Chapter Six

Confessions


Scully handed Matt a cup of coffee as she sat beside 
him on her blue-and-white striped sofa.

"My mother's name was Carolyn. She died when I was nine. 
She fell down the stairs one night and died."

Scully took his hand, lacing her fingers through his. 
"That must have been awful at such a young age."

"It hurt a lot. My father never even woke me to tell 
me. I found out the next morning." His voice was shaky.

"It's hard to talk about deaths of loved ones but 
sometimes, you feel better after. When my father died, 
I felt insecure. I wondered if he'd died not proud 
because I'd gone against his wishes by joining the 
FBI rather than being a doctor."

"I'm sure he was very proud of you." He tightened his 
fingers slightly.

"I was kind of distraught after he passed away. I tried 
not to let it affect my judgement. I knew he loved me 
and was proud of me, no matter what."

He said, "You're strong. I can tell that you can survive 
anything." Scully bit her lip and Matt leaned forward. 
"What is it, Dana?" 

"Matt, I don't know how long this relationship will 
last but I feel I should tell you some things."

He planted a feathery kiss on her forehead. "Anything, 
Dana."

She looked up, her mind racing for the right words. 
"Last year, I discovered that I have cancer here." 
She tapped the bridge of her nose. "Currently, it's 
in remission. I was given this cancer deliberately, 
and due to the procedure that gave me this disease, 
I cannot conceive."

Matt looked horrified. "God, Dana." He pulled her 
extremely close. "I'm so sorry."

"After these...people stole my ova, they created a 
child, and it hurt. I had this daughter and she died."

"Now I know for sure. You're strong enough to overcome 
anything that comes your way." He stroked her cheek.

Scully gave a small smile. "I just have to deal, but 
my family and my parter are also there to help me."

"I don't want to see you hurt ever again." Matt leaned 
down and pushed his lips against hers.

She accepted the kiss and pressed herself against 
him. She could feel her heart thudding and wondered 
if it was that noticeable.

Matt moved his mouth to her neck. He whispered, "Dana, 
I'm in love with you."

A gasp escaped her throat as he ran his tongue over 
her sensitive flesh. She reached up, running her hand 
through his thick blond hair.

"I want to make love to you, Dana," Matt said huskily. 
"Do you want me to?"

Scully nodded. "Yes," she said as he slipped his hand 
under her shirt. She became bold and undid Matt's pants.

"Would you like to move to the bedroom?" Matt asked. 
He scooped her up in his arms. "Show me the way."

She guided him to her room and he put her down atop 
her quilted bed. He stood up and slipped out of his 
khaki pants.

Scully felt a slight throbbing between her legs. She 
unzipped her own pants and raised her hips. She slid 
them down, over her warm thighs. With Matt's help, her 
black pants came off quickly into a heap on the floor.

Matt stripped off his shirt, and Scully sat up to get 
her turtleneck off. The streetlights shining through 
her bedroom window cast a pearly glow on her pale skin. 
"Dana, you're so beautiful." He dropped to his knees, 
kissing the exposed tops of her breasts, his hands on 
her back.

She couldn't believe it. Three dates and six days of 
knowing Matt and already, he was on his knees in front 
of her and she was showing him her lacy white underwear set. 

The elastic band of her bra became slack and suddenly, 
she felt his fingers stroking her right breast, the 
nipple tightening under his touch. He pulled the white 
garment free from her arms, leaving Scully in just her 
panties.

He took some flesh between his lips and began sucking 
softly. He travelled down an inch and moved his tongue 
around her nipple.

The attention her breast was getting caused a sweet 
tingling that shot through her entire body. She groaned 
slightly when Matt moved his mouth to her other breast. 
He reached down and tugged at the waistband of her panties.

"Dana, you're so hot." He stroked the crotch of her 
underwear as his other hand worked to pull the white 
material away from her skin. Matt pushed her back. 
"Lift your hips for me."

Scully did and felt relieved as he pulled her last 
piece of clothing off her body. She was sure he could 
sense her wetness as well as her heat.

Matt stood up, straightened his back. "Hold on." He 
pushed his boxers off, adding them to the pile of 
clothes. He had a large erection and Scully wondered if 
this encounter would be painful. She hadn't been with 
a man sexually in years.

She rolled over until her feet were facing the bottom 
of her bed. Matt crawled onto the mattress, positioning 
himself above Scully. He used his knee to part her thighs.

"I can get a condom if you want." He kissed her face.

She shook her head. "It's okay." She draped her arms 
around his neck.

He slipped his hands underneath her and used them tilt her 
pelvis upward. He stroked her buttocks, rubbing his hardness 
against her moist vaginal lips. Her clitoris was sensitive 
and the movement of Matt's penis close to it was making her 
legs quiver.  

Finally, he eased into her. She gave a small cry, running 
her hands down his muscular sides. He pushed in as far as 
he could go and bowed his head, kissing Scully on the lips.

He held himself up, his hands on the mattress. He began 
thrusting his hips, moving inside her.

She bit her lip. The entry had hurt slightly but the pain 
was subsiding with each push. She loved how he filled her. 
She moaned softly.

"Don't hold back," Matt whispered. He balanced himself on 
his right hand and used his left to pull her leg around him.

She wrapped the other leg around him, her calves pressed 
against his lower back. She called out his name as he 
pounded into her. Due to the friction being created 
she was on the verge of orgasm.

One sharp thrust against her cervix caused her inner 
muscles to spasm. She clenched herself around his penis, 
dug her nails into his shoulders and let out a loud cry as 
a wave of pleasure overtook her.

"Dana!" Matt groaned. He exploded deep inside her. He 
lowered himself, his body resting against hers.

Scully felt his sweat on her stomach and breasts. She ran 
her tongue along his throat, tasting his salty skin.

He stroked her hair, then touched her face lightly. "This 
meant so much to me, Dana." He carefully pulled out. 
"Did I hurt you at all?"

"Just a little." She smiled. "I haven't done this for 
a while."

Matt moved beside her. "Why didn't you want me to use 
a condom?"

She propped herself up on her elbow and asked, "Did you 
think this was going to happen?" She hadn't even answered him.

"I didn't intend on it but I brought some condoms in 
case. Is it okay that we made love?" He glided his fingers 
over her abdomen, down to the thatch of dark curls between 
her thighs.

"Yes." Her body jerked as Matt started massaging her 
clitoris. She felt great about the whole situation. She 
thought she could trust him. He'd already confessed much 
of his life to her.

He kept working his fingers and Scully groaned softly, 
moving her hips. A few minutes of that and she came hard, 
clenching her hands, gathering fistfuls of covers 
underneath her.

"Dana, you have to let yourself go once in a while." 
Matt pulled her into his arms and kissed her on the forehead. 

She sighed. "I'm so used to keeping myself controlled 
during sex."

Matt said quickly, "Let's go to sleep, okay, sweetie?" 

She nodded, glancing at the clock: it was eleven o'clock. 
They shifted enough to get the quilt and sheets from under 
their bodies. They pulled the covers up, over their naked flesh.

"Goodnight, Dana. I love you."

"I...love you too," she said slowly, unsure of herself.




Light shone brightly through the window when Scully awoke the 
next morning. She had a pain in her abdomen but it wasn't too bad.

She rolled over to find herself alone in the bed. She scowled. 
Matt was gone. He'd gotten the sex and left.

"And I trusted him," she muttered. She threw off the blankets 
and pulled herself out of bed.

Scully was rummaging through a dresser drawer when she heard, 
"You're so gorgeous."

She jumped. "Matt! I thought you'd left." She hurried, finding 
a long shirt.

"I am insulted. You actually thought I'd leave you while you 
were sleeping?" He moved across the room. "After last night, 
I would never leave." He touched her arm. "Don't be in such a 
hurry to put something on. You look beautiful."

Scully pulled the shirt over her head. "But I don't feel 
right walking around naked."

Matt put his arm around her. "I'm making breakfast. I was 
planning to give it to you in bed but since you're up, 
we'll eat at the table."

She smiled. She couldn't believe she'd found a man that 
was honest, caring, intelligent, good in bed and able to 
cook. There was probably more about him that she didn't 
know yet. He also loved her, but she wasn't sure if her 
feelings were that intense yet--intense enough to say she 
loved him and mean it entirely.

"What time is it?" Scully asked.

"Almost ten. I didn't want to wake you. You looked so 
peaceful sleeping." Matt pulled out a chair at the kitchen 
table. "Sit, please. I'll be finished making this soon."

She inhaled, smelling the bacon and eggs Matt was frying. 
"Matt, did anybody call for me?"

"Your mother called before I woke up. Maybe you'd like 
to phone her back."

"Yeah. I'll arrange for you to meet her." Scully stood 
up and went to get her cordless phone. It was on its 
stand. She picked it up and dialled her mother's number.

Margaret Scully answered. "Hello, Dana."

"Hi, Mom. I guess your call display is working well."

"Yes, sweetheart. Now, who is this friend you want me 
to meet?"

"Remember that man I told you about? The one who I met 
when he gave me my driver's license? We've been dating 
for nearly a week and he wants to meet you."

"Yes, I remember. His name is Matt. You told me about 
him at dinner."

Scully made her way into the kitchen. "Would you like 
to come over today? I'll make dinner since Matt made 
breakfast."

She heard her mother clear her throat. "Oh, breakfast. 
I see. Well, sure, I'd love come over."

"How about four-thirty?" Scully grinned as Matt came 
up from behind and encircled her in his arms, his hands 
resting just under her breasts.

"That sounds fabulous, Dana. I'll see you soon. 'Bye."

"'Bye, Mom." She switched off the phone. Matt turned her 
around and kissed her. She pulled away. "Matt, I haven't 
brushed my teeth yet."

"That's okay. You don't have morning breath."

She laughed. "My mother knows about us. I said you'd made 
breakfast and she said, 'Oh, breakfast. I see'. I don't 
want my mother knowing about my sex life."

"Dana, don't worry so much." He kissed her again, running 
his hands up, under her shirt.

Scully pushed her tongue between his lips, which he 
graciously accepted. He'd moved his hand to her inner 
thigh when an urgent knock sounded on her front door.

"Sorry, Matt. Can you answer that for me?"

He kissed the top of her head. "Sure. Just go get dressed."

Scully went to her room and pulled out a pair of jeans, 
a green tee shirt, and her black underwear set. She could 
faintly hear Matt's voice before he called, "Dana, your 
partner's here."

"I'll be right out." She took off her nightshirt and put 
on her bra and panties. Since it was Mulder at the door, 
she wanted to look professional. She found her favourite 
blue suit and a white ribbed shirt. She dressed quickly, 
leaving a few minutes to find a pair of shoes and do her 
makeup. She realized she hadn't showered but whatever 
Mulder needed on a Saturday morning was probably urgent.

She ran a brush through her hair several times before 
leaving her bedroom. "Hey, Mulder," she said.

"Scully, we need to go somewhere." His eyes shifted from 
her to Matt. "It's about an assignment."

"Have you met Matt?" she asked.

"Not formally." He stuck out his hand. "Fox Mulder. Nice 
to finally meet you."

"Matt Davison. I've heard some things about you."

"Good things, I hope." Mulder glanced at her.

Scully straightened her jacket. "Matt, just stay here if 
you like. If you leave, lock up and I'll call you later."

"Sure. I'll see you later. I'm going to leave but I'll 
come back to help prepare for our dinner with your mom." 
He put his hand behind her head and kissed her.

"If my mother calls, tell her I'm out because of work." 
She looked at Mulder. "Let's go."

"'Bye, Dana," Matt said.

She exited the apartment behind Mulder. "'Bye, Matt." She 
closed the door gently.

Mulder said, pretending to whine, "How come he gets to call 
you Dana?"

"Perhaps it would have been different if you'd called me Dana 
from the start. You called me Scully first." She pushed the 
building's front doors open. "So what's up?"

"There was another murder last night. The victim is a 
twenty-year-old Georgetown student."

"Just a kid." Scully stood beside Mulder's car, waiting for 
him to get in and unlock the door.

"So his MO hasn't changed much. Most of the women were in 
their twenties." He opened the driver's side.

"Apart from some women in their thirties."

"This guy really gets around." He let her in and started 
the car. "So that's Matt?"

Scully nodded. "Yeah, that's him."

"He seems nice, and he likes you. He *must* be a good guy."

She smiled. " I like him a lot. He's meeting my mother today."

"You're so brave, and he is too!"

"Thanks a lot."




"We found her in the backseat of her car. Apparently, she 
was killed after sex," Haswell told the late agents. "I'm 
having the car checked for prints, and for semen since we 
found a condom wrapper. He might have 'gone off' even before 
getting it on, or the condom could have leaked after withdrawal. 
The medical examiner is going to check the girl for traces of 
it as well."

"What's her name?" Mulder asked. "You've never said."

"Catherine Caesar. She was in her second year of psychology."

Scully looked up and around. The blue Ford Sable was located 
in a stall in the Georgetown student parking lot. "How could 
someone have sex with this girl, and then murder her without 
being noticed? Where was security?"

Haswell said, "The police are talking to them now. The 
approximate time of death has been determined to be two this 
morning. There were a few offices on duty around campus."

Scully moved slowly in the direction of the parked car. She was 
afraid to see what state the killer had left his victim in. 
Had he had sex with her and murdered her right after, leaving 
her intimate parts exposed? Or did he have the decency to 
cover her up, allowing her to have died with some dignity?

Camren was near the car. "Hey, Scully. How was your evening?"

She smiled. "It was very nice. We had dinner with Matt's 
parents and then, we went back to my place and just visited." 
She almost bit her tongue. Anything she said about Matt 
coming to her apartment could give Camren the impression 
that they'd made love, even if they hadn't.

"That does sound nice. Has Mulder met Matt?"

"This morning. I'm sure you'll meet him soon." She dug in 
her pockets for a pair of rubber gloves. "So have you taken 
a closer look in the car for semen?"

"No. I've been looking for other trace evidence. We'll 
probably find saliva and we'll test it against DNA 
information in the NCIC."

Scully snapped on her gloves. "How severe are the bruises 
around the neck?"

"Very bad, and there are quite a few."

She finally went to stand bedside Camren. She peered 
inside the car. The young Catherine was on her back, her 
eyes closed. Her jeans were undone and pulled up to just 
about her knees. Scully saw a large, fading bruise on the 
girl's thigh. "Another victim of abuse, most likely." She 
pointed to the mark.

"I'll get the police photographer over here." Camren 
hurried off.

Scully reached up and rubber her temples. She felt a slight 
throbbing and knew a headache was coming. That was the 
downside to having sex for her. She usually developed a 
headache the morning after. She guessed that subconsciously, 
that was why she'd stayed away from the whole relationship 
thing for so long.

Mulder startled her when he came up behind her and started 
speaking. "Another abuse victim?"

"Looks like it. She could be. She has a fading bruise on 
her leg. All avenues will be investigated."

"This guy must be so charming. Women love him."

"Yeah, enough to stay with him even if he's beating them."

Mulder glanced in the backseat. "What would you do if some 
guy you loved was beating you? I don't mean to get personal."

"No, it's fine." She stared at the ground as she peeled her 
latex gloves off. "I suppose it would only happen once. The 
first punch or slap and I'd be gone."

"That's great. I've always seen you as that type of woman."

"Type? What type?" she asked curiously.

He looked up for a moment, as if trying to pull 
words from the air. "You know, the strong, independent, 
'I-don't-need-a-man-to-complete-me' type. You're brave 
and smart enough to leave a dangerous situation."

"I pride myself because of it. It's just something I've 
learned, even though I have a man now."

"And he really likes you. That's a good thing."

Scully looked at her watch. "And I'm set to make dinner 
with him for my mother. I'll have to get to a grocery 
store soon."

"I'll take you after we're finished here. I'll get Camren 
to talk to Catherine's friends. I just don't want Haswell 
to know we're going shopping. He may be nice but not that 
nice."

Scully said, "I'll go talk to Camren." She wandered off 
to find him.

The agent was talking to the crime scene photographer. 
"Can I help you with something, Scully?"

"Could you possibly speak to Catherine's friends about 
her relationship with her current boyfriend, if she had one? 
Mulder and I have to leave."

"Sure. I'll take care of it."

Scully squeezed his arm. "Thanks. You're the best."




"So Mrs. Scully, did you teach your daughter to cook?" 
Matt asked Margaret Scully as he took the dirty dishes 
from the table.

"A little bit but she's better than I ever was." Margaret 
smiled at Scully.

"It was only lasagne, Mom." Scully picked up her blue 
linen napkin and wiped her mouth. "Matt, since you haven't 
had any wine, would you mind driving my mother home?"

"Dana, I can take a cab, not that I had a lot to drink."

Matt returned to the table. "Has your daughter always 
been this responsible?"

"Since she was a toddler. She was always teased about it 
but I think it's a good quality. She just worries about 
people."

He asked, "Do you have any baby pictures?"

Scully's eyes widened. "No! Not those!"

"I just want to see you as a cute little kid."

Margaret dug into her purse. She took out her wallet and 
removed some photos. "She was always cute." She handed them 
across the table.

"Thanks, Mom." Scully put her head in her hands.

"Dana, it's not that bad. You were such a sweet little girl, 
with these cute red pigtails." He gave the pictures back.

It was nearly nine o'clock and they'd already visited about 
the Davisons and the Scully family. Margaret hadn't told her 
daughter but Scully got the impression that she liked Matt.
"Mom, would you like some dessert? Matt made strawberry shortcake."

"Sure. It sounds delicious."

Scully and Matt both got up and went into the kitchen. "Your 
mom is great, Dana."

"Thanks." She opened the fridge and pulled out the chilled 
dessert. "I can't wait to try this."

Matt pulled some small plates from a cupboard. "I have some 
strawberries and whipped cream left over." He winked at her.

"Matt! My mother is in the other room!" She took three 
forks from her silverware drawer.

"I'm just kidding. Can you take the plates and forks so I 
can bring in the dessert?"   

She took the plates and utensils into the dining area. 
"Are you two having a problem in there?" Margaret asked.

Scully realized her mother had heard her reaction to 
Matt's little innuendo. "Oh no. We're fine. Matt just 
surprised me."

Matt picked up a clean dinner knife to cut the strawberry 
shortcake. "Mrs. Scully, I know Dana has a guestroom. Why 
don't you stay the night?" He placed some shortcake on a plate 
and handed it to Margaret.

"I wouldn't want to impose if you two have plans." She look 
at her daughter, then began eating.

"No, Mom. You can stay. I'd rather you do that."

"Matt, this is excellent," Margaret commented, indicating 
her dessert with her fork.

"Thank you." He ate some as well.

"I think I'll pass with the sweets and get the guestroom in 
order. I have your spare set of pajamas in the dresser, Mom."

Scully heard her mother and Matt talking as she entered 
the spare bedroom and began working, making the bed up. She 
was glad Margaret liked Matt, but she felt uncomfortable that 
her mother knew about her intimacies with Matt. She bet her 
mother was uncomfortable as well.

Several times, she heard her mother laugh; she was having a 
good time. Margaret usually liked her daughter's love interests 
but sometimes, Scully wondered if it was just her mother 
playing along when she actually disliked them.

Scully returned to the dining area. "Mom, I'm sorry if you 
didn't intend on staying. You know how I feel about you going 
home after drinking."

"Dana, honey, you make it sound like I'm a raving alcoholic."

Scully sat beside Matt. He put his arm around her and said, 
"She didn't say anything like that. Why would she insult her 
wonderful mother?"

Margaret smiled and finished her strawberry shortcake. "Dana, 
I'm going to get changed for bed." She stood up and went to 
the guest bedroom.

"I love your mom. She's probably why you're so amazing."

"Matt, stop flattering me." She kissed his neck. "But I like 
some flattery."

"Do you want me to stay the night?"

"If you'd like. My mother knows about us. She doesn't care 
that we're sleeping in the same bed."

"I think I'd rather go home. Stay with your mother. I'll 
see you tomorrow and maybe you can spend the night at my 
place."

"We'll see." She sat up and kissed him softly. "Just say 
goodbye to my mom before you go."

"I wouldn't be able to leave without doing that. I should 
say it now. I'll be leaving in a few minutes."

Scully followed her boyfriend to the guestroom. The door 
was closed. "Mrs. Scully, it was really nice meeting you. 
I'm leaving right now but I hope to see you again."

Margaret said through the door. "You will, Matt. Maybe we 
can all go to a movie or something. Have a good night."

"I'll walk you out." Scully smiled as Matt wrapped his 
strong arm around her. She said, "And I'll eat some dessert 
later. I bet I'll love it."

They got to the front door. "Dana, I'm so glad I found your 
driver's license and actually forced you to talk to me. 
I would never have had anyone as special as you in my life."

"I'm glad you found it too." Scully took his hand. "I'll 
see you soon. If everything goes as planned, it'll be 
tomorrow."

"See you." He leaned down, kissed her cheeks, then her 
lips. They hugged each other for a moment, and Scully 
opened the door.

"'Bye," she said, watching Matt walk down the hall. She 
breathed deeply and closed the door.

Her mother came down the small hallway from the guestroom. 
"Dana, Matt is wonderful. He cares for you so much."

"I'm glad you liked him."

"But he didn't have to leave on account of my staying 
the night. I would've left you two alone."

"He wanted me to spend time with you." She put her arm 
around Margaret. "Mom, Matt lost his mother at a young age and 
I think he doesn't want me to take you for granted."

"You don't, baby." She patted her daughter's back. "I'm going 
to bed." She made her way back to the guestroom.

"Mom, if you hear knocking or anything tomorrow morning, 
just go back to sleep."

"Sure. Goodnight."

Scully decided to go to bed as well, preparing for an 
early morning, even if it wasn't.