TI: "A Fresh And Desolate Hell" 1/12 AU: Mar (aka SnoopMary) RA: V, A, eventual MSR; NC-17 DI: Carter's people, my situations SP: Scattered references to many different stories, such as "Pilot", FTF, "Triangle", "Millennium", etc; but it won't spoil anything really; as I said, just scattered references. There's a couple of asides to a couple of stories I've read over the last year that have inspired certain aspects of this tale. See if you can guess which ones I refer to. Incidentally, they can all be found on S2K, or at Gertie's archive. Special Thanks to Angel of Depravity, Dotcom, Queen Mab, Kimpa for her anniversary fic challenge! And Desiree, Bugs, and Unzadi (a non-member, but still) for the motivation! Su: THIS IS A PRETTY FREAKIN' BRUTAL STORY!!!! DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU DO NOT LIKE SCULLY AND MULDER TORTURE, OR SCULLY AS VICTIM, OR HAVE A PROBLEM (ie you don't want to read a story with) ATTEMPTED RAPE!!!!!! But believe me, it's well worth it! And, yes, they DO get it on!!!!! AN: As far as I'm concerned, Mulder's family is loaded beyond belief.Any man who can wear Armani like that.......you know it's bred in the bone. And I think Scully *can* have babies, that CSM et al have just been messing around. You tell me that if Mulder and Scully finally did it, CSM wouldn't have a kid poppin' out as a way of controlling them? No doubt. It's gotta be a part of the chip's programming that only Muldersperm is effective. And the house? It's real. If you're ever in D.C., go there. Wow. ================================================ ================= Skinner could see the hostage rescue unit scrambling around outside MacGuivrey's, the dingy bar frequented by most of the FBI after work on Fridays. What the hell was going on? All of the patrons and staff are outside! He couldn't believe the number of flashing lights and news cameras. Skinner pushed his way forward to the makeshift command centre. "What the hell is going on? Give me a situation analysis! Now!" "The Target stormed into the bar in survivalist gear, guns drawn. He was armed to the teeth. He's taken Agents Mulder and Scully hostage, Sir," An agent snapped back at him. Skinner could feel the tension in his body rise a notch. "Mulder and Scully?" "Yes Sir. This wasn't random. He knew who they were, walked right up to them, said their names, and grabbed Scully. He puts his gun under her chin. There was nothing anyone could do without endangering them, so we did as he asked and left." He turned as the ATF Head tapped his arm. "Sir? We've tapped into the security system. We have audiovisual access to the room." Skinner felt a surge of satisfaction. Rarely did they have this to help them. Thank God that MacGuivrey's was in the basement of a security-conscious corporation. "Bring it up." Skinner took one look at the perp and swore. "Fuck." He could hear the agents near him go silent, especially since he rarely swore. The ATF Head looked scared. "Sir?" Skinner bit out, over his rising fear and anger. "That's Arpeth Dean, Agent MacCauley. Agent Mulder put him away. It was one of his first profiles. He's a particularly dirty serial killer. He should still be in jail, but a judge threw out those convictions because of a problem with the warrant. Some technicality. He did spend ten years in prison for assault on a federal law enforcement officer, though." Agent Andrews looked across at him. "Who?" Skinner could hear the ice in his own voice. "Mulder. It was his bust. Evidently, Dean holds grudges." He watched as inside the building, Dean made Scully cuff Mulder to the bar rail, and then cuffed her wrists behind her back ------------------------------------------------ --- Mulder felt a cold sweat break out on his back. "What are you doing, Dean?" Dean grinned happily, as if Mulder's use of his name was a Christmas present. "Avenging myself, Mulder my man, avenging myself. I figured out the perfect revenge while I was languishing in that hellhole you consigned me to." Mulder couldn't help the disdain in his voice or in his words. "Languishing? Ooh, someone's been reading the dictionary." Dean slapped him. "Shut the fuck up, Mulder. And don't think that stalling will work. I doubt the ATF will be able to help you. Especially since I've wired the doors and windows with C4." ------------------------------------------------ -- Skinner was aghast; he could hear the others' murmurs behind him. Skinner grabbed the owner, hauled him to the monitor, and demanded an explanation. "I had a plumber in earlier this week....Oh God, it could be him! He had a beard, though!" Skinner tossed an angry glare back over his shoulder at an agent. "Check it out." ------------------------------------------------ --- Mulder looked at his tormentor, his face schooled into impassivity. "Why are you doing this, Dean?" Dean giggled, a high-pitched and eerie sound that scratched across Mulder's bones. "I told you, Mulder. Revenge." "What do you mean, revenge?" Dean stared at Mulder, his eyes trailing back and forth between Scully and Mulder's anchored body. "Well, Mulder, I figure that revenge is a dish best served cold. And she *is* the Ice Queen, after all." ------------------------------------------------ ---------------- TBC in Part 2 ================================================ ================= TI: "A Fresh And Desolate Hell" 2/ AU: Mar (aka SnoopMary) RA: V, A, MSR; NC-17 DI: Carter's people, my situations AN: Read part one first. (d'uh) ------------------------------------------------ ----------------- Skinner could feel his skin go grey and clammy as the reality of the situation hit him. "Oh my God." ----------------------------------------------- Mulder's mind whirled, nearly gibbering in terror. He desperately latched onto Dean's own 'queen'. "What would Chellee have to say about this, Dean?" Oh fuck, he thought, as Dean's face flushed red with rage. "She left me because of what you did, Mulder! She won't even talk to me!" Scully couldn't keep quiet any longer. "Who are you!?!" Her ears rang as Dean's slap slammed her into the floor. She couldn't not gasp out in pain as he kicked at her. "Leave her be, Dean! Dean, no! Stop it! It's me you're after, Dean! Be a man and let her be!" Dean stopped, laughing evilly, vilely, a sound that twisted nausea into Mulder's, and Skinner's, and Scully's, veins. He stepped back and smiled, shaking a pseudo-chastising finger at Mulder. "You are absolutely right, Mulder. I shouldn't hurt her." Mulder could feel his marrow freeze. Oh God, no. Oh God. "Why shouldn't you hurt her, Dean?" He didn't want to hear the answer. Dean stepped over and swung a companionable arm across his shoulders. "Because I'm getting ahead of myself. To make this into effective revenge, I need to turn you inside out, Mulder. Just like you did to me when you turned Chellee against me." Mulder's face drained of colour. "What?" Dean stared down at Scully, who had just barely managed to push herself into a sitting position against the bar. "Mulder, I've spent the last two years watching and listening to the two of you. Mulder and Scully, Scully and Mulder. Spooky and the Ice Queen. I *know* you two. God, *Fox*, a plant stand is more upfront with its feelings than you and your bitch!" He paused and cocked his head, looking oddly at Mulder. "And you a shrink. Tsk-Tsk." Scully struggled to her feet. "What do you mean by that?" His foot swept her feet out from underneath her, and then slammed against her stomach, driving the air from her lungs. She had to know. "Who are you? What the hell do you want from us?!" She let out a whispered shriek as he yanked her to her feet by her hair. "Oh, how remiss of me, Dr. Scully. I am Arpeth Dean, aka your captor." He backhanded her across the face, she could taste the metallic bite of her blood. She slammed into Mulder, who staggered low to keep her upright. "You should've listened to your brother, Dana. Maybe you wouldn't be here if you recognized what a sorry sonofabitch Fox Mulder really is!" "Leave her the fuck alone, Dean!" Mulder snarled, fury overtaking his common-sense. "Whatsamatta, Foxy? Don't like me touching your 'one in five billion'?" Dean simpered nastily. "Hmm. Let's test your response to stimuli, Fox." Dean yanked Scully off Mulder and threw her against the bar, pinning her there with his body. He grabbed a breast and started to grope and paw at her restrained frame. ------------------------------------------- Skinner didn't, couldn't, take his eyes off the monitor. "Solution. Now." ------------------------------------------- Mulder lunged uselessly against his cuffs. "Goddammit, let go of her, Dean! Dean! Motherfucker, let'er go! I'll do whatever you want, just LET HER GO!" Dean flung Scully aside, completely unaware of her rough, scraping slide across the floor. He stomped into Mulder's face. "Fine. Twenty questions. No prevarication, no misdirection. Twenty honest answers." Mulder knew he didn't have any choices; he could only hope that he could buy time for a rescue. "Okay." Scully looked up from her sprawled and prone position. "Mulder, no!" Dean slammed Mulder's head into the bar rail, cutting his temple open. "Stay out of this, Dana! Every time you interfere, every one of your interrupting actions will have a greater though not necessarily healthier reaction on Mulder!" He pulled a slightly dazed Mulder's head round and stared into his eyes. "Failure to comply, to answer, will affect the lovely Dana in ways I guarantee you won't like, Fox!" "No!" Mulder spat angrily at Dean, icy shards of terror slicing at his soul.. "It's non-negotiable, Mulder! Or I can just shoot her now!" "NO!" "Okay then. Question one, Mulder. You love Scully, don't you? Mulder?" "Yes." Dean smiled ferally. "Mulder, you're actually in love with her, aren't you? AREN'T YOU?" "Yes," Mulder gritted out, eyes narrowed and voice hard enough to pound nails through flesh without flinching. Dean laughed delightedly. "How long have you loved her, Mulder? How long Agent Mulder?" Mulder was silent, his soul's screech of agony as he fathomed Dean's goal chilling him. He gasped as Dean grabbed Scully and dragged her across the floor by her hair. Her cry of pain made him flinch. Dean slammed a foot down onto her shoulder. "Answer me, Fox, or I'm gonna start tearin' her hair out!" "I don't know!" He felt as though the words had been wrenched from deep inside his heart. Dean snickered. "What, the brilliant Fox Mulder doesn't know something?!? Explain that, Fox." "It, it just happened. I looked at her one day and realized...." Mulder's voice trailed off. "Realized what, Mulder?" "Nothing." "Tell me, Mulder!" Dean felt anger rush into his muscles. He twisted his hand in the bitch's hair and dragged her up and slapped her, absently noting the trickle of blood from her nose and lips. He pulled back a clenched fist, ready to pummel her face into ground chuck. Mulder couldn't get the words out fast enough, could hear the frantic edge in his voice. "I realized that she *was* my life! That she's *everything* to me! That without her I am *nothing*." ---------------------------------------------- Skinner heard Agent MacCauley curse. "Shit. This is gonna be ugly." ------------------------------------------------ --------------- TBC in Part 3 ================================================ =============== TI: "A Fresh And Desolate Hell" 3/ AU: Mar (aka SnoopMary) RA: V, A, MSR; NC-17 DI: Carter's people, my situations AN: Read them in order. (d'uh) ================================================ ====== Dean smiled happily. This was going better than he'd hoped. "How sweet. Question five, Mulder. What is your most treasured memory of your time with Agent Scully, Mulder?" The silence wiped the smile from his face. "Fox? Answer me!" -------------------------------------------- Mulder was *visibly* angry, Skinner noted. Something that had rarely occurred outside his office. That vein was pulsing and twitching in his forehead, his lips were drawn semi-taut over his teeth. Scully looked much as she always did: bloodied but unbowed, bruised but still ready to go ballistic. -------------------------------------------- Mulder could feel rage licking his veins, that red haze shimmering at the edges of his vision. "Fuck you." Dean was enraged. How dare he deny him his booty! He slammed the bitch into the bar. "Nice blouse, Dana." He grabbed the lapels and jerked, tearing it apart. He shoved it off her shoulders, letting it pillow on her elbows. He could feel the adrenalin rush as he stepped back. Funny, he'd never expected this frigid bitch to wear white stretch lace bras, the half- covering kind. "Oh, baby....". He reached out to cup them. It had been so long since he'd touched tits. --------------------------------------------- Skinner could feel the tension in the room jerk up another hair-splitting notch. "Dear Jesus," Andrews muttered beside him. Skinner barely spared MacCauley a glance. "Make 'em work faster, MacCauley!" ---------------------------------------------- Mulder felt his heart buckling. He screamed out at Dean, desperate to keep his hands off Scully, "Teaching her how to hit a baseball!" Mulder exhaled softly as Dean dropped his hands. Dean stared at Mulder. "Baseball?" She didn't know how to hit a baseball? Mulder shrugged. "Hips before hands." Dean snorted. "Weird." He paused suddenly, and laughed. "Or should I say, 'spooky'? Anyhow, let's see.....Question six! What do you find sexiest about Dr. Dana, Mulder?" Dean trailed a finger down the lacy bra strap and started to run his finger into her cleavage, delighting in her cold sweat, in Mulder's fruitless forward movements. Mulder could feel the cuffs cutting his wrists. "When she plays with me!" He could hear the guttural stress in his voice as he wailed, overcome with her visible-to-him agony, "STOP TOUCHING HER!!" Dean left his finger tucked inside her bra, resting just beside her nipple. He was almost mesmerized by her eyes, glittering as they were with suppressed rage. "Explain." Mulder felt the words tumble out. "When she lets herself have fun on a case! When she spars with me! When she tears apart one of my arguments with her science and her logic!" Dean reluctantly stepped back from Scully, enjoying Mulder's near-wilting relief. Can't do too much too soon, don't want to spoil it, he reminded himself. "What do you hate about her, Fox?" Mulder had no problem telling him that. Hell, nearly everyone knew that. "When she shuts me out and won't let me try to take away the hurt." Dean shared a commiserating glance with his nemesis. "Yeah, that is annoying. Chellee used to really piss me off when she did that." He shook the image of Chellee off. "Where were we? Yeah, question ten." He had been looking forward to asking this one. "Where would you most like to kiss her, Mulder? And everywhere isn't an answer!" His silence was an insult to their deal. He took a threatening step towards Scully. "Mulder," he drawled in warning. Mulder could almost *feel* Scully begging him silently not to be afraid, not to worry, she wouldn't hold it against him. "Nape of her neck." He saw her eyes widen, knowing she realized why there, of all places. Dean smiled, one that oozed evil. Suddenly, he reached out and jerked Scully against him, yanking her head around, baring her neck. "You mean like this?" He viciously nipped at her neck. Mulder lunged, felt blood drip over his flesh. "SONOFABITCH! MOTHERFUCKER!" Dean laughed delightedly as he threw Scully to the floor. He whipped a gun out and pointed it at Mulder, who froze. "I'll take that as a yes." He paused, recognizing a new wound he could inflict. "You've never tasted her, have you, Mulder? I'll share, Mulder. Sweet yet tart. Like lemonade. Yummy." ================================================ ================ TBC in part 4 ================================================ ================ TI: "A Fresh And Desolate Hell" 4/ AU: Mar (aka SnoopMary) RA: V, A, MSR; NC-17 DI: Carter's people, my situations AN: Read them in order. (d'uh) ------------------------------------------------ ---------------- Skinner stared in horror at the screen, aware of other agents muttering. He could hear Andrews snap that Mulder was going to have a meltdown, could hear MacCauley demand a progress report from the drill crew. They were nearly through the back door frame, they nearly knew whether there was C4 keeping their colleagues in hell. ------------------------------------- Dean stepped eye to eye with a furious, enraged Mulder. Good, he thought. Feel my rage, Mulder you fucker. "Ever kissed her, Mulder? I mean *really* kissed her. Not like on New Year's Eve." He paused as Mulder's eyes widened in shock. "Yeah, that was your first kiss, wasn't it? It was so...juvenile. But it probably wasn't your first try, Mulder, was it?" Scully couldn't stand it. "You motherfucker!" she snarled. Dean growled and crashed a fist in Mulder's right kidney. Mulder's head swam with the pain. He could see Dean pulling back for another blow. "I tried to," he gasped out through the pain. "She got stung by a bee, and taken to Antarctica." Dean stepped back, hands at his side. "Pity." He shook his head. "Ever told her that you love her, Mulder? 'Cause women like to hear it." No point in denying it, Mulder thought as he pulled himself straight. "Once. I was drugged and she didn't believe me." Dean snickered. "Drugged or just being a dope? Never mind. Probably both. Well, we're up to question number fourteen, Mulder." He sarcastically cupped his hands around his mouth and faked a roaring crowd. He became serious again, staring into his prey's hazel eyes. "Do you fantasize about her?" He watched a deep burning rage fill Mulder's eyes. Next level, Mulder. "That bra would hurt if I tore it off, Mulder." Mulder flinched, and looked away. Damning himself, he whispered harshly, "Yes." ------------------------------------------- Skinner's eyes crashed into Andrews and MacCauley's. He could feel the horror oozing into his pores, could hear the sympathetic murmurs of the others for Mulder's forced confession of his lust. He looked into the monitor, and for the first time he thought he could actually see a woman's heart break. ------------------------------------------- Dean smiled ferally. "Just Scully? ANSWER ME!" He grabbed Mulder and forced him to look at him. Mulder felt his rage bury his pain. "Yes," he snarled, "Just Scully. Just Dana Katharine Scully." Dean tightened his fingers, rewarded by the tears that sprung into Mulder's eyes at his bruising grip. "That means you have a favourite. tell me." "That's not a question, Dean. Try again," Mulder sneered, fury licking his soul. Dean tightened his grip further, digging his ragged nails into Mulder's skin, drawing blood. "DON'T FUCK WITH ME FOX! WHAT, IN DETAIL, IS YOUR FAVOURITE DANA SCULLY FANTASY!?!?!" Mulder couldn't do it. He couldn't tell Dean that, share that with him. He'd always dreamed of going back there with Scully, replaying that moment, turning it into a mutual rebirth. "I cannot and will not tell you that, Dean. I'm sorry, but I just can't." Dean shoved himself away from Mulder, and dragged Scully off the floor by her hair, drawing a shriek from her. He flung her into the bar, just out of Mulder's limited reach. He grabbed her skirt and jerked it, splitting the zip, down her legs, shoving her off its crumpled remains. Scully could feel her skin flush with embarrassment and fury. She stood there, in a torn open, half-off blouse, a lacy demi-cup bra, white hicut bikinis, black stay-up stocking and a pair of heels. The only thing that she could remotely be thankful for was her continued inability to not wear underwear under nylons. Thank God. Her blood froze at Dean's wolf whistle, at his "Baby, you look good enough to eat." she begged silently, knowing he couldn't do anything to help her. ================================================ ============ TBC in part 5 ================================================ ============ TI: "A Fresh And Desolate Hell" 5/ AU: Mar (aka SnoopMary) RA: V, A, MSR; NC-17 DI: Carter's people, my situations. AN: Read the other parts first. ================================================ =========== Skinner couldn't help it as he begged a deity he wasn't sure existed aloud. "Jesus, please God, don't do this, not to her, not to them, no.....". ----------------------------------------------- Dean dragged her against him, pawing her. She could feel his erection press into her back, felt the bile rise in her throat. "She's not got much left to tear off, Mulder!" She could feel his hand slide across her stomach, down her abdomen, reach the edge of her panties, his fingers start to slide past the elastic. She closed her eyes, swallowing her tears, trying to find someplace calm to hide in her head. Mulder could see the terror etched in her face. He couldn't do it. "ALL RIGHT, I'LL TELL YOU, JUST STOP TOUCHIN' HER!" He breathed a sigh of relief as Dean tossed Scully to the floor. "Talk, Mulder!" "Our first case. Scully came into my room. She was scared by something related to the case. She had two lumps on her back just above her hips. She dropped her robe and all she had on was a bra and panties. The power was out. The only light in the room was from some candles. They made her skin look like....like the surface of the ocean off the Vineyard at sunrise. She *glowed*. Her hair, her eyes, her skin, her smile.....They were only bug bites, but she hugged me, she was so relieved. I really wanted to kiss her, but I didn't. If I'd had the guts I would've. I would've devoured her. I would've tasted every inch of her skin. I would have....I would have...." God help him, he thought as his voice failed him, as the tears clogged his throat. He closed his eyes. He couldn't face her. But Dean wouldn't let him. He heard Scully cry out in pain. His eyes flew open. Dean had torn off her cross, tearing her skin. He watched the blood slide from the tear and stain her bra. He knew it then for sure. They would never leave this room alive. --------------------------------------------- Skinner couldn't look away. "ERT. Now." ---------------------------------------------- Mulder looked at Scully, stared at her, willing her to understand what this meant to him, this dream. "I would've kissed her the way I've been wanting to. I would've known every corner of her mouth. I would've known what the hollow of her throat smelt and tasted like. I would've lapped at that space between her breasts, at her nipples. I would have nipped at the edge of her belly button, at the columns of her neck, and I would've marked her as mine. I would've soothed the wounds. I would've learned how she likes her clit stroked, I would've found the spot inside her that makes her scream my name. I would've fucked her brains out. All night. And I wouldn't have been able to stop. Ever." ------------------------------------------------ - Skinner swallowed convulsively, knowing that the agents around him, listening to this, could also feel their hearts break. But he didn't know if they knew what he knew now: Mulder had given up. He thought they were going to die. He was only telling her because he wanted her to know how much he wanted her. He wanted her to have something to run to when the inevitable occurred. He started as Carter's voice came over the radio. "We're through, sir. There is C4, but it's only networked by one line. We can bypass it, but it'll take at least ten minutes." ------------------------------------------------ --- Mulder could see that she knew what he was telling her. He could see the tears well in her eyes before she rapidly blinked them away. Dean stepped in front of her. He forced his eyes to Dean's face. "Wow, Mulder. You should be writing for Penthouse, not Omni. Yeah, I know about that little side career, M. F. Luder. Anyways, question seventeen." He paused and glanced back over his shoulder at Scully. "She has great lips, Mulder. Just full enough to be pouty without actually pouting. They must give you some interesting ideas. Ever pretend, while you're in the shower, that she's going down on you, deep-throating you?" Mulder felt his blood boil. "I'll take that glazed look in your eyes as a yes?" "I am going to rip out your intestines and hang you with 'em, Dean," "Ooh, you do! You do!" ------------------------------------------------ -------- The silent stare-off was chilling. Suddenly, Andrews started moaning "*No*. Nononononono...." ================================================ ========= TBC in part 6 ================================================ ========= TI: "A Fresh And Desolate Hell" 6/ AU: Mar (aka SnoopMary) RA: V, A, MSR; NC-17 DI: Carter's people, my situations. AN: Read the other parts first. ================================================ =========== Mulder snarled, breaking the unnatural silence, knowing that his voice could've cut diamonds. "Don't even think about it, Dean. I'd rather see her dead." Scully, as did Skinner, suddenly realized what Dean had been planning. The horror virtually froze the blood in their veins. Dean snorted, a somewhat offended sound. "Hmph. Too bad. I was going to make your wish come true. Oh well, my loss. Anyways, I find myself with three questions to ask and only two left. The game is now twenty-one questions." Scully snapped, anger winning out. "Not fair, Dean." "Shut your trap, bitch!" Mulder felt the blow straight through to his spine. He gasped for air, his lungs burning. "As I was saying, question eighteen. Have you, Special Agent Doctor of Psychology Fox William fucking multimillionaire Mulder - oh yes, Mulder, I know about your net worth. I still can't believe a man with a $145 million dollar trust fund from his grandparents is working for a measly $55 000 a year! And to chase little green, excuse me, gray men! And what is it with that rathole of an apartment? For God's sake, Mulder, you own a house on the Vineyard and one right near Washington Cathedral, and you choose to live in Hegel Place! What the fuck is with you, boy?" ------------------------------------------------ - Skinner could hear the murmurs, and silently swore. He knew that if they made it out of there alive, Mulder was going to get just that much more grief because of that money. He turned at the tap on his shoulder, drawn from Dean's rant about Mulder's lifestyle. Kersh stared back at him. "He's rich?" Skinner glowered at the asshole. "Yes, Adrian, he's rich. His father's family owned a lot of patents on pharmaceuticals. He inherited it all. And that figure doesn't include what he's going to get from his mother, once her estate goes through probate. He was her jewel- encrusted, oil-field owning family's only heir. By Monday morning, he should be worth upwards of $587 million. Why? Want a loan? Too bad they hate your guts! Because Scully is his heir, and if they both die, it all goes to the Georgetown Cancer Centre!" He winced internally. He hadn't realized he'd been yelling. Half the goddamn agents on scene knew now. If they made it, Mulder was going to castrate him. He took a deep breath. "It's not a motive, Adrian." He turned back to the screen. ------------------------------------------------ "Fuck, man, you could own half of Alexandria!" Dean shook his head. "Anyways, as I was asking, Mulder, have you ever thought about the children you could have with Special Agent Doctor of Medicine Dana Katharine Scully?" Dean watched with interest the look Mulder and Scully shared with each other. He decided to give him some incentive. He crouched down beside Scully. "Think it would hurt if I ripped those pretty earrings out? Think it would damage her lovely, soft-" he drawled the words as he slid his hand up her leg until it rested at the top of her bare thigh, "skin?" "Yes! Don't touch her!" Mulder's voice cracked as he begged Dean. God, he wished that he'd be able to use his hands one day to erase the feeling of Dean's hands on her skin. "Better start talking, Mulder, or I'll let my fingers-" he dragged his fingers across the front of her panties, "do the walking." "Please stop touching her, I won't tell you if you don't take your hands off her." The defeat in Mulder's voice scared Scully. "No, Mulder!" Dean rolled towards Mulder and lunged to his feet. He grabbed his head and yanked his head back, pulling hair out. He slammed a fist into Mulder's chest, right over his heart. Mulder wheezed like a drowning animal. "You keep your mouth shut, bitch!" He stalked over towards her, his eyes on Mulder. Scully, rage overriding her mind, kicked out, knocking him to the floor. Dean snarled in rage and grabbed her hair and threw her into the bar. He snatched up his gun and began to aim it towards Mulder. "NO! Leave him alone!" She screamed, terror etched across her face. She rolled to her feet directly in front of Mulder, blocking Dean's aim. "Don't you hurt him!" Dean lunged forward, pushing her out of the way, resting the barrel between Mulder's eyes. "You gonna keep quiet, bitch?" She nodded, terror having stolen her voice. "Good." He stepped back, placing the gun on a table. "Well, Mulder?" Mulder stared at Scully, his heart shattering as it swelled. He could hear in his own voice how much of a broken man he was. He railed at himself for wasting the last eight years. Eight years as of tonight. Eight years ago, she walked into his life and calmly declared his life her property. "Sometimes, I think about coming home and finding her rocking our baby in the chair my mother rocked me and my sister to sleep in. I can see her nursing our son. Reading to our daughter. I see us on picnics, at Disneyworld, at Little League, at graduations and weddings. I've seen you have my babies, Scully." He could feel his tears burning in the cuts on his face. "Oh, God, Scully, I wanted to make you pregnant. I wanted to make babies with you and love you and watch you sing them to sleep and hold you while you did...." Mulder couldn't say any more, he just stared at his Scully and watched tears fall down her perfect cheeks. ------------------------------------------------ - Skinner blinked back tears, heard Andrews clear his throat. "How much longer?" Carter, in a subdued voice, crackled back over the radio, "Maybe 5 minutes, tops." "Move it, Carter." ------------------------------------------------ -- Dean grinned at a desolate Mulder. "Question Nineteen. What would you do if I nailed her on the floor right in front of you?" ------------------------------------------------ --- Skinner could see the terror in Scully's eyes, could hear the hate, the rage, the fury, the promise in Mulder's voice. The glare burned through the monitor. "Stop you or die trying." ================================================ ========= TBC in part 7 ================================================ ========= TI: "A Fresh And Desolate Hell" 7/ AU: Mar (aka SnoopMary) RA: V, A, MSR; NC-17 DI: Carter's people, my situations. AN: Read the other parts first. ================================================ =========== Dean laughed evilly, as he turned to Scully, pulling her against him, threading his fingers through her hair, holding her still. "Dana, I could fuck your brains out right now, and no-one, not even the wunderkind, could stop me. What do you think of that, you cunt?" ------------------------------------------- Scully gave him a look so disdainful, so 'Ice Queen', that Skinner actually shivered. "God, Scully, don't antagonize him!" He begged, even as he recognized its futility. -------------------------------------------- Scully's voice could've frozen lava. "Dean, you couldn't fuck my brains out. Only *Mulder* could do that. You would be *raping* me. And yes, Mulder can't stop you now. But you seem to think that you know me, that you could destroy me by raping me. You don't and you can't. I've survived fetishists, abductions, cannibals, cancer, and infectious parasitic diseases. You don't even score on the scale. Besides, this body isn't me. You could rape it, assault it, batter it, break it. But it isn't me. You would *never* **ever** touch ***me***." Dean cleared his throat, forcing Mulder to look at him. "I wish my Chellee had her guts, Mulder." Dean tossed her to the floor behind him, and walked over to stare into Mulder's eyes. "You're one lucky bastard, Mulder. Too bad you blew eight years." Dean turned back and stared smiling at Scully. "Oh, happy anniversary, Dana." Mulder's eyes widened as he recognized that Dean knew. He fucking *knew*. Dean suddenly picked up Mulder's suit coat, reaching into the pocket, and pulling something out. "No, Dean, don't," he begged, "Please don't do this to her. Please! Don't fucking do this to her!" "Sorry, Mulder. But gifts are meant to be given." Dean crouched down beside Scully. "Mulder had this made for you three weeks ago. It was for later, but since there's not going to be a later, I think you should know." Scully watched Dean rip the delicate paper off the box, then the lid. She gasped as he lifted it out of the box. ------------------------------------------------ --- Kersh whistled as Skinner groaned. The diamonds and emeralds shimmered even through the monitor. ------------------------------------------------ --- "Beautiful, isn't it, Dana? In each of the twelve circles, there are seven empire-cut diamonds and six starburst-cut emeralds. And each circle is linked by the best quality platinum." He crawled behind her and put the necklace on her, pulling her to her feet and standing her so that Mulder could see the necklace on. "You, Dr. Scully, are wearing a necklace worth over $500 000 that lover boy designed for you. And there's a matching engagement ring and two matched wedding bands in Harry Winston's safe. And to think, after you had dinner tonight, after he had taken you home and you were sitting sipping coffee on your sofa, all you would have had to do was say yes." He smiled an utterly evil smile at the sob that managed to break loose from Scully's chest. "And just in case you did manage to give him those babies, my darling Dana, there are enough matching diamonds and emeralds there for a pair of earrings and a bracelet." "I hope you burn in hell for this, Dean," she whispered, her eyes closed in a futile attempt to hold her tears in. Dean chuckled in her ear. "Oh, but that's not the best part, Dana. You know that house in Georgetown, by the Cathedral? The yellow one on Cleveland, between 32nd and 33rd Streets? The one you always make him slow down for so you can see it? He bought it for you when he bought the bracelet. It's waiting for you, with tomorrow's picnic breakfast in the fridge. And a nice little boombox with a pre-arranged radio request for 'You say it best' from that 'Notting Hill' movie you keep renting. What do you say to that, Dana?" He shoved her forward, her stumble arrested by Mulder's body. Scully tipped her head up towards Mulder's, tears sliding over her cheeks. Her soft "Mulder", and the hitch in her breathing, made Mulder open his eyes. She stared up into his unforgettable face. "Yes." Dean stopped, five feet away, by the table his arsenal rested upon. "What?" ================================================ ===== TBC in part 8 ================================================ ====== TI: "A Fresh And Desolate Hell" 8/ AU: Mar (aka SnoopMary) RA: V, A, MSR; NC-17 DI: Carter's people, my situations. AN: Read the other parts first. ================================================ ======== Skinner pushed himself upright. "FUCK! Get ready to move!" MacCauley stopped him with an upraised hand. "We can't, the C4's still linked! We need five more minutes! If we go now, we could lose the whole block!" Skinner whirled, smashing his hand through the cruiser window. He turned back to the screen, the feeling he used to get in the jungle before an ambush rushing across his skin. ------------------------------------------------ Scully stared at Mulder, his face streaked with blood and tears, his eyes, oh, God, those eyes, staring at her with joy and pain and an infinite sadness in them. "I said yes. To Mulder." Mulder looked stunned. She smiled what her father used to call her "Helen of Troy" smile, the one that had kept Bill terrorizing boyfriends for years. "I love you, Mulder. I wanna marry you. I wanna live in our house with you. I wanna have your babies. I want to wear those rings." She smiled at Mulder's relieved, joyous grin. At his altered breathing. The world around them ceased to exist. She watched his eyes flit to her lips, then back to her eyes, then back to her lips. She gently wet them, her tongue darting out ever so slightly, knowing he could see the invitation in her eyes. "My Scully," he breathed, his eyes locked on her eyes, devouring her soul, as his head dropped. ---------------------------------------------- Silence fell over the command centre as the assembled agents, astounded, watched Special Agent Fox Mulder softly kiss Special Agent Dana Scully, both completely unaware of the rage that was boiling over behind them. ---------------------------------------------- The scream of unbridled rage broke the spell. Dean lunged across the space, wrenching Scully away from Mulder with a bruising, shoulder-dislocating grip. Her howl of pain was abruptly silenced by his uncontrolled backhand across her face. "Whore!" ----------------------------------------------- Skinner bellowed back to MacCauley, "HOW LONG?" "Two minutes!" ---------------------------------------------- Dean threw her to the floor, falling on top of her. He grabbed the front of her bra and ripped the front clasp, baring her, grabbing at her. Her piercing screams were nearly drowned out by Mulder's inarticulate scream, his frantic kicking at the bar rail. Her legs flailed, her torso twisted as she desperately tried to buck him off her body. Dean leaned back and sent a unforgiving punch into her other shoulder, the pop resounding through the room. Dean's eyes were wild as he stared at Mulder, a sadistic grin twisting his lips into something monstrous. "Watch me take your Scully, Mulder, your *wife*! Because once I'm through with her I'm gonna kill her!" ------------------------------------------------ -- Skinner could hear the screaming from inside the bar on the street, could hear Mulder's screams of rage, Scully's screams of terror and anger, watched the reporters on the other side of the street whirl in horror as the sounds overwhelmed their words, watched every officer and agent get ready to storm the building. MacCauley's voice boomed out over the howls and shrieks and cries for everyone to get ready, ninety seconds. A horrible shriek of metal on metal and splintering wood screamed out of the bar. Skinner watched the monitor in shock as Mulder pulled the railing loose from the woods, blood spurting from his wrists, as he wrenched the cuffs off the railing, as he lunged towards Dean. Skinner watched in horror as Dean dragged a gun from his rear waistband and aimed at a charging enraged Mulder, as Scully bucked up throwing Dean's aim off, as Mulder tackled Dean, the force of impact knocking him off Scully. Watched as Scully screamed in agony as she rolled up onto her shoulders and forced her feet and legs through the cuffed space between her arms. He watched Mulder and Dean roll in a ballet of death, each deadly earnest in their quests to save his wife and his revenge. Skinner watched as Scully spun to her feet, darted to the table, grabbed a handgun, whirled and aimed at the two men, unable to fire. He watched as Mulder forced Dean up, his body blocking half the shot. He watched as Mulder twisted his ruined wrists around the gun, forcing the barrel towards Dean's wretched face. Suddenly, in the unnaturally silent street, one sound was heard from the bar: The sound of two guns firing as one echoed in the stillness. Skinner stared as Dean's head exploded, as two bullets went through his skull, completely demolishing his head. As what was left of Arpeth Dean spurted blood and collapsed onto Fox Mulder. As the Amazon formerly known as Dana Scully half-staggered, half-fell, towards Mulder. As Mulder shoved the corpse off him, dug in its pockets, pulled out the cuff keys and dragged himself to Scully. He watched as the cuffs hit the floor and his agents fell into each other and to the floor. ================================================ ================ TBC in part 9 ================================================ ================ TI: "A Fresh And Desolate Hell" 9/ AU: Mar (aka SnoopMary) RA: V, A, MSR; NC-17 DI: Carter's people, my situations. AN: Read the other parts first. ================================================ =========== Mulder and Scully climbed, exhausted, up the hill. Mulder knew there was going to be hell to pay once their escape from the hospital was noted, but he was damned if they were spending one more night in that place. It wasn't like escaping from hospitals was something they were virgins at, or that they were unable to judge their own health status. Besides, his Scully wanted to go home. Mulder smiled as they came to a stop in front of *their* house. She was positively vibrating with glee. He laughed as she grabbed his hand and dragged him up the front walk towards the door. He couldn't wait to see her face once she got inside. Dean's information was out-of-date. Yes, he'd bought the house, but it wasn't just a picnic basket inside. Besides raiding the storage lockers for his family's antiques, he'd had the Gunmen move their furniture into the house. Nothing matched, apparently, but they could deal with that later. *Much* later. Right now, he just wanted to be with his not-quite- wife. As she fumbled with the keys to the door, Mulder thought about what Dean had done to her. Or tried to, he should say. All Mulder knew was that tonight, if she would let him, he wanted to overwrite Dean's touch, wanted to live his fantasy with her. Wanted to rescue his words from Dean's evil. Scully finally succeeded in getting the locks undone and shoved the door open. Stepping in behind her, he shut and locked all the locks on the door, and set the new alarm system Byers, Langly and Frohike had installed. She turned in the door to the livingroom and stared at him, the necklace shimmering in the lowlight. He owed Skinner big for his refusal to allow the Forensics team to take her necklace. Hell, the only reason he had been going to give her the necklace instead of the ring was his *real* favourite fantasy: he'd always wanted to make love with her wearing nothing but a smile and that necklace. It had sprung Athena-like out of his dreams. The ring, the design for the bracelet and the earrings, they were done to match the necklace. The necklace he wanted her to wear for him when they weren't working. Mulder walked forward, stopping only as he loomed over her. He smiled down at her precious face. He knew she had questions as to why they had come here, instead of one of their apartments. "Mulder, why here? Why this, all of this, now?" He knew her commitment was unwavering, but that like any good scientist, she needed to know. "Because ever since you pointed out this house six years ago, I knew that it was our home. That it belonged to us. It took me this whole time to convince the owners to sell. Why now? Because I couldn't take another day of not being able to love you openly and unreservedly. Because I couldn't take seeing you not wearing this necklace any longer." He let her pull him to her couch, and sat down, clasping her hands. "Scully, I used to dream about loving you while you wore nothing except this necklace. I don't know why, but I had this image of it in my head. And when I just couldn't take this, this stupid distance between us any more I made arrangements to have it made. Because it was the right time." He brushed the hair out of her eyes and leaned in. "It was time, Scully. I wasn't ready before. I needed to tie up my loose ends first. And they were finally all tied; Samantha, Mom, everything. I wasn't going to come to you, to love you, with that kind of baggage, Scully. I respect you too much to bring other people, another life, into our bed. I love you too much to want to share you." He took a deep breath, sliding a hand under her chin, holding her gently. "Now, all I want to do is love you. I want to erase his touch, Scully. I want to mark you as mine. Pardon my primitive nature, but I want everyone to look at you and know that you are mine. I want you to mark me and make it so that people know at a glance that I am yours." He stood and pulled her to her feet, into his arms. "Will you let me? Will you do this for me?" Scully smiled at her Mulder. "Mulder, do you honestly think that our lack of a social life was purely the result of our work? Mulder, every woman in the Bureau who ever looked at you for the past six years has received a very gentle explanation in the Ladies Room from previous candidates. And every man who's even glanced my way recognizes your unspoken warning." She paused, considering whether to explain, knowing still that she had to. "Mulder, the only threat to me was Diana Fowley. I don't think you realize how much she scared me, Mulder. How much your faith in her scared me. For the first time since Tooms, I actually wondered if I was wrong, if I had been simply the replacement rather than the original. But I knew that only you could figure that out, so I waited. I knew I had to give you the same consideration that you gave me with Ed Jerse, when I ran like hell every time you tried to step closer. You never asked, Mulder, and you never pushed. You trusted me. I only intervened when I began to believe that *you* were in danger." Mulder knew that he had to ask now, that she was giving him permission to ask. "Did you sleep with him? Did you let Jerse touch you?" "Yes. Yes I did. And I hated every minute of it. And I hated myself for allowing it. I must confess, Mulder, that Jerse was a retaliation." Mulder swallowed, knowing it was time to admit to his crime. "Kristin." ================================================ =============== TBC in part 10 ================================================ =============== TI: "A Fresh And Desolate Hell" 10/ AU: Mar (aka SnoopMary) RA: V, A, MSR; NC-17 DI: Carter's people, my situations. AN: Read the other parts first. ================================================ ================= Scully nodded. "You fucked her, Mulder. You fucked her when I was missing. When I found that file, Mulder, I was enraged. Right before you walked into that office Mulder, that morning, I had found and read and replaced the file. All I could think of was that you had betrayed me, not with your mind or your soul, but with your body. You let that woman touch what was mine. And I had to return the favour. You had to know what it was like." Mulder sat down hard, remembering how he felt when he'd read the file. Remembered his fury, his desire to make her confess, to make her pay, to make her give him what she had so easily given Jerse. And then his realization, when he'd gone to file it, that the Keeler file was out of order. That she had known of his violation. How it had sickened him, knowing that she knew of his failure, of what he had already considered his adultery. "Yes, I knew what it was like. I wanted him dead. I wanted to storm your apartment, make you fuck me. Make you give me what was mine. What I had been waiting for. And then I realized that I deserved to be made to wait. That I wasn't worthy yet. That I hadn't earned that right yet." She slipped into his lap, and made him look at her. "You were worthy, Mulder, just as worthy as I was. We just weren't ready yet. Our rage was still too fresh. We had so many hurts to wade through that had anything occurred, we would've been taking it out on each other." She hugged him, feeling him shudder slightly. She stood, pulling him with her. "Where?" Mulder led her up the stairs and down a hall towards a large room, with her bed and his couch. Her lips twitched, and he stopped in front of it. "I spent seven years on that couch, dreaming of you wearing that necklace, Scully. One day soon, I'm going to fulfill that goal on that couch." He began to move again, stopping finally at her bed. He went to speak, but she silenced him with a finger. "Tomorrow, Mulder, we buy a new bed. No baggage." Mulder smiled lopsidedly, and bent slightly to kiss her. Her lips were soft, he nipped at her lower lip, the one he'd wanted for so long, soothing it with his tongue. Her sign gave him his access, his tongue surged in and crashed into hers, each duelling and exploring the other's secret caverns and crevices. God, he knew it was going to be a hard-fought battle for his control, to not scare her away with his wildness for her. Mulder turned slightly, and was startled when she pushed him back. "Scully?" Her smile drew him closer, sent his blood rushing away from his extremities. "Mulder, did you not say earlier that you wanted to erase Dean's touch?" "Yes," he stared at her, not quite sure if he knew what she wanted. Scully smiled an enchantress's smile, daring him to deny her anything. "Mulder, I don't want nice. I don't want soft. I don't want sweet. I want *you*. I want the you I *love*. I want the darkness, the wildness, the roughness that I've seen in your eyes. I want the lover I should have had in the hallway. I want my...." She didn't get a chance to finish. His fingers bit into his arms as he jerked her forward, she could taste blood as his lips slammed into and forced her open, as his tongue and teeth battled hers back, dominating her mouth. She moaned as one hand grasped a breast, kneading it, while the other slid to his spot and held her still against him as he pushed his rapidly hardening cock against her body. He pulled his mouth loose, sliding it down the column of her neck, biting and sucking at her, marking her. "You want it rough, Scully? That really what you want tonight? 'Cause it's yours, Scully. Whatever you want, it's yours...." He reared up to look into her eyes. "How much do you like this shirt?" Her breathing hitched in her chest at his meaning. "Hate it," she moaned as his fingers found her nipple through the material. "And the bra too." She gasped as he fisted the material and yanked backwards, buttons flying everywhere, twisting the material in his hands, holding her still as he ran his tongue down her skin to latch onto her breast through her bra, biting it and sucking at it, making her moan and writhe against him. He released her arms and pulled her hips tighter to his. She shook the shirt off, her movement forcing a shudder from Mulder. She slid hands between them, and grasped the edge of his shirt, yanking it upwards, forcing him to release her. His eyes were wild. He stepped back from her seeking hands. "Take it off," he rasped in the silence of the room. She leaned against the bed. "What?" "All of it." She felt as if his eyes were roasting her from the inside, knowing what he was asking of her. She shed her clothing and stood there, naked save for the necklace, in the moonlight. His groan of pleasure sent a sharp ping of arousal to her clit. "Lie back. I want to see you." ================================================ ============= TBC in part 11 ================================================ ============= TI: "A Fresh And Desolate Hell" 11/ AU: Mar (aka SnoopMary) RA: V, A, MSR; NC-17 DI: Carter's people, my situations. AN: Read the other parts first. ================================================ ============= The growl in his voice made her gasp as she fell back onto the bed, stretching slightly, a wicked thrill slithering over her skin at his stuttering breaths. She arched slightly, smiling at his involuntary shudder, at the flush that was spreading across his flesh. She could see the bulge in his pants grow, felt a rush of wetness between her thighs in response. Some devil on her shoulder whispered suggestions to her that made her angel run screaming. "Mmmmm, Mulder, want you here," she sighed, arching again, letting her legs fall open, letting his eyes devour her. She drew her lower lip between her teeth, worrying it, watching the sheen of sweat expanding on his skin, the unholy gleam in his obsidian eyes sending fire licking across her body. She drew her legs higher up on the bed, revelling in the clenching of his hands, the trembling of his arms. Dana Scully was on a mission. She wanted to make Mulder lose it, totally and utterly lose it. And she knew how to do it. She lightly drew her left index finger across her cheek to her mouth, licking the tip, slowly sucking it into her mouth until she reached the edge of her hand. She pulled it out with a pop, and trailed it almost-non-chalantly down her chin, her neck, down the valley between her breasts, down her belly, her abdomen, over the russet curls at the juncture of her thighs, through her folds, until she felt the wet heat. She let it saturate her finger, and then began to retrace her finger's path. She didn't even make it to her belly button. A feral growl had snapped out of his throat as his large frame crashed on top of her, his mouth devouring hers, his hands scorching their way over her skin. She clutched at his tightly-wound back, dragging her nails over his damp skin, shivering at the growl that was wrenched from deep inside him. He reared up, his stare burning across her skin, reading the secrets of her soul in hers eyes. "You tryin' to kill me, Scully?" he drawled, tracing her ear with his tongue, sucking hard on the lobe. "Or did you just think you could call up the devil inside me and expect it to behave?" His hands cupped and squeezed her breasts, thumbs pressing and slipping over the erect crests, drawing a moan out of her like middle c on a cello. "I hope you don't want me to behave, Scully, 'cause I've been good for so long." His raspy drawl scraped over her nerves, goose pimples springing up over her scaldingly- hot flesh. "I wanna behave *ssoooooo* badly, Scully. I wanna learn how to make you scream." His voice crooned into her ear, his humid breath against her skin causing her neck to arch in supplication, "I wanna make you scream my name. I wanna make you scream my name while you come over and over and over again in my arms. And then I want to start all over again." He grabbed her hands, pinning them over her head, using one hand wrapped around her wrists to keep them there, his eyes lingering on her up-drawn breasts. "I wanna shove myself so deep inside you that you forget the world outside, so deep inside you that all you know is what it feels like when our bodies slap together, when our eyes meet and nothin' else matters, ever mattered, except the way my cock bumps your cervix." He lifted his hand from its soft pillow, away from the nipple he'd been exquisitely tormenting. He let his fingers slide, barely making contact with her skin, over her abdomen. He shoved his fingers past her dripping lips and rammed two fingers deep inside her, wrenching a gasped shriek from her. He pushed and prodded her swollen flesh, smiling as she arched and gasped, head thrashing on the bed, a telling berry stain spreading out over her skin. She bucked fiercely against his hand "Mulder!" She cried out to him, the sound of his name on her lips, being gasped out between sucking desperate breaths, her voice thick and warm like her liquid honey actually making him flinch. She arched down, forcing his fingers deeper, the heel of his hand banging against her clit. Her head thrashed wildly from side to side. He quickly yanked his hand loose, the suck/slurp sound and her gasped "No!" nearly driving him out of his mind. He released her wrists and shoved himself down the bed, his shoulders forcing her legs further apart, plunging his face into her honeyed depths, licking and sucking and learning her taste, her texture, how to make her buck and scream out his name to the heavens. Scully shoved her hands against her shoulders, finally dislodging him from her body. She dragged him up her body and kissed him wildly, forcing him over onto his back. She duelled with him for possession of his mouth and her hands slid down to explore him. She pulled back, annoyed that he was still wearing his pants. She ripped the button-fly open, dug her fingers under both waistbands, and yanked, his reflexive thrust upwards aiding in their removal. She dropped down, taking him all the way into her mouth, grinning around his cock at his "Scuh-*fuck*, Sculleee...". She hollowed her cheeks as she slid upwards, relaxed her throat as she slid downward. His groans made her heart triphammer. She could just taste him, little dribbles of his possible progeny sliding onto her tongue. She felt his hands wrap their way into her hair, and resisted the urge to tense, refusing to allow Dean to take her husband's pleasure in her hair away, refused to allow him to ruin the shivers the feel of his fingers on her scalp caused. She let him pull her head up, smiled and stretched in a very feline manner at his reluctant groan as his engorged cock slid from her mouth. Mulder pulled her over him, until she could make eye contact with him. She gasped and arched into him as he shoved two (three?) fingers into her, rubbing his thumb against her clit. "Open your eyes, Scully." She tried to open them, but the sensation of his fingers slamming into her made them flutter shut. "Dana, look at me." Her eyes flew open and she stared down into his pitch-dark eyes, could see her eyes, what he was doing to her reflected back at her. She moaned as he pulled them from her body and rolled her onto her back, falling between her thighs. He spread her own juices along the edge of the necklace, dipping his head and lapping it up. He pressed a soft kiss into the hollow of her throat. And stared down into her eyes. "Don't look away," he whispered, desperate for her to see what she did to him. He pressed against her, slowly moving into her. Oh going to die so good so tight hard could feel slap ripples muscles squeeze against around devotion trust his eyes loyalty belief her eyes couldn't breathe think speak can't look away ------------------------------------------ "No, don't go......" "I'm too heavy....." "No. Stay." 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