you feel that you're ready to go home, Scully then you should."
"Will you come with me," she asked. Her blue eyes search my face.
"Of course I will. I have to drive you back anyway." I joke with her
but she knows I am serious and she leans into me for a hug that I
don't want to end.
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Scully's overnight bag had been re-packed and loaded into my car. She
was upstairs making sure she hasn't forgotten anything and I waited
for her in the car.
When I see her come out of my building she is carrying something all
rolled up and she tucks it  into her overcoat pocket before she gets
into the car.
I touched her knee once she was  seated and she looked at me and
nodded. Scully is ready to go home and I drive her there silently
wondering if the past few days are expected to be forgotten.
It wouldn't surprise me if Scully told me that everything that had
happened could never happen again, that she needed comfort that I was
willing to provide but now we have to go back to our old lives, our
old selves. Even if that was what she wanted I would never forget the
feel of her skin under my fingers and the way she whispered my name
into my ear as we made love and maybe for a while I could pretend it
didn't happen but I'm pretty sure I would go mad loving her the way I
do not being able to do anything about it.
The sky turned indigo once again and I remember the night before. Soon
we are pulling up in front of her building and she looks to her
apartment window from the car.
"Ready?"
Scully nodded and stepped out of the car. I ran around to get her bag
from the trunk and followed her up the stairs. She fumbled around for
her keys once inside and I saw whatever she had stuck in her pocket
earlier sticking out a little. I wondered what it is but don't want to
be nosy. If she had left a shirt or another piece of clothing at my
apartment of course she would have just grabbed it and stuck it in her
coat.
We entered her apartment and I could see she wasn't as ready for this
as she thought she was. She tenses up almost immediately and I turn
the light on next to the couch and drop her bag on the floor.
The police and FBI agents that had been in days before had left the
place in pretty good condition but signs they had been there were
apparent from the mess in the dining room to the coffee cups strewn
about the coffee table.
Scully sits down on the couch and looks around. I set about turning
the lights on in the house, trying to make it seem more inviting.
The clock on the dining room wall reads 8pm.
I looked for Scully but she was not on the couch. I immediately headed
for the bedroom and found her standing just inside the doorway
surveying the damage.
As I come up behind her she reaches for my hand and I let her take it.
"I have some work to do, Scully. Let me get some trash bags and the vacuu
m."
"I'm helping. I can't let this get to me, Mulder. I need to face this,
all of this."
"I would completely understand if you did let it get to you, ya know, Scu
lly..."
She shakes her head and simply says "No."
She let my hand go and I went to find the needed items, knowing there
is no arguing with her. Returning to the bedroom, I find Scully had
started picking things up off the floor and righted the overturned
shelving until that she had pushed onto Pfaster days earlier.
Taking a good look around the room I was unable to imagine her wanting
to stay the night in here but I got to work helping her pick up
shattered mirror and whatever else was scattered on the floor. I took
a break and had a seat on her bed. I picked up the digital alarm clock
and set it down in its spot on her bedside table. Taking a look around
the room I am impressed with our progress. The only thing that needed
to be done was vacuum the floor and take the bags of broken objects
and shards of mirror out. I sighed deeply and got up to take out the
trash. Scully comes to me and slides her arms around my waist. Her
face tilts towards mine and we kiss tenderly.
"Thank you for everything, Mulder."
I am honestly touched. She knows I would do anything for her. I would
and have gone to the ends of the Earth for her and she still thanks me
because she doesn't expect anything.
"Anytime, Scully."
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The bedroom was vacuumed twice and Scully changed the bedding over
completely. Even the comforter was fresh from the linen closet.
I checked the time again and was surprised to find it had gotten so late.
"Scully, it's almost midnight. Do you want me to head home?"
Dana Scully took my hand, looked at me and shook her head. "No,
Mulder. I would like it if you stayed tonight."
I yawned and took my sweater off. Kicking off my shoes, I went into
the kitchen to get a drink of water and left Scully to change in
peace.
She came into the living room wearing the night shirt she had worn to
bed at my place and plopped down on the couch. That's what she had in
her pocket when we left my apartment.
I filled a glass full of water for her and joined her on the couch.
Scully leaned into me and sipped her water.
"Is it time for bed, Scully?"
She sighed and smiled at me. "I think so, Mulder. I am exhausted."
Exhaustion didn't stop her from helping me undress once we got to her
bedroom, nor did it stop us from making love again in her bed. I
realized that I had nothing to worry about as I teased Scully's
nipples in turn, making her gasp.
Any fears I had about her not wanting to continue this new aspect of
our relationship were washed away as I entered her and heard her moan
my name. She was slick and hot and I savored each sensation, thrusting
slowly and looking into her eyes.
Her voice telling me she loved me was like something out of a dream.
We came together and slept soundly that night.
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I sensed more than felt Scully get out of bed. My eyes opened and I
watched her go into the bathroom and close the door behind her.
I listened to the sounds of her vomiting again and decided that coming
back here wasn't a good idea.
Scully is strong but vulnerable and Pfaster really had done a number
on her head.
I was right to have asked her to sit this one out and I wished she had
listened to me even though I understood why she didn't.
Getting up, I knocked on the bathroom door and she told me to come in.
Scully was pressing a wet cloth to her face and straightened up when I
entered.
"We can go back to my place, Scully."
"I can't let this get to me. Why is this bothering me so much, Mulder?"
"He tried to murder you twice and almost succeed both times. Do you
think that you shouldn't be upset about that? Anyone would be going
through the same things you are, Dana. Don't feel like you're weak
because you have feelings. You need to work through this and I will
help you every step of the way. If you want to get out of here, let's
go. We can find that hotel with the mints on the pillows if you want."
Scully smiled at me and came to me for a hug. I savored the feel of
her small warm body pressed against me.
"I'll pack my bag if you come up with a good alias for us to use when
we check in," she smiled.
I laughed. She was serious and I loved her so much more for never
losing her humor during all of this.
"What about Rob and Laura Petri?"
"That's perfect, Mulder."

She kissed me and it was electric.


End.

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