From: Nicole Baker <nebaker@yahoo.com>
Date: Sun, 18 Feb 2001 21:02:34 -0800 (PST)
Subject: xfc: FIC:  The Miracle II, post episode, MSR
Source: xfc

Title:  The Miracle II
by:  Agent Diana Fowley
Email:  agtdianafowley@yahoo.com
website:  www.geocities.com/agtdianafowley/index.html
Category:  MSR, post episode 
Keywords:  MSR
Rating: NC17
Spoilers:  This takes place following the story
Miracle witch I just posted.  If you don't read that
first then this will just be a smut biscuit.  There
are spoilers from Per Manum and All Things.  This
actually takes place during All Things

Feedback:  It's a great payment since I do this for
free.

Summary:  This is what happen after Scully gives
Mulder the news that the IVF didn't work. 

The Miracle II
Agent Diana Fowley

I woke on Mulder's couch with his scent surrounding
me.  I pulled the wool blanket that was covering me up
to my chin and basked in the warmth it provided.  I
rolled from by position on my side to by back and
exhaled as I opened my eyes.  

"Welcome back to the land of the living," I heard
Mulder say.  

I turned my head and found him relaxing in the chair
across from me, head propped on his fist.  "What are
you doing?" I asked.

"Watching you," he said, eyes never leaving mine.

I smiled and sat up, keeping the blanket around me. 
"What time is it?" I ask as I stretched my arms above
my head.  I felt refreshed and renewed.  I guessed it
had more to do with my recent enlightenment at the
Buddhist temple than my nap.

"Close to midnight.  You've been asleep for an hour or
so," he responded, his eyes racking over me as I
realigned my body.  

His gaze unsettled me a bit but I made no move to
conceal myself from him.  Things had changed between
us.  We weren't officially a couple but I think we
were as close as the two of us would ever get.  We're
in love with each other but I don't think words will
ever be able to express the depth of those feelings. 
We'd kissed.  We'd held each other into the morning. 
We'd discussed our plans for the future.  We'd
discussed children together.  He had donated for my
unsuccessful in vitro procedure.  He'd mourned with me
we it didn't take.  He'd agreed to help me try to
conceive again only this time we would try an in vivo
instead of in vitro.

Even though we had planned on having sex, we hadn't
dated in the conventional sense.  We'd never curled
under a blanket together on a rainy.  I'd never
received a dozen red roses or a heart-shaped box of
chocolate, but I felt like I had received so much
more.  No action could ever come close to what we'd
shared with each other the last seven years. 

What we had done was become more comfortable with each
other.  We'd stopped trying to hide our gazes of the
other's body.  We'd been more open with each other
about our wishes, desires, and feelings.  We'd danced
once, when we were in Hollywood for the opening of
that stupid movie.  It wasn't the dance of lovers, no
matter how close he pulled me to him.  It was the
dance of two people who needed to be that close to
survive.  

Now he was watching me.  This gaze was one of deep
love and commitment but behind it there was a spark of
something deeper...something more.  "I'm sorry I feel
asleep."

"No you're not," he said, a smiling pulling at his
full lips.  "And neither am I....I love watching you
sleep.  I love imagining what you are dreaming about. 
You look so relaxed, so beautiful."

The conversation was taking on a dangerous tone.  I
felt like he was pushing me and pulling me at the same
time.  I was drawn to him, deeply attracted to him.  I
wanted to make good on my promise to him.  I wanted
him.  I wanted to try and conceive a child with him. 
That, I think, is what was scaring me the most.  I
wanted him to want me, not just as the mother of his
child, but as me.  I was scared that the desire I
think I was reading in his eyes was a desire to make
this work, a desire to get me pregnant, and not a
desire for a more intimate relationship with me. 

"It's not the right time Mulder.  It will be a few
more days before it will be the right time to try."

This seemed to upset him and he lowered his eyes to
his lap and shook his head.  

"Mulder," I said wanting to apologize.  "I just don't
want you to have to...."

His eyes snapped back to mine and my breath froze in
my throat.  It was there again, the look of desire in
his eyes.  He raked them over my body again and I knew
that he was looking at me.  He was seeing me and I
never felt so needed or wanted in my life.  

"Then I suggest we get started.  I think both of us
could use a few days of practice," he said, never
taking his eyes from mine.  He was holding his breath,
waiting for me to respond.  This made my heart rate
increase and my blood vessel dilate.  My body had made
up my mind for me, I was aroused.  We were going to do
this.  

I stood, folded his blanket and laid it across the
back of his leather couch.  I could feel his eyes on
me but continued.  I walked past him and into his
bedroom.  I heard him exhale as I crossed the
threshold.  

I just had enough time to lay my jacket across the end
of the bed when his arms wrapped around me and he
pressed the full length of his body against mine.  I
could feel him hard against me.  

He took my hands from where they were positioned at
the bottom of my green sweater and replaced them with
his own.  I expected him to pull my sweater over my
head but he didn't.  Instead he smoothed the sweater
over my stomach and wrapped his arms around me and
pulled me against him.  He placed a kiss on my head,
"I just want you to know, Scully, that as afraid as I
was that a child would come between us, I am more
afraid that this will.  Not because either of us will
regret it, but because it is so hard for us to be
vulnerable in front of each other.  We've both been
hurt so many times that it has become easier to shut
off our emotions than to open ourselves up for more
pain.  I just need you to know, no matter what
happens, I will never regret anything we've shared and
the moments that I spend with you are the happiest
times of my life."

I felt the tears come to my eyes but wouldn't allow
them to fall.  Instead I nodded against him and stood
in his embrace.  I let him run his hands in small
circled over my stomach.  After endless minutes his
hands brushed over my breast sending a jolt of
pleasure through my body.  It was like I finally
remembered why I had come in here in the first place. 
I spun in his embrace, threw my arms around his neck
and roughly pulled his lips to mine.  

His lips immediately parted under my assault and I
slipped my tongue inside.  He groaned into my mouth, a
sensation that sent chills throughout my body.  

Mulder quickly recovered from his shock and pushed his
hands under my sweater.  They quickly found the back
of my bra.  "Front," I groaned into his mouth.  He
growled, ran his hands down to the back of my thighs
and flipped me across the foot of his bed.

I let out a gasp of surprise and then smiled when I
saw the predatory look on his face as he loomed above
me.  I raised and eyebrow and he pounced.  In one
movement he had straddled me, pulled my sweater over
my breasts and unsnapped my bra.  I couldn't contain
my moan of please as he warm mouth surrounded my
nipple.  He answered with a moan of his own which felt
exquisite against my sensitized nipple.  

When he finished with one nipple he moved to the
other.  As he changed positions I was able to pull my
sweater over my head and fling it across the room.  I
felt a strange sensation across my chest and saw him
laughing.  "What?" I asked, my voice changed with
desire.

"I've just always figured you to be the kind of person
who would take the time of fold your cloth neatly,
even in the heat of the moment.  You're very orderly,"
he said, his chin resting on my chest between my
breasts.  He then crawled up my body so his face
hovered above me, his hands on either side of my head,
"That's one of you many qualities that is going to
make you a wonderful mother."

I smiled at him and raised myself off the bed and
captured his lips and mine.  When he broke apart he
trailed kissed down my body, paying special attention
to my breasts.  When he got to the hem of my skirt, he
nibbled around it as his hands worked on the zipper. 

Once he had freed me of my skirt, hose and panties, he
stood and looked me over.  Again, I was uncomfortable
under his scrutiny, but made no move to conceal myself
from him.  "Beautiful," he said as he crawled up my
body.  

He started with my forehead and trailed a line of
kisses down the center of my body.  When he got to my
patch of auburn curls, I said, "Mulder, you don't have
to..."

"Shhh...." he said. "Don't distract me or I'll have to
punish you."

I parted my legs and felt his tongue probing me. 
"You're strict, Mulder.  That's one of your traits
that going to make you a good father."

He laughed against me.  

"Oh God!" I moaned as his tongue circled my clit.  He
worked until he brought me right to the edge, then he
stopped.  I felt him shift so he was again above me. 
He nuzzled my nose with his own and I opened my eyes
to see his smiling face, very proud of his punishment.
 

I smiled back at him and before he knew it I had
flipped him onto his back and was straddling him.  I
pulled my body up his, making sure to run my hard
nipples and moist sex over his skin.  "That was not
very nice, Mulder," I whispered against his lips. 
"I'm going to make you pay, but not now.  Now I need
to feel you inside of me."

"That seems fair," he agreed and I kissed him.  Our
deep kiss became softer and more loving as I
positioned my body over kiss.  He gave me a series of
closed mouth kiss all over my face as I allowed him
into my body.  We both groaned as I settled against
him.  He was completely filling me, stretching me to
my limits, and it was all I could do not to go over
the edge.  

"Scully," he groaned and pulled me against him,
tucking my head under his chin.  "Believe in this,
Scully.  Believe in us.  Having you like this is proof
that miracles can happen."

I nodded against him and squeezed him tighter.  As I
did, he rolled us both over so he was on top.  He
pulled out and then captured my lips as he drove into
me for the first time.   "How do you want it, Scully?"
he asked as he continued to pump into me in slow, deep
strokes.  

I groaned underneath him.  He sped up slightly and I
panted his name.  "God, Scully.  You are driving me
crazy.  I'm so close."  

"Me too, Mulder," I said as I ran my hands down to his
back and dug my nails into his firm ass.  His moved
faster within me and raised my legs so they were
higher around his rib cage.  This put me in the exact
position I needed to be in.  He pumped into me three
more times before I felt myself contract around him.  

He screamed as he emptied himself inside of me.  I
said a prayer at that moment for a miracle.  They way
he panted my name, I believe he was saying a pray of
his own, one to my body to take his seed and make it
grow.  

He collapsed against me and I cradled his body, his
head on my shoulder, his hips between my legs.  After
a few minutes he tried to get up but I wrapped my legs
around his waist to prevent his warmth from leaving
me.  "I don't want to crush you," he said.

"I don't want to you leave," I countered.  He looked
into my eyes.  "This is the first time in a long time
I haven't felt empty inside."

He nodded and kissed me.  "I have an idea," he said
and he turned us so that we were both lying on our
sides, still connected.  "Good?" he asked as he kissed
me again.  

"Yeah," I said with a nod and kissed him back.  The
kiss quickly grew in passion.  I could feel myself
twitch around him, causing him to break the kiss with
a groan.  

"Are you trying to kill me?" he said, his voice full
of humor as he slipped from me.  "I'm not as young as
I used to be."

I laughed and he pulled me against him.  I kissed his
chest, "Mulder?"

"Hmmm?"

"Does it scare you?  I fact that this could really
happen?"

He seemed to consider my question for a moment. I
raised my head from his chest and he squeezed me
against him.  "Does it scare you?" he asked.

"That's so like you, Mulder, answering my question
with one of you own."

He simply shrugged and I laid my head back on his
chest, neither of us pressed the other for an answer. 
I knew that like everything else in our lives, that I
could survive anything with him by my side, even the
reality of this miracle.
 
The end.
Thank you for reading.
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