By   Cybill
cybill@pacbell.net
 

RATING: NC-17
CLASSIFICATION: MSR, SMUT
SPOILERS: Up to Season 6 (none really)
KEYWORDS: Mulder/Scully Romance
DISCLAIMER: If I owned them, they'd never make
it out of bed to investigate.
SUMMARY: Mulder is not quite feeling like
himself. Scully doesn't know what to think.
Madame FeFe casts a spell and everyone lives
happily ever after. Isn't that how these things
are supposed to go?
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Heart's Desire
By   Cybill
 

DAY 1 - Monday

She knows it is wrong, but she does it anyway.
He wants proof? He'll have his proof. I just
hope that he's ready for it. A sly grin adorns
her face. Ask and you shall receive; the cliche
spins a web of certainty within her mind.

She holds up a small vial containing a
shimmering pink powder. Two pinches of this and
he'll have undeniable proof.

"Be careful what you wish for, dear Agent
Mulder, you just might get it," she whispers to
the empty room, following it with a small
giggle.

Hopefully, the redhead with little faith will
be accommodating, she thinks as she returns
with the tea. Giving him a once-over, she
confirms what she already knew. With a male
specimen like that, no woman in her right mind
would deny him his heart's desire.

Especially if that desire is her.

She knows it is wrong, but she does it anyway.
She hands him the tea and as she touches his
hand, she casts the spell.

XXX

He folds his long legs into the passenger side
of the car. He balls up his blazer and throws
it in the back. His face looks ashen. "Mulder,
what's wrong with you?"

"Scully, uh, I...I don't know." I feel his
forehead and he's a bit warm, but no fever. "My
stomach has butterflies and I feel...warm all
over. I think...I think that Madame FeFe in
there slipped me a mickey. Probably in the
tea." He clutches at his stomach.

"What? No, Mulder. I had some of the tea and I
don't feel sick." I bring my fingertips up to
his brow and check his pupils. They're dilated
and his eyes are trained on my chest. He's not
making eye contact with me. What the hell is he
looking at? I venture a glance down and realize
that one of the buttons on my blouse has come
undone and is currently giving my all-too-
attentive partner a nice cleavage shot. I blush
uncontrollably.

"No, Scully. She handed us that tea in separate
cups. She didn't make it in front of us." His
hand comes to rest on my upper thigh and he
closes his eyes. He moves the hand on my thigh
back and forth in a light caress as his
breathing starts to settle into a steady
rhythm. What is going on? His hand lightly
creeps under the edge of my skirt, his
fingertips wisping along my inner thigh.
Immediately my body temperature rises and my
own breathing becomes labored.

"Mulder, what are you doing?" I look at him
quizzically and then down to the hand that's
creeping its way under my skirt. He opens his
eyes and licks his lips.

"Touching you is uh, it's...making me feel a
little better," he stammers. "Although the need
to touch you is becoming overwhelming. I don't
understand." I lick my lips frantically as the
concern for my partner grows. "God, Scully do
you have any idea how beautiful you are?" Now I
know something is wrong with him. His hand
sporadically squeezes my inner thigh and I try
to shift my legs so he can't move his hand any
farther. He doesn't catch the hint. His other
hand comes up to the side of my face, his thumb
sweeps across my lips seductively. Holy hell.
Why is this happening?

"Mulder, you're not yourself." I move away from
his lingering hand on my cheek and mouth. "Stay
here, I'm going to go in and have a word with
Madame FeFe." He looks panicked. "You'll be
fine, just take deep breaths. I'll be right
back." He starts breathing deep again and I
quickly get out of the car. I look over my
shoulder and Mulder has his head back on the
head rest and his hand squeezing his temples.
If she did something to harm him, she will pay.
I take the steps to her cottage two at a time
and bang on the oversized door.

"Yes, darling," she says with a slight accent
as she opens the door. "Did you forget
something?"

"What the hell did you do to my partner? He's
feeling sick and acting strange." The woman
smiles and snickers, completely pissing me off.

"Do something to him? Not exactly. I gave him a
pinch of reality, sweetie, that's all." She
brushes at the black curls that have fallen
into her face.

"And what is that supposed to mean? He says you
slipped something into his tea. What was it?" I
pull out my gun and just about snarl at the
women.

"Calm down. It will wear off when he has
received his heart's desire." She purses her
lips and looks at me as if she's bored.

"His heart's desire. Why that?" I look over my
shoulder and Mulder has his eyes trained on me.
His look, even from this distance, is intense.
It's as if he's staring a hole straight through
me.

"Well, darling, when you were using the
restroom, he questioned me about my spells and
the craft. He wanted proof. So I gave it to
him," she says in what I perceive to be an evil
tone. I'll kill her. God, give me the strength
to get through this without putting a hole into
her head.

"So what you're saying is that you cast a spell
and put something in his tea to prove your
talent?" I say with disgust. She nods her head
in agreement. "Okay, and this spell is broken
when he receives his heart's desire. Which
would be what, exactly?"

She shrugs. "That I cannot reveal. But I have a
feeling you'll be finding out shortly." She
smiles widely and winks. Christ, this woman is
driving me up the wall.

"You have no idea what you may have done to
him. His heart's desire is finding his sister,
his sister who has been missing for twenty
years." I just about scream into her face. "For
all we know, she just may be dead." The woman
shakes her head no several times. "No, no
what?"

"No, his heart's desire is not that, I've seen
what it is. I do not practice black magick. I
would never cast a spell that would react
poorly on such a good-hearted man." I roll my
eyes back behind my lids. I'm becoming
unbelievably irritated. I move my hands in a
"hurry-up" motion and venture a look towards
the car. He's out of the car and leaning
against the hood waiting for me to return.
Madame Fefe looks over my shoulder and smiles.
"His heart's desire is something that will
complete his soul," she says matter-of-factly
and crosses her arms over her chest. "Frankly,
I believe I've done him a favor."

"Now what do I do for him? How can we reverse
the spell?" She cringes at my tone. It's
obvious that she couldn't care less.

"You cannot reverse the spell. For the next
week he will need to advance on his heart's
desire or he will get sicker. However, if he
doesn't deal with this problem, he will most
certainly be doomed to a life of unhappiness."
I pale. Oh God, no. I bring my gun to her head.
"It will wear off in a week, I promise!" She
recoils against her front door. "He asked for
it!"

"If he dies, I will kill you." My arm starts
shaking and from out of nowhere, Mulder's arms
surround me and his hands are pulling me back.

"Scully, what are you doing?" He pulls the gun
from my death grip and swings me around to face
him.

"Mulder, she cast a spell on you. You are going
to continue to feel sick unless you achieve
your heart's desire. She claims you wanted
proof of her trade."

"She's right, I did. I asked her for proof. She
said eventually I'd receive it." The woman
smiles and nods her head in agreement. I'll
kill her. I'm going to rip every one of those
curls right off her head. Mulder holds me tight
against his chest so I'm unable to lash out at
her physically.

"He will not die, Agent Scully. His desire will
overtake him until he receives it. It will come
and go, sometimes it will be easier to control,
other times it will be something that is all-
encompassing. Depends on what the desire is."
She winks at Mulder and then looks back at me
and then to him. "You'll be fine, love, just
don't deny yourself." With that, she enters her
shop. "Call me in a couple days if you are
still experiencing difficulty. I'll see what I
have for severe cases where one is unable to
achieve their desire and gets too sick.
Regardless, it will pass in a week." She shuts
the door and Mulder continues to hold me.

"Scully, I'm fine. I'm feeling better already.
It's probably nothing. Besides, when did you
all of a sudden become a believer?" He holds me
closer to him.

"Fine, Mulder, but you're not leaving my sight
for the next week." I move out of his grip. He
cringes and raises his hand to his stomach. I
could open the door and shoot her right now. I
could. Just for harming a federal agent.

He clutches my hand and takes a deep breath in.
We walk back to the car hand-in-hand. Strange.
I break away from him and he just about runs to
his side of the car and hops in quickly. God,
I'm so worried about him. I don't know what to
expect. His heart's desire? I doubt he even
knows what that entails. I get in the car and
he grabs my hand, intertwining his fingers with
mine. Now what? He's probably just reassuring
me that he's fine.

I look at him holding my hand; his thumb is
moving slowly across the top. I pull the car
away from the curb and head towards Georgetown.
We should be there in an hour. His hand
unclasps from mine and I exhale. Good. All this
touching is unnerving me even more. His hand
moves to my thigh once again. Looks like I
spoke too soon. Damn. Doesn't he realize what
this is doing to me?

I venture a look in his direction and again
he's staring at me. "What, Mulder? Do I need to
take you to a hospital?" He shakes his head no.
His hand is continuing to make maddening treks
down my thigh.

"Is this okay, Scully?" I look at him and he
looks down at my thigh and his large hand
covering its surface. I take in a deep breath
to control my emotions and look back at him. I
can't speak. He's looking at me as if he's the
hungriest man in the world and I'm his next
meal.  He really must be feeling horrible. I
frown at him and he squeezes my thigh once
again. "Scully..."

"Mulder, why?" I whisper.

"It's making me feel better. Being near you
always makes me feel better." His head falls
back onto the headrest and he grins in my
direction. He looks like a little kid who just
found out he's getting what he asked for under
the Christmas tree. He's acting so strange.

"Mulder, I'm going to have the guys check out
Madame FeFe. You may think she's legit, but we
have no idea what she did to you. I want to
know everything about her." I grip my hands
into fists around the steering wheel, feeling a
bit more calm and rational.

"As long as I'm with you, I'll go along with
anything." His hand creeps a little farther up
my thigh and I put my foot on the gas. I need
to get him home. He needs to rest. Maybe he'll
sleep this off and it will be gone in the
morning.

XXX

What the hell is happening to me? My body feels
flushed from head to toe. My heart is beating
rapidly, and the need to copulate with my
partner is becoming excruciating to my lower
extremities. I need a cold shower. That's the
cure-all. A very cold shower.

"Scully, mind if I take a shower?" She stops
sifting through her mail and looks up at me.
She says something in return but I can't hear
her. Damn. My partner is sexy as hell. Her
blazer is hanging over her kitchen chair; her
legs are crossed in such a manner that I can
see more of her thigh than usual, and she never
did button that one that slipped loose earlier.
I start breathing deeply and my vision becomes
centered on her. Everything around her fades to
black. Creamy skin; deep blue eyes; luscious,
moist, red lips made just for kissing.

Without thinking, I move over to her with all
the stealth of a barracuda. She cowers back as
I tower over her. Again, she's speaking. I hear
nothing but the pounding in my chest, the
desire swirling through my veins. Her eyes
widen in shock as I grab her wrist and yank her
to a standing position, bringing her hard
against my chest. She balances herself by
gripping my biceps tightly. She shakes the hair
that has fallen into her face and I pounce.

Lips crushing lips, arms around her back
holding her tightly. My hands move up behind
her head, gripping her face to mine. She gasps
and my tongue enters her mouth roughly, taking
what's mine.

Mine. Mine. Mine.

Too much, too much, too much.

Air, air, air.

She pulls away from my mouth forcefully and
sucks in a huge breath. Gasping and panting she
looks at me as if she's been electrocuted,
shocked.

"Mul..." she gasps but doesn't finish.

"Scully, oh God. I'm sorry. Really, I don't...I
don't know what...what came over me." Panic is
taking over. What did I just do to her, to us?
She wipes her fingers over her mouth and
straightens her hair, not meeting my eyes. "I'm
sorry. Scully?" She shakes her head yes and
moves out of my grasp.

"It's, uh...it's okay, Mulder." She grips the
back of the chair, steadying herself. "I said,
the towels are in the linen closet next to the
bathroom."

She doesn't want to talk about this. She's just
going to pretend that it never happened.
Emotional abandonment. Great. I nod and make my
way to the bathroom, pulling a towel from the
closet as I pass. It's all downhill from here.

XXX

Mulder just kissed me. He REALLY kissed me. Oh,
and it was so good. I haven't been kissed like
that...well, I have never been kissed quite
like that. He was so animalistic, so
passionate, so...charmed. No. No, Dana, don't
even think that. That kiss had absolutely
nothing to do with what took place today, other
than the fact that he's been feeling sick and
maybe has a fever. Right. That's it! A fever
overtook him, and he wasn't reacting in his
right mind.

Whew, but that was some kiss. I felt it through
my entire body. I lift up my hand to sweep my
hair off my neck, trying to cool my overheated
skin. God, it was fantastic. His body was warm
against mine and he was kissing me with the
tenaciousness of a man finally receiving what
he wants. What he wants? No. Not me. I'm not
what he wants. It was the fever, I remind
myself. Wasn't it?

I need to get out of these clothes and damp
panties. They're reminders of how much I really
enjoyed his overture. But why did he react like
that? He had just asked me if he could take a
shower, and then wammo! He was mauling me.
Well, he wasn't mauling me per se, just overly
friendly. Oh come on, Dana, be honest with
yourself. The man you've wanted for years up
and kissed you. Deal with it. But how? We've
never discussed this before. Maybe I can just
pretend like it didn't happen. Yes, that's what
always works best for us. Just go about our
evening.

Food. We need to eat. I'll order Chinese and
have it delivered. Then, straight to bed for
us. I mean him on the couch and me in my
bedroom. Jeez! Freud would have a field day
with my frame of mind right now. As would
Mulder. I take a deep breath and enter my
sanctuary--my room. I feel much better already.
I've got a perfect plan that once set into
action will alleviate the tension. It's only a
week. Just until I'm certain that the wicked
witch of the west's "spell" has worn off.
Spell, my ass.

DAY 2 - Tuesday

Work was an experience in endurance. I don't
know how I was ever able to sit in a room with
her for an entire day and not want to boink her
brains out. Adolescent? Oh yeah. Everything
that occurred today I imagined her doing naked.
Is it even possible to imagine someone naked in
15 different scenarios over the course of one
solitary day? No? Well, I have mastered it. It
will be placed right up there with how many
pencils I can shoot into the ceiling tiles of
our basement office. And now it seems as though
I have taken to not only asking myself
questions in my mind, but answering them.
Great.

You know, it wouldn't have been my fault if she
hadn't bumped into me this morning only wearing
a towel. She had forgotten I was there, left
something in the other bathroom the night
before, and I had to suffer the consequences of
that error. Lucky me. Then again, how often do
I get to see Scully dripping wet in only a
towel. She was a vision of beauty. I was barely
able to contain myself. It was pathetic really.
She bumped into me and I banged myself into the
wall behind me like a frightened child.
Although little Mulder was lurching forward,
towards the sweet nectar of the gods in the
hopes of a taste, at least I was able to
restrain the urge. Oh, but it was so hard.
Hard, in every sense of the word known to
mankind.

"Mulder, I asked if you wanted chicken or
spaghetti for dinner?" She saunters into the
living room. She looks at me with her head
cocked to the side. "Are you feeling ill
again?" Aw, Doctor Scully is making an
appearance. She's so considerate. Always
concerned about my well-being. I want to say,
"Why? Are you offering to fix my ailment,
Doctor Scully?" and waggle my eyebrows
suggestively, but I won't. The innuendo brings
a whole new meaning to the suggestion for me
right now.

"Uh, I'm okay, Scully. Stomach is still
unsettled but nothing a little spaghetti
wouldn't fix," I hint. She smiles, nods her
head in affirmation and ventures back into the
kitchen. The unsettling in my stomach rumbles
and twitches. Maybe I'm just getting sick?
Stranger things have happened. I'll guess I
should see if Scully needs a little help.

I walk through the living room and lean against
the archway, watching her break the noodles and
toss them into the pot. Her hair is glistening
under the fluorescent light above. It shines
brighter red than the burner boiling the
noodles. Her hand comes up to her face and
pushes a stray lock of hair behind her ear. Her
pale-skinned neck is in stark contrast against
the navy of her sweater. Her beauty is
ethereal. How is it that she doesn't know the
power she holds over the opposite sex?

My hands start to shake as I watch her. I shove
them into my pockets without her noticing I'm
in the room. The need to just touch her lately
is overwhelming. It's a mystery actually. Years
of pent up sexual tension for this delectable
woman and now, I'm having a hard time
containing it? Why? Maybe I've just had enough
of pretending I don't care for her in a manner
other than friendship.

She grabs the pot to pour the noodles into the
strainer. "Need any help?" She jumps and the
pot falls about 10 inches to the counter
splattering her hand with boiling water.

"Oooooouuuuuuuuchhhhhhh" she screams while
jumping back. I'm behind her in an instant,
pulling her to me. She shakes her hand
frantically and I grip her wrist and bring her
hand up to look at the burn. Her thumb
sustained most of the damage and she tries to
pull it from my grasp. "Damn, it burns!"

Without thinking I place her thumb into my
mouth, swirling my tongue around the tender
skin. She gasps and I continue to bathe the
digit softly. She tilts back and I sweep my
other arm around her waist, holding her to me
while I comfort her. After her breathing
settles a bit I remove the digit from my mouth
and place light tender licks and kisses all
over her hand. "Mul...deerrrrr". I don't meet
her eyes. Instead, I turn her hand over and
place one last lingering kiss into her palm.
 
"See, all better." She opens her mouth but
doesn't respond. I'm still holding her body to
me and this realization shocks me as if I was
the one burned. I pull back and she sways,
leaning against the counter. The heat in the
air is stifling. She shakes her head as if
she's trying to avoid a pesky gnat, possibly
clearing her thoughts. "What can I help with?"
I reiterate.

"Well, you could help me clean up this mess.
I'm such a klutz today. I don't know what's
gotten into me." Her face reddens. "A steady
hand is a pathologist's most important tool."
She bites her lip and turns toward the sink.

"In your defense, I startled you. I wouldn't be
turning in the scalpel just yet." We both laugh
and I'm proud that I was able to diffuse the
tension with a little humor. I just hope it
lasts.

XXX

I can't believe he did that. The minute he put
my thumb into his mouth I was completely
entranced by him. Everything moved in slow
motion. The swirling of his tongue around my
burned thumb, the tenderness with which he
later kissed my hand, and--the mother of them
all--his sensuously kissing my palm. Now that,
I didn't imagine, and can't interpret as his
not feeling well. But why now?

I look over at him and he's trying hard not to
make eye contact with me. It's as if he's
embarrassed by his actions in the kitchen. I'm
not embarrassed per se, although I am surprised
at my body's reaction to what occurred. That
must be the problem. In the past two days he's
made more advances on me physically than in all
the years we've worked together. Even in the
office today it was as though he made a
concerted effort to touch me any way he could
without being too obvious.

How am I supposed to get through an entire week
of this? I twirl the spaghetti around my fork,
watching its form snake around the utensil.
Much like how Mulder's been skating around me.
He's already invaded my personal space more
times than necessary, but what's the reason?

I peek up and he's finally looking at me,
staring actually. God, this is getting
unnerving. I put the spaghetti into my mouth
and slurp the noodles that fell from their
spiral. His mouth opens and his eyes dilate. Oh
no, it's happening again. I think he's seeing
me, but not. Is that possible?

"Mulder." He doesn't hear me. I grab his hand
across the table and he clutches it
protectively. "Mulder ... are you okay?" He
licks his lips. "Mulder," I say louder. That
finally seems to get through to him. He shakes
his head and the color in his eyes return.
"Mulder, you're scaring me. I think we need to
get you checked out."

"No," he says and pulls his hand away from
mine. "I'm fine. Really." He makes a small
smile that doesn't reach his eyes.

"Mulder, I'm worried about you. I don't think
you're being honest with me."

"Scully, I'm always honest with you," he says
quickly in defense.

"Fine." I get up from the table, bringing my
half-eaten dinner into the kitchen. If he
doesn't want to tell me, fine. I can respect
that. He doesn't have to. There's more times
than not that I've kept my own emotions locked
away.

I hear his steps behind me, approaching
tentatively. I pretend I don't hear him and
rinse my dinner plate. He sets his on the
counter to my left and brings his hands up to
my shoulders. I sigh loud enough for him to
hear my irritation. His fingers skim my neck,
causing me to shiver. His chest comes in
contact with my back and his fingers start to
massage my shoulders. Awww...so good. I lean
back into him as his chin comes to rest on the
top of my head.

"Scully, I'm okay. Yes, I'm still feeling
slightly under the weather, but I think it's
just a cold. Nothing to worry about." He stops
massaging and brings his face next to mine,
leaning his head where his lips meet my ear. "I
appreciate your concern." The proximity of his
lips on my ear is rattling to my senses. It's
as if I'm hypersensitive to his touch. His
hands move to my waist and he places a soft
kiss against the side of my jaw. Oh Jesus, did
it just get warm in here? "I'm going to take a
shower." He says against my ear and then he
pulls away. I feel cold immediately with the
loss of his warm body against mine.

I take a few moments in stunned silence trying
to figure out what's happening between us.
First the car, then the kiss, the touches, the
burn experience, and now this? I'm so confused.

XXX

Day 3 - Wednesday

Oh my god, the pain is excruciating. What the
fuck is happening to me? I can hardly feel my
legs due to the pain in my stomach and the
whopping migraine pounding in my temples is one
step away from blinding. I take deep breaths
and tilt back in my office chair trying to find
some semblance of relief. Nothing's working.
Hell, maybe I do need medical attention.

Where is she? I need her here. Something is
definitely wrong with me. This is not the flu
or a bad cold. She should be back by now. She
said the consultation over at Quantico would be
quick. It's been over two hours. The minute she
left our office the pain started and has now
reached unfathomable levels. I look over at the
clock for the umpteenth time. Where is she?!

Okay, I'm going to call her. I can't handle
this. My arm reaches out and shakily presses
the speaker button on the phone and the button
for speed dial one. It rings and rings. Her
voicemail picks up and I disconnect before the
beep. Where is she? She said it would be a
quick consultation, no more than an hour. Oh
God, what if something happened to her? What if
one of our enemies is watching me and taking
this moment of weakness to take revenge on us?
No, please no.

The door swings open and she comes bustling
into the office. "Hi Mul...oh God, what's
wrong?" She drops the files and her jacket
where she stands and rushes over to me. Her
hands immediately come to my face to check my
temperature. I'm sure she'll find it boiling.
Aw, that's nice. Her hands are cool and
welcoming. I lean into her palms cupping my
cheeks. The jack-hammering in my temples starts
to subside and I sigh happily.

"I'm so happy you're here." I clasp her hands
to my face comfortingly. "You're so much cooler
than I am."

"I'll say. Mulder, you're sick. You need to get
to a doctor"

"That's why I have you." I look up at her face.
Those worry lines have appeared on her brow and
her face is contorted into a grimace.

"No, Mulder, you have me to knock some sense
into you. Can you stand?" She leans forward and
grabs my waist helping me to an upright
position.

"Now I can. Before you got here I felt almost
paralyzed. Now that you're here it's as if a
weight has been lifted. I'm already feeling
better." Amazing, but true.

"Oh, no. No you don't, Mulder. I'm taking you
to the doctor and I don't want to hear one
word." I open my mouth to protest, "No. You
need medical attention and I'm going to make
sure you receive it. I don't care if I have to
drag you kicking and screaming. This is non-
negotiable." Damn, she's hot when she's
demanding.

XXX

"What do you mean, there's nothing physically
wrong with him?" I practically yell at Dr.
Jacobsen. This is unbelievable. Maybe I need to
get a second opinion.

"I'm sorry, Dr. Scully, but I've run all the
tests, checked all of his levels and there's
nothing medically wrong with him. It sounds as
if he had an anxiety attack. Those are the
symptoms he showed, right?"

"Well, technically, yes. But I've seen this
happen to him right in front of me. He's
experienced fever, blackening of vision,
dizziness and strange behavioral bouts that I
wouldn't attribute to an anxiety attack." The
doctor is looking at me apologetically.

"I understand that it is unusual for your
friend to have this particular problem, but it
is not unheard of. It can be attributed to
stress from overexerting oneself..."

"I know all of the possible causes, Dr.
Jacobsen. I took that in class in medical
school," I remind him. "This just doesn't fit
what I've experienced with him. Why would he go
from severe pain in his stomach and temples to
a dull ache for no apparent reason?" Am I
speaking to a brick wall? Is he not paying
attention?

He looks to Mulder and then to me. "May I speak
with you privately for a moment?" The doctor
gestures for me to move outside of the room and
away from Mulder.

"Mulder, I'll just be a minute." He waves his
hand and rests his head against the pillow.

"Dr. Scully, I know that you are being told
what he is feeling, but do you think it's
possible that he may be faking the extremity of
his problem for attention?" What?! I roll my
eyes. "Maybe he's trying to get the attention
of a pretty young doctor. I've seen it a
million times."

"Dr. Jacobsen, he is not an acquaintance of
mine or a stranger. This man is my partner and
friend. He wouldn't lie to me about something
like this. He's not making it up." I shake my
head angrily. "No, I believe this is happening
to him, and I will find out, with or without
your medical assistance." I open the door to
Mulder's room and slam the door behind me.

"Mulder, we're out of here. Get your things.
We're going home." He leaps off the bed all too
easily and I watch warily. No, he's just
feeling better. He didn't lie.

We leave the hospital and get into the car.
"Scully, I think I know what's happening to
me."

"Well, I don't believe you were having anxiety
attacks, that's for sure. I'm going to do some
research at home, make some calls..." He puts
his hand on my thigh which stops me mid-
sentence.

"Scully, I think we're forgetting the obvious."

I look at him, eyebrow raised. "Go on?"

"Well, just consider the possibility that this
has something to do with Madame FeFe and her
spell." I smile uncontrollably. "No, Scully,
listen. She said I was going to get sick and
due to my recent behavior and actions, I'd say
that's exactly what's happening."

"Look, as angry as I was the other day, after
reviewing the situation, it's highly
implausible that a spell has anything to do
with what you've been experiencing." We head
into our familiar bantering.

"We've seen stranger things. Originally, I
doubted her talent. I've experienced others who
have had the gift and honestly, I didn't
believe her myself, but after the past couple
days, it seems as though I've gotten my proof."

"Mulder, we've experienced nothing of the kind.
This is a medical condition and just because
Dr. Jacobsen was unable to find the cause
doesn't mean I won't." He sighs loudly and it
seems to echo in the confined space. "Okay,
fine, let's think about this rationally. If
Madame FeFe's prediction or spell, whatever
you'd like to call it is correct, then the way
to cure it is to achieve your heart's desire."
He nods his head in agreement.  "So, what's
your heart's desire?"

"I'd imagine that of everything, I want to find
Samantha. That's what we've been searching for,
that's been my quest for longer than I can
remember." He seems to consider his answer
quietly to himself.

"Exactly, Mulder. But when I asked that very
question, she said that was not your heart's
desire, that she knows what it is, and...it was
something that would complete your soul."

"Complete my soul?".

"Yes, something that's your heart's desire and
that would complete your soul. Samantha would
be it. That being said, it completely disproves
the notion that you are suffering the effects
of a spell." Ha ha, I win! He can't rebut. He's
gone quiet and stares out the window.

"There's more to it that we're missing," he
shakes his head, looking dismayed. "I need to
talk to Madame FeFe."

"Why bother? There's nothing she can tell you
that will cure your sudden onset of illness."

"Then it couldn't hurt. I'll call her
tomorrow." He's apparently not going to let
this go.

"You do that." We're silent the rest of drive
to my apartment.

XXX

I have to be near her. The pain is back and the
only way I feel better is to be near her. Maybe
Dr. Jacobsen was right. I could very well be
having panic attacks. Why? I don't know.
There's no reason for them. It doesn't matter,
my heart is beating rapidly against my chest
and I feel cold, so cold. My teeth start
chattering as I enter her room.

The minute the door opens, she wakes. "Mulder?"

"Scully, I'm cold, I just...I just need to be
near you." She pulls back the covers in
invitation for me to sit.

"Come here, let me feel your head." I sit and
she once again puts her soft, small hands on my
forehead. They act like a healing balm.
"Mulder, you're warm, not cold."

"I don't know why, but being near you makes it
better. Scully, I don't understand and I can't
explain it," I whimper.

"Try," she whispers in the dark room. I can
barely see her silhouette from the small amount
of moonlight shining through her blinds.

"It's...it's strange. I was on the couch, my
stomach stared churning almost like butterflies
fluttering, a headache started to form and I
got really cold. I swear it's what you feel
when you've got the flu. Then..." I struggle to
continue.

XXX

"Then..." I encourage him to continue.

"Then I get near you and the symptoms subside.
Sitting here with you, the headache dissipates
quickly. When I touch you, my stomach stops
churning." He puts his hands on my waist. His
rigid body relaxes into a slumped sitting
position. "When I hold you," he continues, "I'm
warm again." He brings me into a tender hug.
His hands sweep up and down my back, the
lightest of touches but I can feel it
everywhere. Funny, I get warm when he holds me,
too.

"Mulder, I...I don't know what to say."

"You don't have to say anything. Under normal
circumstances I would never ask, but can I
sleep here?" I think about it for long moments.
He's still holding me against his chest. It's
the most comfortable place, I know I'd sleep
soundly with him lying next to me, but it is
wrong on so many different levels. Without my
answer he moves to pull away. "I'm sorry,
Scully. I shouldn't have asked. I don't know
what I was thinking."

I grab his wrist, stopping him from getting up
from the bed. "You can sleep here. Of course
you can." What am I doing? "We're friends, best
friends." Who am I trying to convince, him or
me? "Come on, lie back." I fluff the pillow I
was just using and he lays his head down. I
turn and lie back on the other side of the bed,
the side normally unused, and make myself
comfortable. His hand is holding mine under the
comforter and his body relaxes completely, but
he doesn't loosen his grasp. I can tell he's
already falling asleep by his breathing
pattern. I close my eyes and hope I made the
right decision.
 

Day 4 - Thursday

"Mmmmm, Scully, yeah, right...oh yeah, right
there."

Hot, I'm very hot. I wake slowly to a body
completely encircling mine and my name being
murmured into my ear. Where am I? I wake more
fully and remember the evening before. It's
Mulder. I relax back into a light comfortable
doze.

"You like that? Mmmmmm, I could do this to you
all day." Whoa! His hand comes up and clasps my
right breast. Oh God. I can't move easily
because half his body is covering mine. His
face is lying near mine and his lips are
grazing my ear. Hell, I need to remove myself
from this. It's obvious he's having a dream, a
very good one.

"Scully...mmm, soooooo good." He's dreaming
about me! Oh God. His hand squeezes my breast
and slides down my ribcage. Okay, good, now I
can think straight. I have to get out of this.
He doesn't know what he's doing.

As I move, his hand creeps underneath my night
shirt and his warm palm closes around my breast
once again. I moan automatically. "Mmmmm," he
says in return. His fingers swirl around my
nipple and I try to tell myself not to respond
to his touch. I need to remove myself from him,
to wake him up, but I can't find the energy to
move or speak. It's just too much. His lips
start nipping at my ear and breathing heavily
against one of my most sensitive erogenous
zones. He moves his leg and grinds a very
impressive erection against my hip. Oh hell, I
need to get out of this somehow, but...oh, but
it feels so good. When was the last time I had
a man in my bed, a man touching and rubbing his
desire for me against my body? And, to take the
cake, mmmmmm...it's Mulder!

His fingers pinch my nipple as his lips skim
down the column of my neck. "Mulllldddeerrr," I
moan out loud, urging him on. His body goes
still and in reaction I follow suit. Oh shit,
he woke up. Should I pretend to be asleep? I
close my eyes and try to control my breathing
but it doesn't work. I'm so aroused I'm
basically panting. His hand makes a slow
decent, withdrawing from my shirt, and he turns
his body away from me, lying on his back. Crap.

I turn over to face him and watch as he
torments himself. His hands are clenched into
fists covering his eyes. "'I'm sorry' isn't
going to be enough," he says through clenched
teeth.

"Mulder, you were dreaming, I was dreaming.
We're not used to sleeping next to another
person. Your response was perfectly natural." I
try to say it clinically, but fail miserably.

"It's not perfectly natural, Scully, not for
us. I fucked up. I'm sorry."

"Mulder, you didn't realize what you were
doing." He looks at me with a pained expression
and sits up, then moves to get out of the bed.
He grabs his jeans and slips them on.

"Yes, I did," he whispers. Before walking out
of the room, he stops at the door and with head
hung low, he says, "I wanted it. I wanted you."
He goes through the hallway and picks up his
jacket, gun and keys and leaves without looking
back. I'm stunned stupid--sitting in bed, mouth
opened wide and chest heaving. I think I'm
having an anxiety attack.

XXX

Everything's ruined. It's over. She'll go in to
work, ask for a transfer and never speak to me
again. How could I have almost taken advantage
of her like that? The questions swirl through
my mind as a whirlwind of painful images of her
leaving, packing her stuff and not returning my
calls knocks the breath from my chest. My cell
phone rings but I don't answer it. There's only
one person I want to talk to right now and
she's not going to be happy about it.

I pull into the driveway of Madame FeFe's
cottage.  She will fix this, I can't handle it
any longer. I take the steps to her door two at
a time and bang on the door. I bang a few more
times before the door swings open to reveal a
startled Madame FeFe.

"What did you do to me?!" I say one notch below
yelling.

"I only did as you wished, Mr. Mulder," she
says sweetly and opens the door in invitation.

"I did not wish for whatever it is you did to
me." I'm barely able to contain my rage. The
sickness over what I did to Scully this morning
is weighing heavily on my nerves.

She walks into a small but overly decorated
sitting area. "You wanted proof of my craft, I
gave it to you. You should be more careful in
what you wish for, Mr. Mulder."

"Whatever. Look, I want it to stop. I've been
sick ever since we left you on Monday. Now I
want you to reverse it."

She smacks her tongue in a tsk tsk sound.

"I can't reverse it. You must obtain your
heart's desire or it will continue until the
week's out." This woman is maddening.

"I can't! I don't know what that is. I'm sick
all of the time, I can hardly work, I'm making
advances on my partner, which is completely out
of character for me, and I want it to stop."

"Why do you think that is?"

"Why what is?"

"Why you are making advances toward your
partner." She smiles secretively as if she
knows the answer to her own question.

"I don't know," I say, frustrated. "That's why
I'm here!"

"Does your sickness ever lessen or has it only
increased in intensity over the past few days?"
Why the fuck is she changing the subject?

"It comes and goes but somehow I think you
already knew that. Now I want you to be
straight with me. I feel like you're playing
some type of game and I'm the unwilling
participant." She grins.

"When exactly does it come and go?" More
questions. Jesus woman, just do something to
help.

"When I'm near her. It decreases considerably
when I'm in her presence and subsides
completely when...when I make an advance toward
her."

"'Her' being your partner? The beautiful
redhead? The non-believer?" I grip my aching
temples tightly.

"Yes," I grate out through clenched teeth.

"Well, there you have your answer." I could
strangle her. Not often have I wanted to hurt a
person but she's asking for it. Maybe I should
arrest her...but hell, on what charges? She put
a spell on Spooky Mulder. Yeah, that will go
over well with the boys in blue.

"I don't understand."

"She's it." She smiles widely.

"She's what? What? I've about had it with this
game. Just tell me what it is you're hinting
at" I'm so tired of this.

"Your heart's desire, darling." I laugh out
loud at the ludicrousness of what she's saying.

"Scully, my heart's desire?" I confirm. She
nods her head yes. I shake my head no in
response. "Scully's my friend, my best friend,
and she's my partner. She's my *work* partner."
I try to emphasize the word work.

"She complements you in friendship and in your
work life?"

"Well, yeah, she's amazing. She's stayed with
me when she should have left. She's saved my
life, taken care of me when I've been hurt, has
made my quest her own. She's the most caring,
loving and considerate person I've ever known.
I trust her with my life as she does me with
hers." I shift uncomfortably in the chair under
her watchful eye.

"Were you attracted to her before I cast the
spell?" More questions. Great.

"Yes. Like you said, she's a beautiful woman."
She's more than beautiful. She's unlike any
other.

"I think it's time you evaluate your true
feelings for your partner." Does she ever quit?

"Look, Scully is my partner and friend, that's
all," I say, exasperated with her questions.

"And you can honestly sit there and tell
yourself you believe that? I find that very
sad, Mr. Mulder."

"I don't have to believe it. It is what it is.
Look, are you going to help me or what?" I
stand up, frustrated and tired. I need to go
home, take a long hot shower and figure out how
I'm going to deal with the fact that I'm losing
her. My stomach burns and I keel over, grabbing
my stomach protectively.

"You see, Mr. Mulder. You're not being truthful
to her or to yourself. You need to tell her
you're in love with her or the pain will
continue."

I grit my teeth tightly, trying to breathe
evenly. "I can't...I can't tell her." I suck in
a huge breath and fall back into the chair.
"Can't you do something?!" She just sits calmly
with her hands crossed over her lap.

"Admit you love her and the pain will stop for
awhile."

I shake my head and sweat beads form on my
brow. My whole body is hot and sweaty and I
feel like I'm being killed from the inside out.

"Say it!" she screeches.

"I love her! I love her!!" The pain is
subsiding. I wipe the tears away from my eyes.
"I love her, I love...Scully, oh God, so much,"
I whisper frantically. The pain lurches, heaves
and comes to a halt. Thank you thank you thank
you.

"Tell her, Mr. Mulder. No one should live like
this. Think about it." She pats the top of my
head and walks into the kitchen. "I'll get you
some tea. Herbal tea," she promises. "It will
make you feel even better."

Little does Madame FeFe know, I've already lost
her. She's probably already removing her things
from our office. Telling her won't matter.
 

Day 5 - Friday

He'd better be here. I've given him enough time
alone. I can't stand it anymore. After he left
yesterday morning he never made it in to work
and called in sick today as well. He can't hide
from me forever. I knock on his door, listening
for signs of life. He doesn't answer. I know
he's here. His car is parked out front and he's
not at the Gunmen's.

I knock three more times, again getting no
answer. He wants to play it this way, fine. I
pull out my key and slip it into the lock
easily. I open the door and am greeted by
darkness. I close the door and walk into his
living room without turning on the light. He's
not lying on the couch where I expected him. I
venture around the corner and hear the shower
running. Perfect. He can't run away from me
now. Modesty be damned.

The door is opened a crack and I peer in. I
open the door farther. The room is humid and
filled with warm steam. He's standing under the
spray with his hand against the tiles in front
of him. His head is hanging down as the water
pours over his body. He looks dejected. Through
the crystalline shower doors I can see his
form, blurry but manly. Even through the glass
I can see the sleek toned lines of his body. I
try to control my emotions so that I can talk
to him. He's not moving, he hasn't even
realized the temperature change in the air.
He's just standing there letting the scalding
water pour over him.

"Mulder," I say and his head swings up. I can
tell he's trying to see me through the doors.

"Scully, what are you doing here?" he says and
hangs his head once again.

"I'm worried about you, Mulder. You didn't come
in to work, you wouldn't return my calls. Why
are you avoiding me?" I lean against the wall
and cross my arms over my chest. Damn, the
temperature in here is sweltering.

"Just leave," he murmurs through the fog.

"I'm not leaving until you talk to me."

He turns off the water and shakes his head,
flinging the excess water from his hair. He
opens the door and I'm taken aback at what I
see. Tanned skin, muscled chest and legs, water
droplets sliding down his form seductively.
Makes me want to lick them before they fall to
the tub and down the drain. I really should
avert my eyes but I can't. His penis is hanging
down, long and full. Oh, how I would love to...

"Scully, the towel."  He's trying to pull it
out from behind me. I didn't realize I was
leaning against it.

"Uh...oh, sorry." I turn around and he moves
around me, swinging the towel around him. He
leaves the bathroom, heading for his bedroom.
The towel is hung low on his waist and knotted
at his hip. He didn't bother to dry off,
probably because I was invading his personal
space. Funny, but he didn't he care that I had
entered his apartment unannounced or that I
walked right in his bathroom while he was
showering. He didn't even bat an eye at his
state of undress in front of me.

"Look Scully, I'm fine. I'm getting better and
I'll be in complete health after the weekend's
over. Now what else did you want?" he says
bitterly and slumps onto his bed, bringing his
hand up to cup his head. His position and the
lack of clothing make him look like The Thinker
sculpture by Rodin. He's magnificent.

"I wanted to talk about what took place the
other day, and what you admitted." Breathe,
Dana, you can do this. You've been torturing
yourself for two days. Trying to figure out
what the words he confided in you mean has done
nothing but drive you crazy. You've been
teetering on this emotional cliff for far too
long. It's time to dive off or sulk back away
from it.

Oh, but what if he didn't mean it? God, maybe I
shouldn't have come. I don't know if I'm able
to deal with this. Everything that's happened
over the past week has been like an earthquake
to the world as we know it.

"Look, Scully, I've already apologized. I'll
accept your reassignment to another division.
I'll sign the paperwork Skinner gives me on
Monday without a fight, okay? So you can save
the goodbyes." He grips his temples with his
fingers and rocks back and forth a bit. I can't
see him like this.

I move over and sit next to him and set my
hands on his bare shoulders. He recoils from my
touch, which hurts my feelings tremendously,
but I know what he's doing. "Is that what you
think, Mulder? That I've asked for a transfer
in your absence? That I can't handle what
transpired between us?" I say as if it's the
most ridiculous thing I've heard.

"If you haven't, I'll suggest it to Skinner
myself." He actually believes what he's saying.

"You will do no such thing. Look, Mulder, not
everything is about..."

"I took advantage of you!!" he screams and
jumps off the bed. His towel is two more moves
away from falling off. He clinches it with his
hand and starts pacing the room.

"Mulder, no..." I shake my head.

"Yes, Scully. You opened your home to me, and
you took care of me when I needed it and what
did I do to you in return? I almost raped you!"
he yells and slumps against the wall.

"You can't rape the willing, Mulder!" I throw
back, not thinking about what I'm saying.

He looks up sharply. "What did you say?" His
eyes are daggers, though they are softening in
my silence.

"I said you didn't try to rape me." He comes
over to me and clenches my shoulders roughly,
pulling me into a standing position.

"That is not what you said." I lift up my chin
in defiance of his manhandling but his
presence--naked and freshly showered--is
softening my resolve. Fine. He wants the truth,
I'll give it to him.

"I said, you can't rape the willing, Mulder." I
close my lips tightly and wait for his retort.
It doesn't come. He just stares at me; his
chest is heaving dramatically and his eyes are
shifting from my eyes to my lips.

"You don't know what you're saying." He
struggles to speak.

"Is that right? You don't know everything about
me, Mulder." I'm tired of pretending. This ends
here.

"Prove it."

"Do you want me?" I question before I make one
of the boldest moves of my life.

"Yes." He didn't even think about it before
responding.

"Well, than I have no choice." With that I grab
his face and haul him into a harsh kiss. I
don't let up. I demand entrance into his mouth
with my teeth, biting his lips none to gently.
He opens and I force my tongue past his teeth
and taste him. Warm, wet...heavenly.

I think I stunned him, but he recovers quickly,
lifting me off my feet and crushing his mouth
over mine. His tongue makes maddening sweeps
over mine and it's better than anything I've
ever experienced. The taste of him is amazing.
Dark, rich, soothing. I feel his kiss from my
lips to the tips of my toes. He takes control
by holding me tighter and tilting my head for
deeper access into my mouth. His arms grip
around my waist and I swing my legs up and
around his hips, tired of having my legs
dangling in the air. His towel falls to the
ground. Oh lord, thank you.

He moves his hands down to my ass cupping me to
him, grinding his sex in between our bodies. I
moan into his mouth, arousal taking me over. He
stops kissing me as he leans his knee on the
bed behind me and maneuvers us both onto it, me
under him and him fitting nicely between my
legs. I unfurl my legs from around his naked
form and slide my hands up and down his long
frame. He's so much larger in comparison to me.
Soft, smooth and utterly male. My sex yearns
for him.

His eyes search out mine, "Scully, you need to
leave now, I won't be able to stop." His arms
are holding him above me and they're shaking
unsteadily. His eyes are completely dilated and
his erection is straining against my dress
slacks, rubbing into my center perfectly.

"Don't stop, Mulder," I pant. "Don't ever
stop." His eyes hold mine and he leans in,
claiming my lips in a scorching hot kiss. I
fear breathing, for it will take his mouth from
mine longer than I can handle. His hand comes
around my neck. It makes a slow track down my
chest, stopping momentarily to squeeze and cup
my left breast. "Oh, yes, Mulder." He smiles
and moves to kiss my neck, lapping and sucking
on the tender skin. I ache to feel his skin
against mine. He must want the same thing
because as he kisses my neck and nibbles on my
ear his hands are making quick work of the
buttons on my blouse.

Once the shirt is freed from its buttons, he
sits up and flips open the closure on my pants.
He's watching my eyes as he disrobes me.
There's nothing there but desire and want. He
lifts up onto his haunches and pulls my pants
down and off, discarding them onto the floor.
I'm left under him in nothing but dark satin
green panties and bra.

"So beautiful, Scully, you are so beautiful." I
blush and it starts from my cheeks and slides
down over my chest. He brings up both hands and
cups my breasts adoringly. I close my eyes and
moan, urging him on. His hands make sweeps all
over my chest, abdomen and thighs. He toys with
the edges of my panties and hooks his thumbs in
the sides. I lift up, once again inviting him
to remove them. "Are you sure?" he whispers.

"I've never been more sure of anything in my
life." I say it with everything I have in me. I
want this, I want him. In my life, as my
partner, and in my bed. There's no going back.
It's now or never. He looks at me, trying to
gauge my answer. I lift my hips once again,
making the next course of action evident. He
takes the hint and pulls them off. Before
tossing them, he nuzzles the satin against his
cheek. Oh Christ. He's going to kill me.

I lift up into a sitting position and wrap my
hands around his face and kiss him with all the
passion and desire I've been storing up for the
past several years. He drops the panties and
slips his hands around my back, unhooking my
bra. It, too, joins the clothes strewn across
the floor. Once I'm naked, his hands skim up my
back in a feather-light caress. Goose bumps
spread throughout my skin. He pulls away from
my mouth and leans me back, taking a nipple
into the hot warmth of his mouth. He swirls his
tongue around the tight peak as he did my burnt
thumb a couple days prior. This is so much
better, but strikes a burning in my sex that
can only be put out by one thing. Him, within
me.

I moan into the open room as he grazes the tip
with his teeth. I clench my fingers in his
hair, keeping his head to my breast. While he
lavishes attention on my breast, a hand cups
the other and squeezes the tip between his
fingers. "Ohhhhhhhh, God, Mullldeeerrr." He
smiles against my breast and after a light lick
to the tip takes the other one into his mouth
giving it the same treatment as the first.
Again his fingers clamp over the other one,
plucking it and me into a heightened state of
arousal. "Mulder, I want...ohhhh, I want you
inside me."

He kisses his way up my chest and neck, nipping
the side of my jaw, finally coming to my mouth.
Our tongues twirl seductively around each other
in open-mouthed fashion. His length is rubbing
into my center, driving me absolutely insane. I
grasp it with my hand, putting pressure on the
tender skin underneath the tip. "Fuuuuuccckkkk,
Scully." I grin at his remark.

He brings his hands up to cup the sides of my
cheeks, his thumb caressing my cheek-bones and
lips. Time slows down as he touches my face. He
maps out the planes of my features with the
tips of his fingers. It feels like gossamer
kisses to the tender flesh. His eyes follow
each part his fingers touch. I've never in my
life felt more cherished than I do at this
moment.

"Mulder," I whisper, breaking his trance.

He leans me down on the mattress gently. His
elbows lean down on both sides of my head as
his hands splay through my hair, cupping my
head protectively. "God, Scully..."

"I know, Mulder, I know." He doesn't need to
say the words. His actions are showing me
everything he struggles to say.

My legs come around his hips as he kisses me
languidly. Tongues dancing, lips succumbing to
the pull of the other's as our bodies collide.
He brings a hand down to cup my left thigh. He
raises it higher on his waist as his member
prods my sex perfectly. Once aligned, he eases
into me, stretching muscles unused for quite
some time. His left hand comes down to my right
thigh, mimicking the movements of his right.
His hands place each thigh high on his waist as
he sinks completely into me. My eyes go wide
and my mouth opens in awe but no noise comes
out.

"Scully, are you okay?" Tears form and slip
down the sides of my face. "Scully, Scully," he
chants and moves to pull out of me. I clench my
legs around him tight, not letting him budge
even an inch. I've never had an overwhelming
emotional response to sex before. Only him.

"No. Don't,". He settles against me, not
moving. His body is surrounding every part of
my being, completing me as I always knew he
would. I smile wide.

"Scully, talk to me." He sounds scared. He
thinks he hurt me. I move my hips back and slam
him home. "Oh God," he moans as his forehead
comes down onto mine.

"Everything, Mulder," I whisper into his ear.
"This is everything." He seems to understand.
His hips pull away from me and slide back,
setting up the perfect rhythm. "Mmmmmmmmm."

My nails slice down his long back as he thrusts
into me. His pelvis is grinding against my clit
on each stroke. Without warning, I climax
around him. The feeling of him surrounding me
is so intense I cry out. He rides out my orgasm
until I'm gasping for breath. He's still hard
and full within me, unrelenting in his passion.
He sits up, keeping his lower half locked to me
in a fierce grip. I may have finger shaped
bruises on my hips tomorrow. A physical
reminder to cherish this moment long after
completion.

"God, Scully, you're so beautiful when you
come. I need to see it again." Again? My mouth
opens in shock as he grips my waist and pounds
into me long, deep, and hard. He feels
absolutely huge in this position, ramming into
me like a jackhammer. It's the most amazing
thing I've ever felt. My entire body is a-
tingle and on fire as he pummels me into a
state of sheer pleasure-driven oblivion. It's
never, never been this good and through my
constant moans I tell him so.

He brings his skilled fingers up to my breasts
and pinches them lightly, gauging my response.
I moan loudly and a light sheen of sweat breaks
on my forehead. He's grunting like a wild
animal, gritting his teeth with the exertion.
He's trying to hold off his own pleasure,
waiting for me. He won't have to wait long. My
body is strung tighter than the strings on a
guitar.

I've begun chanting his name. "Mulder, Mulder,
Mulder." It's the only thing I can mutter
through this haze. He squeezes my breasts and
tweaks my nipples hard. I scream out to the
heavens as another earth-shattering orgasm
sweeps over me. It won't stop. I feel as though
I'll never stop coming. He rides me hard and I
feel him bumping against my cervix, prolonging
my orgasm. "Oh Jesus, Mulder," I utter one
final time.

"Sccccuuuuuuulllllleeeeeeee," he moans as he
spills into me, falling on top of me. I kiss
his neck and anything I can reach as his
thrusts slow and come to a halt. He's a dead
weight lying on me, which I welcome. He's
exhausted. Hell, I'm exhausted.

I feel light kisses on the side of my neck as
he pants into my ear. "So good. So good,
Scully. Wanted you, wanted you for so long," he
whispers. I grip his body around mine in a
fierce hug. I want every inch of him touching
me, sealing him to me and this moment in time,
where everything is as it should be.

"No more waiting. Never again," I coo back to
him. He lifts his head up and kisses me slowly.

Day 6 - Saturday

Nothing has every felt so fantastic in my
entire life. I'm snuggled up to the woman of my
dreams, who's sleeping soundly. After our
festivities, we were both completely spent. I'm
not sure, but I may have even fallen asleep on
top of her, but now we're nicely spooned up
like baby cats.

Wow, I haven't slept this well in years. I
guess being with the right woman does make all
the difference. God, and she really is the
right woman. She's perfect. Although, if you
asked her, she'd beg to differ with you. To me,
though, her flaws make her unique and
complement all the things that I am not.

She's moving under me, trying to get me to lift
off of her. Oh, but I'm so comfortable. I
grumble in response.

"Shower, Mulder. I need to shower." She kisses
my temple and slithers out from under my
jellied limbs. Her bare ass shimmies away.
Scully shimmies. Aw, life is good. She closes
the door and it's like a sucker punch to the
gut. What the fuck? The pain starts creeping
and churning like fire in my belly. No! This is
wrong! It's supposed to be gone. I received my
heart's desire last night. I know it was her,
even Madame FeFe told me it was. That voodoo
charming witch. She lied to me.

I jump out of bed and grab the cordless phone,
furiously pressing the buttons. Every ring is
like a ticking time bomb in my mind. Just
answer the fucking phone! I tumble back onto
the bed, the phone clutched to my ear. My
temples are starting to throb.

"What is it, Mr. Mulder?" How the hell did she
know it was me? Whatever. I don't care.

"You lied!" I yell into the phone. She takes a
moment to respond. Maybe she's gone deaf. I
don't give a flying fuck. "Did you hear me? I
said you lied to me!"

"Yes, I heard you. I think you woke my
neighbors. Calm down. Now what do you think
Madame FeFe lied about, hmmm?" she says
sweetly.

"My heart's desire! You said it was Scully.
Well, I had her, and the pain is back. Now what
the hell did you do to me?" My patience with
the woman is quickly dwindling. Not that I had
much of it in the first place.

"You had her?" she says, laughing. "Is that
what the kiddies are calling it now-a-days?"
She chuckles. I wish I could reach into this
phone and shake the living shit out of her.
She's not understanding.

"You said if I receive my heart's desire, the
pain would be gone. It's not gone, and last
night I received my heart's desire. What kind
of sick game are you playing with me?" I grit
out through clenched teeth.

"She admitted her love for you and the pain
didn't recede?" she questions worriedly.

"Love? You never said anything about love!"
Actually, I didn't even tell her last night how
I felt, now that I think about it. Everything
happened so fast. We went from fighting to
rolling around in the sheets together. The
throbbing turns into a full fledge migraine.

Madame Fefe laughs which almost sounds like a
cackle through the phone. "Well, of course love
is what I was referring to. I never said if you
slaked your lust for your pretty partner that
the spell would wear off. I specifically said
that when you've receive your heart's desire
the spell would vanish. It is you who confused
the two."

"Christ, woman. Can't you ever give me a
straight answer?" I can't deal with this pain.
I need Scully. She'll make the pain go away.

"Now, darling, have you told her how you feel?
That you are in love with her?" I shake my head
no but she seems to know my answer even with my
silence. "Tell her. If she feels the same,
you'll know it. The pain will be gone. If she
doesn't, it will only last one more day." With
that she hangs up the phone.

I toss the phone across the room and curl into
a fetal position. I feel damp hands on my
shoulder blades suddenly. "Mulder, Mulder,
oh...are you sick again?"

I nod my head up and down. She lays her cool
hands over my heated forehead and again it acts
like a healing balm. The phone I threw starts
beeping and the operator's voice can be heard
"If you'd like to make a call, please hang up
and try your call again." Scully goes over to
the phone, turns it off and puts it back on the
cradle.

"Who did you call?"

"Madame FeFe. The pain returned and I wanted to
know why. I thought that we took care of this
problem last night." Her eyes gaze down and she
looks sullen, removed, sad. "Scully?"

"I had hoped your problem would be gone as
well." She's not looking at me. She stands up,
removes her towel and slips into one of my
dress shirts. That shirt has never looked so
good.

"Scully, look at me." She won't, so I grab her
wrist, bring myself to a seated position and
haul her into my lap. "Scully..." I grip her
chin and lift her face to mine. She's crying.
Now look what you've done, you bastard. You've
made the only woman you've ever truly loved
cry. Just tell her you idiot. "Are you
interested in hearing what she said about my
condition?"

She nods her head. "Of course I am, Mulder. I'm
sorry. It's silly; I have no reason to be
crying." She sniffs and places her forehead
against mine. "What did she say?"

"She said that my heart's desire was not going
to bed with you." She looks up, defeated, and
tries to remove herself from my lap. "No!" I
grip her to me in a fierce hug.

"Mulder, let me go." She's struggling against
me.

"Listen to me. Just stop and let me finish!"
Her body comes to a halt, slumping against me
in a lifeless hug. "What I was trying to tell
you is that my lust for you is not what breaks
the spell. It's what I feel for you." Her body
comes to life again and she lifts her head,
looking into my eyes.

"What do you feel?" It comes out as a soft
whisper. She's scared of my response but she
needn't be.

"How could you not know?"

She looks at me, confused.  "Tell me, please,
Mulder."

"I love you, Scully. I have for so long--"
Before I can finish she kisses me. She's
relentless, putting everything into this kiss.
She pulls away and we're both left panting.

"I hoped, Mulder..." she breathes, "but I never
dared dream it was true," she confides through
her hitching breath and glassy eyes.

"Scully, but I need to know. How you..."

"Oh God, Mulder, I love you." She kisses my
lips lightly. "I think I always have." Another
kiss on my cheeks, then my eyebrows. "You crept
your way into my heart so long ago," kiss to my
forehead, "it's been second nature to deny my
feelings." She leans her forehead against mine
in that endearing way she has.

A huge weight has been lifted from my heart, my
mind and my soul. Scully loves me. She always
has? I'll never wrap my mind around it. I
clutch her to me, hugging her like never
before.

"Scully, no more hiding." She pulls away from
me and nods her head.

"No more hiding," she reiterates my sentiment.

XXX

"See, it was you." He smiles up at me and I
can't get the grin off my face. He loves me.

"What was me?" I answer, confused. I feel like
the last few days have been such a whirlwind of
knee-jerk reactions, misunderstandings, fear
and regret.

"My heart's desire," he says simply. I knit my
eyebrows together. "Your love. That's all I've
ever wanted. You're my heart's desire." I'm
trying very hard not to cry but failing
miserably. I've never had a man make me feel
this way. Up, down completely turned all
around, and I wouldn't trade it for the world.

"I love you, Mulder."

"And I you." He leans in and kisses me. His
tongue swirls around mine seductively and it
feels as though I'm falling. I am falling, he's
leaning us back on the bed. His hands slide up
my thighs and curve around my ass, squeezing
rhythmically.

"Mmmmmmmm", I groan into his mouth as his hands
remove the buttons on his shirt and slide it
down my back. He brings his head up and mouths,
licks and nips at my exposed shoulder. The
movement sends a jolt through my body, landing
in my lower half. I grind into him, relieving
some of the pressure.

"Sccuuulllleeeeee," he moans in response.
That's right. I'm going to give this man, my
man, everything I have. No holding back. I
giggle as I think of him as "my man" and he
takes the lack of movement to roll us over,
pinning me under him. He brings both my hands
up and locks them in one of his. Oh, he plays
dirty. Well, I'll just have to struggle a
little. I grin at him evilly, lock my legs
around his waist and flip us over with the
strength in my thighs. Thank you, thigh-master.

"Whoa, Scully. Girl, you've got moves I've
never seen before!" He laughs heartily.

"Don't you forget it!" I claim his mouth as
mine and proceed to show him exactly what moves
he's been missing out on.

No more waiting...no more hiding...no more
being alone.

XXX

Day 7 - Sunday

She swirls her hand around the crystal ball.
"Aw, so it looks like you received what it is
you were looking for." A picture of a tall,
dark-haired man and a petite fiery-haired woman
rolling around kissing and enjoying themselves
plays out over the glass.

She knew it was wrong, but she did it anyway.
She'd never feel guilty about the shove she
gave those two. It might not have been
conventional, but the future was looking rather
bleak for them when they first stepped into her
shop. Now...well, now they're going to get
something they've never believed was possible,
and they won't believe the truth. She snickers
to herself and turns away. The vision of the
two bodies intertwined vanishes.

The End
 
 
 

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