From: "Joylynn Wing" <aljoyw@a-znet.com>
Date: Mon, 17 May 1999 12:49:23 -0400
Subject: New: La Verdad del Milagro. 5 of 7a and b  MSR  by Joylynn Wing




" La Verdad del Milagro " 5/7a and b 
by Joylynn Wing aljoyw@a-znet.com


Scully closed her eyes and shook her head, " I wouldn't talk Mulder.
I wasn't the one who fed his fish Oregano when he had been up for
thirty-two hours straight. "

Mulder nodded affirmatively and walked over to the table to retrieve
the soup that he had made her, as he walked back over he retorted
" Yeah, sure. Laugh it up. At least I don't fall asleep on stake
outs, " Mulder teased gently. Scully shot him a look, which could
freeze boiling water and crossed her arms across her chest.

Mulder gave her the bowl of soup as he sat down beside her and with 
a most dignified air, she proceeded to slurp it from the bowl as if 
she was a child. Her lush lips parted over the rim of the bowl, 
the moisture from the soup was glistening on her plump lower lip. 
Her eyes fluttered closed with every sip that she took, a look of 
utter pleasure written all over her face. When she was done, she 
wiped her lips off on her sleeve. Mulder smiled once again. Even 
watching her eat a bowl of soup was a sensuous experience.

Scully caught his bright smile and smiled widely back, so widely
in fact he could see the dimples that he had only seen once in all
of their years together. She lifted up the bowl and said, " Thank 
you, that really hit the spot. " She looked him in the eyes and 
mumbled softly, " Why did I go over to Padgett's apartment? I came
here to visit you and I ended up over there. " She then dropped the 
dish on the table and laid her head back once again, looking out 
into the room. That fact was still bothering her. She knew that it
wasn't prudent to go to a strange man's apartment after he had
admitted to stalking her. Yet she found herself curiously drawn
to him.

Mulder patted her shoulder softly as he said, " I'm not sure Scully.
I guess that only you can answer that. " He also leaned back upon 
the cushions and as he looked at her he could see her eyes slowly 
opening and closing, her exhaustion finally catching up with her.
" Did you find him attractive Scully? " Mulder asked quietly. He 
wasn't sure if he really wanted to know but she seemed to need to 
talk about it.

Scully leaned back, her brow furrowed in thought as if she was 
giving the thought great consideration. " No, not really. He wasn't
physically what I would call attractive but at the same time he
intrigued me. " She brought her feet up on top of the sofa table
and wiggled them slightly.

" How so? " Mulder inquired softly, proud that he was containing
the heated wave of jealousy which was surging through him. The
thought of Scully being with any other man made him livid. Mulder
brought his hands into his lap and studied his ragged cuticles
closely.

Scully tilted her head forward and bit her lip and replied, " I am 
not sure. I guess it was the fact that he had made such a fuss over 
getting to know me. I know his stalking was sick, but he seemed so 
sincere. No one that I have ever been with has seen me the way that 
he did. Jack was so wrapped up in his work that he hardly ever knew 
I was there. Padgett made me feel appreciated and attractive. I 
guess that I kind of miss that sometimes. " Scully then leaned 
forward slightly, this movement allowing the deep V of her 
nightshirt to fall from its precarious hold. Creamy curves of 
feminine flesh were revealed, their secrets barely maintained. She 
tilted her head and bit her lower lip, in thought.

Mulder had been listening intently to every word that she had
said until she had leaned forward, all of her secrets revealed in
living color to him. He had been in shock of course, when she had 
opened up to him. He could count on one hand all of the times that 
she had voluntarily shared her feelings with him. What had changed?
Why now? About him? He wasn't about to push it. He would ride the
wave for as long as he could. Now the wave had turned on him.
The concept that there was * Scully * under that thin shirt was
now driving him to extreme distraction. " Scully you are 
appreciated, very much. " Mulder said in a uncharacteristically 
high pitched voice. He felt like shit. A woman like her deserved 
to feel appreciated. When was the last time that he had told her? 
The hallway before she nearly left? How pathetic was that?

Scully looked down, completely oblivious to the fact she was 
falling out from her barely buttoned shirt. She pulled the afghan
around her bare legs and smiled sheepishly, " Thank you Mulder,
but I wasn't fishing for complements. It had just been a long time,
since a man has looked at me in that way. I guess that it is nice
to know I haven't lost it. " Why had she told Mulder all of that?
She had told him more about herself in five minutes than she had 
told in all of the years together. She could chalk it up to the
warm fuzzies that she was feeling from the whisky, but she knew
that would be a lie. She was tired of hiding. For once she wanted
to be in the light. For this night at least. Then she would retreat
once again into herself, to hide in the recesses of her mind.
Scully leaned back as a sudden wave of exhaustion grappled her.
She felt her eyes close and she snuggled over into Mulder's
shoulder, her breaths already becoming slow and measured.

Mulder stood up and smiled brightly at her. He had to admit that 
Scully, even in a look which likened to a drowned rat, she was more
than attractive. Hell, she was damn sexy. Her languorous breaths
accentuated the curves of her breasts which were only enhanced more 
by the lose fitting top which seem to slide more open with each 
passing breath. Her lips were parted, her face very flushed from
on coming sleep. He bent over and stroked the smooth skin of her 
cheek and her eyes fluttered open in response.

" I don' wanna wrestle, Mulder. " She had been in the most 
wonderful dream. She had been lying in bed with Mulder, totally 
naked and they were hot and heavy. She could feel the moisture
in her panties that the dream had induced. They had been rolling
passionately about the bed and to tease him she had said that very
line. She stared at him dazed and confused. She wanted him. She 
wanted him very much, but she knew that would never happen. So to 
appease herself, all that she wanted was to go back to sleep 
where Mulder was her's and they were happy. 

Mulder reached down and gently picked her up into his arms. Scully
nestled sleepily into his neck as she brought her arms around him.
She tangled her slight fingers into his soft hairline, and Mulder 
felt his heart melt. This was where she belonged. This was where 
she would be the safest from now on and he planned to make it 
happen tomorrow. Tomorrow was the first day of the rest of their 
life. Mulder chuckled as he walked over to the lamp and turned it 
off, " Scully, " he said lovingly, " that's my line. "

Scully drew her arms closer around him and buried her head into the
crook of his neck, " So 'ired... So seepy... " Scully mumbled as
she began to drift off once again.

Mulder made his way over to her bed, he placed her gently down on 
her bottom and opened the bed covers up for her. The silk of her
PJ top slid down revealing a generous amount of her fair cleavage.
Mulder bit his lip and laid her down into the sweet smelling
sheets of her bed. He pulled up the covers until they were just
below her chin. He stroked the silken curve of her neck and
she stirred slightly under his touch.

" Don' go, " she mumbled slightly, " please stay... "
She snuggled further into the sheets and with a trembling
slender hand reached out from underneath to him.

Mulder hesitated for a moment. ' Is this what she really wants? '
He didn't want to take advantage of the situation. She was 
exhausted and he was well in love, so both of their judgements were 
impaired. He knew that if he slept with her he might not let he go 
again. It would quickly become a habit that he might not be able 
to break. Mulder shrugged his shoulders and in a matter of a few 
seconds had divested himself of all of his cloths except for his 
boxers and T-shirt. He slid in next to her on the opposite side 
and as he settled in, Scully rolled over and wrapped herself firmly 
around him. Mulder sighed slightly and tucked her safely into the 
confines of his arms, and found himself almost instantaneously 
drifting off into a peaceful deep sleep.

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Mulder opened his eyes, the first early morning rays of the sun
peaking through the window of her room. In the bleak, deafening
silence of the room, he could just make out the soft, deep breath
sounds of his partner. As he focused himself further, he felt
a warm soft presence which was draped over most of his upper body.

Mulder looked down, and a lock of fragrant reddish gold hair fell
into his chin, tickling him there with every single breath he took.
Mulder moved his hand, which was anchored around her slight waist
and pushed the stubborn lock aside, stroking her hair in the 
process. Scully mumbled slightly and tucked her face further into 
him, allowing him to have a better-unobstructed view of her 
countenance.

Creamy ivory skin, framed by wavy masses of bed hair, fire and 
ice, met his gaze and stoked his early morning erection into high 
alert. ' Jesus, Mulder. get a hold of yourself. This is Scully. 
She was nearly murdered last night. She has trusted you enough to
see her at her most vulnerable. She deserves more than this from
you. ' Mulder felt the throbbing in his loins let up slightly, as 
he allowed himself the rare treat of observing a female, a Scully 
female to be exact, sleep in his arms.

Her normally bright eyes were obscured by faint almost translucent
lids, the small blue capillaries very evident in the early morning
sun. The smooth expanse of her face was broken by the wispy 
butterfly wings of her dark lashes, which fluttered gently under 
the gentle movements of her eyes, seeing sleep visions beyond his 
world. Scully's pouty red lips were pursed slightly, her even 
calm breaths were revealing the perfect white surfaces of her 
teeth.

Her small hand was gently draped over his T-shirt clad chest, the
well-defined delicate digits curled gently on themselves. They
twitched in miniscule, almost unnoticeable movements as her world 
played out before her in her dreams. 

As Mulder look down at them entwined, he noted that her body was 
nearly just over half of his in length and width. Her foot, the one 
not draped over his waist just came to below his knee. 

Looking at Scully, in this most intimate of ways, he was reminded
of how really diminutive she was compared to him. Dressed in her
professional attire, sporting her very high heels and her SIG,
her physical presence was much more indomitable than the wisp of a 
woman whom he had been wrapped around most of the night.

It just wasn't her manner of dress and physical bearing which
disguised the real woman behind the facade. It was also the 
powerful, fire and ice essence, which resided within the whole. 
Her spirit, just as powerful as any man she ever stood up against, 
exuded from her in almost visible waves; the spirit of a healer 
which could take your life in the next breath, was quite 
intoxicating at times. A careful study in contradictions.

Mulder, stirred on only by the most uncomfortable feeling in his
groin rolled out from under Scully, eliciting a whimpering sound 
which tore at the very supports of his psyche. She clutched the 
mussed bedclothes about her, pulling them up under the gentle
curve of her chin, as she rolled over to face the other side.

Mulder gently attempted to extract himself form the bed, averse to 
leaving the warm, comforting presence of his Truth. He lifted up 
the sweet smelling sheets, the delicate scent which he could only 
describe as truly Scully, lifted and filled the room with its soft 
fragrance. He quietly slipped out of bed and walked slowly into
the bathroom and relieved himself, then walked into the living room. 
The sounds of his heavy footfalls across the carpeting, gently 
filling the dark deep silence.

It was still dark here, the curtains forbidding any access for the 
early morning light. Mulder turned on the lamp, which stood on the 
table near the corner and as he did the bright harshness of the 
glare, caused him to squint his rested eyes. His hazel eyes focused 
quickly, the brightness of his eyes almost more piercing than the 
lamp afforded. 

He walked out into the kitchen, the cool smoothness of his cotton
boxers drifted erotically across the heated expanse of his tortured 
flesh. As he scratched his abs, the cold air caused his nipples to 
tighten even more thus augmenting his already aroused state. 

He swore that he could hear the soft measured breathing of his
partner in the distance and standing there in his T-shirt, boxers 
and nothing else, making coffee for the morning seemed quite 
domestic. He could easily imagine sitting down with her at this 
very table, having every single meal of the rest of their lives 
together.

' Today is the day Mulder, ' he mused thoughtfully, ' today we make
us happen. I never thought that we would last this long Scully. I 
never thought that after seven years we would still be where we are
now, in a perpetual holding pattern. '

And he hadn't, for from the moment that she had walked into his 
life all those years ago, he knew that they would be together, he 
just knew that she was the one. They were part of one another; soul 
mates for all life times.

He loved every inch of her, physically as well as mentally.

He had never wanted to have a wallflower, which blindly followed 
his lead as his love, and he surely found that in Scully.

Mulder sat down firmly at Scully's pristine kitchen table. He 
listened intently at the ticking of the kitchen clock, which seemed 
to coincide with the breathing of his partner, which he swore, that 
he still heard.

He trailed his hands across the smooth cool surface of the 
spotless hardwood, as he tried to remember life without his Truth. 
He shook his head and smiled, ' I had no life before her. It began 
when she walked into my life. ' He traced lazy, undefined circles 
upon the shiny surface, with the index finder of one hand, as he 
tried to shake the image of his partner's body on his floor.

Blood.

The image of a pool of effulgent crimson blood under Scully flashed 
in his mind's eye. Her bright white blouse painted in stark 
contrast to the red. Her pale face, her limp body, the feeling of 
total loss and despair, which accompanied his discovery of her.

Mulder closed his hazel eyes, and a single tear fell gracefully
down the soft stubble graced skin of his cheek. He quickly wiped 
away the heated fluid with his bare arm.

He knew that it would take time.

It would take the healing gifts of time for them both to fully
recover.

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Scully opened her eyes to the bright promising light of the new
day. She rolled over and stretched her sore limbs out, trying
to work out any kinks which still dwell there. She felt Mulder 
leave her bed earlier but she was just too comfortable to move at 
that time

She could smell the fresh aroma of coffee and the realization
that Mulder was the one out there making it for them was quite
a pleasant one.

She remembered waking up earlier, his and her bodies entwined so
intimately that she couldn't tell where one of them started and the
other ended. She could smell him so well, that she could swear
she still tasted him on her tongue.

She regretfully got out of her bed, not wanting her fondest wish 
of sleeping with him, to vanish with the night's last breath.
She reached for her robe and drew it around herself as she left
her bedroom and saw Mulder sitting at her kitchen with a steaming
cup of coffee, a pair of gray boxers and a bright smile.

As she walked over to him, she could see that he didn't even notice
her presence. He seemed to be a thousand miles away, lost in his
brilliant although reckless thoughts.

" Morning, " she hazarded softly as to not disturb him. She walked
up to him and put her small hand on his strong forearm and 
squeezed reassuringly.

" Hey there sunshine, " he replied as he gestured for her to sit.
As she did he went over and made her a cup of coffee, remembering 
To fix it just the way that she liked it. He walked back over and
gave her the cup, as he put his hand on her shoulder and asked,
" So how did you sleep. "

Scully smiled brightly and retorted, " Fine, thank you. I haven't
slept that well in months. " That was the truth. For quite a
while she had found that she had problems sustaining a full night's 
sleep. She would wake up on and off, after bizarre very vivid
dreams, and find herself not being able to relax enough to return.

Mulder sat down and chuckled slightly, a blush creeping across his
golden skin. Now this was the Scully he knew. Prim, proper and
controlled, not the open, relaxed, and trusting woman that he had
spoken to last night. 

" What? " Scully asked. From the look on his face, whatever it was
that he was thinking about was pretty good. She took a sip of
coffee and sat back against her chair, arching a slender eyebrow.

Mulder looked down into his cup of coffee and then looked up at her
with very serious glance. She was amazing. Totally and completely
amazing. Enigmatic didn't cut it. " I was thinking... "

Scully searched his face attempting to figure out what he was 
thinking. " About? " Scully inquired softly. She wanted to know what
he was thinking. His face was focused, serious. More serious than
she had seen it in a long time. This worried her. Did he regret
staying with her? Had she done something wrong? She tucked a piece 
of her fiery hair behind her ear and suddenly Scully's chin dropped, 
revealing her perfect white teeth. In a flashes of disjointed 
memories, she began to remember her totally unbelievable behavior
in the bath. Scully stood up and walked out into the living room. 
Between the outrageously bizarre behavior at his apartment and now 
this, she knew that she had lost it. Her heart began to sink into 
a dark hole of consternation from which she thought that she would 
never return.
  
Mulder saw the great discomfort that she seemed to operating under.
Mulder walked over to where Scully stood. She was wearing that too 
big white terry robe, which made her look like a little girl 
wearing her parent's clothes. He walked up behind her and put his 
hands on her shoulders. " Scully, what's wrong? Did I say something 
to offend you? " He knew that he hadn't, but something was clearly
bothering her and he thought that was a good place to start.

Scully continued to remain lost in her thoughts. Losing control
to her was a sin worse than any she dare ever commit. To remain
objective and effective at her job, she needed to remain in
control at all times. Mulder's and her life could very well
depend on it. She crossed her arms across her chest and tried
to focus her thoughts.

Mulder turned her gently around, her eyes meeting his. He could 
tell by the look in her eyes. She was embarrassed by what had 
happened. This was the real Scully. From the moment the apparition 
had assaulted her, the Scully he knew had stepped out and now she
was back. A temporary flash of disappointment hit him hard but
it receded quickly. He then smiled brightly and nodded his head as 
he said, " Scully it's ok. After the day that you had whom could 
blame you. You needed to blow off some steam. We all do 
sometimes. "
 
Scully smiled slightly at his kind words. She took a deep breath 
and with her slender hand stroked the smooth skin of his forearm,
" Mulder, I would like to thank you for everything that you did for
me. I really appreciate the sentiment. I would also like to 
apologize for what happened last night. " She was mortified by her 
behavior. He deserved more than that.

Mulder leaned over slightly and inquired sternly as his brow 
Furrowed in concern, " Scully, what do you have to apologize for? 
You haven't done anything wrong. " He took her by the hand and lead 
her over to her sofa. He seated himself and gently tugged her to 
join him.

Scully sat there for a moment and then squeezed her eyes tight as 
she put her hand on her furrowed forehead as in thought. " I do 
have to apologize. I'm a goddamn FBI agent, competent to handle 
perilous situations. I am used to having my life on the line, it 
isn't anything new. Yet even in that knowledge I still lost control 
after all was said and done. I lost it in your apartment and I lost 
it here.

Mulder took her free hand and squeezed it gently. " Tell me 
Scully," he asked softly, " what exactly did you do that warrants
an apology from you? For heaven's sake, after everything that has 
happened to you, I honestly don't ever remember seeing you really
letting yourself feel anything. I mean really letting go of all the 
pain that you carry inside. Hell, I never even saw you really cry 
for all of your losses that you have suffered. You need to let it 
out. "

Scully stared at him, the tears glittering in the unforgiving light,
she bit on her lower lip as she tried to remain in control of 
herself. She knew that he was right. She knew it logically. However 
even with that in mind, Dana Katherine Scully still could not bring 
herself to do just that. To let go and feel. " I'm not supposed to 
yield to it Mulder, I am a professional, " she whispered as a lone 
tear, a gift of the heavens slid down the heated expanse of her 
cheek and landed on her sculptured chin.

Mulder gently cupped her chin in his hand, feeling an overwhelming
sense of love and genuine admiration for the amazing woman seated 
next to him. He smiled brightly and spoke tenderly, " You are more 
than Agent Scully, Scully. You are also Dana, the woman. You're 
only human. We all are. "

Scully shook her head, mussing her already tortured hair and 
retorted her eyes glittering brightly, " Mulder, what if that
were to happen again, but this time lives were at stake? "

Mulder couldn't believe what he was hearing. He narrowed his hazel
eyes and spoke with disbelief, " Like * you * would ever do that. " 
He sat back slightly and awaited her return.

See part6/7a and b

" La Verdad del Milagro " 6/7a and b 
by Joylynn Wing aljoyw@a-znet.com

Scully's brow furrowed in thought. She nibbled on her lower lip and
folded her hands in her terry cloth clad lap. She looked down at
her hands, the perfectly manicured nails in stark contrast to the
imperfection, which she felt, existed within herself. " I just 
did, " she said with grief evident in her soft honeyed tones, 
" what if you needed me. "

" Look at me, " Mulder said angrily as he grabbed her by her slight 
shoulders. As he looked at her, her eyes met his as he continued to 
speak, " You have always been there when I have needed you. You 
have never let me down. You are the only one that I can trust to be 
there. "

Scully looked at him, the tears still barely held back by the 
greatest of willpower. ' Damn you Mulder, ' she thought as he 
continued to barrage her. 

" You are not weak, Dana Katherine Scully. You are the strongest 
person I have ever had the pleasure of knowing. You have been 
through so much, and yet you remain as efficacious as ever. I wish 
that I was as strong for you as you have been for me. However you 
are only human, Scully. You can't always be in control. Life is not 
perfect in that way. There are going to be times when you lose 
control Scully, you have to learn to accept that."

Scully tried to turn her face but Mulder caught it with his very
strong hand. She looked about nervously as she tried to think of
something to say that wouldn't betray her. However at a lost for
anything but for the truth at that moment she whispered, " I don't 
want to be seen as inadequate. I don't want people to think that 
I need to be protected. I have worked damn hard to be what I am. 
I don't want to be seen as anything less than best. Especially by 
you, Mulder. I require; no I need to be your compeer. "
  
" You are, and no one, especially me would dare ever accuse you of 
being weak," Mulder replied softly, as he smiled sweetly at her.
' I cannot believe that she would ever think that anyone would see
her as ineffective. ' Scully was legendary around the bureau for 
her restraint and her strength.

" I feel inadequate, " she added softly. She couldn't believe how 
much she had opened up to him. It had always frightened her to 
think that somehow Mulder would find out her greatest fear but 
sharing this with him seemed oddly right at the time.

Mulder put his arm around her shoulders and squeezed her gently, 
" You may feel that way, but it is far from the truth Scully. You
are amazing. You face any enemy with a stoic look, amazing resolve,
and a kind heart. You take my breath away, Scully. You are strong," 
Mulder retorted firmly.

She paused for a minute, and in the softest, most vulnerable voice 
that had ever graced his ears. " Am I? " A single glittering tear 
streaked a faint path down the gently freckled curve of her cheek.

Mulder pulled her into the comforting circle of his embrace, 
murmuring kind-hearted tender unintelligible words as she fell 
easily into him. Scully buried herself into his safe harbor as 
tears from years of unfelt grief and hardship fell like a hot 
fierce summer rain onto the cool, fragrant cotton of his shirt. 
He held her tightly, possessively, as if his strength could alone 
drive out the demons, which plagued her soul.

Scully clung to the man before her. Just as she had the night of 
her worst nightmare come to life. She clung to the only safe, 
comforting place that she had ever known. She never cried. It just 
wasn't who she was. But here, with him, it felt right. She felt 
rational. She didn't need control here. She could trust Mulder to 
see the very human side of her, he would never use it against her, 
ever. As she sat there, his arms protecting her from the world, 
she felt strong. She felt loved.

After a few moments Scully leaned back slightly but didn't leave
the circle of his arms. She wiped the tears from her face and 
managed a small but sincere smile, " Now see what you have made me 
do. I hate tears. "

Mulder chuckled slightly as he helped her smooth the wetness which
now graced her cheeks. " Well then I promise not to drive you to 
tears too often, how about to just distraction. "

Scully shot him an amused grin and teased him gently, " Well you 
certainly don't have to work at that, Mulder. " She continued to
hold him tight, not wanting to let him go.

Mulder brought her back against his chest and stroked the length 
of her hair. He knew that it was time. He could see it in her eyes 
and he could feel it in his heart. The time for their relationship
was at hand. There would be no more places to run, no more feelings
to hide. " You will be all right," Mulder reassured soothingly, 
" you do know that don't you? "

Scully knew that it was time for the distance to return. She could 
too easily fall into the trap of getting used to this. Her heart 
and her soul needing this so much, that it would ignore the logic 
of the fact they were not that way. She pulled her resolve up 
around her like a comforting blanket to force away the pain which 
she knew would result. She nodded her head and pulled back from 
him, as she steeled her chin, " Yeah, I do. " Scully replied 
positively, her bright blue eyes glittered brightly in the morning 
light.

Mulder was slightly taken aback from her retreat, however his 
resolve was undaunted. He needed to know what she thought, so he 
could formulate a strategy for approaching her on their feelings 
for one another. He sat against the sofa and waggled his brows as 
he tilted his head to the side, " May I ask you a question since 
you seem to be in such a sharing mood? " 

Scully looked at him nervously. She could sense that Mulder was up 
to something, for tact was not his specialty. She shrugged her
shoulders and thought for a moment and decided against her better
judgement to go with the flow to see where he was going.
" Ask away, " Scully replied teasingly, " it maybe the only chance 
that you get! "

Mulder reached over and took her slight hand in his and stroked the
space between her thumb and her forefinger as he took a moment
to pick his words carefully and asked softly, " Are we ok? "

Scully face clouded over with a mask of confusion. ' What the hell
does he mean, are we ok? ' Of course his stroking her hand so 
erotically wasn't helping her powers of concentration any, 
" Mulder? " Scully asked inquisitively as she shifted about on
her bottom slightly, trying to get more comfortable.

Mulder leaned over towards her slightly and took a deep breath as 
he looked deeply into the swirling blue depths of passion and 
intelligence, " I mean I know how the bad it has been between us 
after Diana and all and I want to make sure that we are ok. "

Scully looked about nervously, her heart not really up to 
Discussing this particular subject. Scully knew that they couldn't 
avoid this forever. He was concerned about their partnership and 
that in its self made it imperative that they do. " Yeah, " she 
said slowly as she thought long and hard, " I guess we are Mulder. 
I will not lie to you and tell you that I wasn't hurt by it all. I 
thought that you trusted me fully. That you really needed me and 
that I really contributed to this, to * us *.

" And? " Mulder re-questioned, hanging on her every word.

Scully smiled softly and nodded her head in reassurance, " Mulder 
don't worry. We are all right. I understand why you did what you 
did and I don't blame you, well at least not anymore. " That was
the truth as she knew it. She knew his motivations and did not
crucify him for them.

Mulder sat back further in shock. How could she understand his 
motivations when he didn't even understand himself. Mulder ran
a slender hand through his mussed hair. " You understand? " Mulder
questioned, " Well you are doing better than I because even * I * 
don't fully understand Scully.

Scully looked down at her lap, her own pain starting to resurface.
She didn't want Mulder to know how much this did hurt her. She 
focused herself and looked up with her best impression of 
disinterest that she could muster and said, " She obviously meant 
a great deal once to you and still probably does in a way. She was 
there in the beginning. She supported you, believed without 
question in what you did. When she came back, you were still 
feeling lost vulnerable after my cancer, and all that we had 
learned from it. That knowledge made you question your beliefs, 
shed doubt on everything that you had held dear. "

Scully smiled slightly, trying to make sure he believed that this
didn't bother her but the grin appeared more like a grimace than
anything else, " She helped to fill that void. She made you feel 
whole once again. You believed what she was telling you because 
you needed to hear it. You needed to feel like you weren't 
alone, " Scully finished her voice firm and reassuring. 

Mulder couldn't believe what he was hearing. Between her false 
face that she was wearing and the way she avoided all eye contact, 
he knew that she was lying. She wasn't all right with this. In 
fact the seemed to hurt her a great deal. Mulder reached over and 
gently squeezed her shoulder. ' It's fish or cut bait, Mulder. She 
needs to hear the truth. No more avoiding the issue. ' Mulder met 
her gaze firmly and said honestly as he took the first step,  
" Scully you make me whole. You make me feel that I am not 
alone. " He smiled brightly and nodded slightly as he finished.

Scully lowered her eyes and shook her head. She knew that he was 
just being nice. Just trying to make sure fences were mended. She 
wanted him to know that she really didn't hold it against him for 
she didn't. That was the way things were, nothing more. " Mulder, " 
she stated honestly, " I appreciate that gesture. I really do. But 
even I realize that I am not enough. You need more than I can give. 
You need someone like yourself, who feels the same was as you. I 
am only sorry that I cannot be more for you. I am only your 
partner, not your savior. "

Mulder shook his head violently. She actually believed what she was 
telling him. ' Jesus, Scully. You are my savior. You are my 
everything. Don't ever doubt it. ' Mulder grabbed her and turned 
her to face him slightly as he retorted angrily, his now dark eyes 
swirling with emotion, " Scully you know that you are more than 
that. I * meant * what I said in that hallway. "

Scully was shocked. Did he actually think that she would hold 
those words against him? He should know her better than that. Just 
like at the hospital. She knew that they were confessions born of 
stress, exhaustion and or drugs. She knew that and accepted that a 
long time ago. " Mulder, it's ok. " Scully reassured strongly, 
giving him the out that she felt that he needed, " I don't expect 
anything from that. I never have. I cannot be that for you, I don't 
have what it takes. People like Diana and Karin can be... " Even 
as she said those words her heart ached.

Mulder shook his head once again. He really couldn't believe what 
he was hearing. ' is this why she has never taken any of my not so
subtle hints? Does she really believe they hold more for me than 
her? Mulder took a deep breath and shook his head in denial, " I 
told you that I hardly knew her. "

Scully looked him square in the eyes and the blue depths of her 
soul came for all to see, " You knew he well enough to have you 
call you Fox, Mulder. " Scully said, fighting the pain and 
disappointment, which fought to claim her, voice as their own.

Mulder could see the pain that registered clearly in her eyes. Now
he knew why she had never took his declaration of love seriously,
why she had never brought up what had happened in that hallway
between them so many months ago. " Scully... " Mulder tried to
say but Scully continued to talk as if she had never heard him.

" She and you were quite alike, you know. " Scully said softly as
she stood up and walked away from the sofa, loath to have him see 
her emotionalism. She turned away and drew the robe closer around 
her body. " You both lived by your instincts. Two wayward souls 
looking for someone or something to hold on to. My saying that 
doesn't judge or criticize you. I am just calling it as I saw it. 
You both needed someone to share with out fear of reprisal. She 
gave you that. Just as I suspect Diana did also. "

Mulder stood up and walked over to her, putting his hands on her 
shoulders. He needed her to see that wasn't the case. She was the 
one that did that for him and no one else. " Scully. I meant what 
I said in that hallway, every single word. I meant what I said in 
that hospital room, every single word. "

Scully knew that he was trying to make her feel better. She knew
that she was failing miserably with hiding her true feelings from
him. However even in his best of intentions all that he was 
succeeding in doing was hurting her more. In her wildest fantasies 
he told her such things, but in those fantasies Diana didn't exist 
either so she knew it to be possible. However seeing that dreams 
very seldom came true, she knew those words didn't belong her with
her, " Mulder, I... " Scully managed to say before her alto voice
quit all together.

Mulder spun her around, making her meet his gaze. His serious hazel 
Eyes met her anguish filled blues. She wasn't going to get away 
this time. Not like in the hallway. Not like in the hospital. 
This was for real, and he was playing to win. " Scully, he said 
emotionally, " don't try to deny it. This. Us. "

Scully shook her head, her mind now spinning at light speed. 
Mulder really believed what he was saying. This was very clear to 
her. ' Oh, Mulder. You really believe this don't you? You need to 
have someone with you so very much that you have deluded yourself 
into believing that I have what it takes. You really do love me, 
Mulder. Thank you so much for that. And I love you too. However 
I love you enough to walk away from this because you need more and 
I can recognize that. ' " Mulder, " she whispered trying to get 
him off the topic.

Mulder searched her countenance. Her face was pale, her eyes full 
of uncertainty. Her whole mask was of unacceptance, unease and a
healthy dose of fear. Mulder shook her slightly, trying to get her 
to react more than she was. " Don't tell me that you don't feel 
this... this tension between us. "

Scully looked at him, her eyes everywhere except for his face. She 
knew she was a very poor liar. She knew that Mulder could see right 
through her if he were to look into her eyes.  She focused on a 
point just above his forehead and told biggest lie that she had 
probably spoken to him, " Mulder, " she retorted firmly in a 
scientific disattachment worthy of any scientist, " that is 
perfectly normal. Two healthy attractive heterosexual adults within 
close proximity to one another, who spend great deal time with one 
another, and have no other sexual outlet are bound to feel that 
pull time to time. It really doesn't mean anything, It's 
biological. " ' Dana, that was so lame, a dog could see right 
through it. '

Mulder tilted her head with his thumb and forefinger, forcing her 
to lock gazes. He knew what she was doing. Avoiding his gaze was 
her first line of defense when she was lying through her teeth.
Mulder could see the unshed tears which threatened to fall from
the depths of her sky-blue eyes and he spoke softly, addressing 
their truth as carefully as possible. " What I feel may be 
biological on the most basic level, but it goes a great deal 
deeper than that. And you know it, " Mulder muttered softly his 
voice husky and low.

Scully shook her head. ' Can't he just leave well enough alone?
We will not work. We would just ruin what we have for a poor long 
shot at best. We would destroy one another. I will not let that
happen, ' " No. No I don't, " she said with forced conviction. 

Mulder stroked her face gently with his free hand, nothing how her
eyes fluttered gently under his simple touch. ' You are so scared
Scully. You are so scared that you would throw away a chance of a
life time to ensure that neither of us will get hurt. ' Mulder
loved her for that. Sacrifice was something that she did freely
everyday, an indication of her generous nature. She loved him 
enough to deny herself, just to make sure that he was not hurt.
" Yes you do, " Mulder said knowingly, " Padgett caught you on it. 
He could see it, and he called you on it in the prison. "

' Shit. Think Dana. He did say that. I almost forgot. Total denial 
will set as well as a tooth extraction so shape the truth to a more
acceptable venue. ' Scully brought her hand to his, stroking the 
strong hand she met there. Mulder's eyes were dark, mysterious, 
totally unreadable to her. She decided the truth was in order, but 
it would be shaped to fit her needs. " Mulder, of course we love 
one another. But we don't * love * one another. We are too different 
for that to happen. I cannot be what you need. You need someone 
like Karin or Diana or... "

Mulder interrupted her train of thought before she even had time to 
finish. Enough was enough. " Scully... Come on. Don't tell me you 
believe that load of horse shit. It just wasn't my need to someone 
to believe in the work and me that caused me to push you away, 
Scully. Because that is what I did. I pushed you away. I pushed you 
away because I didn't, no that is not correct, I couldn't believe 
in exactly how much I needed you. What I told you before you were 
ready to leave in my hallway, was the truth. You make me whole. You 
complete me. I cannot do this alone. I was half a person before you 
came into my life. I didn't want to believe that I need your 
skepticism, as annoying as it is. You keep me grounded. Keep me 
honest... "

This time Scully cut him off, she couldn't take listening to him
speak to her like this. It was ripping the very bottom of her soul
out. She knew if he didn't stop soon, she wouldn't be able to
continue to fight him, fight them. She dropped her gaze a lone
glittering tear fell gracefully from her strained composure, 
" Mulder... "

Mulder could see she was weakening. He knew she would falter soon,
so he pushed forward, forcing the issue out into the open. Mulder
brought his other hand to her face and between the both of them
he held them tightly in his grip. " This balance between us, this 
dichotomy, which exists between us, is necessary. It is who we are.
That is why we work. We balance one another. Two halves
of the coin... "

" Mulder... " Scully tried to interrupt futilely.

" This is who we are. What we are, Scully. I am our faith, you are 
our courage and strength. Sometimes, the roles reverse, but the 
balance remains the same. I would never want you to change. To 
believe blindly, that is why Diana and I didn't work. You are who 
you are. And you are perfect. I am so sorry to have doubted you. 
Accusing you of taking things to personally at times, I know... "

" Mulder... " Scully tried once again, her pain evident in her 
pale features and the quiver in her voice.

" Scully. I love you. You love me. It is that simple. " Mulder 
continued to add, his eyes full of the love he felt for her. He 
was so close, he wasn't giving up until she faltered in her 
position. And in a calculated move he pulled her to him, drawing 
her into his arms and said softy, " Let me in, Scully. Let me in. 
Here, " and with that he put his hand over her heart. "

" Mulder? " Scully mumbled softly, she could feel the years of
well-maintained stone walls fall about her feet. She couldn't
fight anymore, logic was a long lost cause, only her heart, 
strong and full of love no longer content to be denied remained.

Mulder lowered his head, victory well with his grasp. His eyes
were narrowed his brow furrowed. His whole being centered into the
words that he spoke to her. " Let me in, Mulder said softly, " I 
love you. Take that leap of faith. Believe in us. Believe in me. I 
know I don't deserve what you feel for me. I don't know what I ever 
did to deserve it. But I am so very grateful everyday of my life.

" I... "

" Scully, " Mulder said tears now falling down his face, " I know 
your scared. I am also. We have been running from this for so long, 
our fears our denial keeping us from the one thing that we really 
want, really need. So now that when we are so close we are sacred
shitless by the prospect, that is to be expected.  It is always so 
much easier to stay in a straight line than change course mid 
stream. You are scared of sharing yourself with me, I understand 
that but I love you. Let me in. " Mulder stressed the last few 
words, knowing full well she was going to, it was written clearly 
over her face.

" I want to... " Scully said proud of forming a coherent phrase.
Her mind had shut down long ago, and now only her emotions, raw and
passionate were in residence. She took her hand and put it over his
heart, feeling the pounding of his heart through his T-shirt.
' Mulder, I love you also. '

Mulder smiled and brushed a gentle kiss across her furrowed brow,
her looked into her eyes, and right before him was the very thing
that he had been looking for, her love for him, floating across
the surface, bright and true. And in moment surrounded in a 
blinding flash of light, which lit the earth and filled the heavens; 
two hearts, two souls, two beings joined as one. " Let me in, " 
Mulder whispered as he brushed a gentle, heated kiss across her 
parted lips. 
 
" Oh God, " she uttered as a surge of confidence rushed through 
her and filled her face as a small, nervous smile, just like in 
the hallway so long ago surfaced. ' This is really happening. This
is real. He does love me. I love him. '

Mulder brought his strong, slender hand to her cheek and stroked
it gently, he stepped forward and with his other hand put his palm 
into the small of her back and drew her to him so that the length 
of him was pressed firmly against her. He brought his mouth down 
to her ear, whispering gently, just enough to send shivers through 
her slight body, " Let me in, " the passion and desire in his husky 
voice very evident to her.

" Yes. " Scully said breathlessly. His hand at her back, 
stroking gentle circles through the thick nap of her robe mixed 
with the full heated length of him pressing against her, more than
her resolve could resist. This was where she belonged. This is 
where she felt the safest. This was were her heart could bare its 
truths, knowing that she was loved and cared for. Scully brought 
her hands up to touch the stubble-graced skin of his cheeks. 
" Yes, I love you. " she reiterated as she stepped up on her tip 
toes to him and brushed her lips against his.

Mulder felt her lips caress his. The heat and silk of her plump
flesh against his more than enough to awaken the passion just
below the surface which he barely contained. He met her with equal 
tentativeness, using his lips to capture her upper one, and with a 
gentle stoke of his tongue attempted to capture her lower one. 
Scully moaned softly within his arms, and then he pulled back just 
enough to slant his head slightly, opening his mouth just enough 
to allow his tongue to once again stroke the upper curve of her 
lip and then with a teasing intention, nipped it gently. 

Scully felt a flash of heat rush over her, the feelings that she
had been repressing for all of the years she had been by his side
finally coming forth like a wave of sheer energy and she leaned
forward her mouth pressing greedily against his, her soft moist
tongue carefully begging entry, just as he had done, and with a 
passion which had never possessed before she pressed up against 
him and returned the fire. 

Fire. The gift of rebirth granted from the heavens. What isn't
destroyed by it's touch is strengthened and polished by it's
sheer power.

From the darkness our two lovers emerged.

Scars forgotten.

Only love remaining.

All of us hide in the shadows afraid of the light and what it might
reveal.

Only the light can set you free...


The end of R section.
Nc17 section ahead, see 7a/7a and b

" La Verdad del Milagro " 7a/7a and b 
by Joylynn Wing aljoyw@a-znet.com

From the light which freed them both from their respective prisons
came a passion unleashed, which was borne of seven years of denial
and repression. Their tongues met and embraced for the very first 
time, Scully shuddered under their embrace, driving any last
remaining fear from her, leaving her naked in its retreat.

Suddenly the hand which had been caressing the silken skin of her 
cheek, slid down the silken length of her slender neck, down her 
trembling shoulder, along her gently curved abdomen, until it
met the soft curve of her hip, where he promptly caressed the 
gentle swell of her bottom. She groaned loudly and she found 
herself slipping and falling headlong into the blazing fires which 
threatened to consume her. The surge of burning desire which 
flowed through her instantly wetted her silk panties. She met him 
violently, her kisses becoming more erotic, more needy than she 
had ever experienced before. 

Mulder was lost from the moment that their tongues had met. He
needed more, he needed her to lose control. He needed to see her
let him in, without question, without regret. Mulder harshly
explored the lush uncharted garden that was Scully. He ran his 
tongue across her teeth, along the top of the roof of her mouth, 
and along the silken walls of his newly found paradise. He found 
himself delving deeper and deeper into her, her tongue meeting 
his with equal force and curiosity. She tasted just as he had 
imagined, like cinnamon, and herbal tea. Sweet yet tart. He could 
taste the night on her breath, and the combination caused his 
desire to fan brightly in her awe-inspiring presence.

Scully ground her hips into his, seeking out the release that she
knew that only he could bring. She could feel the throbbing in the 
very evident hardness in his boxers. This knowledge drove her 
passions further causing her to seek out his innermost secrets, 
his intimate flavors with her insistent, haphazard exploration. 
Her body began to quaver from the sexual tension that she was 
experiencing. She pressed herself as hard as she could against 
him, attempting to meld with him, her soul seeking its completion 
and her hands ran up and twisted into his dark thick hair. She 
always knew he could elicit from within her a primal response, 
with just a simple touch of his, but she was taken back as to how 
much of a response. A fierce shiver ran through her slight body, 
and she found herself growing weak from the experience. ' Jesus 
Mulder, I knew that we would be like this! '

' Oh, God... This is really happening ' Mulder mused as he was 
overwhelmed by the flood of emotions which flowed through him 
because of the passionate woman encircled with in his trembling 
arms. He plundered her garden with a need so overpowering it took 
his breath away. This simple act of kissing had already sent rivers 
of excitement throughout his body, his hormones on full alert. His 
need throbbed painfully within the tight confines of his boxers. He 
moved his hands to her robe where he gently untied the soft 
material. He pressed his hand up and under the nightshirt that she 
wore and caressed the smooth skin that covered her ribcage as he 
came closer and closer to her tight breasts. He delighted in her 
as she arched her slender back up to meet him, this movement was 
sending a new flame of fire throughout his veins. However he wanted 
more. He needed to feel every inch of her tremble under his touch, 
so he slowly pulled his mouth from hers, indulging one last nibble 
on her bottom lip, which elicited a loud whimper, before he 
released her. As he smiled wickedly down at her, he said very 
softly, his voice low and suggestive, " So ya wanna neck 
Scully... "

Scully chuckled softly as she stood on tip toe and nibbled on the 
cleft of his chin, her breathing ragged from the desire, which she 
was experiencing, " No, I don't, I have a much better body part 
in mind. " ' And it just happens to be pressed against where it had 
to go, * what * a coincidence. ' She brushed a small kiss where she 
had just gently bit, and with her free hand gently squeezed the 
more than generous inhabitant of his boxers.

" Scully, you are not trying to come on to me are you? " He said 
as he straightened up, took her by her slender hand and pulled her 
over to the couch. The touch of his heated touch sent shivers 
through her previously trembling body. Mulder took great pride in 
her response to him. This woman, this gloriously beautiful woman 
was his. All his, and she wanted him above all else.  He sat down 
in the corner, and as Scully attempted to sit down next to him, he 
tugged down lightly, his arm encircling her hips, and in a matter 
of seconds her round, firm, warm bottom was firmly seated upon his
desire for her. 

" Now why would I do a thing like that Mulder? It's against 
protocol, " Scully inquired breathlessly. She could feel him 
throbbing against her bottom, the rhythm in time with the 
fluttering of her own heart. She reached up and cradled his jaw 
in her hand, her essence liquefying as he lowered his mouth into 
her touch, and nipped her palm gently with his teeth.
 
" Oh, please. You know you want me. " Mulder's hands crept around 
the back of her neck, pulling her to him roughly. Scully melted to 
him and when their lips touched Mulder saw heaven. He could feel
her grinding into his hardness, he swore that he could feel the
moisture she was experiencing because of him, slick on his flesh.

Her lips parted instinctively the moment she felt his touch, her 
mouth melding against his, welcoming the ardor of his tongue as it 
dueled with hers. Her arms reached up to encircle his neck, her 
fingers encountering and lightly teasing the soft strands of short
hair at the base of his hairline. She groaned softly as she met his 
attentions, her panties becoming more marked with the evidence of 
her passion.

Mulder was overwhelmed by the presence within his arms. No one
had ever elicited such desire within him. he found himself
painfully aware of his need and in response, moved his hands down 
her body to the small of her back, and he wrapped them low around 
her, pulling her sharply against his groin. He wanted her to know 
how much he cherished her, how much he loved and wanted her. He 
wanted her to feel the undeniable hardness of his passion for her 
throbbing against her. He felt her thrust her hips back at him; 
wanting and needing more contact than he was providing.

" And as for protocol, who gives a fuck! " He mumbled as he broke 
the kiss and leaned forward to nibble the lobe of her ear, 
following the curve of her neck until he met her shoulder. Once 
there he nipped quite meaningfully, sending a groan from the
pursed lips of the woman in his arms. 

Scully groaned under his attentions and shuddered violently in his 
arms. " Jesus Mulder if you keep doing that I will have to handcuff 
you to my bed," she whispered softly, her voice faltering slightly.
' Why the hell did I wait for so long? '

" I wouldn't mind one bit as long as you gave me plenty of 
attention," he whispered, pushing her hair aside to nip lightly at 
her jaw line. He felt her arch her neck, baring the sensitive skin 
to his attentions. He could smell her arousal, and it drove him
to seek her attentions more.

Scully's heart was pounding double time. She could feel Mulder's 
erection straining against the confines of his shorts and she ached 
to release him. She wanted to see him, all of him. She needed to 
brand herself with his touch, banishing any of the loneliness which 
may remain flooding their world with light. And if it didn't happen 
soon, she might have to take him by force.

" Mulder, " she breathed, her voice sounding unfamiliar and needy.
She shivered violently, nearly making her teeth clatter as he
traced her cheek with the warm moist tip of his tongue. 

"Hmmmm?" He continued his intensive research of her neck and 
ear. He could do this forever. She tasted like the sea, salty 
and fresh. He wanted to memorize every inch of her body, and 
he wanted to drive her crazy in the process.

" I'm... Shit ... you don't need... Oh God, " She uttered 
uncontrollably, her breaths now totally out of control, as he bit
the upper curve of her ear, and licked it down the edge to her 
lobe, " I don't think... I can't wait... I need... I... " 

His mouth left her neck and he raised his face to look at her. Deep 
blue met greenish hazel as he said softly, " I want to make you 
scream. I want you to lose control with your want for me. I need 
for you to ache as much for me as I do for you. " He slid lower on 
the sofa cushion, the action causing her to fall further upon his
need, the material of his boxers rubbing painfully from the friction 
on his groin. He reached over and took a chaste peck from her 
passion kissed lips.

Scully was on fire. Every touch, every kiss, sent her deeper into 
the tormenting nirvana of wanting more. She circled her hips slowly 
against him, the friction against her swollen need creating more
want in her and groaned loudly against the insistent movements of 
his soft lips, " Mulder, please... now. "

Then suddenly Mulder broke away once again, the coolness of the air
against his heated lips more than he could bear, and be began to 
brush gentle butterfly kisses over every single curve, plane, and 
shadow of her exquisite face. As he did, he spoke haltingly, giving 
her his answer, between each caress, " Scully... do you know 
how... many times... I have... fantasized about kissing... you, 
holding you... like this. I mean kissing you... the way a woman 
should... be really be kissed. " He paused, and looked her straight 
into the eyes. His eyes were a deep sea green, touched with the 
fire of with desire, and with one last kiss to the arched brow 
which graced her furrowed brow, he whispered, " I plan to take all 
the time in the world to make up for all of the time that we have 
wasted. "

Scully smiled wickedly at the prospect. Hot and heavy was good but
all the time in the world sounded intriguing. She bent forward and
began to nip gently at the luscious lobe, which fascinated her to 
no end and teased, " All the time, huh. I would have never thought 
that you had it in you Mulder. " 

" Oh, yeah. Until you scream in surrender, " Mulder teased with a
wink of his eye as he pushed her back from her ministrations, bent 
his head and kissed her again. This time as fleeting as a feather,
but expanded the feeling, with his tongue caressing the very tip of
her nose. When he finished, he looked at her with blatant 
possessiveness, " I just want to make sure that I erase any other 
memory of you being with any one else other than me. You are mine,
and never forget that. " 

For a moment she couldn't even find her voice. His words which 
would have normally pissed her off to no end, if they had come 
from anyone else, instead they freed her soul. " Mine? " she 
finally whispered, her voice low and emotional. She liked
the sound of that.

She moved from her limp draped position and rose slightly to 
straddle his lap, facing him, her knees were tightly pressed 
against his sides. She didn't want any more distance to keep them
apart. She needed to feel apart of him, her body melding 
intimately with his. She inched herself up until his body was 
between her trembling legs. Reaching up slowly, she took his face 
in her hands; she looked deeply into his, where she swore she could 
see his very soul.

" Mulder? " She pressed a kiss against his cheekbone, following it 
with another that moved up to grace the middle of his forehead. 
She could feel her heart pounding violently in her chest, her
breath labored and strained. No one she had ever been with before
had elicited such a response from her. But then she wasn't in
love. Really in love. She knew now that made all of the difference.

" Yeah? " Mulder mumbled as he brought his hands around behind her
to cup the swells of her fine ass in his hands, eliciting an
involuntary shiver as his reward. He had never guessed in his 
wildest dreams how utterly responsive to his touch, she would be.

" I have always been yours, Mulder. Don't ever doubt it. You are 
my life, Mulder. My faith... " Scully supplied softly, her voice
quivering slightly. Her fathomless blue eyes were filled with
sparkling tears which betrayed the depths of her heart.

Mulder smiled widely and his mouth met hers without equivocation. 
The kiss was irrefutable and exacting, full of promises to come. 
When his hand moved from her ass up toward the front of her body, 
she gave encouragement, moaning when he cupped her breast. Mulder
pushed forward by her reaction, flicked her aroused nipple through 
the silky fabric of her nightshirt. 

" You need to get rid of this Scully, " and with his strong free 
hand began to unbutton the front of her sleepwear. His eyes 
following hungrily where his hands were leading. He needed to see
her, he needed to taste her. He had desired her for so long that
his need now was in control.

Scully leaned back and watched with enchantment as each button fell 
free revealing several more inches of bare, freckle covered skin 
to his gaze. Once he had undone it for her she sat back and pulled 
the silky garment off, throwing it unceremoniously behind her on 
the floor. She was never the self conscious type. She accepted her
body for what it was. For her height, she knew that she was more
than acceptable. However the look on Mulder's face was more than
enough to make her feel beautiful and desirable.

Mulder sat there in awe of the vision before him. After so many 
nights spent dreaming about this moment, her small but utterly 
exquisite breasts were revealed to his searing gaze. He had seen 
her like this twice before, but the circumstances were less than 
conducive of a really good look. " God, you're so perfect," he 
keened as his thumb stroked across a coral, puckered cap of her 
firm breast. This caused a groan to utter for from the pursed lips 
of his partner and this reaction caused him to cup her breast 
against his rough palm, lightly kneading the sensitive flesh 
beneath. Her skin felt like hot silk against the calloused skin
of his hands.

Fire began to burn uncontrollable from within her core. As she saw 
his head bending low to savor her breasts, she came up on her 
knees and arched her back high as she brought her breasts up to 
meet him. She brought her arms around his neck in desperate attempt 
to bring contact. His mouth closed upon her breast with a 
fierceness unmatched, and she moaned when his teeth came in contact 
with her tender flesh. She wailed softly as his mouth worked 
frenetically at her breast, driving her to emit a low keening sound 
from her gasping mouth. ' Jesus, Mulder. '

Mulder was in heaven. The woman that he loved and desired most in 
this world was kneeling before him with her breast in his mouth. 
He felt as if he could easily spend the rest of his days making her
moan like this for him. Her tattered breaths and involuntarily 
laments caused his desire to become even more painful by the 
second. As he hazarded a glance at her, making sure not to break 
his actions; the sight that met his gaze thrilled him more.

Scully's head was thrown back, her flaming red hair cascading over
her shoulders. Her eyes were clenched shut, her brow furrowed in
deep concentration. Her mouth was pursed, her small white teeth
barely visible, the lips moving ever so slightly to the panting
of her desperate lungs. ' If this is heaven, ' he mused as he bit
the nipple softly, ' I think I could get used to it. '  Mulder 
then brought his hand down between her legs and gently stroked the 
sodden silken material, which his inquisitive fingers sought out.  

" Oh... Jesus Mulder, " Scully cried as she fell to his lap 
grating his hand further into her. She was so lost to what she was
feeling, all coherent thought being driven out from the wild 
beating of her heart. She pressed her center further down on his 
hand, his mouth still violently working at the sensitive flesh of
her breast. She felt her desire rising rapidly, and found that with
not much more effort on his part, she might just come from this.

Mulder in response to her wild undulations began to trace a 
delicious trail of wet, deep kisses across her skin toward the 
other puckered coral peak. When he reached it, he gave it the same
careful, exacting attention that he had given the other, licking his 
tongue around the nipple before his lips closed around it and bit 
with intention. Scully bit down hard on her upper lip to keep 
from crying out. The sweet torture now more than she could even 
endure.

Mulder's surged his hips up against her, their ability to silently
connect at its fullest. With that not so subtle hint, Scully nudged 
her hand between their strained coupled bodies, pressing her palm 
firmly against his bulging erection, their hands pressed against one 
another, working one another through the boundaries which still
seperated them. Her fingers coiled around him through the cotton of 
his boxers, and he moaned as he bit meaningfully on her nipple in 
response.

End 7a/7a and b

" La Verdad del Milagro " 7b/7a and b 
by Joylynn Wing aljoyw@a-znet.com


"Mulder... " She gasped, as she moaned loudly, she was so damn glad 
that Mulder wasn't pulling the delicate routine on her. At this 
stage of arousal to increase responsively she knew much more 
intensive stimuli was needed to achieve the same response she had
earlier, and his teeth were doing just that. She had never been 
one for delicate lovemaking. She loved it to be rough and exciting
and he was delivering just that.

His mouth left her breast and began kissing a path up to her 
clavicle, tasting the salt of the fine sheen of perspiration which
was a response to her high state of arousal, " What? " he gasped.
He knew that he couldn't go much further. He wanted to throw her
on the floor and do it right there. However, he wanted to make it
good for her. She deserved more than just a fuck. She deserved to
be loved and worshipped like the Goddess she was.

" I want you so much, Mulder," she whispered again, feeling him 
shiver. "Please don't make me wait any longer.  I need you inside
of me now or I will have to hurt you. " She felt an ache, which
was so intense, she knew that him being inside of her was the
only way to drive it away. 

Mulder smiled wickedly as he looked up at her. His fingers wound 
through the mussed mane of crackling fire roughly and he dragged 
her mouth to his, punishing her sweetly, and this kiss was even
in its self more profound than any words spoken could ever be.
" Such a greedy woman, " Mulder said as he gnawed her shoulder 
softly and moved his arms low to encircle the small of her back, 
and as they wrapped tightly around her, he sat forward and in one 
swift moment brought her up closer to him.

Mulder began to kiss her once again, and Scully clung to her rock 
for her very existence. She felt his hands travel down her 
reactive back, trailing a band of heat along the way. She then 
felt his hands clench her bottom firmly and with one graceful
movement Mulder stood up as she wrapped her legs around Mulder's 
waist. She had never allowed a man to carry her to their bed.
She had always wanted to be a full partner in the act, walking
in on her own two feet. However this was different. They were
part of one another. Two parts of a whole. His carrying her,
was indicative of their relationship. They carried one another
throughout all of the hard times when the other was too weak
or too lost to walk alone.

Mulder continued to kiss her, his tongue seeking to go as far
as her soul, as he walked across the plush carpeting, his feet 
scuffing loudly along the way. 

Once they reached there, he dropped her onto the bed eliciting a
sigh of regret from her as he shot her a smile and began to remove 
his clothes. ' Goddamn is he hot, ' she mused as she watched him 
quickly divest himself of the barriers, which separated them. 
Her heart was thudding loudly as she watched him push down his 
boxers, as they slid to the floor with a soft plop giving her a 
full, unfettered glimpse of the copious erection. ' My oh, my
Agent Mulder, so that is where you have been hiding your spare. '

He tilted his head and put his hands on his hips as he shot her a 
leer which seemed to convey, ' What do you think? ' He knew that she
was impressed by what he saw before him. She lay there, her arms 
over her head, her hair mussed about her. Her face was flushed, her
lips crimson with his ardor. Her breasts heaved with every single
breath that she fought to take. Through her very obviously wet 
panties he could see the faint outlines of her curls. ' I caused 
this. I did this to her, ' his manly pride mused silently.
 
Scully's tongue darted out and licked her upper lip, a spontaneous 
retort of confident expectation. Mulder noticed and moved closer 
to the edge of the bed, standing before her with a look of total 
possession as he slid his hands around his impressive member and 
squeezed himself gently, letting her consume his exposed aroused 
physique as his own eyes caressed her in a similar manner.

Fully armed and ready, he was huge, Scully realized with great
pleasure. She had seen him naked several times before in the past 
but this took the cake. She became slightly nervous at the prospect 
of where all that was to go, but that only served to arouse her 
more. She was enraptured by the sheer magnificence of him, and 
couldn't stop the words that tumbled from her lips, " I am 
impressed, G-man. " She desired him so much. It was no longer 
something she merely wished. She had to savor him ardent and taut 
against her. Surrounded by her body. Controlling her. 

Scully's hands moved down across her flat stomach, as Mulder 
watched with great anticipation until her fingers located the lacy 
extremity of her silk panties. As she exhaled with a shudder, she 
slid her hands into the waistband, and she heard a soft commanding 
voice some from in front of her, " Show me. " She felt a hot flash
of heat surge through her swollen center. She loved this game.
Mulder knew what she liked and that turned her on that much more.

Scully smiled shyly as she pulled her damp panties down the slender 
expanse of her fair legs. She dropped them over the side leaned back 
slightly and spread her legs slightly apart, allowing him to have
a greater glimpse of her. She could feel the moisture dripping
from her heated self, the act of exposing herself to him causing
her to grow more wet with her need.

Mulder leaned over and picked up her panties, bringing them under 
his nose, inhaling her desire for him. Before him lie the most 
resplendent of sights. Scully, pale and trembling with desire, her 
exquisite breasts heaving with exertion. Her flat tummy gently 
curved into lush inviting hips accentuated with reddish gold curls 
which glistened with her passion. He felt his desire surge and his 
member twitched slightly in response. ' Jesus Scully. You maybe
the death of me. '

Scully raised a slender brow and beckoned with her index finger
for him to loin her and she smiled wickedly as she said, " Come 
here big boy. " She then eased back allowing room for Mulder to 
join her on the mussed bed. 

He crawled across the bed, his erection bobbing along the way,
until his body slowly over hers and put to rest every impenetrable 
longing that had stood between them for so long. The heft of him, 
gesticulated to the authenticity of the moment. This was going to 
happen. This was happening. Love had finally found the light.

She kissed him, deliberate and intimate, attempting to meld with
him molecule to molecule. His tongue met her plunge for plunge as 
he moaned deep, enveloping his hand around her back as he pulled 
her until they were side by side. Once that was accomplished, he 
thrust his knee between her trembling legs, parting them so that he 
rubbed her center intimately, causing her to moan into his open 
mouth with longing. He was so close to where she needed him to be, 
she could feel the moisture dripping from her on to his skin in 
anticipation of his arrival.
 
Scully tarried her hands down his sinewy back, feeling the rippling
muscles that moved under his sweat slicked skin. Scully, driven by
a need beyond herself, broke the kiss and moved lower against him, 
nipping and licking his skin of his neck, imprinting his flavor 
upon herself until she reached her intended target, his small erect 
nipple. She tickled it with the tip of her tongue, watching it as 
grew more tense under her intensive exploration. She brought it 
in her mouth and nipped it lightly, rewarded by Mulder's moan of 
delectation. He thrust his erection firmly into her and moaned
passionately, " Jesus Scully, you are killing... " Mulder never 
got to finish his words because Scully grasped his arousal firmly 
in her small hand and squeezed it gently as she stroked it from root 
to head.

Mulder moaned loudly as her hand met his heated flesh. His erection
was so hard and sensitive that even with the most softest of 
touches he found himself shivering in desire. His own touch never
even came close to the sensation of Scully's small yet capable hand
loving every inch of his desire for her. 

Mulder's moved down along her sternum, dragging his lips in an 
opened mouthed kiss until he dipped his hot tongue into the small
space of her belly button. He slathered attention upon it until
she raised her hip up with a shudder, trying to bring him to
where she most needed it. He trailed his nose through the soft
wet curls of her apex until he found her tiny raised nub and
attacked it with astounding exactness. When his finger slipped 
inside to stroke her, and he rubbed her clit in small circles, she 
bit down on her bottom lip to keep from crying out. His teasing of
her caused her to clench her hands into his hair tightly 
effectively pushing her further into her folds. As she began to 
feel the ascent into the heavens, she brought her shaking legs 
further apart, bringing them up on top of his shoulder's, allowing 
him greater access. He kissed her deeply, and she felt her body 
give way to a second finger as his manipulations increased.
' Jesus, Mary and Joseph... '

Desperately, she held on, watching Mulder watch her as she began
to move her hips, matching every movement he was doing until she
she began to climax under him. Scully felt herself losing control 
and screamed loudly, " Oh God..." However Mulder wasn't done, as
she began to come down from the first, he stroked her clit roughly
several more times as he plunged his third finger deeply into her,
sending her keening over the second peak.

She lost the battle to keep herself sane, all of the feelings that
were being generated by his attentions, dragging everything else
but his mouth on her out to the abyss beyond. She could feel his
ragged breathing as he crawled up to her, and kissed her on her
pursed lips. Scully was in nirvana. She had never in her life
felt so loved, desired and cherished. From the fog which enveloped
her hazy thoughts, she could hear Mulder's voice calling from the
distance, " Open your eyes, Scully. Look at me. "

With great effort on her part, she managed to open one lazy eye, 
and saw him right up next to her, his fingers lying wetly against 
the glistening curls of her mons. His eyes were bright, his face 
wet with the juices, which dripped from his lips. She brought her 
trembling hands up to his face, and brought his mouth down to hers, 
tasting herself on him, and with a weak barely audible voice 
uttered, " Jesus, Mulder. I think that I had an out of body 
experience. " 

Mulder chuckled softly, and said sweetly, " I know that I did. "
And he did. As he had buried himself deep within her soft juicy
self, he had found a garden to be explored. She had tasted salty,
musky and life giving just as he had imagined she would. As he 
watched her face twist in ecstasy, he had found himself humping
the mattress to relieve some of the sweet pain that he had been
experiencing. 

Scully brushed a lock of stubborn hair from his brow and smiled
wickedly, she could feel the throbbing length of him against her
leg and there was nothing more that she wanted to do than to
drive him deep within her core. She arched a slender brow and
teased mercilessly, " I think that we have some unfinished business
left to investigate, Mulder. You know how thorough I like to be 
when I am seeking the Truth... "

Mulder chuckled and retorted nefariously, " Well, I wouldn't want
to obstruct justice in any way, Agent Scully. " Mulder moved his
aching groin to her, gently prodding the sodden flesh. Mulder 
looked into Scully's eyes, her soul bare and open to his gaze, he 
smiled as he pressed against her body's entrance further, until he 
was just inside the entrance to her essence. Mulder breathed a deep
sigh of pleasure as he felt her hot, wet, tight flesh begin to 
envelop him, and said, " I love you, Scully. " And with that he
thrust deeply, burying himself to where his balls met her ass, and 
he emitted a loud groan, which joined her deep intake of breath. 

Even with the amplitude of Scully's titillation she couldn't avoid 
the inescapable pain which she felt as he pushed into her. Long 
under-used tissues expanded under his passionate assault. She had 
clenched her eyes, centering upon the fact that this was Mulder, 
and that momentarily she would be more comfortable. She took long, 
even breaths, as she wrapped her legs behind his bottom, attempting 
to bring him closer to him. Once she had accomplished that, she 
opened her eyes and noticed Mulder's eyes were closed also, his 
face muted into a deep mask of concentration. Scully thrust herself 
up at him, groaning as he brushed the entrance to her womb and 
muttered, "  Jesus, you are huge. "

Mulder opened his eyes wide and chuckled slightly as he retorted,
" You are not so bad yourself, Red. " He still couldn't figure
out where all of him had gone, but judging by the hungry look
upon her face, the discomfort had been fleeting. Mulder lowered
himself down on his forearms to take his weight off her. Then he  
waggled his brows and pulled back slightly until he was once again 
just barely inside of her and with one hard deep thrust pushed his
way through her resistive flesh, as he felt he rise up to meet him.
Scully's body clenched tightly around him, eliciting a small 
breathless moan from Mulder. He buried his face in her damp hair,
inhaling the spiciness of her pheromones as he began to move inside
of her easily finding the steady cadence that she matched thrust 
for thrust. 

Her hands clutched at his back, pulling him as deeply inside her 
as she could. He could feel her breathing become more erratic as 
he heard her grunt softly with each slapping of their wet flesh. 
Her sheath, so tight and pliant under his movements had driven 
driven him close to the edge of no return. He had so wanted to have 
this last forever, but his years of tireless restraint and aching 
need had cut his staying power short quite easily. He felt the warm 
tension, rush up to meet him in a burning sea of endless need and 
he moaned, " Are you there? "

Scully moaned loudly and dug her nails into his back. She 
was concentrating fully upon the feelings that were washing over 
her, but she didn't think that she could come again. She had never 
been multi-orgasmic in her life, and Mulder's magnificent 
performance earlier had over sensitized her. She knew that he was 
close, and she didn't want to deny him what she wanted him to 
experience, so she whispered softly into his ear, " It's ok Mulder. 
Let go. I will be here to catch you. "

Mulder could tell that she was struggling to join him but that she
was far behind him. They were in this together, and by damn she was
going to come with him also. Mulder lifted up slightly, bringing
each of her legs, one by one, over his forearms. He slid up 
further, so that his shaft would rub her clit with his thrust and 
began to once again slap into her wet flesh, his attention focused 
on holding back until she was with him.

Scully grunted loudly with Mulder's slight adjustment. She felt as 
if her pelvis was fire. With each of his movements, he dragged
across the surface of her bud, quickly bringing her to the brink.
She could feel him so deep, his tip hitting the center of her
cervix. She tried to thrust up at him, but his weight upon her
kept her from doing so. She felt him slip his hand under her hips,
lifting her slightly to his hips and with this angle she found
herself grunting loudly, as she thrashed about upon the bed,
" Oh God... I'm... gonna come. Jesus Christ, I'm there. "

Mulder opened his eyes and looked down at the woman groaning in
abandonment below him. Scully's words were heaven to his ears and 
he augmented the tempo of his lunges, inhaling and exhaling hard 
into her damp hair as he drove himself further into her. He
watched her intently, her fiery hair falling about her flushed
face. His tenderness was a fleeting memory, his movements directed 
by the calenture of biological imperative. He found himself close 
once again to the edge, the contractions beginning to overtake him, 
he brought the hand, which had wrapped her hip around to her clit 
and with a flurry pause, flurry pause, he felt her melt around
him, and with the contractions of her around him, he soared with
her.

Once Mulder's hand had touched her, Scully felt herself free from
her earthy confines. She felt the flush of heat pulse through her
abdomen. She found stars exploding behind her closed eyelids, a 
rushing sound filling her ears. Her body spasmed in release and as 
she came down she felt his heat filling her until she spilled 
over.

Mulder's body was enveloped in fire, his soul freed to seek succor
in heaven's arms. He fell upon her, body still resounding within 
her. As he felt lucidity return to him, he felt her arms wrap 
around his back as she whispered softly into his ear, " I have 
loved you for as long as I can remember. This to me is our Truth. 
This is sacred. "

Mulder looked down into the unfathomable depths of her soul. Tears 
glittered like shimmering diamonds within the blue orbs. She smiled 
brightly at him, and in that instant time stopped.

Two human beings, amalgamated as one.

Two breaths, amalgamated as one.

Two heart beats, amalgamated as one.

Two souls, merged and found completion.

In that simple act of love, life began once again for our heroes.
No fan fare necessary. A silent commitment deeper than the spoken 
word, stronger than the hardest stone. They had taken that leap of 
faith, and had stepped out into the light. The healing love and
acceptance of God's grace. The only question left is, are you in
the light?

Let me know what you think.   aljoyw@a-znet.com