From: Lizzy	
Date: May 2000
Title: A Night Under the Stars
Rating: NC-17…well, a little…
Feedback: bebemoulinrouge@mtv.com	 
Spoilers: "all things" Episode written and directed by 
Gillian Anderson	
Keywords: V, RST (duh), MSR
Summary: A small taste of what could have happened 
between the end and the teaser of  "all things".
Authors Notes: I luuuuuuv this story!! My first NC-17, 
finally I used the word "thrust" with no shame! Wooo!!
Anywho, now y’all who didn't wanna read before I was 
done (Shannon, Desi....hmmm) can read it! Well, hope
you all like it as much as I zippy-ditty do! A note for 
Desi: I'm such a Peritty Panda! (Inside joke...don't 
worry about it...I'll be fine...) Luv ya all...now go 
eat saltine crackers...((ok!)) by, buy!  
Disclaim: Mulder and Scully are property of Chris 
Carter, 1013 productions, 20th Century Fox. There is no 
infringement intended.


A goddess. She was a complete goddess in 
his eyes. Beautiful, ravishing, exquisite, adorable, 
precious she was in his eyes. He adored everything 
about her: hair smelling like honey; skin as soft as a 
rose petal; eyes azure like the reflection of the sky on 
the water. Feelings take it farther than expression.  
Pulling the strand of hair out of her face, being that 
close to her lips was an adrenaline rush in itself. He 
stood up slowly off the couch toward the bedroom with 
the simple consolation that he knew she would be right 
in the next room. He took one last glance at her resting 
soul and then stepped into the darkness of the adjoining 
room. 

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	Mulder's pants and dress shirt were shedded and 
thrown in a corner in the bedroom he never occupied. He 
was drowsy but not quite asleep yet, the only subject 
spinning in his head was that of his Angel sleeping 
just a door away. That sounded so nice. His angel. 
Turning on his back, he felt someone walking through 
the room towards his bed. In the dim shadows of the 
moonlight, he knew it was her coming to him. Pulling 
the blue random print covers out of the way, Scully 
burdened in the bed alongside Mulder. Surprised, he was 
the first one to speak. 
	"Scully…" in a soft, tender manner was the only 
thing he could say. She did not respond just snuggled 
against him. He reacted to the touch by embracing her 
back. He did not question her motives, he did not seek 
answers. Just holding her was enough to know that she 
needed him as much as he needed anyone. Alas she spoke.
	"Mulder…" she started. He knew they were going 
to return to the same subject he foolishly led on after 
she went dreaming beside him. She took a breath and 
continued. "I…" silent for a moment, Mulder thought he'd 
done something wrong. Before he could speak a word, she 
inhaled a breath and continued. "Before I left… Daniel 
kept demanding why I was leaving." She explained, 
something she had never opened up to tell him.  
"I didn't want to tell him…I didn't want to make anything 
worse than it already was for the both of us," she explained. 
Mulder kept his mouth shut, afraid of saying something 
irrelevant to what she was feeling, what she was thinking. 
He listened to her heartbeat in sync with his and let 
her continue. "He pleaded me for an explanation until I 
finally gave it to him. I told him that I was recruited 
by the FBI and that I accepted, that I was heading off 
to Virginia to be a Forensic teacher at Quantico." It 
hurt her to talk about this. But she had to. "He repeated
to me that there was nothing like medicine, like the power
of saving people's lives in the blink of an eye..." Mulder
placed his hand on her head which was resting on his
bicep. "Then he shed one…one single tear, Mulder. Sat 
me down and with his heart out in his hands made me 
promise him that if the FBI didn't work out," she murmured, 
"that I'd come back to him. He told me he loved me…and," 
Mulder could feel her tears wetting his own face as she 
shed them slowly. She gripped his knicks shirt with her 
fragile fists, who have for years held his life in its hands. 
She carried on, "then just…let me go. And his voice and 
his face and his intellect haunted me over and over and 
I told myself that I did the right thing…I had to leave 
him even," she couldn’t bear it, and Mulder knew it. 
On the other hand, he didn't want to stop her for he was 
the only one she could open up to right now. "…even if 
I loved him more than my own life. His life and Maggie's
and his entire family's was hell with me around. There 
was no way I could hang around knowing I had broken
up that family." Scully had actually loved Daniel over 
anything. *Just like I love her,* thought Mulder. But he 
couldn’t let her know that and particularly not at the moment. 
	He held her closer in his arms stroking her 
scarlet hair as she sobbed into his chest now stronger 
than before. He'd never seen Scully this reckless before. 
But then again, she never dared to open to him the way 
she just did. They never spoke about past loves or 
romances, lovers, affairs, or sexual fantasies. They 
kept it to themselves; for one, they didn't want to 
hurt themselves. On the other, they didn't want to lurk 
in murky waters.
	"Scully…as odd as it may seem," he didn't know 
if he should say all of this meaningless crap he was 
thinking. "We've both been through devastating 
situations when love is concerned…and," he kept on, 
hoping that she found comfort in his words. And she did. 
She desisted crying and listened to his heartbeat and 
his words, soothing her with each syllable. "that may 
be the reason why we're suffering the same fate. We both 
loved deeply, we both suffered disappointments, 
and now it may be that our hearts and our minds are 
scared to lay eyes on anyone ever again." 
*He* even couldn’t believe his words, yet he could in 
some strange Mulder-ish way. Scully shifted next to him 
and he felt her breast under the thick green fabric of her 
shirt scour next to the side of his torso. Leaning 
towards her he dried her tears. "I know Daniel is the 
love of your life…but-" 
	"Was…" answering so quickly she didn't even 
accept what she said. Then it hit her. She either 
declared her feelings now or forever held her peace. 
She felt it the right moment to cross the line between 
them after almost seven years of loving him. Loving him. 
The expression was not new to her sub-conscious but it 
would take a new meaning if she dared reveal herself. 
"Daniel used to be the love of my life…until now." 
She said in her most subtle voice ever. Mulder was in 
complete stupefaction. Had she met someone he didn't 
know? Or could it be someone at work? Agent Urriarte 
had been putting his eyes on her for some time.
	"And who is the lucky guy?" She swallowed 
hard, not sure of the outcome of what she was about 
to spill.
	"You…" 
Could Scully ever say that she rendered Mulder 
speechless? 
	Now she could. 
	He didn't know what to say, how to act, what to 
respond, except stay in the same position indefinitely. 
Almost. Until he had to stop Scully from leaving. 
	"I'm sorry, Mulder, I shouldn’t have gone into 
the subject." She said getting up off the bed. She 
regretted ever bringing up the subject, letting out all 
her emotions on him. She regretted falling asleep on the 
couch or even coming to his apartment for that matter. 
He reached out for her arm lightly just before she had 
time to run out of his reach.
	"Scully, no, don't be sorry. I'm the one who 
should apologize for asking you that question. I'm sorry, 
don't go." He pleaded. She looked out of the window where 
the shining stars were smiling at her, though she didn't 
feel too happy. She turned her head to face Mulder 
once more and gently pulled herself out of his grip. 
For Mulder reading her was so easy and he could 
easily tell that she had an expression 
of burden. 
	"Scully, wait-" was the only thing he could 
utter. She was halfway out of his room and he told 
himself this couldn’t just be left like that. Scully 
grabbed her jacket off the chair opposite the couch and 
smoothed it on when he caught her shoulder.
	"Mulder…" she whispered. 
	"I-I just need you to tell me, Scully, tell me 
what you meant, tell me the ending of the story."
	"That's all it is and all it will ever be. A-A 
fictional story. It's not reality, it'll never be reality, 
it's-it's-" Moisture invaded her eyes once more and she 
didn't know how to hold them back. Everything was 
happening so fast, so…sudden. Mulder couldn’t stand to 
see her cry. He wanted to hurt himself whenever he 
brought Scully to tears, it was always his damn fault. 
*Always screwing it up, Mulder, always fucking everything 
up.* he thought to himself.
	"Dana…" he pronounced her name in the most 
faintest way possible, then looked off into space…anywhere 
but her eyes, and pulled her into his arms. She came to 
him slowly and desperately for his touch. His warmth was 
the only comfort for her storm of emotions. "This isn't 
a fairy tale. It doesn’t have to be for us," he placed 
a delicate kiss on the bow of her head. She closed her 
eyes to indulge what didn't linger on her lips, he 
continued. "Besides…I'm not exactly Prince Charming." 
*Always adding that humorous touch.* thought Scully. She 
smiled against his chest and he felt an almost 
imperceptible chuckle in the back of her throat. Mulder 
took charge of the moment; he kissed her forehead, her 
eyelids, her nose, cheeks, earlobes, anywhere but her 
lips. Curiosity drove her to pull him to her, letting 
their lips meet. Soft flesh, moist tongues, arousing 
moans in the back of each other's throats. Their rebel 
spirits took charge and who the hell cared about what 
people might say. *Protocol, my ass.* thought 
Mulder. Soon after, the moans weren't 
enough so hands began to wander, slowly yet 
imaginatively and with a hint of tease. Everything at 
it's own pace. All but hurry things. Mulder wasn’t in 
the mood to fuck this one up, and Scully was just about 
ready to not let her senses return to her at all.
	Both their feet, synchronizing with each other 
as they backed into the bedroom, carried them in a 
never-ending chimera onto the waterbed; tearing fabric, 
pulling bed sheets. Scully creaked the leather of 
Mulder's belt as she tore it off his waist. He was 
hastily working on getting the green long-sleeve shirt 
over her head, succeeding only to find that they were 
still enveloped by a black-lace bra. In a matter of 
seconds, Mulder toke that off as well along with her 
skirt and everything underneath. 
	He found himself hovering over her kissing her 
collarbone softly, enjoying nothing more that hearing 
her sounds of pleasure. Later moving down to her firm 
breasts--first the right, then the left--sucking hungrily 
on both with hands on the opposite. Once his territory 
was dominated, all he needed was to assure himself that 
all she was thinking of was him. Gazing at her in the 
clear, dim starlight, he entered her in one fierce thrust. 
She cried out responsively through the lavishness of 
the feeling and when he began to rock, she whispered 
his name until her orgasm flushed over her. With a hint 
of sweat saturating both their brows, Mulder rolled off 
of her and they both laid there, flushed and infatuated 
by the one breathing next to them.

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	Obligating the wrinkled green shirt over her 
head, she walked into the bathroom, straightening it 
out as she reached the mirror. God, she was a mess. It 
was certainly worth it though…the tea, the talk, and 
everything that followed. But she needed to get out of 
here. She needed to be alone. Brushing the hair behind 
her ear, she stared at herself in the mirror. Good, Mulder 
didn't wake. It was for the best if they both just 
forgot about what happened. She needed to get out of 
here, needed time to think. About her, about Daniel, 
about Mulder…and their incredible night together. One 
last look in the mirror and she turned away into the 
bedroom where intimacy was written all over the walls. 
Scully bent down to pick up the jacket Mulder had shed 
for her and slimmed into it, taking a long-standing look 
at her partner. Her partner. Through the moonlight in 
the window, he looked quite vulnerable as he slept, a 
trait she admired more tonight than ever. With that 
lingering thought she spun around and headed off into, 
what she considered, nothingness.

END