From: ephemeral@ephemeralfic.org
Date: Tue, 15 Aug 2000 00:18:12 -0500
Subject: Let the Moments Come as They Will by Mary S.
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Title: Let the Moments Come as They Will
Author: Mary S.
Feedback to: danascully37@hotmail.com
Rating: R for sexual situations
Classification: MSR
Spoilers: Slight ones for the pilot and all things
Disclaimer: They don't belong to me. Chris Carter has 
that pleasure.
Summary: The events that occurred after the end of 
all things.



She wasn't really asleep. It was a test to see what 
he would do.  She felt his warm fingers gently brush 
her face as he rearranged her hair; smoothed it back 
from her face.  She almost smiled to herself as he 
tucked the blanket around her as if she were a child 
he was putting to bed for the night. If she had her 
way, though, he wouldn't be thinking of her as a 
child shortly.
     She heard him brushing his teeth and crept into 
his bedroom.  His back was to her as she leaned 
against the bathroom door. He straightened after 
rinsing and caught sight of her in the mirror.
   "Jeez, Scully. You scared me. I thought you were 
asleep." He dried his face off with a hand towel.
   "I didn't mean to startle you, Mulder," was all 
she said. She just stood there, draped against the 
door- frame, lazily tracing her finger up and down 
the wall.  Up and down.  Up and down.  All the while 
staring at him through heavy lidded eyes.
     Mulder half smiled. "Scully," he began, but he 
trailed off, his eyes following her finger.  Up and 
down. Up and down.
   Their eyes met and her finger stilled.  The 
temperature in the room seemed to raise twenty 
degrees. They continued to gaze into each other's 
eyes.  Scully licked her lips and Mulder felt like he 
had been punched in the gut. He swallowed hard, still 
not taking his eyes from hers.  The tension in the 
air was almost tangible, and still they held each 
other's eyes for what seemed like an eternity.
   Finally, when he could stand it no longer, Mulder 
closed the distance between them. He grabbed the back 
of her head and lowered his mouth to hers. Kissing 
her like he had always wanted to, with all the 
passion that he had ever felt for anything or anyone 
in his entire life.  He loved this woman, he 
realized, as the kiss continued.  He had loved her 
from the moment they stood in the rain in the 
cemetery and realized Billy Miles was taking his 
friends into the forest under the control of some 
unknown force. His head was spinning and his knees 
felt weak, but he swept Scully into his arms despite 
that.
     
     Scully found herself in Mulder's arms and she 
knew with all her heart that it was the right place 
to be.  It had taken seeing Daniel again to realize 
that Mulder was the one she was supposed to be with. 
It was Mulder that she truly loved. The realization 
struck her and she pulled his mouth back down to hers 
while he still held her.  His mouth was like a fiery 
brand on hers as he gently laid her on his bed. Her 
hands thrust through his hair and she marveled at how 
soft it was. His lips traveled over her face, softly 
before returning to her mouth.  If she had known how 
kissing him would be, she would have done it years 
ago. She couldn't get her fill of the glory of his 
mouth, the taste of him. It would be forever burned 
into her brain. He pulled away for an agonizing 
moment to remove his sweatshirt and carelessly toss 
it aside. She ran the back of her hands over his lean 
torso once before pulling him back down into her 
embrace, trailing kisses over his hard chest. 

     He rolled onto his back, pulling her along until 
she was above him.  Slowly she removed her jacket and 
shirt, all the while watching him watching her. His 
hands skimmed over the swell of her breasts. He 
smiled slightly.  Black underwear always had a 
profound effect on him.  He saw her eyes widen as the 
evidence of his arousal became more prominent, and 
then they took on a wicked gleam as she lowered her 
mouth to his. His hands went around her back and 
expertly unfastened her bra with a flick of his 
fingers, earning him a small chuckle from her. 
Sliding it off her shoulders he casually tossed it in 
the same direction as his sweatshirt.

     The rest of their clothes seemed to magically 
disappear until they were both bare in each other's 
arms.  Mulder kissed her for, what seemed to Scully, 
about the millionth wonderful time and paused above 
her to tenderly gaze into her eyes.  His hands framed 
her face and he whispered, "I love you." He caressed 
her cheek. "I've wanted to tell you for so long." Her 
eyes filled with tears as she whispered back, "I love 
you, too."
 
     Mulder felt the sting of tears in his own eyes 
as she spoke the words he had wondered if he would 
ever hear from her. And as he entered her, he felt 
like he had finally come home.  His mouth smothered 
her gasp as he began to move inside her, filling her 
completely. 

     They moved together fluidly, as one body. Scully 
felt as though she were soaring up and up until the 
world exploded in a shower of sparks. When she 
started coming back to earth she faintly heard him 
cry out her name and stiffen with his own release.


     They lay together afterward, whispering words of 
love and tenderness.  Mulder thought he would never 
get tired of touching her.  Of course if he had his 
way, they would never leave his bed.
     "Let's stay here forever, Scully," he said to 
her sleepily, wrapping his arms around her as she 
moved to get up.
     "I'd love to, Mulder," she said, ruffling his 
hair.  "But I have to go home and change.  You sleep 
now. I can let myself out." And she kissed him 
briefly on the lips as he reluctantly let her go.
    
     Pulling her shirt down, Scully studied herself 
in the mirror, thinking about how she had finally 
stayed in the moment.  And she had no regrets about 
this particular choice because she knew it was the 
right one.  She ran her fingers through her hair and 
walked back into Mulder's bedroom to get her jacket. 
As she shrugged it on, she looked down at his 
sleeping form and smiled very slightly before walking 
out.

    When Mulder woke up, he wondered if it had all 
been a very realistic dream.  He stretched his arms 
out above his head and rubbed his eyes.  Donning some 
shorts, he padded out to the living room and there he 
saw the note. It read: 
   Mulder,
      I put a pot of coffee on for you. Hope you 
slept well. I'll see you at work.
                Scully
P.S. I love you.


   "Guess it wasn't a dream," he said softly, and 
went to the kitchen to get some coffee, smiling 
happily.


The End