From: Nicole Baker Date: Sat, 17 Jun 2000 13:36:56 -0700 (PDT) Subject: xfc: New: Five Months part 1/4 (NC 17) Source: xfc Title: Five Months part 1/3 Author: Agent Diana Fowley Email: agtdianafowley@yahoo.com Category: MSR, post episode Keywords: MSR, scully angst, Mulder angst, Scully POV Rating: NC-17 Spoilers: All things, Requiem, HAD, anything after All Things Feedback: I need it to live. Feedback will motivate me to send parts sooner! Summary: Mulder is found three months after he was taken. Notes: It's a happy story with a little angst (part 1 is angsty and the rest are happier). Read it, please! I will be posting all parts within the next few day. For those of you who are sick of reading post-requiem stories where Mulder and Scully are involved since All Things and CC is a bastard and not showing it, this is a fic for you! Disclaimer: CC, I don't like the fact that Scully is pregnant with Mulder's baby and we didn't get to see ANYTHING! We saw more when Scully slept with that tattooed psychopath, so I have taken the characters away from you. They are mine and you won't get them back until you learn how to treat them correctly or until I get tired of playing with them. Part 1/4 **************************************** Today is my anniversary. It's been three months. Three of the worst months of my life. Three months since I found proof that we are not alone. It's been three months since Mulder was ripped from my life. Three months since I stood before him, tears streaming down my face, and fastened my small gold cross around his neck. Three months since the last time he held me in is arms or my lips brushed the soft skin if his forehead. Three months ago today, Byers gave me the message that Mulder had been taken from me. It's been three months. Three of the best months of my life. Three months since I found proof that I am not alone. It's been three months since I found out that I am pregnant. Three months since I have received the most unexpected and most wonderful news of my life. Three months ago today, my doctor gave me the message that I was going to have Mulder's baby. It's been five months. Five of happiest months of my life. Five months since I found proof that I am not alone. It's been five months since I learned that Mulder loved me and wanted me as much as I loved and wanted him. Five months since my world was turned upside down by the appearance of and old love and the beginning of a new. Five months ago today, Mulder and I made love for the first and only time. It's been five months. Five of hardest months of my life. Five months since I found out that love does not guarantee that I will not end up alone. It's been five months since I lay naked and pressed against Mulder's body and listened to him tell me why making love was a mistake, why we couldn't be lovers, why it would be better for both of us if we went back to the way things were. Five months since Mulder told me that he wanted me and needed me and loved me, but couldn't handle a more than platonic relationship with me. Five months ago today, Mulder and I made love for the first time and then, heartbroken, I snuck out of his bedroom in the early morning light. It's been five months since I made love the Mulder. It's been five months since I risked letting him into my heart. It's been five months since he decided that we should just be friends. It's been three months since he was ripped out of my life. It's been three months since I learned that I was pregnant with Mulder's child. It's been three hour since I last prayed for his safe return. It's been three minutes since I last thought about the man I love and the father of my baby. For me, thinking about Mulder is nothing unusual. Ever since we made love for the first time I have lain awake torn by my thoughts and emotions. I lay in my bed at night wishing he was with me, holding me. I wish that I hadn't opened myself up to him, to this heartbreak. I wish that I hadn't left him that morning; I wish that I would have forced him to face this, us, in the light of day. I wish I had tried to convince him that this would work. I wish that he wasn't so damn afraid of loving me so we could be together, so we could have been together before... Other times I am so happy to be having Mulder's baby that I can overlook the sadness that has brought me to this point. Many times, before he was taken, I reached for the phone, wanting to call him and tell him that I love him and need him and reassure him that we, a romantic relationship, can work. I had too much pride and too much fear of rejection. I never made the call and now I've lost my chance; I need him now more than ever. I've had to settle for holding his pillow tight against me and remembering that wonderful night.... ..."a lot, a lot, a lot......." was the last thing I remember hearing Mulder say as I was overcome by exhaustion. When I awoke, Mulder's blanket was tucked beneath my chin, his scent enveloping me. I heard the sounds of the dishwasher being loaded in the kitchen and decided that I must not have been asleep for too long. I stood and wrapped the blanket around me and went to find Mulder. He was just shutting the dishwasher when I walked in. I yawned and he turned to look at me. After a moment a huge grind spread across his face, "Why if it isn't Sleeping Beauty." He leaned back against his counter, waiting for my response. I returned his smile, "I'm sorry that I fell asleep." "Don't worry about it," he said as he crossed the few feet between us. He grabbed the sides of the blanket and pulled it tighter around my chin, "I'm sure it's not the first time my theories have put someone to sleep." He began gently freeing my hair from top of the blanket as he continued, "Though I must admit I was tempted to wake you with a kiss." Tension filled the air as our eyes locked. He was waiting for me. He had been waiting for me since our first kiss on New Years Eve. He was so close all I would have to do was stand on my toes and I could press my lips against his. I could have even just told him that he should have kissed me and he would have been on me in an instant, but I knew he wouldn't do anything until I gave him an indication. I wanted to so badly, but I couldn't. I was afraid. I knew that one kiss wouldn't be enough. I knew that as soon as I kissed him, we would take this relationship to next level, and after seven years there was only one level that we had yet to explore. I dropped my chin to my chest, signaling that I was not going to take that step, at least not that night. He exhaled and ran his arms down my shoulders before turning away and heading back to his couch. I gave him a moment and then joined him in his living room. Once inside I freed myself of the Mulder-scented blanket and laid it across the back of his chair, "I think I should be going." He looked up at me an nodded. Then after a moment he said, "You know you are welcome to stay here." I remember being impressed that he had tried again so soon. I was too tired to ignore him, after all he was being very brave. He was always the brave on when it came to our relationship. He was always the one that took the risk. I have to admit it excited me to know that he wanted me and he was willing to risk everything to have me. So instead of leaving as I had planned, I found myself next to Mulder on the couch. I laid my head on his shoulder drawing strength and courage from him and said, "I'm sorry Mulder." "For what?" he said, resting his head on top of mine. "I'm sorry that things haven't changed between us. I'm sorry that this relationship is not what you want it to be. I'm sorry that you are always the one that tries to push us forward and I never respond. I feel like I am always hurting you. I know you are waiting for me. I'm just not ready." "When will you be?" "I don't know if I ever will." I was even shocked by my confession. I wanted to be ready. I didn't want to be afraid. What made it harder was that he was ready and seemingly not afraid and I know he had been ready for years. Mulder was silent and I looked up and to see his jaw clenched and anger in his beautiful green eyes. "Mulder?" I questioned. "What am I doing wrong, Scully?" he'd asked, pain evident in his voice. "Or maybe the question should be, what have these other men done right?" "Nothing," I was quick to reassure. "It's me. I just..." "I want to get out of the car, Scully." I was floored by his admission and my head feel back to his shoulder, avoiding the intense look in his eyes, "I can't give you all those things." He pressed his cheek to the top of my head and brushed his hand to smooth the hair back from my face, "I don't need all the things you long for Scully. I've come to place in my life where I am more content than I've ever been. I want to stop moving, but I can't and I couldn't figure out why until I was in England. There is still something missing in my life and that's you, Scully. If you will let me love you the way I have wanted to for so long then my life will be complete. I've been running and chasing and pushing myself to find this thing, this thing that I think I have needed in my life to make me whole. I've thought it's been so many different things, from aliens to conspiracies to my sister but I know now that it was none of those things. I need you. You will make me complete and whole and happy. You will give me the ability to stop and live in each moment instead of always searching for the next great thing. As far as I can tell, there is nothing greater than you..." I knew Mulder would keep going until he convinced me so I pushed my fears away and stopped him with a kiss. It was the slighted brush of my lips against his. I knew he was surprised and a shutter ran through his body. Once the shock faded he smiled and buried his hand in my hair and pulled my mouth back to his. We kissed and kissed and kissed. Mulder worshipped my face and mouth with his fingers and lips and tongue. He tasted every inch of my neck as my hands memorized the contours of his chest. I I soon became bold and climbed on his lap and he made quick work of the buttons on my blouse and feasted on my breasts. I ground my crotch into his straining erection and soon we were both moaning and panting. "Mulder," I groaned as he picked me up and headed for the bedroom. "Hmmm?" he said, his lips never leaving my neck. "I love you." He stopped walking and pulled back, wearing a look of amazement. "I love you too." We then shared the sweetest kiss I had ever experienced as he continued the trip to his bedroom. Once inside Mulder stripped my of my clothing and stood to admire his work. I shifted under his scrutiny. "Stop," he warned, reading my mind. "You are so beautiful." I propped myself on my elbows and watched as he removed his clothing as well. Once he was naked before me I took a moment to admire his beauty. He seemed amused and made no move to join me on the bed. "Get over here, Mulder," I said and he crushed me with his body. We spent and endless amount of time touching and exploring and tasting. "Now, Mulder!" I panted when I couldn't take it anymore. He entered me in one smooth stroke and stopped, letting his head drop next to mine. "Oh my God, Mulder," I groaned. "I know, I know," he gasped. Finally, he began to move, slowly at first and then with increasing strength and speed. It was amazing. It was the best sex I had ever had. I truly felt like a part of him, like we were connected. I came suddenly with Mulder following close behind. He collapsed on top of me and I stoked his back slowly until he regained enough strength to roll off me and pull me against his side. That's when it happened. Mulder's hand stopped it's slow caress of my spine. I propped my self up on my elbows and found a pained expression on Mulder's beautiful face. "Mulder?" I said and he opened his eyes. I knew that look and it scared me. I had seen it before. It was the way he looked at me when we believed I was dying of cancer. It was like he was looking at me one last time before his lost me forever. Somehow I knew what he was thinking. I knew what he way going to say before the first words left his mouth. "No, no. Mulder, no," I insisted, my voice no louder than a whisper. He closed his eyes and turned his head away from me and said. "We can't, Scully. I can't. I can't loose you after this or because of this. I wanted this but it was a...." his voice cracked and he wiped the tears from his face before he continued, " a mistake." I felt the tears welling in my eyes, tears of anger and pain. I couldn't believe that I had finally overcome my fears of being with the man I love, just to have him take the chance of a relationship away. The worst part was, I ended up falling asleep in his bed, in his arms. When I awoke early that morning I slipped out of his bed, rounded up my clothes and left without even saying good-bye. I don't think either of us showed up for work the following day... Some nights I can remember only the happy moments, others I play through the entire night and all the pain he caused me. Sometimes I like to recall the moments that we shared since the night.... ....When we both returned to work, it was business as usual. After all, we are Mulder and Scully. Discussing huge, life and relationship altering events is not what we do. I know I would have panicked had he wanted to talk about it. After all, what could he say? He was sorry? It wouldn't happened again? His only attempt to explain was almost a week after that night. We were working on paperwork and I felt him staring at me. I looked up at him was taken back but the intensity I saw in his eyes, an intensity that I had only seen one other time....I thought that maybe he was going to tell me he had made a mistake and wanted us to try again but instead he simply said, "You know I meant it, right? I love you. I always will." That was it. The only time either of us mentioned it. Somehow that admission comforted me. It gave me hope that maybe someday, everything would work out, our complicated lives would become less complicated and we would end up together. I smiled at him and said simply, "I know." He returned my smile and we went back to work. After that we even spent some of our free time together. We took a trip to LA to see the premier of that ridiculous movie. At the party afterwards, we danced into the night. After the strange experience with the genie he even invited me over for a beer. I didn't lie to him that night. Even with everything that had happened, I was fairly happy. We were still friends and partners and I was still optimistic about the future, about a future with Mulder... ...I still try to be optimistic. I try to convince myself that we will find him. I fantasize about the future with us happy and in love and rejoicing over the birth of our first child. I won't give up on him. So on this day of so many anniversaries I lie in bed with my memories, both celebrating and mourning the significance of this day. End part 1/4 ===== AIM: xflznicole CSM: How do you like your coffee? Scully: Unadulterated! Justice - When you get what you deserve Mercy - When you don't get what you deserve Grace - When you get what you don't deserve From: Nicole Baker Date: Sat, 17 Jun 2000 23:13:57 -0700 (PDT) Subject: xfc: New: Five Months part 2/4 Source: xfc part 2/4 disclaimers in part 1 ******************************************** The ringing of my phone pulls me from a restless sleep. "Scully," I say, not even attempting the hide the sleep in my voice. "Come over. We've found him," is all that is said before I hang up the phone and jump from my bed. I need not further explanation. ******************************************** I bang on the gunman's door impatiently as they disengage all of their security measures. "Where is he?" I insist the moment I step inside. "Georgetown Memorial." They grab their coats and we're on our way. Byers and Langley make it to the hospital first and are already at the desk when Frohike and I finally arrive. "He's in intensive care. He returned in much the same manner you did. There is no record of how he got here. He just appeared. He had no ID." "How..." I begin but Byers continues. "He was wearing a cross." I chock back a sob as it hits me. This was real. It was really Mulder. After three months he had been returned to me. "He's conscious so you can see him. You are listed as his next of kin." The boys escort me to his room but refuse to come inside. I know they think this is going to the reunion of two separated lovers instead of two close friends. They know about the baby. I didn't go into any detail and I know they assumed that Mulder and I were involved, that our relationship was much more than what it was. I made no attempt to correct their misconceptions. Because of this I now have to face Mulder alone. He opens his eyes and looks at me as a walk into his room. I fight tears of joy under his intense gaze. "Scully..." he whispers as I cross the room. "I'm here," I say as I take his hand in mine. "Scully..." he whispers once more, a smile pulling at the corner of his mouth as he falls back into the comforts of sleep. I take this opportunity to look him over. He looks almost the same as he did when he left. His hair is a little longer and he has lost weight, but there are no obvious injures. I brush the hair away from his forehead and he nuzzles his head into my hand. I smile and run my fingers across his lips before I turn to leave the room. I find the gunmen waiting for me in the hallway. "He's asleep," I say as I pull the door closed behind me. They look disappointed but recover quickly. Then Frohike asks with the nod toward my abdomen, which thankfully is still flat enough to hide, "So what did his say?" "I didn't tell him." They look shocked so I quickly continue, "He feel asleep right after I went in. I didn't have a chance." They accept this answer and start talking about getting dinner. I can't hear what they are saying. I am suddenly overcome with fear about telling Mulder about his baby. What will he say? I never considered this. I was too determined to find him and too happy and excited about the baby to decide whether or not Mulder will be happy or excited about the baby. Will Mulder want this child or will it just give him one more thing to fear loosing? I feel like crying. It would be so much easier had the situation been different. I am brought back by a familiar voice calling my name. I look up to see my mother walking towards me. She is yet another person I have failed to tell about my miracle baby. By the time my mother reaches me, tears are starting to fall from my eyes. They are tears of joy at finding Mulder, frustration over our relationship, stress over having to tell Mulder and my mother about the baby, and partially due to hormones. "Dana, honey, what's the matter? Is Mulder okay?" I take a deep breath and say, "Mulder's find mom. It's just.....it's just....Mom, we really need to talk." Before she can respond I hear my name and turn to find Mulder's doctor standing behind me. "I'm Dr. Jones. I've been taking care of your partner since he was...found here. I was told by those men over there that you would want to be informed of his condition." "Yes," I say, wiping a few remaining tears from my eyes. "Well, the only thing Mr. Mulder was and is suffering from is dehydration. We've had him on IV liquids since he was admitted and he is reacting well to the treatment. He should be able to leave tomorrow morning." "Thank you, doctor. I will come and pick him up tomorrow morning." The doctor turns and walks down the hall. As soon as he is out of sight I turn back to my mother and feel tears burning my nose once again. My mother wraps her arms around my shoulder and says, "Let's go get some coffee and we can talk." I nod and let her lead me to the cafeteria. Once there I tell her everything. She quietly listens and offers support and makes me promise that no matter the state of our relationship, I have to tell Mulder about the baby. He deserves to know. I agree and she walks me back to Mulder's room. I feel so much better after telling her. I just hope it would be as easy to tell Mulder. When I enter Mulder's room I find him awake and surrounded by the Gunmen. They are catching him up on everything he had missed in their last few issues. They don't hear or see me come in but Mulder does. His eyes lock onto mine and I know that he is no longer listening to a word they said, he's too focused on me. Byers notices Mulder's distraction first and says, "Scully....we were just leaving." Confused, Frohike and Langly spin to look at me, say their good-byes and head out of the room. Once they are gone I turn back to Mulder. His eyes are still locked on me, like he is attempting commit every detail to memory. "Scully," he finally says. "You were here," a statement not a question. "Yes," I say as I move to the chair beside his bed. "I was here earlier." "I thought I was dreaming," he says as he stretches his hand toward me, seeking my own. I reach out to him and brush the tips of my fingers over the back of his hand. He immediately intertwines our fingers. After a moment, he brings my hand to his lips, causing me to stand and move closer to his bed. Then he brushes soft kisses across my knuckles. This is the most intimate moment we've shared since that night we made love. It shocks me and I pull my hand away. "I guess I deserve that," he says, sounding deflated. "No, I...It's just..." I begin. I reach out to him and he backs away so I stop and drop my arms to the railing of the bed. "Scully, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." "Mulder..." I begin again but he continues to speak, "It's just that I've spent the last three months dreaming about coming back to you and finding a way to make things right. I ruined the best thing that ever happened to me that night. I instantaneously rebuilt every wall we spend seven years destroying. I've spent the last three months trying to figure out why I did what I did and said what I said. I was scared Scully. I was scared of loving you and of you loving me. Every single person I have ever loved is dead, Scully. I...I couldn't bear the thought of loosing you too and because of that, I deprived myself of five months of best thing that could have happened to me." I was crying now but made no move to touch him or to speak. I knew he hadn't finished. "I imagined this Scully. I went over it in my head again and again. I could never find the words to convince you to take me back, to convince you to give me another chance. I have regretted pushing you away every day since the moment those words left my mouth. I regret everything about that night except one. I don't regret telling you I love you Scully. I do. I love you and I'm not scared anymore..." When he finishes I reach out my hand he doesn't flinch but instead closes his eyes and allows me to brush the tears from his face. I love him so much. I would forgive him anything. I pull my hands form his face and he releases a breath. I walk toward the door, but instead of leaving, I switch off his light. When I look back to him his eyes questioning my actions. "Promise me, Mulder, that next time something scares you, you'll talk to me about it, and I'll promise to do the same." He nods. "Good," I say. "Now, scoot over." He does as instructed, still confused as to what is going on. I climb into bed beside him with the front of my body pressed against his side. "Your forgiven," I say as I place a kiss on his lips. After the briefest of contact I pull back, "And I love you, too. I've missed you so much. You have not idea how hard this has been." "I think I do," he says and I don't feel like correcting him. This time our kiss has more passion. This is the kiss of reunited lovers. When I pull away I rest my head on his chest, he wraps his arms around me, pulling me closer to him. "Your amazing," he say, in disbelief and kisses the top of my head. We lay there like that for a long time, enjoying the heat of the other's body and the letting the rhythmic sounds of breathing and heartbeats relax us. I draw strength from this as I try to figure out how to tell him about his child growing inside of me. After all, I promised to be open with him and I made a promist to my mother to tell him. "Mulder," I begin. "There's something I need to tell you." "Hmmm..." he says into my hair. "I have been trying to figure out how to tell you this since I first saw you tonight. There's really no easy way so I'm just going to..." I feel Mulder's grip on me loosen and hear a small snore escape his lips. "Mulder?" I try again. I lift my head from his chest to find him asleep. I let my self lay next to him for a while more, then I untangled myself from his embrace and head home. I will tell him tomorrow. End part 2/4 ===== AIM: xflznicole CSM: How do you like your coffee? Scully: Unadulterated! Justice - When you get what you deserve Mercy - When you don't get what you deserve Grace - When you get what you don't deserve From: Nicole Baker Date: Sun, 18 Jun 2000 20:54:15 -0700 (PDT) Subject: xfc: NEW: Five Months, part 3/4 (NC 17) Source: xfc Part 3/4 disclaimers in part 1 ******************************************************** The next morning I arrive to find Frohike sitting outside of Mulder's room. They have been guarding him all night in shifts. Hearing my footsteps he looks up from the paper he is reading and smiles, "Good morning." "Good morning, Frohike." "Skinner's with him." I nod and peak in the window to see Mulder, fully dressed, sitting on the bed with Skinner beside him in the chair. The conversation seems very animated and I don't want to interrupt so I take a seat next to Frohike. "Does he know yet?" "No," I say, ashamed that I haven't told him. I place my hand on my ever-expanding stomach. "I can't figure out how to tell him. I'm...I'm afraid he won't want this as much as I do. We weren't...as close as you may think we were before he was taken." If he is shocked by this news, he makes no indication. "I know he'll be shocked, but he loves you very much. He knows how much you want this." I am shocked that he has discussed this with the gunmen and don't even try to hide it. Before I can think of a response he continues, "Besides, you won't be able to keep it from him much longer, your starting to show." My jaw drops and I began to respond when Langley and Byers walk up. "Good morning, Scully. You ready to break him out?" Langly asks. "Good morning and yes I am. I think he's more than ready to be free of this place as well." "I'll get the nurse with the release papers," Byers offers and heads to the nurses station. I head back to Mulder's room to get him ready to leave with Langly and Frohike close behind. When I open the door I find both Mulder and Skinner with huge smiles on their faces. When they hear the door, they both turn to me. Mulder's smile changes and my heart skips a beat. I love him so much. He quickly keeps his reaction in check, remembering that Skinner is present, not realizing that he knows about our relationship. "Have my get-away car ready, Scully?" I nod and move beside him, placing a kiss on his lips before wrapping my arm around his waist. He tenses and I smile, "He knows." Skinner smiles and nods in agreement. "It's great to have you back, Mulder. Let me know if there's anything further I can do for either of you. Dana, I'm granting you a week of leave starting now. You two, I'm sure, have a lot of catching up to do and preparations to make," he winks in my direction and then heads out of the room. "What was that all about?" Mulder asks, a hint of jealousy in his voice. "You'll know soon enough," I say, distracting him with a more passionate kiss. A throat clearing at the doorway causes Mulder to groan and us to pull away from each other. The nurse comes in with the release papers to sign and the customary wheel chair. Mulder groans again and I pinch him in the side. He reluctantly climbs into the chair and we head to the car. ************************************************* When we enter his apartment, Mulder practically collapses on the couch. After being out of commission for so long, the car ride had worn him out. The first thing I do is pick up the phone and order a pizza. I am starving. He smiles at me and continues to watch me as I move around his apartment, turning down the thermostat, folding a blanket and placing it over the arm of a chair, and feeding his fish. "What?" I finally ask. "Nothing," he says, still smiling. "You just look really comfortable here." "I am," I say, watching the fish devour their food. I then turn to him and say, "I always have been as long as you're here." "Come here, Scully," he says and pulls me down next to him on the couch. He wraps his arm around me and I lay my head on his shoulder. He lets me sit there for a moment then pulls my legs across his lap and me closer to him. Gently stroking my hair he says, "I am so happy that you are giving me a second chance. I don't know what I would do if I could never hold you like this again." I look at him and smile, "I am so glad you are here to hold me like this." He returns my smile and I cover his mouth with mine. A gentle kiss of reassurance soon becomes one of passion. Mulder's hands find there way under my shirt and begin exploring my back. Just as I move to straddle Mulder's lap, there's a knock at the door. Mulder groans in disappointment and I pull back and bury my face in his neck. "Pizza," I say between ragged breaths. There is another knock and I pull myself away from Mulder and retrieve our dinner. I return to the couch carrying the pizza and plates. "What would you like to drink, Mulder?" I ask as I head back to his kitchen. "Whatever," was Mulder's response, mouth full of pizza. I returned with two cups of water, one of which Mulder gladly acceptes. I settled on the floor across from Mulder. I was hungrier than I thought and beat Mulder to the third slice of pizza. I catch the look of amusement on his face and say, "What?" He smiles and shakes his head. "What?" I insist again. "Well...No....you'll be mad." "Mulder..." I warn between bites. "Okay," he says, setting his pizza down on his plate. "But I warned you...Earlier I was thinking how nice it was that you had put on a few pounds...now I can see why." I am shocked that he has noticed and shift a bit on the floor. He had opened the door. I have to tell him. "Mulder..." I begin but am interrupted. "Please don't take that the wrong way, Scully. I always thought you needed to gain a bit of weight. You look beautiful, so beautiful." I rise on my knees and lean across the table to reward him with a kiss. He always knew the right thing to say. Again the kiss quickly becomes passionate. Without breaking the kiss, I move around the table until I am kneeling in front of Mulder. Even with my added weight he is easily able to pull me back into his lap. Within minutes, Mulder's hands have found their way back under my shirt. He pulls me against him and I could feel his arousal push against me. We both groan and then I pull back. His lips followed me but I avoid being caught. "Mulder....Mulder," I plead. He finally gives up his pursuit and lets his head drop back against the sofa. His breathing is ragged and his hips are still gently pushing against mine, while his hands continue to stoke my back. "Mulder, god, I want this so much, but...but we shouldn't." He groans again in disappointment and he stills his hands. I continue, "I don't think your up to it." He laughs and pushes his erection more firmly again me in argument. "Scully..." he groans in protest. I take pity on him but refuse to back down. He barely made it from the car to his couch. He is definitely not up to this kind of strenuous activity. I begin kissing his neck, working my way down to the collar of his shirt. He lets out a long breath and begins to relax, thinking he has won this argument. His hands begin to move forward under my shirt, but I grab his wrists and pin them to the couch on either side of his legs. He head come up off from where it rests and he regards me with an amused look. "Don't move," I warn as I run my hands down his hard chest to the waistband of his pants. "Scully..." he gasps. I smile and slide off of his lap and back between is knees. I see his hands twitching beside his legs as he struggles not to move. I slowly pull down his zipper and undo the buttons on his pants. "Lift up you hips," I instructs. I removed his boxers and pants in one motion. "God, Scully. You don't have to..." he says between shaky breaths. "No, I don't, but I want to." "Scully!" he gasps as my mouth slides over his cock. He sits still as I worship him with my mouth. Mulder groans and gasps my name as I lick and suck. "Ugh.....Ummm.....God, Scully. You have to stop," he says as his hands finally move to from his side and into my hair. I refuse to move and increase my suction. I feel him expand even further in my mouth. "Scully!" he yells as he spills his seed into my mouth. I lick him clean and move to sit beside him while I watch his breathing return to normal. I place soft kisses on his neck and long his hairline as he recovers. "Scully," he finally said. "That was...that was amazing." He turns and gives me a long, beautiful kiss. "It probably didn't help with your dehydration," I crack. He laughs and kissed me again. "Come on, Mulder," I say. "Let's get you to bed so you can rest." This time is groan is in protest and I pull him from his couch and lead him to his bed room. "I agree to rest, Scully, on one condition. You rest with me." "Agreed," I say as I push him so he falls back onto his bed. I then retrieve his clothes from his living room and return to find Mulder nestled under the covers. "Scully," he says with a waggle of the eyebrows. "You can't sleep in jeans." I would like nothing more than to crawl into bed naked next to Mulder, but the truth is I am a little nervous. While fully clothed, it is hard to tell I am pregnant, naked, it's another story. My body is fuller, rounder. Right now a nap sounds much better than another attempt at this conversation. Mulder continues to regard me as I pick the T-shirt he had been wearing up off the floor and head into the bathroom. When I return I am wearing only the T-shirt and a smile. He looks disappointed and says, "At least it's better than the jeans." I laugh and crawl join him under the covers. He pulls me against him and I drape my leg over his hip. He give a content sigh and runs his hand up and down my thigh. We lay like that for a long time. Quietly touching and relaxing. I am slowly being lulled to sleep by Mulder's heartbeat when I feel movement in my stomach. I glance over Mulder's shoulder and see that' its about 1:30. Baby Mulder is generally active in the afternoons. I lay my head back on Mulder's chest. I feel like I am in heaven, cocooned in Mulder's warmth feeling our baby alive within me. This baby's going to be a soccer player, I think as I am assaulted by a particularly hard kick. "Scully?" I hear Mulder say. "Hmmm......" I say, snuggling closer to him. "Are you okay?" "Ummm hmmmm," I say. Then the baby kicks again. "Scully, what was that?" I look up at Mulder, "You felt that?" He nods, his eyes as wide as saucers. "Oh god..." I say and pull the covers over my head. end part 3/4 ===== AIM: xflznicole CSM: How do you like your coffee? Scully: Unadulterated! Justice - When you get what you deserve Mercy - When you don't get what you deserve Grace - When you get what you don't deserve From: Nicole Baker Date: Mon, 19 Jun 2000 20:57:04 -0700 (PDT) Subject: xfc: Five Months part 4/4 (NC17) Source: xfc Part 4/4 ****************************************************** "Scully? Scully? What's going on?" Mulder asked as he tries to pull the covers off of me. After a few tugs and pulls, he finally figures out I am not going to come out of my hiding place and gives up. I stay buried in the blanket while I gather my strength and resolve. I have to tell him. Now is the time. I just hope the shock won't kill him. "Come on, Scully," he whines. I take a deep breath and release it slowly and finally surface. "Before I tell you what's going on I have to ask you something...." He props himself against the headboard with the covers tucked around his waist and I am sitting beside him on the bed. He doesn't say anything but motions for me to continue. I kneel beside him and grab a hold of his hand. I lick my suddenly dry lips and begin, "That first night, the first time we...." I motion and he nods in understanding, so I continue, "you said you were ready to get out of the car. I need to know, if that's true? Are you ready to get out of the car, Mulder?" "Yes," he says without hesitation. "I have been since we found Samantha and I realized that you were the most important thing in my world," he is still clearly confused as to where this is going. "Thank you," I say as I play with his hand. "Are you ready for everything that goes along with that?" I ask. He nods and waits for me to continue. "Good, because when you left and I sent you my with you cross as a piece of me, you left a piece of you behind for me." "Scully," he says, leaning closer to me and wrapping my hand in his two large ones. "You're scaring me. Please just tell me what's going on? Are you okay? What was that a minute ago?" I look away from his concerned face and worried eyes. After a minute of studying my stomach I say to the baby, "Well, here goes..." I take a deep breath and release it as look up to see Mulder studying me closely. "Mulder, I'm pregnant." He continues to regard me, not saying anything. I don't think he believes me. "I'm pregnant, Mulder," I say again and can't keep the smile from spreading across my face. I never imagined how wonderful it would feel to say this to him, "I'm pregnant." I want to say it over and over, the thought makes me giggle, "I'm pregnant." My giggles snap Mulder out of his daze and he drops his eyes from my smiling face to my stomach. "Pregnant?" he whispers in disbelief. "Yes! Yes, I'm pregnant, Mulder, pregnant!" I say, just as the baby kicks again. I quickly pull our hands to my stomach. I place his hand over the movement and cover them with mine. We both stare at my stomach, waiting. I still can't keep the smile off my face. The baby kicks again and Mulder tries to pull his hand back in shock, but I hold it against me. His eyes snap to mine. He looks so...amazed. He seems so full of wonder. Finally he smiles and says, "We're having a baby, Scully." I nod, and feel my eyes filling with tears. I throw my arms around his neck and his wrap around me, crushing me to his body. "I love you, Scully. I love you so much." "I love you, too," I whisper, trying to pull myself closer to him. We stay kneeling on the bed, locked in a tight embrace until the baby again insists on making it's presence known. Mulder again pulls away and looks down between us. "How?" he says and I pull back and sit down on the bed against the headboard. "I don't know, Mulder, and I haven't really asked. The baby is healthy and so am I. I don't think it's right to question this....our miracle." He seems to accept this and lays down beside me, his head propped on an elbow. He brings his hand up and holds it above my stomach. It hovers there for a moment before he brings it down to rest directly over my belly button. I watch him. I know he trying to absorb and understand everything I've just told him. Finally he seems to make peace and leans forward and places a kiss on the side of my stomach. "I love you," he whispers. "I know," I say, ruffling my fingers through his hair. He looks at me with a goofy smile and says, "I wasn't talking to you." It's so sweet, that I can't control myself an tears begin to stream down my face. "Oh, god, Scully," Mulder says as he moves to sit beside me, furiously wiping the tears from my face. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't....I mean, I love you." I laugh at the confusion. "Oh, Mulder, it's not that. I know you love me. It's just...hormones." "Oh," he says another goofy grin spreading across his face. "Come here," I say as I weave my fingers through his hair and pull his mouth to mine. Our kiss has no beginning stage as I eagerly thrust my tongue into his mouth. He groans and slides his tongue against mine. I slide my hand from his hair and down his neck. He takes this opportunity to pull back and rest his forehead against mine. "Scully," he says between ragged breaths. "I think today has been the most wonderful day of my life." I nod against him and then pull his mouth back to mine. I slide down the bed until I am lying flat and pull Mulder on top of me. His weight is comforting and something that I have desperately missed in these past five months. Just when he is settled completely on top of me, I feel him stiffen and pull his mouth from mine. "Scully, is this okay? I mean...I'm not hurting you, am I?" "Your fine, Mulder," I say as I push the hair back from his flushed face. "This is exactly what I want." I pull him back on top of me. He lets his full weight press me into the mattress as he brings one hand to my left breast. I groan as I feel my nipple harden. He then switches to my other breast, eliciting the same response. He spends what seems like forever caressing my breast through his T-shirt and running his warm hands across my stomach as he explores my mouth. "Mulder," I plead as he finally releases my mouth. "Take it off," I say, wanting to feel his skin against mine. "Uh uh," he says and continues to rub me through the thin cotton of his t-shirt. When I can't take anymore, I use all my strength to flip Mulder onto his back. I end up straddling his chest. I rub against him and he gasps. "Scully," he says in amazement, "you're not wearing any underwear." I smile and lean down for a quick kiss. When I pull back I rip the T-shirt over my head. I look down at Mulder to see his eyes focused on my rounded stomach. I allow him a moment to look before I slide down his body and press my hard nipples against his chest. "Mulder, I want you. I need to feel you inside me, but if you not up to it I can wait..." "I'm fine, Scully," he assures me with a huge smile. Mulder pulls my mouth to his and again probes my mouth with his tongue. I pull back and reach behind me and take his throbbing erection in my hand. I stoke him from root to tip and hear the breath catch in his throat. After a couple of more stokes he says, "Scully, please..." I don't stop and he lets me continue. I can see by his face that he formulating some kind of plan. I barley catch the gleam in his eyes before its too late. Once again I find myself pinned beneath Mulder's hard body. I don't fight him as he attempt to drive me mad with his slow exploration of my now-nude body. He starts with a soft kiss on my lip and them begins to work his way lower. He nuzzles and sucks and nibbles his was from my jaw to my ear to my neck. As he works his way lower, I begin to squirm under his assault. He had to hold me down on the bed as he finally takes a hard nipple into his warm, wet mouth. His mouth is amazing and I can no longer stay quiet. "Mulder," I purr. "That feels so......God.....your amazing." He laughs against my breast which elicits another moan from me. Finally he abandons my breast, but only after placing a gentle, open-mouthed kiss over my heart. He then bends his head lower and places a kiss over my gently rounded stomach. I pull his face up to mine and kiss him. We kiss and kiss and I manage again to pull Mulder on top of me. I can feel his erection against my hip and try to move underneath him so it's positioned closer to where I want it. "Scully?" he says as he pulls back from my mouth. "I think your trying to distract me." "From what?" I asked, confused. "From something I haven't stopped thinking about since our first night together." I crinkle my brow in confusion and wait for him to continue. He drops his head beside mine and whispers directly into my ear, "I never found out how you taste." I shudder runs through my body at his words. I watch him slide back down my body. The look on his face is absolutely predatory. He slowly pulls my legs apart and slides his hands down my legs and parts me with his thumbs. "Scully, you are so wet." I groan and let my head fall back to the pillow. I close my eyes and brace myself for the first touch of his amazing mouth on me. After what seems like hours, I finally feel him. He starts by placing his tongue at my entrance and licking me to the small bundle of nerves buried in my folds. "Ahhhhhhhh," I moan as my back arches off the bed. "Jesus, Scully," he says, amazed at my response. He then goes back to work. I try to keep my reactions in check, but it's nearly impossible. This is by far the best I've ever had. He's simply amazing. I feel myself quickly approaching the edge and pull on his hair to get his attention. "Mulder, Mulder," I say. "You have to stop." He looks into my eyes for a moment and then moves up my body to lay next to me waiting for an explanation. "I was going to come and I want you inside of me when I do," I simply say. He kisses me again and I find his hand again resting on my stomach. "How?.....I mean....How do you want to do this," he asks. He is trying to be so gentle, afraid I'm going to break. I'm touched but his concern, but it's is the last thing I want or need at this moment. We'll have plenty of time for that later. "Like this," I say as I pull him on top of me once again. He takes little time before he buries himself inside of me in one long stroke. "You feel so amazing. I was afraid I would never get to feel you like this again." He kisses me and begins to move. His strokes are slow and gentle but I want more. "Harder..." I say and thankfully he picks up his pace without argument. I groan and his increases his speed even more. I lift my legs higher around his chest and he sinks even deeper inside of me. "Oh god, Oh god," I say over and over. He continues his pace and I continue to meet every stroke. He pulls my legs even higher and hooks them around his elbows. This change of angle causes him to his a certain spot and I can feel the beginning of my release almost instantly. I say his name over and over as he takes me closer and closer to the edge. I'm there and scream his name as my orgasm overtakes me. When my muscles start to clench I feel his rhythm falter. It only takes him one more stroke before his is coming inside of me. He collapses on top of me and buries his head in my shoulder. I welcome his weight on top of me, the feel of his skin against mine, the scent of us in the air, and the feeling of his ragged breathing against my cheek. After a few minutes he recovers and whispers, "I love you so much," into my ear. "I love you too, so much," I say as I stroke his back. After a few minutes he rolls off of. He slides down my body and rests his head on my stomach. "Hear anything?" I say as I run my fingers through the silk of his hair. "Shhh!" he scolds me an settles back against me. We lay there like that for the rest of the afternoon. The only sounds are of our breathing and Mulder placing kisses on my stomach. As I lay there I realize that this moment is the most perfect moment I have ever had in my life. I wish I could live in this moment forever. I've come full circle in the last five months. Five months ago, in this very bed, I found proof that I was not alone. Five months ago I learned that Mulder loved me and wanted me as much as I loved and wanted him. Five month ago, in this very bed, Mulder and I made love for the first time. Five months ago I learned that love does not guarantee that I will not end up alone. Five months ago I lay naked and pressed against Mulder's body, much like I am now, and listened to him tell me why making love was a mistake, why we couldn't be lovers, why it would be better for both of us if we went back to the way things were. Five months ago I thought that my world was falling apart and that I may loose Mulder forever. Three months ago I found proof that we are not alone. Three months ago Mulder was ripped from my life. Three months ago I stood before him, tears streaming down my face, and fastened my small gold cross around his neck. Three months ago Mulder was taken away from me. Three months ago I found proof that I am not alone. Three months ago I found out that I am pregnant. Three months ago I received the most unexpected and most wonderful news of my life. Three months ago today, my doctor gave me the message that I was going to have Mulder's baby. For the past five months that was the day I both celebrated and cried over. That was the day that made me smile and cry at the same time. As I sit here, Mulder's body curled around me, whispering to pur child, I decide I am never going to dwell on those bad moments again. Today, this day, will be my new anniversary. Today is the day that I had Mulder completely back in my life and the day he found out about his child growing inside of me. Today is the most perfect day of my life. From this point forward, today is my anniversary. The End WOW! I'm finished. I just started posting this story a few days ago but I have been working on it since Requiem first aired. I hope you all liked it. Please send feedback! ===== AIM: xflznicole CSM: How do you like your coffee? Scully: Unadulterated! Justice - When you get what you deserve Mercy - When you don't get what you deserve Grace - When you get what you don't deserve