One Lonely Night
Title: One Lonely Night
Rating: R
Summary: That one lonely night that Scully invited
Mulder to her bed. My interpretation of course. (Oh
listen to How to disappear completely by Radiohead)
Endorse: Characters belong to Fox, 1013, and Carter.
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"I'm sorry Scully. I know this meant allot to
you." 'Me too.' he thought. "You can try again." He
kissed the top of her head as he had done so many times
before. Her body shakes a little as she cries into his
chest. He hated to see the pain that had been etched on
her face when she broke the news. It had almost been
too much for him. He guided her over to the couch, and
together they sat down in the darkness, in silence that
was heavy with grief of things that couldn't be. No
words passed between them as silence reigned, and he
held her trying to ease the pain. The same pain he
felt, though hers was greater. She could have gone with
an anonymous perfect donor, but instead she had chosen
him. A child, he could have been a father. The
concept seemed odd, yet somehow comforting. He had said
he didn't want it to come between them, but he knew that
wouldn't happen. If anything it would only bring them
closer, if that's possible. Her breathing had become
rhythmic and she was falling asleep. He himself was
tired, and probably should head home, or maybe he would
stay on her couch. Shifting, he lifted her up into his
arms, and began walking towards her bedroom. She
weighed less than he had thought. A sigh escaped her
lips as she rested her head against his chest. He
slowly placed her down upon her bed and covered her with
a quilt. He looked at her a moment, trying to wish her
pain away, then he started to walk out of the room. A
hand grabbed his arm stopping him, and making him turn
around. Her eyes seemed to glow the same sadness that
he had seen in her face in this darkness.
"Please, can you stay for just a little while
Mulder?" She pleaded in a whisper of a voice. Without
a word he crawled beside her, and wrapped his arms
around her small frame, his face half buried in her
hair. He leaned forward and kissed her cheek. Shadows
played on the wall. Each seemed to be a picture of
their past. The darkness seemed to envelope them, and
some how was comforting.
"I can't do it again Mulder." She said breaking
the silence. I guess I'm just not meant to be a
mother." Her voice cracked.
"Don't say that Scully. You deserve it more
than anyone." She sighed and grabbed his hand.
"Thank you Mulder."
"Aren't you supposed to wait until morning to
thank me?" She smiled.
"No, thank you for being here for me. Thank you
for being my friend."
"Isn't that the Golden Girls song?"
"You watched that?"
"Hey older women can turn a man on."
"That's disgusting Mulder." She laughed a
little. He was glad to see a little bit of a smile on
her face, but it still was not quite in her eyes. "You
must be disappointed?" Truthfully he was. He would
have loved nothing more than to be the father of her
child. He sighed. "Mulder?"
"I guess I am." He hated admitting this.
"I'm sorry." She said quietly.
"Don't be." She moved his hand up to her lips
and softly kissed it. Then she held it to her chest,
breathing in deeply.
"Maybe I shouldn't be doing this."
"Why, because you're not married? You don't
believe that. It will happen. Trust me." Those two
words meant everything to them. She turned her body
around to face him, her majestic face inches from his.
Smiling through tears she spoke. "I'm glad I joined the
X files. Otherwise, I may never have met you." His
eyes smiled as he looked at her. He could not imagine
his life now or in the future without her by his side.
Whether they be friends or more.
"I'm glad you came too." She leaned forward and
kissed his fore head.
"What would I ever do without you?"
"Probably lead a normal life." He meant it.
"Don't say that Mulder. Who's to say my life
would be any better." Their eyes locked. Every emotion
they ever felt passing like electricity between them.
Her body tingled with it. His senses were dulled as
nothing but the woman next to him entered his thoughts.
"Don't you ever get lonely Mulder? This job, it leaves
me no room for anything, though that may partly do to my
own restraint. Maybe that's why I wanted a baby. To
fill something."
"I'm only lonely when you aren't next to me.
That's why I always drag you out on a case." His words
rang in her ears. She had been in denial and not seen
motives for what they were. Though truthfully, she was
sure she did know, and felt the same. That was why she
always followed him. "A baby would not fill any gap
that you may have Scully. You would be the perfect
mother. You deserve to have a baby. Don't try to put
yourself down." He always spoke the truth to her when
it really mattered. His sincerity meant so much to her.
He was never this way with anyone else but her.
"Mulder, what are we doing with our lives?"
"I don't know Scully." A single tear rolled
down her cheek. She put her hand on the side of his
face, her thumb rubbing his cheek. Her eyes glistened
with unshed tears, and his heart ached as he shared her
pain. His eyed searched hers, and her eyes searched
his. So many things had gone unsaid, overlooked,
hidden, and ignored throughout the years. He moved a
strand of hair out of her face. They wanted to act upon
their feelings, but they wanted to stay the same. They
wanted to show each other the extreme boundaries of
their love, yet they wanted to keep their friendship as
it was. They wanted so much to be what they should not,
but they could not hide what was happening in their
lives. What was happening was not a small fling type of
thing. It was something that had grown for many years,
built from the ground up. But still they spoke of no
love between them. Only caring friendship and a bond no
thing can break, try as they might. No noise, despite
their breathing, could be heard. Their eyes never
unlocking from each others. Their pain and loneliness
apparent. Everything seemed to slow, even time itself,
as she leaned foreword and softly kissed his lips. It
was brief, but as she looked at him again they both
wanted something more. She closed her eyes, and her
lips grazed against his. Almost unsure of the
implications of her actions. But soon her lips met his
again, this time more force, more hunger, more need
behind it. His lips met hers with the same fervor. He
rolled her over onto her back, until he was over her.
Their lips never parting, each in turn tasting the
others need. Finally their lips separated, but his face
hovered inches above hers. She smiled at him, this time
it shown in her eyes as well. A few tears rolled down
her cheek, and he wiped them away with his thumb. He
looked into her eyes a moment, hoping he was doing the
right thing, but the smile was proof enough. Their
breath quickened in anticipation. He lowered his head,
and again their lips met. This time, the passion was
flowing like electricity between them, and it seemed to
flow through their bodies, igniting something from
within the depths of their souls. Their souls which
seemed to be locked together, intertwining, swimming in
a see of passion now unlocked.
She grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him
closer. Needing him closer, wanting him closer. A
myriad of emotions flowed through each kiss as it became
more forceful, more passionate. His kissed trailed
across her cheek, down her neck, and ended up at the
base of neck. He unbuttoned her shirt as his kisses
continued. Her hand pressed down on the back of his
head. His kisses trailed down to her stomach as he
unbuttoned her shirt. Her hands now had reached under
his shirt, feeling his chest, and his abs. She began to
pull his shirt off, and he pulled his arms out, for a
moment the kisses stopped but soon continued as his
shirt was discarded. He ran his fingers through her
hair as he peppered her neck with kisses. Her taste was
exotic to him, a form of ecstasy. The feel of his skin
upon hers was unnerving, but not in a bad way. She had
imagined what it would feel like to be doing what they
were now doing, but it paled in comparison to the
reality. Their heart beats got faster as their passion
rose. His hand ran across her lips, and down her neck,
feeling her soft skin as he began to explore her. He
pulled her out of her shirt, and soon all of their
clothes had been shed. Again his kisses trailed down
her stomach. Her hands grasped at his back. Soon he
licked his way back up to her lips, causing her back to
arch, and a small gasp. His mouth locked onto hers, and
she needed to know his taste. Their hands searched each
others bodies, as if trying to memorize every single
portion. He rolled over, their bodies becoming
entangled. Sweat started to glisten upon their bodies.
Her hands swept across his chest and down.. His hands
crawled up her stomach and across her chest. Still they
feverishly kissed each other as if any moment one of
them would disappear. This moment which seemed so long
in the coming was not about to be wasted. Their hands
glided across each other, their legs entangling. Her
hands slid across his chest, them his arms spreading
them out as she leaned down searching for his lips.
They let their love free, their passion which had been
held I so long. That unrequited love. This was not
sex, this was love.
Finally, he became a part of her, he was one
with her. No longer did they feel they were on earth,
how could they be? The feelings which they felt, which
could not truly be explained by any person dead or
alive, seemed unreal. Nothing could compare, nothing
truly came even close to that burning in their souls,
that electric touch that sent shivers down their spines.
They had to be in heaven, or someplace close to it.
His love surged inside, a release which seemed
to explode all at once. Her hands ran through his hair.
He looked at her, hoping he wasn't dreaming. She kissed
his chest, and slowly he moved. He grabbed her waist,
then ran his hands slowly up to her chest. Feeling her
soft, hot skin against his. Every movement, every touch
was remembered, was multiplied by ten. Was increased by
infinity. Slowly they moved. Gradually climaxing. His
hands trailed down her ribs, down her thighs. Bombs
could have been going off around them and they would not
have noticed. He grabbed her back and pulled her down
to him, so he could feel her lips upon his again. He
was on top of her again. Everything came out in one big
long explosion that in the end left them shaking in each
others arms. They held each other tight, not wanting to
let go. Not wanting to let the feelings they had
expressed disappear into thin air. Outside the sky
began to lighten up. In that room, they fell asleep,
not caring about the consequences, not wanting to think
about what the days ahead might bring. Just living in
the moment they had shared. Living for that one moment
might make every other moment worth living.
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