From: Date: Mon, 27 Mar 2000 22:42:34 PST Subject: We Meet Again Source: xfc Disclaimer: If Mulder and Scully belonged to me they would be living together in Mulder's waterbed. Don't sue me. Title: We Meet Again Author: conspiracy Rated: NC-17 Spoilers: none I can think of Key Words: Mulder/Scully romance Classification: SRH Summary: Mulder visits Scully two years after she's left the FBI and moved away. We Meet Again by conspiracy I stand inside the airport terminal, nervously attempting to fix my hair with my fingers in the reflection of the window. The plane's already landed, passengers will be unloading soon, and I have one goddam strand of hair out of place. After several attempts (all failures) at moving the solitary auburn lock to the other side of my part, I become frustrated beyond recovery and run a hand through the hair in a final sign of defeat-- then let out an exasperated sigh as my reflection reveals it falling perfectly into place of its own accord. Usually I don't pay my hair much mind as long as it's decent and out of the way, but today is not usually. Passengers are beginning to unload. I sneak one last quick look at my reflection to make sure my hair hasn't begun to misbehave again in the split second I've been turned away, then head towards the gate to join the growing crowd of reuniting families and friends. My stomach twists and turns, doing flips in my abdomen as I approach the crowd. I haven't seen Mulder for two years. Two unbearably long years. We've talked on the phone and e-mailed occasionally-- well, more than occasionally-- but it's just not the same. I miss his face. I miss watching him while we're talking-- and when we're not. When I first left I could easily picture his expression with every phone call, I could hear his voice when I read his words over the computer screen, but as time's passed, the ability's worn out a little. I watch the passengers begin to unload the plane, scattering around in groups and beginning to head for the baggage claim. My heart skips a beat with every "Mulder-could-be-next." I remember part of our phone conversation from last night and smile to myself. I let my smile widen a little. Sometimes I wonder if there isn't a little truth behind our banter. Other times I wonder if I just want there to be. As I continue to stare at the boarding gate, a somewhat tall, brown-haired man who some might describe as lanky enters the terminal and begins to head towards me, a large duffel bag thrown over his shoulder. My heart skips several beats now. I had forgotten how gorgeous he was. Or maybe I just never let myself notice before. He approaches me with a large, lop-sided grin on his face that almost makes me cry for the joy of seeing it again. It takes all my will power to resist the urge to throw my arms around him and squeeze until he loses the capacity to breath. "Hey Scully. Fancy meetin' you here." I smile at him and his own grin broadens. He drops his duffel bag on the floor beside him and wraps his arms around me in a joyful embrace. My own arms go around his torso and I squeeze as tightly as possible. So much for self control. He returns the gesture and I feel like I'm going to suffocate, but am too happy to feel his embrace to even think of pulling away. His sent is still familiar despite the time apart. I nuzzle my head into his chest to emerse myself in it even more. He finally breaks the embrace and takes a step back to look at me. "Wow," he says, smiling widely. "You're really here." "*You're* really here." I smile back at him. In one swift motion, he brings his hands up to cup my face and dips his head down to press his lips to mine. My mouth comes open in shock and his tongue enters it slightly. I am too confused and startled to pull away or reciprocate and just stand there idly, feeling somewhat awkward in the middle of a dispersing, yet still rather large crowd. I don't even have time to savor the sensation before he stands back up and looks down at me, still smiling. I try to smile back at him, but my shock must show through in my features. "Sorry about that," he says, the smile still plastered on his face taking every possible ounce of sincerety away from his words. "I just couldn't help myself." I honestly have no idea what to say. I don't know what he expects from me. He looks to be amused at my loss for words. "Was it that good?" I smile at him sarcastically. "I've had better." That's a lie, but oh well. I can't let him think that he's had such an affect on me. He understands and grins at me, picking up his duffel bag and placing his hand on my lower back-- another feeling I've missed. "What'dya say we get something to eat. Got any decent food around here?" ******************************************** About an hour later, we sit across from each other at a small family style diner about 30 minutes from the airport. "So," Mulder begins, picking a french fry off his plate, dunking it in ketchup, and shoving it in his mouth all in one motion, "how's the slicin' and dicin' here in Utah?" "Well," I steal one of his fries and repeat Mulder's motions, "it's not quite as exciting as saving your ass 24/7," I smile at him, "but I'm enjoying it." "Cutting up dead people in Salt Lake City doesn't get a little boring after all those years of chasing aliens and guarding my -I'm not ashamed to say- fine ass?" I chuckle. "Some days it does. But there were times when hunting down flying saucers got a little old too." I regard him a little. "I do miss the company though." "And what about my ass?" I smile. "Well that seems to be gettin' a little old too, by my calculations. Besides, you've got someone else to cover it now. How are things going with you and Agent Cameron?" He shrugs, stuffing a few more fries in his mouth. "They're going. I mean, she's a great agent- intelligent, real hard worker. She's just a little too eager to believe in everything. Again and again I find myself raising objections to theories that would have been mine a few years ago." I smile. "You? Playing the skeptic? Now this I've gotta see." He chuckles a little then becomes slightly more serious. "Things have changed a lot since you left." He looks over me a few times. "But then some things never change, do they?" I look into his eyes and raise an eyebrow questioningly. "Such as?" He is silent for a few moments, studying me. "Did I ever tell you how beautiful you are?" I smile and roll my eyes a little. "Not that I recall." "Well, I should have." He remains serious. "I should have a long time ago." "Mulder?" My tone is slightly concerned. "Scully, do you think things might have been different if I had told you?" "Told me what? That I was beautiful?" He nods. "Different how?" "Would you have left when you did?" Oh god, is that what this is about? "Mulder, my leaving wasn't influenced by anything you did or said-- or didn't do or say. I just... I needed a change. I needed a different direction for my life, that's all." He's silent for a moment. "I want to believe that, Scully, I do, but..." He searches for words. "I can understand the need for a career change. What I can't understand is... Scully, why Utah? There are forensic pathologists in Washington. Or if not Washington, then Maryland, Connecticut, Massachusetts, anywhere. Why move over halfway across the country for a job you could get anywhere?" Now it's my turn to be silent. I need to choose my words carefully. "It wasn't just a career change, Mulder. I needed a fresh start. Maybe an actual life. I was just beginning to feel confined. Who am I kidding, I wasn't 'beginning' to feel that way, I had been feeling that way for at least two years before I left. Not just confined in work, but in life, every aspect of it. I guess moving was just another way of symbolizing that fresh start I needed." I pause. "I did have you, Mulder, and you have no idea how much that meant to me. But when one good friend is all you have going for you, it's just not enough to survive on." He's silent, considering my words I suppose, for what seems like a long time. He stares at his food, at the table, anywhere but at me. Then finally, he speaks. "And what if I hadn't been just a good friend?" His words catch me by surprise. Is that what all this is about? I feel a lump at the base of my throat. I swallow. "Well then, I suppose things might have been different in that case." "Is it too late?" "For what?" For us to be more than friends? For me to move back to Washington? "Us." He swallows. Perhaps the lump in my throat is contagious. "Is it too late for us to be more than friends?" My stomach does a summersault-- maybe three. "Not if you don't want it to be." He smiles and leans across the table to brush away one of my hairs that's gone astray. "I don't." "You don't want it to be too late or you don't want us to be more than friends?" He lets out a little chuckle. "I want us to be more than friends, Dana." I smile. "My first name doesn't sound right when you use it." He smiles back at me. "So what should I call you when we get married someday? Will we both be Mulder?" "Oh, I don't think we'll have that problem." The smile leaves his face. "What makes you think I'd ever change my last name?" Another glorious Mulder smile. "Sorry, Scully, must have been the male chauvonist pig in me rearing its ugly head again." I smile and reach across the table to move a lock of hair out of his eyes. His hair's gotten longer again. It makes him look like a little boy. "So, Mulder, if we're not friends, what are we exactly?" He gets a mischevious look in his eyes and grins at me. "Well, I guess the term lovers doesn't apply just yet, but I think that can be changed." "Pretty sure of yourself, aren't you?" I ask with a smile. "C'mon Scully, it's been 8 or 9 years, I'm only here for a week. I may be a gentleman, but I'm still a human being." "Well then, we'd better go back to my apartment, hadn't we?" We grin at each other as we stand up to leave. *********************************************** Mmmm... Mulder is kissing me... it's not like any kiss I've had before... he tastes... sweet... I can't think... I couldn't form a coherant sentence out loud for $1 million... mmm... He pulls back from me only enough to look into my eyes. He smiles and I giggle a little. The still present feel of his lips and toungue and the slight pressure of his hands on my hips as he presses me gently against the outside of my apartment door make me giddy-- which is definately not a word I often use to describe my feelings. He didn't even give me time to get out my key before he spun me around in the hallway and met my mouth with his. Now I see a spark in his eyes that I haven't seen in a long time-- not even when I was still in Washington. There's an excitement there, a mischieviuosness that I haven't witnessed since the beginning of our time together. It's like the look of anticipation before entering a top secret government site-- a time when most people would have fear, but Mulder only had the excitement of a little boy who was going out exploring. Now he is exploring in a different way. Where I feel nervousness and maybe even a little fear, Mulder feels thrilled, exulted. It gives me more strength to be able to see that in him. One of my neighbors opens their door down the hall and I quickly turn around to face mine, fumbling in my pocket for the key. Mulder drops his head down to my shoulder and chuckles in my ear. The vibration sends chills through my body. "I always figured you for an exhibitionist, Scully," he whispers in a low, gruff voice, still at my ear. I lean my head towards him to make him back away a little. "Only in my dreams, Mulder." This makes him chuckle more. Finally I retrieve the key and open the door swiftly, entering the apartment first and then shutting it as Mulder grabs his bag and follows behind. He looks around the small room slowly, taking it in, then sets his duffel bag beside the couch and turns to smile at me. "Looks familiar." I smile. Though this apartment is smaller than my old one, I've decorated it much the same. At the time I felt I was making a big change, but looking around at it, I realise just how similar it is. I really do have an unconcious (sometimes not so unconcious) fear of change. Here I quit my job, move over halfway across the country, and I still have to decorate my apartment exactly the same as it was before. I walk over to Mulder slowly and run my hands up his chest, kissing him lightly on the lips. "Like it?" "So far, but I still haven't seen the bedroom." He grins at me. I grin back and step away, leading him to the back. He follows me, taking his gray t-shirt off as he enters the room. I turn and sit down on the queen size bed smiling at him. "In a hurry, aren't we?" "Hey, like I said, I'm only here a week." He grins. "You think you can handle a week?" "Are you kidding? Scully, you've obviously under-estimated my physical stamina." I chuckle. "You'll be so worn out by next Wednesday we'll have to get you one of those little cars to ride to your gate in." He smiles, approaching me slowly. "You really think so, do you?" I giggle as he pushes me back on the bed playfully, still standing in front of me. He picks up one foot, then the other, taking off each high heel, then slides his hands up my legs slowly, pushing up my skirt and grabbing the waist of my nylons to pull them down as his hands make the trip back. I smile at him seductively as he does this and kick at him playfully when he finishes. He grabs my foot and kisses it lightly, a little grin on his face. I giggle and try to pull it back, but his grip is too tight. I glare at him playfully. "You think you're so tough?" He asks. "Let's just see what *you* can handle." He grins and gets down on his knees, crawling towards me and spreading my legs as his head gets closer to me. His hands reach up to push my skirt up farther to my waist and his hands remain on the back of my underwear. Softly, he leans forward and kisses me gently through my panties. I can feel his breath through the fabric and let out a small sigh despite myself. Then he moves his hands to the sides of my hips and pulls down my underwear slowly. Too slowly. "Mulder!" I shout at him in frustration. He looks at me and lets out a goofy smile. "You're sexy when you're pissed, you know that Scully?" I glare at him a little. Finally, he succeeds in releasing me completely from the small peice of white fabric, and before I can brace myself, his mouth is on me. I thrust forward violently in brief shock as my senses overload. His tongue traces my clit gently and I feel as if I'm going to orgasm right then and there, but I hold back. "Oh god... Mulder..." My words are breathy and incoherent. He speeds up only slightly but my nerves are so delicate that the change of pace sends me soaring, I thrust involuntarily once more and orgasm hard. Mulder lets his tongue leave me but places one last kiss on the crease of my folds before reaching his hands up to pull himself beside me on the bed. He simply lays there staring at me for a few moments as I recover, then reaches over to begin sliding my jacket off of my shoulders. I sit up and ease out of it, then stand to unbutton my skirt and let it fall to the ground as well. I stand before him wearing nothing but a bra and a small white t-shirt. He stands up to face me and places his hands gently on my waist, lifting up the sides of my shirt as I raise my arms to allow it over my head. "This is no fair," I say. "Here I am wearing nothing but a bra and you're not even out of your pants yet." He smiles, but the smile leaves his face when I drop to me knees suddenly, unbuttoning his jeans and beginning to unzip them with my teeth. "Woah, Scully, you don't have to... I mean, I want you to... I mean..." I cut him off. "Sit down Mulder." He drops down onto the bed instantly. I reach my hands up and yank down on his jeans, forcing him to thrust upward a little while I pull them down. Once the jeans are gone, I quickly remove his boxers with the same motions. I smile up at him and lean forward to kiss the tip of his cock, hard and erect. His quick gasp of air makes me smile more. I love thinking that I can do something to him like he has just done to me. Slowly, I reach out my tongue and began to lick down the length of it torturously. I can feel the tension that's building inside of him as I repeat the action once more. Slowly at first, I edge my lips up over the length of him, taking more and more of his long shaft into my mouth until at last, he is almost fully inside. Then I begin to move my tongue around slowly and suck. His hips jerk forward and I almost gag as he comes into contact with the back of my throat, but I continue my slow torture. Now he is breathing heavily. His hips move slowly up and down every once in a while he lets out a small whimper. "Scully..." The sound of my name spoken in such a way makes me even more wet and I begin sucking harder, rocking back and forth on my knees quickly. I want him to come for me. Suddenly, he looses all of his self control and his hands come down to grip my head. He pulls me even closer, almost violently, but I continue to work on him, loving what I'm doing to him. Then, with a desperate call of my name, he releases. I swallow as he comes in my mouth, and slowly back away when he's done. He falls back on the bed, his chest rising and falling rapidly as his breathing begins to slow. I stand and climb up on the bed to stradle him, sitting on his lower abdomen. His eyes are closed, but he reaches his hand up to touch my face briefly. "Come on, Mulder. Where's that physical stamina I keep hearing about?" He chuckles softly, eyes still closed. "Oh, I've got it. I just need a second here." I smile down at him and lean forward to kiss his lips gently. He kisses back and slowly turns me over so that I'm laying on the bed beside him. "You want to see stamina, you're gonna get it." I giggle as he gets up on the bed on all fours and slowly comes over to stradle me. He rests on his knees as he unclasps my bra, and I sit up slightly to shrug out of it, then throw it onto the floor next to the rest of our clothes. He bends at the waist and leans down to kiss each breast gently on the tip. He sits back up and smiles down at me. I smile back. Suddenly, he leans back down and begins to suck on my right nipple. I feel a chord pull tightly inside me, stretching from my breast down to my core. I gasp for air as he continues the motion and then moves to the other breast. "God... Mulder..." His mouth leaves my breast and he kisses upwards to my shoulder, and then up my neck. His breath against my skin sends shivers up and down my spine, through my entire body. Just as I am about to tell him that he'd better fuck me soon before I decide to kick his ass, he slides his fingers down between us to guide himself inside me. I'm amazed that he can be this hard again so soon, but I'm not complaining. The movement of his cock inside me as he moves his hips slowly and then faster sends me flying. I dig my fingers into his back as his thrusts become more violent, pulling himself almost all the way out and then suddenly grinding back into me. I can't do anything but ride the waves of my oncoming orgasm. He speeds up suddenly and I come even harder than before- something I thought imposseble. He continues to move and I now focus on him rather than my own senses. I move with him and tighten my muscles around him, moving faster and faster. Finally, I feel him release inside me. He lets out a loud groan as he empties himself and collapses atop me. His weight on my body is comforting and I stroke the back of his head lightly, whispering in his ear. "I love you, Mulder." "Me too," is all he can manage. I smile and push him off of me, wanting to look at him. He lies beside me on the bed, naked and completely vulnerable. I trace a finger down his face lightly. I have never seen such a beautiful human being. Slowly, he gathers up the strength to open his eyes and turns his head to look at me. He smiles lazily. "You're beautiful." "You told me that already today." "Yeah, well I had no idea earlier." I smile. "So, still think you can handle this for a whole week?" "Are you kidding? I'm thinking of getting a transfer to Utah just for this." I smile brightly. He returns it and then his features become more serious. "Seriously, though, Scully. What are we gonna do? Now that we've... taken this next step I don't know how I'm gonna be able to live apart from you." "You know they say absence makes the heart grow fonder." I smile in an attempt to lighten things a little. It doesn't work. I know he's right. I let out a sigh. "Well, I suppose I could always move back to Washington." He is quick to reply. "No. No, I don't want you to do that for me. You have a life here. You've got a job that you're happy with. I don't want to take any of that away from you." "Mulder, it's like you said in the restaraunt. I can be a forensic pathologist anywhere I want. You can't give up the X-files. They're the most important thing in your life." "*You're* the most important thing in my life." "You know what I mean." "Scully," he looks me in the eyes sincerely, "I would give up the X-files. I'd take some desk job in Salt Lake City. I don't care. I know my work has always been my passion for as long as you've known me, but part of that was because I had nothing else." I look away. I can't take this. This is what happens when reality gets in the way of fantasies. "Mulder, I realise that the X-files are no longer the *only* thing in your life, but they're still a large part of it. I don't think I could live with myself if you gave that up because of me." I look into his eyes. They're sad but full of love. "Look, we don't have to decide on this tonight. Let's just enjoy our time together now. We've got a whole week left to talk about it." I stand and grab a blanket off the floor that had been folded at the foot of the bed. Laying back down beside Mulder, I pull it over us and snuggle up beside him, comforted by his arms as they extend to surround me. We both fall asleep there, together. I don't know how all of this will end, but one thing I'm sure of, we'll always stay that way. Together. The end. FEEDBACK OR ELSE!!! Feedback to conspiracy13@hotmail.com