The loud rapping at the door startled her. A sigh escaped her lips. Only one person was most likely standing out in the hall, and he always seemed to come at odd hours. Slowly with a purpose she walked to the door, determined to say no to any wild excursion he had planned. She was tired. She unlocked the door and opened it as far as the latch would allow. There he stood, stooped and looking down at the ground.

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"What is it Mulder?"

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"I wanna talk to you." He said and there was a trace of something in his voice that she didn't often hear.

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"What's wrong?" She said undoing the latch, and allowing him to enter. He walked in quickly, then turned around to face her. His fingers played with his mouth as he contemplated something. "Well?" She crossed her arms in front of her, waiting.

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"Scully I....."

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"Look Mulder...."

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"No, I have to tell you something." He walked left a few steps, then walked right a few steps, before stopping in front of her again. His eyes pierced hers as they met. She couldn't look away, they held her there. Determination and other emotions flickered across his face. He was still contemplating something. Taking a deep breath, he suddenly moved one step, right up against her. Grabbing her arms he leaned in and kissed her, deeply. Scully was in shock and could not respond properly. She was unsure of what to do, but did not push him away. She almost leaned in a little. Finally he let go of her and looked her in the eyes. He studied her for a moment, then she pulled back out of his grasp.

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"Mulder....what....I ...what....." She stammered, taken aback. He was breathing in and out quickly.

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"I'm sorry Scully. I just couldn't figure out any other way to explain what I feel." Her mind was still reeling. Words could not, would not form in her mouth. Her lips moved, no sound was heard though. He looked down to the floor. "I understand." He walked out the door, leaving Scully standing there still trying to form her thoughts. Finally she was brought out of her stupor by a loud boom of thunder, and the sound of rain pounding against the windows. Realizing what had just happened, she ran out down the hall, and down the stairs. Opening the door she saw Mulder standing at the bottom of the stoop, in the rain. Just standing there. She walked a few steps into the torrential downpour.

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"Mulder!" She yelled. But he didn't seem to hear her. She came up behind him. "Mulder!" This time he heard, or he chose to hear. They stood there a moment, the rain pouring over them. Soaking them, and seemingly drowning them. "Mulder." That was all she could seem to say.

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"You don't have to say it. It won't happen again." She just looked at him, searching his eyes. Then reaching up she grabbed his neck with both hands and pulled him towards her. Her lips locked onto his. He was surprised this time, but the shock wore off quickly as he kissed back. This time when they pulled away he smiled down at her, and put his fore head against hers. Her hands still grasping his neck. They both were breathing hard as the rain poured down their faces. Neither could speak this time. They held each other, as the lightning lit up the crying sky.

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"Scully."

 

"Mulder."

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"We need to talk."

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"Yes we do." They didn't want to move. They were afraid to, afraid that things would not be so magical, things would go wrong, one of them would wake up. Taking a deep breath, Scully turned around and walked back up the stairs and walked inside. Not wanting to look back. Hoping he would follow, knowing he would, and he did. Now she was truly afraid. Deeply terrified of the implications, the emotions, and the ......... of what was to come next. She stood dripping wet in her apartment when he entered. Her hair plastered to her head. The water streamed off her body. Goosbumps formed on her body as she shivered. Maybe from the cold, maybe from the situation, maybe from both. She did not know what she was supposed to do next.

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They stood transfixed, unable to do anything as an odd feeling, no, an unfamiliar feeling washed over both of them.

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"Mulder..." She tried to find the words. "Is this the right thing to do?" That's not what she really wanted to say. Her clothes were sticking to her. Scully wondered how she was going to get her jeans off.

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"Why would it be wrong Scully?" He almost seemed hurt by her question.

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"Because of what we are getting ourselves into." She tried to be rational against all that her heart was saying.

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"And what are we getting ourselves into?" Could he answer a question?

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"I don't know." Her eyes dropped a little.

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"Neither do I Scully." He seemed to rush up to her all of a sudden, even though she knew he had merely taken a few steps. He grabbed her face with his hands, and she held onto his arms. She looked up as his eyes. They smiled at her, inviting her, intoxicating her. He licked his lips. She bit her bottom lip. "Are we gonna get ourselves into something?" He grinned. She closed her eyes a second, and smiled. When she looked up again, he leaned in closer, eyes closed. Slowly their lips grazed against each others, unsure if they should take the plunge. They graze again, before landing on their intended targets. The world spins around them, and the lightning becomes even greater. They release to each other, tasting each other. Wanting and needing nothing more than this one moment in an insignificant timeline of love, death, and betrayal.

 

These two people who have sacrificed everything for each other so willingly, can now finally sacrifice something more so that they be more than just two people. Now they can truly be whole, one, in mind, body, and soul. There will always be one to reach down and pull the other out of the deepest of depths.

 

Just the feel of her mouth is aw inspiring. He couldn't imagine what it would feel like to taste, to touch, to explore the rest of the woman before him. He had hid fare share of experiences in the past, but all of it didn't compare to the kiss, just the kiss. His lips left hers, and trailed along her cheek, drinking in her taste as he trailed down to her neck. She grabbed his face, and pulled his head back to hers. He drowned in her eyes. He was exquisitely dying. But why did she stop?

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"What?" He whispered.

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"I wanted to make sure you were real." He grinned and she smiled.

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"Are you?"

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"Yes."

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"Then so am I."

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"Why did you decide to come her tonight Mulder?" All the questions, more important things could be going on.

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"I couldn't take it any more. It was agony." Her eyes showed thee same feeling he had felt for so long. She turned away from him and started to walk away. "Where are you going?" He thought she had changed her mind.

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"I need to get out of these wet clothes." She said simply. Her hand reached out for him, and he took it, following her. They entered her room, and he pushed her up against the door closing it. They wanted to end the masquerade, and shed their bodies of the fabric which inhibited them. He kissed hungrily upon her mouth. All of the pent up passion seeping out, every imaginable consequence pushed out of their minds.

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"Save me Scully." Her hands tore at his jacket and his shirt as she tried to peel them off of his body. His lips still ate hungrily at hers as he helped pull his clothes off, then proceeded to tear at hers. Her hands slid up his stomach to his chest, as she him kissed veraciously. They were greedy for each others touch, almost selfishly so. His hands pressed up against her chest. The quiet longing in each others eyes now receded to immediate longing. They made their way to the bed and sunk down into the mattress. He was over her, looking down. Both of them were breathing heavily by this point. Again she grabbed his neck and pulled him towards her, needing to feel his lips again. He didn't let his lips linger there long though, and soon he made his way down her neck, down her chest, to her stomach, down further. Then he licked his way back up her stomach causing goosebumps to form, and her back to arch somewhat. Her hands searched his body over. Feeling every inch.

 

She kissed his neck, and he came back up to her. He kissed her bottom lip, as his hands caressed her. Her skin felt so smooth against his. Finally he pressed into her, and she gasped with his every movement. Their hands danced across each others glistening bodies, and they became fluid movement. He moved slowly, enjoying the sweetness of their situation, not wanting it to end too fast. Looking down at her beautiful face he saw a small tear fall from the corner of her eye. He stopped, thinking he was hurting her. She rolled him over so she was on top, and began to move in slow rhythmic movements. Her eyes were closed, ecstasy flowed from her to him. She arched her back, and he grabbed her by the waist.

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In all of his wildest dreams he never felt so alive as he did at that very moment when the passion seemed to explode all at once. They collapsed into each others arms. Not talking, just laying there half asleep. But their night did not end there. Many times throughout the night, in between little naps, they explored every inch of each other. Dying in each others arms.