Date sent: Mon, 10 Nov 1997 02:15:46 -0500 (EST) From: XXandie@aol.com Subject: The Last Embrace (1/1) Title: The Last Embrace Author: Ali Harrett Reply to: XXandie@aol.com Rated: NC-17 (sexual situations) Category: S Sub-categories: RA Spoilers: Season 4 (only because of a brief reference to her cancer.) Keywords: MSR Summary: Mulder and Scully go to a private place out in the wilderness to say goodbye. Not your typical `saying goodbye' story. Authors notes: Don't kill me. I just was extremely bored and this is what happens when I'm bored. You get this. WARNING: Lots of sex. Turn back now if this is not your cup of tea. Iced Tea, that is. DISCLAIMER: Mulder and Scully belong to Chris Carter, 1013 Productions, and FOX, Inc. No infringement is intended. I'm just borrowing the characters for a little while, although I think for this story I am going to keep Mulder.. No money is being made. The Last Embrace Staring at the twilight sky high above the quiet country, he thought about another world; a utopian world where all his demons did not follow him, and where he was able to stop the evil forces from taking his life away. The grasses rose around him, and he hid amongst the tallest blades in hopes to leave behind the pain and fear that lay beyond them. The stars did their dance in front of his eyes, and he lost himself in their twinkling. They sang to him of the possibilities of other worlds and other beings and it only strengthened his resolve that he was going to do was right and that the government was filled with a bunch of pricks. The serenity of the country and the clearness of the sky soothed his inner turmoil, and soon he fell asleep, hidden from the outer world surrounding him. He forgot that he was supposed to be waiting for his partner. She drove along the little dirt road. It was pitch black out, and she maneuvered her car slowly so as not the it anything that might lie hidden in the darkness. Her hear beat rapidly at the thought of what was to happen tonight. Tonight would be special. Secret. Personal. Befitting. Trees lined the road, and beckoned her to go into their protective encasement. This is why they choose this place. It was like a sanctuary, and for once she was happy to oblige to his outlandish ideas. She patted the seat beside her, and felt the cold glass of the champagne bottle beneath her slim fingers. Tonight would be their night. They're last night. She fought the sadness that threatened to overcome her, and remained at ease, envisioning the night that lay beyond. Along the next turn she saw his car, parked deeply into the outer ring of trees. She pulled in beside it and turned her car off. Now it was time for her to hike into the wilderness to find his hideout in a glade not too far away. She reached the clearing, and gaped at the height of the grasses. They were almost as tall as she was. She walked into the curtain of green. Little grass bugs and moths fluttered up as she disturbed their homes. She swatted the air around her face to clear them. She continued to walk through the mini-jungle, and tripped on an unseen rock. She fell, right onto her partner, knocking the air out of his lungs as the palm of her hand landed on his diaphragm. He looked at her as she quickly rolled off of him and turned her back away to hide the embarrassment that was obvious on her face. She looked for the champagne bottle, glad that it had fallen on the carpet of the grass, instead of on a floor. He touched her shoulder and she felt a sudden pang of sorrow. She felt hopeless, falling on top of him and almost shattering the bottle that contained the liquid that was meant only for them. She pressed her knees into her stomach and huddled, waiting for the tears to subside. Her tiny frame shook, and he placed his arms around her. She cried harder, and he took her in his arms and sheltered her from the pain. His head pushed up against hers, and he kissed her soft auburn hair. A hot tear slid down his face, and he joined her in her weeping. She wept for him, for the sacrifice he made so that she would live, and he cried for her, because she would be left behind to live the lies that were meant for him. And they wept for eachother, and the love that they could never continue to give to eachother. When they were spent, she popped the cork on the champagne bottle, and took a sip of the warm burgundy alcohol. She passed the bottle to him. His sip was more like a gulp, and she smacked him for hogging the precious elixir. He took her hand in his, and they entwined their fingers. She leaned back and placed her head in his lap, and stared at the stars in much the same way he had. She wished she knew which one was his favorite. They shared the bottle, until all of the champagne was gone. When they had finished the very last drop of their treat, she sat up, and faced him. It was time. Time to do what they had come here to do before the end. She rose up on her knees, and placed her face in front of his. He took it in his palms and studied her. He etched her features into his memory, as a keepsake. This was the one picture he would carry with him for the rest of his life. He pressed his lips against hers, gently and tentatively at first; an exploration. Then it got deeper as passion overrode them, and he laid her down in their makeshift bed. He thrust his tongue into her mouth, and she willingly excepted it. She suckled on it slightly, and then continued to explore his mouth. He moved his weight on top of her and placed a hand on her breast. Through the thin material, he fingered the nipple, circling it, and repeating the motions in the moist cave of her mouth. She moaned into his mouth. He felt heady with desire, and broke away from her, and moved down the buttons of her silk blouse. He stealthily slipped each button out of it's hole, going slowly down her chest, brushing his fingers along her newly exposed skin. His motions sent shivers down her spine and throughout her body. She could feel the moistness starting between her legs. He opened up her blouse to expose the slim white lace bra that encased her breasts. He sighed inwardly. Now was not the time for sadness. He lay back down on her and kissed her again. His fingers played with the clasp that was at the front of the bra. She ran her hands tantalizingly up and down his back. He broke away again and helped her wiggle out of her blouse and bra. He studied her once more in the dim moonlight. It cast shadows everywhere, and accentuated the pale skin that was now full exposed to him. He brought his mouth to her breast, and suckled gently, then a little harder. While he did this, she played with the buttons on his shirt. She slipped it off of his broad shoulders, and dug her fingers into the firm muscle that rippled underneath his skin as he continued to lick and suck on her nipples. His roaming hands unfastened the snap and the zipper that held her pants in place. He couldn't help but notice how loose they were around her waist. They slid easily off of her hips, and he pulled her against him, bringing his lips to hers once more. He slipped his hand under the elastic of her panties, and cupped her butt, squeezing slightly. Her breathing quickened. She was growing impatient. She wanted more. She wanted all of him. His fingers slipped around to her front, and they brushed along the course hairs that grew above her pleasure. They found her hot center, and he placed a finger inside. She groaned, a deep guttural sound that reverberated in his groin. He moved his finger back and forth in side her. She started to pant as the pleasure built up inside her. Her mewls turned him on more, and he removed his finger from it's place inside of her, and pulled her panties down. He spread her legs wide, and brought his mouth down around the soft insides that became exposed to him. She tasted so sweet. Her hands found his hair, and she stroked it as he flicked his tongue over the sensitive nub between her lips. He ate her sweetness until she could take it no more, and she convulsed in his mouth, great waves of satisfaction overcoming her. He nuzzled her for a moment and then undid the buttons on his jeans. She helped him slide them down, and took his boxers down with them. She took his shaft in her hand, and started to suck on it's head without a second thought. It was his turn to groan in ecstasy. She worked her magic on him, licking and suckling, until he felt like he was ready to explode. But he wasn't ready to come yet. He pushed her back, and pressed himself against her, his erection hard and needing. He kissed her as she placed him in her slick, hot center. With one stroke, he was fully inside of her. He would thrust himself in her, and then withdraw, and then trust, and then withdraw, the pleasure mounting on the both of them as he slowly played his game. When he knew that she was near her orgasm, he sped up, and kissed her roughly. In and out, in and out he went, and then she came, and she bit on his tongue lightly as she spasmed around his length. He let out a gasp as he came just then, and they rode the waves of pleasure and passion together. They lay together, panting. He withdrew from her, and held her against him in spoons fashion. They were both spent. He wanted to hold her like this forever, and then reality struck him. He squeezed her tight, afraid to let her go, afraid of the next day when she would no longer be his to hold, or to love. Sensing his unease, she turned around to face him. They only had a few minutes before he had to go. She hoped that the semen that had flowed into her would harbor a baby that she could love and hold, knowing that she would never see him again. It would be her keepsake. They dressed slowly, helping one another, touching and stroking eachother in order to keep from crying. They needed to feel one another, know the warmth. He kissed her again, a kiss that swept her off her feet; a lover's kiss. And then a bright light blared around them, and she looked up unbelieving. She couldn't see anything except the blinding light. It flowed around him like a halo, and his eyes spoke volumes to her- love, hate, fear, anger, regret, passion, revenge, loss- all in one moment. It was time. Time for him to go. He clutched her to him, and hugged her hard. "I love you, Dana Katherine Scully. Always remember that." He whispered in her ear. His figure wavered under her grasp, as she repeated his words. "I love you, Fox William Mulder." And then the lights were gone, and she was left holding on to thin air. She screamed in agony into the silent night, her voice echoing into the wilderness around her. She collapsed to the ground where they had only minutes ago consummated their love, and cried. He was gone. She would never see him again. But she would live. She huddled in the grass, and wept until the sun came up. Sometimes she would come back to this secluded field, in hopes that he one day would be returned to her loving arms. But he never was. She would stare at the stars, and watch them in wonder, unsure if that was where he really was. It brought her comfort though. One day, many years later, her son buried her there, and he watched the stars where he knew his father must be, in much the same fashion his mother had. El Fin Did you like? Any and all responses are welcome.