From: Diana Fowley Date: 1 Jun 2004 19:58:30 -0700 Subject: xfc: REPOST: STORM (NC17) Source: atxc Title: Storm Author: Agent Diana Fowley Email: agtdianafowley@yahoo.com Website: www.geocities.com/agtdianafowley Go check out other stories!! Category: MSR, angst Rating: NC-17 for sex Spoilers: small ones, nothing important. Summary: Mulder and Scully find themselves in the calm before the storm. Disclaimer: Not mine, no money, don't sue. Thanks, Today Poplar Bluff Suites Poplar Bluff, MO 8pm "You want the bathroom first, Scully, or can I jump in the shower?" I look up at him over the top of my laptop. There is a dark V of sweat on the front of his otherwise light grey t shirt. His hair is damp and clinging to his forehead. He always looks good coming back from a jog. "Go ahead," I say with a wave of my hand. "I won't be long," he promises as he jogs into the bathroom. The last few days have been interesting to say the least. Mulder and I have been living together. Well....actually we have been sharing a hotel room. It's a nice hotel room, a suite actually. It has a small sitting area and a little wet bar and fridge. It's much nicer than most of the dumps we inhabit. Oh, and it has only one bed, a double. Before you get a head of yourself....we are sharing the bed but we are not having sex. Though I don't think either of us would mind if that happened. Mulder and I are not involved in that way. Then why are we sharing this room? Well, we were sent to a small town in the boot heel of Missouri to investigate a series of bizarre chicken slaughters....... Two Days Ago Poplar Bluff, MO 11pm After a long day of travel and a long day of trudging knee deep in chicken shit and chicken carcasses, we head to the only decent hotel in town, surprisingly it is all suites. The desk clerk, with her southern drawl, informs us that there is only one room left. I give Mulder an exhausted look and he steps up to the counter to deal with the situation. "Two beds?" he asks hopefully. "One," the clerk states. Mulder looks at me for approval. I just nod once. "Fine," he says and pulls out his credit card. When we get up the room I head straight into the bathroom, taking my suitcase with me. I change into the longish t-shirt I had packed for PJs, wash my face and head straight for the bed. When I get out of the bathroom Mulder takes his turn. I fall diagonally across the bed in exhaustion, my feet pointing toward the bathroom door. I can feel my shirt rise up to above my hips. I know that my panties are showing, but frankly I am too tired to care. Mulder has seen my naked, seeing my underwear is no big deal, right? I decide I am wrong...judging by his swift inhalation of air as he emerges from the bathroom. "Pink, Scully? I like," he says as he gives my ankle, which is hanging off the edge of the bed, a squeeze and a pull. I can't help but smile into the green flowered quilt. I pull my ankle from his grip and roll onto my right side. I bring my hand up and use my forearm to brush my hair away from my face. "Chicken's, Mulder? Really? Again?" He laughs and leans over me, a hand on either side of my knees. "Chickens are people too, Scully," he says with a smile. I take a moment to admire him. He is only wearing a pair of blue boxer briefs and that smile. "Blue, Mulder?" His smile gets wider and he grabs the hem of my t-shirt and pulls it back into place, covering my ass. He then gives my rear a playful slap. "You gotta move Scully so we can get under the covers." I roll off the bed and walk around to the right side of the bed. Mulder walks to the left and we both grab the covers and pull then toward the foot. Once they are neatly folded we crawl in. In our separate corners we each shift around trying to find a comfortable spot. It may be a nice hotel but it is not a comfortable mattress. Mulder ends up lying on his back with his arms folded under his head and I end up lying on my left side facing him, my nose inched from his right armpit. Mulder looks down at me and says, "Thank can't smell good Scully." "It doesn't," I say. "But it's really the only comfortable spot." "Here," he says and puts his right arm back down at his side. We both lay there for a few minutes. My pillow is too flat so I sit up and punch it a couple of times. Mulder takes the moment to try to find a comfortable place for his arm. I lie back down and blow out an annoyed puff of air. "Scully...get up here," he says. I sit up to look at him and figure out what the hell he is talking about. He stretches his arm across my pillow and looks down at me. I smile, shake my head. Then I move up the bed and rest my head on Mulder's shoulder. I drape my arm across his bare chest and he brings his arm around my back and hugs me to him. "Comfortable?" His asks. I give a satisfied hum in agreement. Who knew Mulder would make such a good pillow? "How 'bout you?" I ask through a yawn, not moving my head from its place on Mulder's chest. "Good," he says, also yawning. "Really good." Current Time Poplar Bluff, MO Poplar Bluff Suites 8pm The next thing I knew I was waking up in the exact same position the next morning. At what point did Mulder and I become so comfortable with each other, I wonder..... I am still debating our new found comfort level when Mulder emerges from the bathroom, a cloud of steam following him. "All yours," he says. I watch him walk toward his suit case. I think he feels my eyes on him because he locks his gaze with mine. "Get a good look, Scully?" he asks, a smile tugging at his lips. I go ahead and give him a once over. Then I reconnect with his eyes. He simply raises his eyebrows and then turns to pull some boxers out of his suitcase. "Keep watching, Scully," he says as his hand reaches for the small, thin, hotel towel wrapped around his waist. "You're in for the thrill of your life." And, I assume, a bit of payback for the night before. I keep looking at him and him at me...a challenge in his eyes. I watch as he starts to pull on the towel. When it starts to fall I look back at the computer screen in front of me...missing the show. "What's a matter Scully? Didn't think you could handle it?" I wait until I am sure his boxers are back on, close the lid to the computer and stand. "I know I can handle 'it,' Mulder," I say in what I consider my sexiest voice. I gather my PJs and clean underwear and head into the bathroom, leaving a shocked Mulder in my wake. When I enter the bathroom I inhale deeply. It smells of Mulder. Everything of mine smells of Mulder, I think, a smile pulling at my lips. I guess that is what happens when you share such a small place with someone. I strip off my clothes and start the water. When the temperature is correct, I step in. I look around and see my shampoo sitting next to Mulder's, my razor next to Mulder's, my bath puff next to Mulder's wash cloth, my body wash next to Mulder's soap. The funny thing is...I like it. I like being this close to him. I like this new ease between us. I don't know when this change occurred. We have always been close. We have always been friends but there was always a tension. We were never this at ease with each other. We were never this relaxed around each other. Even a few weeks ago there would have been tension with us this close. We would have been at each other's throats or in each other's pants. I always assumed that the tension was due to the attraction between us, unresolved sexual tension. But if that was the case....when did that tension resolve? Did I miss it? To this point in our relationship we have kissed, what twice? On New Year's Eve of the millennium? Has it been that long ago? One simple chaste kiss in the waiting room of that hospital and one longer, sweeter kiss when I dropped him off at his apartment. I remember thinking, "This is it. This is when things are finally going to change between us." Then they didn't. We showed up for work the next day and things were still the same. There was still tension between us after that. I know there was because I was on high alert waiting for signs of a change in our relationship. Was it after we shared his bed for the first time? The night he returned from England and I told him about Daniel. I though for sure he was going to kiss me that night, either that or I was going to kiss him. There was this thing in the air between us, this electricity. The air felt heavy and alive just like it does before a storm rolls in. Then I feel asleep on his couch. He let me rest for a while. The he woke me and led me to his bed. He kissed my forehead and we slept side by side. Not touching. Nothing sexual. Nothing. Just friends. That couldn't have been the point of resolution. Besides, I'm pretty sure that the tension remained. Maybe it wasn't sexual tension. Maybe Mulder isn't attracted to me. Maybe....No, I don't believe that for an instant. Especially after last night..... The previous evening Poplar Bluff Suites Poplar Bluff, MO 10 pm Another day of investigating chickens. Chickens! It is after 10pm when we finally make it back to the hotel. I figure we should stop at the desk and see if a second room is available, but I really don't want to. I liked sleeping in Mulder's arms. I liked waking up in his arms. I don't know if there would be a replay tonight but I not going to be the one to get a second room and eliminate my chance. As we walk by the front desk, Mulder pauses and looks back at me. I just raise an eyebrow to say, 'go ahead and get another room if you want one.' He smiles and turns toward our room and I follow. Once inside I immediately take off my shoes. I know my $300 three inch heels aren't always a wise choice for investigating chicken houses but I am a slave to fashion. When I look up I see Mulder sitting on the edge of the bed flipping through the TV channels. "I'm gonna grab a shower Mulder, do you need anything out of the bathroom?" He looks up at me and shakes his head. I head to the bathroom, happy for the chance to wash the smell of the day off of me. After my shower I comb my hair and begin to dry off. Then I realize that in my haste to get clean I left my PJs in the room. Wonderful. Moments like this make me wish that I had my own room. Oh well, I think as I cinch the miniature hotel towel around my body and head into the bedroom. Mulder is laying back on the bed, his eyes glued to an episode of Seinfeld. I walk in front of the TV to get to my suit case which is sitting in front of the mirror on the dresser, and hear a sharp in take of breath from Mulder's direction. "You got anything on under that towel, partner?" he asks, his voice low and gravelly. "I left my t shirt in my suitcase," I respond. "I think I like this look better," he says as he gets off the bed and heads toward me. I don't know what do say or do. I watch him in the mirror, coming at me. When he is standing directly behind me, I turn to face him. He gives me a once over. Under the intensity of his stare I start to loose my grip on the towel. I need to readjust it so I turn my back to Mulder once again. I open the towel a bit, and wrap it more snuggly around me. From behind me I hear a moan. I look into the mirror and see Mulder falling back onto the bed. Oh shit, the mirror. I guess I just gave Mulder a little show. "Sorry, Mulder," I say. I should be embarrassed but I'm not. I've been embarrassed every other time he has seen me naked....Antartica....the decomtamination shower. Why isn't it bothering me this time? "Was that a free show, Scully or am I gonna have to pay for that one later," he cracks from his recumbent position across the bed. "Oh, you'll pay, Mulder," I turn to him and say. He smiles and then pushes himself off the bed. "I look forward to it," he says, places his hand on my head and mussing my hair. Then, "I'm taking a shower," he announces as he grabs a clean pain of boxers and heads for the bathroom. I finish putting my panties on and pull my t-shirt over my head and then crawl into the bed. I lay on my side, facing away from the bathroom door and immediately fall asleep. I am awakened a few minutes later by a dip on the other side of the bed. Then I feel Mulder press his entire body against the back of mine and throw his arm around me. "Scully?" he says, he nose buried in my hair. "Hmm?" "Is this okay?" I scoot myself back and more firmly against him. "Perfect," I say and drift back to sleep. Present Time Poplar Bluff Suites Poplar Bluff, MO 8:30 pm When I woke up the next morning Mulder was already out of bed and in the bathroom getting ready. We spent the rest of the day determining that the chickens were being used as part of a pagan ritual. As far as I could tell a local little league team, who had watched 'Major League' one to many times, was so determined to make it to the Missouri State Games in Jefferson City that they were sacrificing chickens to Jo Boo. Jo Boo was found in the dugout of a local ball park in a pool of blood, chicken blood. When I emerge from the bathroom, Mulder is already in bed. I quietly walk around to the other side of the bed and get in, trying not to wake Mulder. When I settle in and turn toward Mulder I realize that his eyes are open and he's watching me. "Scully, can I ask you something?" I lay facing him. Both our heads are on the pillows, our faces are inches apart. "Sure," I say. "Do you feel it, Scully? Do you feel the change?" I wrinkle my brow in confusion. Then understanding hits me and my brow relaxes, he's talking about the change between us. "Yes," I say simply. Our voices are low and secretive; our faces are so close together I can feel his words as small warm puffs of air. It reminds of when Melissa and I would crawl into the same bad and talk late at night in hushed tones so we wouldn't be heard by the rest of the family. "It's all I can think about, Scully. I took a run today to try to clear it out of my head but I couldn't. It sticks with me. I can't quite figure out what's happening." "Do you like Mulder? Do you like us now?" "Yes." "I do too," I admit and he smiles. "What's going on between us Scully?" he asks, his brows knit together, waiting for answers from me. "I don't know, Mulder. I don't know," is all I can say, because I don't. I wish I did. I wish he had the answers for me. "Hmmm..." he says in response. "I guess it doesn't matter." He looks over my face for a bit longer and then pulls a one hand out from under the covers and brushes my damp hair away from my face. His finger brushes against my lips and a spark flies through my body and lands between my legs. I take his hand with mine and intertwine our fingers, kiss his hand and rest our hands on the pillow between us. He picks them up again and kisses my hand before returning them to their resting place. We lay there looking into each others eyes. I am completely calm. I am completely relaxed. I am at ease under Mulder's scrutiny. Then the room lights up as lighting races across the sky. It's followed a few seconds later by a crash of thunder. We both jump and break eye contact. I pull my hand from Mulder's and roll onto my right side so I can look toward the window and maybe catch a glimpse of the storm. I feel Mulder moving next to me. He gets out of bed, pulls on a pair of jeans and then opens the door. I can hear the first few drops of rain as they bounce off the concrete and cars outside. I watch Mulder as he watches the storm. He turns to me, "You gotta see this, Scully." I push the covers back and grab a pair of jeans from my bag and slip them on. I join Mulder at the open door. I can see the line of rain, like a wall of water, just at the end of the parking lot. It's not coming any closer, its just there. I duck under the arm that Mulder had braced against the doorframe and step out of the room. Lightning once again fills the sky followed by a louder boom of thunder. "This is amazing," I say and watch the storm, waiting for it to come closer, waiting for it to envelope the hotel. The wind picks up and the cool breeze makes me shiver. Mulder comes up behind me and encircles me in his arms. "I love watching storms. I have since I was a kid," he admits. I lean back against Mulder. He starts to gently sway back and forth with me in his arms. "I love the smell of the rain. I love the electricity in the air. It just feels like everything is full of this....this energy." I turn in Mulder's arms and give him a squeeze before I step back. He releases me. I sit on the stoop and pat the spot next to me for him to join me. He sits so close that our hips and shoulders are touching. He gently bumps my knee with his and I look up at him and he smiles down at me. I turn my attention back to the storm. After a few more minutes of watching the wall of water, I look back up at Mulder and see that he is watching the rain. I lay my head against his shoulder and he immediately puts his arm around me to pull me closer. "I meant what I said before, Scully. I like this....I like us like this." "Me too," I say. Then it hits me. I know what's going on between us....the calm before the storm. I smile at my little revelation look up at Mulder. Mulder returns the smile and says, "What?" "The calm before the storm," I say. He considers this for a moment and then asks, "Is the storm good or bad?" "Don't know yet. Storms are wonderful to look at but they can leave a lot of destruction in their wake. I don't know if I'm ready to be caught up in one." As if to illustrate my point, lightning cuts across the sky. The heavens are still lit up when the thunder crashes. The storm is getting closer but the rain hasn't moved. It stays at the edge of the parking lot, less than 20 yards from us. I can feel the moisture, I can taste the rain, I can smell the storm, I can feel the electricity in the air but technically I still on the outskirts I am not part of this storm, just an observer. Mulder considers my answer. "Is it the calm before the storm or are we simply taking refuge in the eye of the hurricane?" he asks. I pick my head off his shoulder and look and turn to face him. "I don't think it matters, there is a storm ahead of us either way." "So, back to my earlier question...is a storm good or bad?" I look across the parking lot and see that the storm has not moved any closer or any further away. The wind has picked up, blowing my damp hair into my face. I try to push it back so I can watch the rain, "I guess we'll have to wait and see." He helps me push the hair out of my eyes. "How long?" he says as his eyes search mine for the answer. God, I wish I knew. I wish I had the answer. When I don't respond he says, "I tired of waiting." He stands up and looks down at me. He offers his hand, "Aren't you tired of waiting?" "Yes," I say and take his hand and let him pull me to my feet. He smiles at me. Then he turns and walks toward the edge of the parking lot, into the storm. I laugh and shake my head at him. "Come on, Scully!" he yells from under a shower of rain. I take a step forward, watching him the entire time. Then I take another step as he leans his head back letting the rain hit his face. I slowly proceed toward him and he stands back up and uses his hands to wipe the water away from his face. He looks at me and watches my progress. When I'm within arms reach he grabs me and pulls me into the storm. "Ahhhh!" I scream as the cold water assaults me. We look at each other and laugh. I look up into the sky and let the drops hit my face. It feels wonderful. When I turn back to Mulder he is staring at me. I glance down and see that my white t shirt is clinging to my body. My nipples stand at stark relief against the material. I am sure it is nearly transparent. "Another thing you like about storms?" I say and he smiles. We stand in the rain, feet apart, and look at each other. I watch the water run down Mulder's bare chest. I admire the way his wet jeans have molded themselves to his body. I watch his toes wiggle against the cold, wet concrete. I look back up at him and say, "Mulder, what are we doing?" I finally ask. "Getting wet?" he says with a wink and a smile. "That's not what I mean," I say but I can't help but smile. "I don't know," he says taking a step closer to me. "Are we just waiting for this storm to pass or are we finally gonna take advantage of it?" I take a step closer to him. "Can I tell you a secret?" I ask. His answer is muffled by thunder. But I do see him nod an affirmative. I lean toward him, "I've been waiting for you to make a move." I lean back. He is regarding me, considering my admission. I wait. Finally he takes a step forward. He lifts his hand from his side and touches my face. I feel the electricity pass between us. It has more voltage than the charge in the air. He leans toward me, his face coming nearer to mine. I am sure he is going to kiss me and my eyelids fall shut, waiting for his touch. Then I feel his breath in my ear, "I have been waiting for you, too, Scully. Who's going to be brave enough to take the step?" Then his touch is gone. I open my eyes and see that he has moved back a step or two and he is watching me. I bring my arms up and cross them over my chest, blocking his view of my breasts. I see disappointment cross his features and I smile. "You've seen enough for free, I'm gonna have to start charging you." "My wallet is back in our room," he says, a challenge. "Well then, I suggest we go get it," I say. He smiles. I smile. Then lightening surges across the sky. "Race ya!!" I yell and take off for the room. I can't hear his footsteps behind me because of the rain, but I know he's there. I reach the covered porch and stop. The storm has moved. The rain has crossed the last 20 yards of parking lot and is now on top of our room. While I am contemplating this last metaphor, Mulder races by me then I feel his hand enclose my arm and I am being pulled into the room. Before I can fully register what is happening, Mulder practically tackles me to the bed. We both bounce. I can't help but laugh and I hear the same glorious sound coming from him. We end up lying across the bed. I am on my back and Mulder is on his right side, half on the bed, half on top of me. I let my head fall to the bed with my eyes closed. When I open my eyes I am staring into Mulder's eyes. All laughing ceases. God, I want him, is the only thought going through my mind. I lift my head off the bed and lightly press my lips against his. He doesn't respond. I let my head fall back to the mattress and look into his eyes. I can't read what's there but I've never seen it before. I lift up again and press my lips against his more firmly. I run my tongue over his full bottom lip. I feel him smile against me and then he responds. He pushes his tongue roughly into my mouth. I gratefully accept his intrusion as I suck his tongue further into my mouth. We both moan. The kiss is full of passion. He gets his hands underneath me and pulls me closer to him. I wrap my arms around his back. He sits up taking me with him, his mouth never leaving mine. When I pull back again we are both gasping for air. "You are so beautiful," Mulder says. He sits up, grabs my face with his hands and pulls me back to him. He tastes like coffee, sunflower seeds and the mint from his toothpaste. The passion of the kiss is overwhelming. The sounds he is making are driving me insane. My hands make there way into his hair, weaving my fingers through his wet strands. Mulder releases my head and drops his hands to my waist. He runs his hands up and down my sides, counting my ribs with his fingers. After a couple of passes, his thumbs brush the undersides of my breast. I gasp and he groans. Mulder lowers me back to the bed and covers me with the weight of his body. God, it feels amazing. He feels amazing. He shifts and I feel him hard against my leg. I moan and he grinds against me. His right hand finds my breast. He gently cups my breast, lifting it, testing its weight. Then he pinches my nipple. I gasp and arch my back into his hand. "Scully, God, Scully you feel amazing." "Mulder, you feel amazing, too." He brings his lips to mine and we kiss again. This time I roll him on to his back and cover his body with mine. I take control of the kiss and soon we are covering each other's faces with gentle closed-mouth kisses. "Mulder," I say, between kisses. "I want you." "Scully," he says between kisses. "I have never wanted anyone as much as I want you." I smile and kiss him again. Then I sit back, straddling his hips. I run my hands over the hard muscle and wet skin of his chest. I can't believe that this is happening. I can't believe that we are finally going to do this. I look into his eyes and I see amazement and reverence in his eyes. I lift myself off of him. I take my hands and starting at his shoulders, run them down is chest, across his hard nipples and toward the waist of his pants. I stand up, my feet on the floor, Mulder's legs trapped between mine. I catch a belt loops with each hand and pull. He sits up as I take a step back from him. He looks momentarily confused until I cross my arms in front of me and grab the hem of my wet t shirt and slowly pull it up. When it is just below my breasts I stop, "If you want more, it's gonna cost ya," I tease. "I promise I will spend the rest of my life paying you back," he swears. I am touched by his sentiment so I decide to go easy on him and pull my shirt over my head. It lands with wet plop somewhere near the bathroom door. "Beautiful," he says. I smile and let him look. I let my hands glide down the moist skin of my body until I reach the button of my jeans. I slowly slide it through the hole and even more slowly I pull the zipper down. I watch Mulder as his hands grip and release the sides of the bed. I think I may be killing him. I decide to step it up a notch. I turn around so my back is too him. I let my jeans fall over my hips and then bend straight down to pull them off my feet. I hear Mulder moan and shift around on the bed. When I turn back around Mulder is still sitting on the edge of the bed but now his pants around undone. "I wanted to do that," I scold as I step toward Mulder. "Sorry," he says. He grabs the back of my head and pulls my mouth back to his. Our tongues lewdly meet in the air before our lips touch. I moan into Mulder's mouth. Mulder's hands slide from my hair onto my back. He leans back and tries to pull me on top of him, but I resist. Instead I kneel in front of him. "Oh God," he says when he opens his eyes and sees me between his knees. "You have no idea how many times I have imagined you there." "You have no idea how many times I have wanted to be here," I say running my hands up his thighs. I let my thumbs dig into the insides of Mulder's thighs and I advance them up his legs. When I reach the apex of his legs I give him a squeeze through his jeans. I continue my journey and grab the waistband of his jeans and underwear and pull. He lifts up his hips and I pull his boxers and jeans off his legs. I take a minute to stare at Mulder in all of his naked glory. "No free shows, Scully. You're gonna have to pay," he says. "I think we can negotiate a fair price," I respond. I lower my head and lick him from base to tip. His hips lift off the bed. He tastes amazing. I lower my head and take him into my mouth. "Oh God, Scully. That feels amazing but....." he says as I continue to slide him in and out of my mouth. "Scully, please.....I need to be inside you," he begs. I let him fall from my mouth and he grabs me under the arms and pulls me up to him. I straddle his lap and press my chest against his. I cover his mouth with mine. He kisses me so hard that I'm afraid my mouth will be bruised tomorrow. His hands come up and roughly cover my breasts. He pinches my nipples and I moan into his mouth. I feel his erection press into my center. I rub myself against him. I want him inside me so badly, but right now my panties are in the way. He reaches between us and attempts to pull them down. As he pulls I break the kiss and stand up so he can push my underwear down my legs. As soon as I kick them to the side I straddle him again and slide my hot, wet core down over his rock hard cock. He growls as I sheath him. I moan loudly myself. "Oh, Mulder," I say. "You feel amazing. I've wanted this for so long." "You too, Scully," he says. "You're so tight and wet. I can't believe this is happening." "Me either," I say as I start moving up and down on him. When I start moving he lies back on the bed taking me with him. I keep moving on him, enjoying the feel of my bare nipples rubbing against his chest. Before I know it Mulder flips me over and is on top of me. He strokes inside of me a couple of times. Then he stops and runs his fingers through my hair. I look up at him and his says, "This is perfect, Scully." I nod in agreement and lean up to kiss him. He takes my legs and pushes them up to my shoulders, spreading them even further apart and allowing him to sink even deeper into me. I groan and he started pumping into me. It only takes a few strokes before I feel my orgasm building. "Harder, Mulder," I say. He moans and starts pumping into me faster and harder. His pubic bone crushes my clit with each stroke sending me closer and closer to the edge. I reach my orgasm as lightning lights up the room. Mulder starts pumping faster and harder. He yells my names over a rumble of thunder as he empties himself into me. Then he collapses on top of me, pinning me to the mattress. I lay there, enjoying the feel of his weight on top of me. Then I notice the sound of rain outside. Another storm is moving through. I love listening to storms as I sleep. Mulder pushes himself off of me and rolls to his side of the bed. "Scully," he says. "That was amazing." "It was," I say as a roll toward him, my nose once again inches from his right armpit. He lifts his head off the pillow and smiles at me. "Get up here, Scully," he says. I scoot up the bed and rest my head on his shoulder. He wraps his arm around me and pulls me against him. "It's storming again," he says, noticing the rain for the first time. "It is," I say, placing kisses on his shoulder. He pulls me closer to him and we lay there in silence. I know he's not asleep because his breathing has not changed. I realized that for the first time on this trip, maybe the first time in a long time, I am uncomfortable in Mulder's presence. There is no ease between us. We are both lying here trying to figure out what to do or say to each other. "Mulder," I say and he turns his head toward mine. I can tell by the look in his eyes that he contemplating the same thing. "Scully," he says before I can continue. "I don't believe for an instant that anything that happens between us is or will ever be a mistake." "Me either," I say, looking deep into is eyes. "Go to sleep, Scully," he says, kissing my hairline. "Listen to the storm outside. Get some rest, we'll figure it all out in the morning." "We always do, don't we Mulder?" I say and give him a kiss on the lips before I settle back against him. I know we will. I don't believe this was a mistake. I just don't think that the years of tension and the few days of ease can easily be resolved by one night of unbelievable sex. I let my hand slide down his bare chest. I start to trace the line of hair that runs from his navel to his cock. "You better stop, Scully. I feel another storm-a-brewin;" Mulder says. I laugh and look up at him and see a smile on his face. I can't help but kiss him again, this time longer and deeper than the first. "We'll be fine, everything will be fine," I insist and he nods in agreement. He gives me a quick kiss and then rolls me onto my side and spoons behind me. I listen to the storm outside and let the rhythm of the falling rain lull me to sleep. The End Author's notes: I didn't mean for this to turn angsty, but it did. I think this might be truer to Mulder and Scully's characterization. The good thing is that I really want Mulder and Scully to have a happy ending so I have some ideas for a sequel....but only if you all want one, let me know. Send feedback.