Subject: Faith In Love 1/3 NC-17 Date: 9 Feb 1999 05:31:54 -0800 From: Anderson_Drew@hotmail.com Organization: None Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative XFCreative Mailing List Posting --------------------------------------------- Title: Faith in Love Author: Drew Anderson Email: Anderson_Drew@hotmail.com Distribution: Archive anywhere as long as my name and email stay with it. Spoilers: Rain King- takes place directly after it. And a very minor spoiler for Triangle Rating: NC-17 Classification: SRA Keywords: Mulder/Scully Romance- Pre-XF (Rape) Summary: Scully is raped back in 1988 by her boyfriend. 11 years later, he's released and Mulder finds out. Mulder and Scully have to deal with the repercussions of her rape, and their feelings. Disclaimer: Mulder and Scully don't belong to me. They're Chris Carter's- (like we don't already know that) and I am just borrowing them for the soul purpose of entertainment purposes only. No Copyright infringement intended. Author's Note: I know that we all put this. This is my first fanfic that I've posted. I've written tons and tons of stories before.. Go easy on me. Please. I'm just a poor little X-Phile Girl- trying to write for some form of entertainment. :-) And if you think that my story doesn't even belong in the same place that great X-F fanfic author- keep in mind that I just turned 18 a couple months ago, and I'm only a little college girl ! Oh- also, if you see a couple of spelling errors- I'm very sorry. I'm not using Word, I'm using Word Pad, which doesn't have spell check. See- that's why I'm majoring in medicine, instead of literature. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Faith In Love Drew Anderson NC-17 ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Prologue Maryland State University(two blocks away from campus) Baltimore, Maryland January 23rd, 1988 I didn't want to go. Fucking Melissa, and her fucking boyfriend, Lance are making me. They're dragging me. Isn't that against the law to make somebody go to a party, against their will ? Isn't it ? I hated parties. Yes, I'm twenty-four years old, and I absolutely hate attending college parties. I should be studying. Yes. I should be. I have a quiz tomorrow in my forensic medicine course, and- My deep thoughts were interrupted by the sound of knocking at my door. " Dana, c'mon. We're gonna be late !" I heard Missy shout. She's already twenty-six, and she loves going to parties. I guess that the stereotypes are dead wrong. I hoisted myself off the bed, and sighed. The door opened, and I saw my older sister glaring at me. " Late- Dana." I sighed again. " I should be studying." " You should be having fun. Not spending your entire college life studying." " I have a quiz on Monday." " You know it all, Day. C'mon. Live, for once. Can you try that for me ?" I shook my head. " I hate you. I just hope you know that," I said as I grabbed my purse, and locked my door behind me. " That's okay. Just as long as you enjoy yourself." I rolled my eyes as we walked down the corridor to my elevator. " THERE'S MORE BEER !" I heard somebody shout from behind. I turned around, and saw a stampede of people running for the kegs behind me. My eyes widened, and I began to move out of the way. But I was too fucking late. I got knocked over by a large, man, bearing a football jersey, and an empty glass of beer. I heard him grumble, and I saw him bend down. " God- omigod, I'm so sorry," the guy said as he offered his hand to help me. I grabbed it, and he hoisted me up. The guy moved me so the crowd wouldn't trample me again. " Hey- I'm sorry. Really." I nodded solemnly, to show that I accepted his apology. " S'okay." " Hey- I'm Luke. Luke Timberlake." A smile escaped my lips. He was cute. Typical image for a football star. " Yeah. I know who you are. I've seen you around campus. Football quarterback." He nodded modestly. " I guess." Typical Football Jock response. " What's your name ?" What do you care ? " Dana." " Dana-" " Scully. Dana Scully." " Scully. Melissa Scully's sister ?" God ! I fucking hate that ! I'm always fucking known as Melissa's sister. Fuck you ! " Yeah. I'm gonna- leave." I turned around to leave, but I felt his hand on my shoulder. " Did I do anything to offend you, Dana ?" I shook my head. You just recognize me as Melissa Scully's fucking sister. Don't you know never to do that ? You're a fucking idiot. " No. I just don't feel very comfortable at these parties. I'm gonna take a breather." " Can I join you, Dana ?" I gave him a quizzical look. " I guess." He nodded, and I led the way outside. I hope that he wasn't one of those guys that were full of themselves. I hated that. I dated a couple in high school. Justin Van Deer Beek. God. Oh God. He thought that he was GOD. I dumped him four weeks after, when he started to tell me how to dress, what to do, what to say- so on.... The second arrogant mishap was named J.C. God. He was even worse than Justin. Justin was a basketball star. Big hot shot right guard. J.C. was both team captain for the varsity football team, and the varsity baseball team. Talk about ego. My God. The worse part was, he thought that he could have anybody that came his way. He persuaded me to go on a date with him, and another, and another. We began to date, because I thought that I saw something in him. Stupid me. I just couldn't stand him anymore. So we broke up. Now I'm out with another jock. It's not really a date, but it's- it's something that could turn into a boyfriend. I should steer clear from jocks. They seem to be attracted to short, brainy, red-heads. There were a couple more of us in my high school, and trust me. We got all of the jocks. But nobody seemed to go after us. Just the fucking jocks. Call me crazy. " So- what med-field are you majoring in, Dana ?" " Forensic Medicine," I replied curtly. " Really ? I thought about that. But I opted for emergency medicine." " I also thought about that. But it seemed to difficult. I mean- emotionally. Gunshots, stabbings, cardiac episode- I don't know if I could deal with that on a daily basis." " You have a point, Dana. But there is an aspect to it that seems- exhilarating. Exciting. Fun. Y'know. Something that I could work with everyday, and not get sick of it." " Yeah. I feel the same way about forensics. It provides a certain- official attitude that I've always had." We sat down on a bench near by. " Care to elaborate on that, Dana ?" " Well- all through out Jr. High, and High School, I had this- unleashed fantasy of becoming a police woman. I dunno. I still kinda do. So in forensics- It can provide some of those fantasies." " I have fantasies about police women all the time." I turned to him with an unsure face. " It was a joke, Dana." I smiled. " Ah- funny, Luke." He smiled, and turned his big, athletic body towards me. " Why didn't you ?" " Huh ?" " Well- become a police woman. Instead of medicine." I began to laugh hysterically. " What's so funny ?" I stopped laughing for them moment. " Um- well, it's kinda a- complex story." " I'm all ears." I smirked, and turned towards him as well. " Well- my dad is a Naval captain. Strict, firm, still kinda thinks that he can control us like my family is his crew. And, mind you- I love that about my dad. I'd say that's one of his best qualities. But as his daughter, I have an image to uphold. The oldest in my family, my brother Billy, joined the Navy, because of the tradition. Melissa is studying Environmental Law over at Maryland Law Academy, and my youngest brother also just joined the Navy. It wouldn't look too good on my father's image if I were to become a police officer." Luke smiled, and nodded understandingly. " True. But I couldn't live like that. Being controlled by my father's image. No offense, Dana. But I just couldn't. I nodded as well. " Yeah. But I guess I'm very tolerant." " Yes. Yes you are." " So what about your family ?" " Ohhhh- my family ? I doubt that you want to hear about my family." " Nope. I do. I told you about mine. You gotta tell me about yours now." I rolled his eyes. " Fine. Okay. You win." He sighed, and picked up his beer. He took a huge swig, and set it back down. God, I hate beer. " My mother died when I was eleven. She had brain cancer. It was hard on my dad. He took it really bad. He quit his job, and lacked off. As depressing as it sounds, he took it out on my brother and I quite often. Mostly my older brother, Robert. Once Robert turned eighteen, he sued for legal custody of me, won, and supported me for five years. I worked my ass off to be the total antithesis of him. I got a scholarship, and now I'm here majoring in Emergency Medicine." Oh my God. How fucking terrible. To have his whole life turned around by his mothers death. I touched his arm, and sighed. " I really am sorry, Luke." He nodded. " Yeah. I am too. I don't hate my father. I just don't respect him. I don't even see him as my father. I actually consider Robert to be my father." I nodded and looked into his deep brown eyes. They were hypnotic. It was amazing. Fucking amazing. Man. He faked a smile. " I've had a horrible childhood. But I want to have a normal adult life." I nodded completely. " I understand, Luke." What the hell else was I supposed to say ? I've never dealt with anything like this. Anything so- extremely tragic, and depressing. " Do you know that you have the most incredible eyes, Dana ? I mean- They're the most incredible shade of blue. Deep, and hypnotic." Whoa- God. A little too close to what I said about his. " Really ? You think so ?" He nodded. " Yeah. Really." I smiled as he smiled back at me. " Why thank you very much." Dana Scully's Apartment Two Weeks Later Luke and I have become really good friends. Not only that, but we have started to explore our relationship into a further depth of trust. More than friends. We've been dating. He's- God, he's great. And wonderful. He's like nobody I've ever met before. He's wonderful. And he's mine. I smiled to myself as I set down the remote, and settled on The Breakfast Club. It seemed to be the only thing on T.V. Usually, I'd be out with Luke right now. We'd be talking, drinking coffee, just being together. I smiled. I could be in love. Love. Something that I've never considered in my entire life. The concept was too big to comprehend. Before Luke. But now- It's like my life has been opened to another world. Loveworld. I think that Luke felt the same way as well. And I wanted to open myself up to him. The only thing that I could say that I did. I wanted to love him, forever. Yeah, I know. Sounds so fucking high schoolish. But I never did that in high school. I was different in high school. I didn't fantasize about being in love with my boyfriend. I focused on school, and sports, friends, and relationships came at a far last. But I want to be in love so bad. Be in love with Luke. God, I do. I think that I am. I quietly smiled to myself as I settled on the couch. I picked up my soda, and brought it to my lips. As I took a long sip, there were three insistent knocks at my apartment door. Could it be Luke ? I ran to the door, and looked through the peep hole. Sure enough, he stood there, sloppy in posture, and he was staring at the ground. Did something happen to him ? I saw him knock again. " Daaa-na, you home ?" Yeah, something happened to him. He was drunk. I sighed, and unlocked the door. " Day-na." He giggled. " Dana. Your name sounds funny." " Oh really ? So does yours. LUKE." He laughed uncontrollably as he pushed his way past me, past the threshold of my apartment, and plopped tiredly on the couch. " Luke and Dana. Luuuke and Dayna." He smiled. " I like our names together. LukeandDana. LukeDana." He rolled his head back, and briefly closed his eyes. " Luke- go home. Your drunk." His eyes popped back open again. " What ? Why ? Don't you want me to stay ?" " No." He stood, and approached me. " Why the hell not ? Am I not good enough for you ? Huh ? Luke- had a fucked up childhood, and is a loser. You can't be fucking seen with me ?" " Luke ! Listen to what you're saying ! Your drunk, and aren't thinking straight. I think you should go home, and sleep it off." Suddenly, his arms flew all around, and he pushed me hard. I crashed into the door, and knocked my head hard. " Bitch ! I am fucking thinking straight ! Your just like all the others. Can't fucking accept me for who I am ! Well go to hell, you slut !" " What the fuck is wrong with you, Luke !" I screamed. I got up from the floor. " You just pushed me ! Your turning into your dad, Luke !" I shouted. Wrong thing to say. Wrong thing to say to a fucking drunk Luke. Not my Luke. A drunk, abusive Luke. I don't know what was wrong with him. He was drunk- but he was not him self. He came after me, grabbing me, and throwing me over his shoulder. " Don't you ever say that about me, BITCH ! I'm not my fucking father !" he screamed as he carried me over towards my room. " Luke what are you doing ! Put me down !" I screamed. He shook his head. " Uh uh. I'm gonna prove to you that I'm the same guy. Same ol' Luke." " What are you doing ?" I asked in trepidation as he threw me on my bed. He began to unbuckle his belt, and a grin plastered across his face. " I'm going to show you." Oh God. No. I began to start to climb away, and reaching for the phone. He jumped on top of me, pinning my wrists above my head. " No ! Don't you dare, Bitch ! I have to fucking prove to you that I'm not my father. What's your problem anyway, bitch ? I thought that you liked me ! I looove you, Dana. Dayna." " Luke- please," I pleaded. " Please what ? Rip my panties off ?" With that, he immediately ripped my underwear off in one motion, and threw them on the ground. " No- Luke. Please don't do this." " Too late, Babe. I have to prove to you," he said as he finished sliding out of his pants, and throwing off his boxer-briefs. " Prove what ? That your not your dad ? If you do this- If you rape me, Luke, you will only prove that your worse than your dad," I said, boldly. Another fucking wrong thing to say. Smooth move, Dana. Your not going to get out of this. He drew his hand back, and slapped me across the face. " Bitch ! Don't you ever say that about me again ! I'll kill you ! I'm going to prove it. Whether you like it, or not. Fucking whore." He thrust into me in one fluid motion. He groaned, and I moaned in pain. I was a virgin. And he thrust into me with such force. " Your not even fucking wet. Bitch ! I can fuck you dry !" he screamed as he began moving. I felt my insides ripping apart. I was being torn apart. It hurt so much. So fucking much. Tears started to stream down my face as I glanced up at his face. His eyes were closed, and his mouth was hung half open. I whimpered. I thought I loved him. I thought that I could love him. I even wanted to fucking lose my virginity to him. But he took it tonight, with force. He took it from me, and I can never, ever, forget that. No matter how bad his fucking dad abused him. He hurt me. I trusted him, and he hurt me. He lost my faith in love. I heard him groan, and then I felt his semen shoot inside of me. Asshole bastard took my virginity. He hit me. He shoved me into a door. He took away my everything. He crawled off of me, and sighed. " You were good Babe, even if you were dry. See, I fucking told you that I wasn't my father." I grabbed my phone as his eyes were closed, and I slammed it on top of his head. He toppled off my bed, and I ran towards my other phone in the living room. Four Hours Later There was a pounding in my head from all of the questions that were fired at me by police men, and doctors. Two detectives had interviewed me, and filed my report. They arrested Luke, and interrogated him as I was taken to the hospital. At the hospital, they did an examination, and submitted some samples into the lab. My blood, his blood, and his semen. God forbid if he has AIDS, or Herpes or any other STD's. While my examination had gone through, they had called Melissa. I didn't even know it. When I came out of the examination room, she stood there, with new clothes in her hand. She was crying as well. I could tell. Her eyes were red, and puffy. As soon as I walked out of the examination room, she ran to me, and hugged me. I cried, and she cried, and she just held me close to her. She comforted me, stroked my hair, telling me that it will all be okay, and how sorry she was. She even blamed herself. Of course it wasn't true. I mean, yes, it was her influence that I went to the party where I met Luke, but it definitely was NOT here fault. I reassured her of that. After what seemed like hours of comforting and crying in the hospital hallway, she took me back to her apartment. I didn't want to spend the night alone in my apartment, the very same apartment where I was just forced against my will into sexual intercourse. Melissa thought that I shouldn't be alone in my apartment as well. She suggested that I permanently move in with her. That's what I ended up doing a week later. That following day after my- rape, I got a call from Detective Briggs. Luke going to be on trial for rape in three days, and I was ordered to hire a lawyer. Melissa and I decided that it would be the best time to tell the family now. I mean- there is never a best time to tell your family that you were raped by the man that you thought you loved, just yesterday. But I had to tell them. No matter how much my father, and both of my brothers would love to kill him. And how much my mother would cry, and be upset. But I had to tell them. That afternoon, Melissa and I went to Annapolis. My father and brothers were on The Naval Academy Campus, and my mother was at home. I called my father who was teaching a class at the time. He was a little upset, but I told him that I needed to speak to him, Billy, and Charlie, immediately. He agreed, pulled Charlie and Billy away from their assignments, and came directly home with them. My mother was very curious as to why I wasn't at school- and why I was at home, and why I had just called my father and brothers to come home, and why Melissa wasn't at school. But when all of them were in the house, Melissa and I sat them down in the living room. I told them. I told them, and I cried halfway into it. Melissa ran to me, and put her arm around me as I told them. My mother began crying even before I did. My father held my mom, but his expression was something that I've never seen in my LIFE. He was so angry. And hurt. I could tell by the huge vein popping out of his forehead, his usually warm, blue eyes, turned stone cold gray, and the way that he clenched his teeth as I told them EVERYTHING. My brothers reaction was, however, more violent. Billy sat up immediately after my story, kissed my forehead, and glanced at Charlie. " I'm gonna kill the fucking bastard. What's his name again, Dana ? Luke Timberlake ?" " Billy- don't. He's already going to be charged with rape. If you go and harass him now, it could be used against Dana's testimony, and the fucking asshole could be set free," Melissa told him. " Says who ?" " Says the Law Review," Melissa shot back. Billy sighed, and punched the wall. " God damn bastard thinks he can get away with that ! I want to fucking rip his head off !" Billy shouted. My father walked over to him, and placed his hands on Billy's shoulder. " Son- I know how you feel. I do, William. I feel the exact same way. But we have to maintain non-violence. For Dana, William. We can't risk letting this- guy, walk." I saw Billy nod, and close his eyes. My father hugged Billy tightly, and my mother approached me. She knelt down, and held me close as well. She was still crying. I began crying again too. Melissa joined in, holding my mother, who was holding me. Charlie just sat there. In the chair. His fists were tightly around the arms of the chair. His face was red. He was angry, but didn't say anything about it. I knew that Billy would be the one to express his anger. But I also knew that Charlie would pretend to be cool about it, and boil up inside. The rest of the day was uncomfortable. We all stayed at home. My parents sat in the living room the entire day, holding each other, watching a big fire and drinking hot chocolate. The four of us sat in my old bedroom, just talking. Something that we haven't done since Charlie graduated from high school. Seven Days Later Baltimore Municipal Justice Court Baltimore, Maryland The verdict was in my favor. I can recall sitting there, My parents and my lawyer to the right of me, and Missy, Charlie, and Billy to the left of me. The jury read the verdict, sentencing Lucas Joseph Timberlake to eighteen years in Baltimore County Penitentiary. My parents went into the hallway to thank my lawyer( who was a good friend of the family) and my sister, and brothers hugged me, I didn't see it, but Luke came up and approached me. Charlie saw him first. His eyes widened, and he grabbed Luke by the collar. " Why ?" Charlie asked angrily. We all turned to face him. " Charlie-" Missy and I warned. " No. Why did you do it ?" " I-I don't- I was drunk." " And you think that excuses it ? Huh ?" " No. I- I want to apologize." Charlie began to laugh. " Apologize ? You want to apologize to my sister for raping her ? You want to apologize to my sister for taking her dignity, self-respect, and faith ? You want to apologize to my sister for that ? Huh ?" " I- I didn't- I really am sorry." Billy walked to them, and glanced at him. " I hope that you rot in hell. I know you will, you sorry, son of a bitch," Billy spat angrily at Luke. I got off the chair, and approached them all. " Let me talk to him." " Wha- No." " Move. You can stay here." Both Billy and Charlie stepped aside, and I glared hurt, and angrily at him. " Dana-" " Don't. Don't even say my name. Just- shut up. I don't want to hear you. You hurt me, and I wish that they would have given you life in prison. You deserve it. I trusted you. I even thought that I loved you. But I now know that I can never love anybody again. Do you understand ? That's what you took. My love. I doubt that I could ever love any man again, because you lost my faith in that. I hate you for that. I don't ever want to see your face again. And after eighteen years, when you get released from jail- I don't ever want to hear about you. I'll kill you if I see you, hear you, or so much as feel your fucking presence again. Do you copy ?" He began to open his mouth. " Don't speak. Don't speak. Nod if you understand." He glared at me, then nodded. " I hope that you rot in jail, fuck-face bastard." The bailiff came behind Luke right after that, and took him away. I can never forget the look on his face as they ushered him away to jail. Subject: Faith In Love 2/3 NC-17 Date: 9 Feb 1999 05:33:11 -0800 From: Anderson_Drew@hotmail.com Organization: None Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative XFCreative Mailing List Posting --------------------------------------------- Faith in Love Drew Anderson (Anderson_Drew@hotmail.com) Disclaimer: They don't belong to me. Nuff' said. Rating: NC-17 Eleven Years Later February 4th 1999 J. Edgar Hoover Building Washington, D.C. My head hurt like hell. God. I couldn't believe the massive head ache that I had. I glanced at my computer screen, and frowned. I wasn't really in the mood to be here. At work. Not after the week I had. Sexual frustration. God damn stupid Kansas. God damn stupid Rain King. I had sexual frustration because I had to sleep in the same bed as Mulder because that stupid cow, I rolled my eyes, and sighed. " Something wrong, Agent Scully ?" I heard from behind. I spun my chair around, and looked at Mulder. His hand was on his hip, and he had a lopsided grin on his face. He looked like a little boy. It was actually kinda cute. I smiled. " No. Nothing that two aspirins and a bottle of gin couldn't cure." He laughed. " A bottle of gin, huh ?" I smiled, and nodded. " A bottle of gin." " Yeah. I could go for one of those right about now. What do you say, kind woman ?" " You paying ?" " Why, of course, fair lady." " Then sure. Fuck the FBI, and let's take the weekend off to drink gin." He laughed, and nodded. " I really like your new policy, Scully. Fuck the FBI." " Yeah, I thought that you would," I said as I retrieved my rain coat, and put it on. Mulder turned to his cubicle, threw on his jacket, and headed towards the elevator with me. We actually didn't drink that much. Really. We had one shot, but actually- talked. I talked about the X-Files, and Mulder talked about how much he hated Diana and Spender. Eventually, our conversation ran dry, so we picked up another shot, downed it, and I flipped on the T.V. " Hey, Scully. Do you have any of the premium channels ?" I threw a smirk at him. " You mean like- Playboy, Mulder ? No. I don't have playboy." He grinned. " Oh, your funny, Scully. I mean like, HBO." " Why bother. I'm never home most of the time." " True," Mulder commented as he flipped it to the local ABC affiliate. The two broadcaster were talking about a local animal shelter, and where you could go to locate one, Then they immediately got serious. * In local news, sex offender Lucas Timberlake is being released today on early bail.* I gasped, and my mouth hung open. I reached over for the remote, but Mulder grabbed. " Change it, Mulder," I ordered. " Why ?" " Mulder, Please !" I exclaimed. * Eleven years ago, Timberlake was found guilty for the rape of Dana Scully. Timberlake and Scully had been dating until February 1st, 1988, the night when Timberlake showed up at her apartment, drunk. Apparently, he had been out drinking with some friends, and had been egged on to visit Scully at her apartment. Scully had knocked Timberlake unconscious with her telephone, and contacted the police immediately after the incident. Timberlake was set on trial, and found guilty. Scully took victory in court, one week after the incident had occurred. Timberlake quoted that he had an abusive childhood, and even told her about it. He said that she should have been aware of it, but he is guilty for what he did.* The reporter turned to Luke. * Luke, you said that you had an abusive childhood. In what way ?* * After my mother died-* I grabbed the remote from Mulder, and turned off the T.V. " Mulder, I told you to change the channel." " Scully- how come you didn't tell me? How come-" " Because, Mulder ! God ! Why the hell did you think I didn't tell you ?" " You should have told me, Scully. God !" " Why ?" " Why ? You ask why ? God, Scully ! You're the closest person in the world to me ! You mean the most to me. The most, Scully." He sighed, and bowed. " You're the only one that I have left in the world." He covered his eyes with his hands, and leaned against them. Mulder didn't move. It tore my heart up. I was about to reach for him, and take him into my arms, but his head popped up. " I want to kill him, Scully. I want to rip off his balls, and hang them on my wall." " Yeah, and so does my brothers," Mulder faked a smile. " Now I know why your brother hates me so much. He thinks that I could be- him." I touched his hand. " But your not. Billy is just- very protective of me ever since it happened. Y'know. He's a typical older brother. He just wants the best for me." Mulder nodded. " You deserve the best, Scully." I smiled brightly. " I already have it." Mulder's eyes burned into mine with a quizzical glance. I smiled. " I mean- chasing UFO's- hunting down little gray men, with one of the FBI's finest- what more can a girl ask for?" He began to laugh. " Not much. Except a higher salary," Mulder said. " A brand new Chevy Tahoe," I added. " Better benefits," he chimed in. " A husband," I added. " A husband ?" Mulder asked curiously. " Yeah. A husband. Is there something wrong with that, Mulder ?" I asked. He shook his head, defending himself. " No- no. Of course not. A husband for Agent Scully. Or should it be your husband's name ?" " Yeah. Husband's name. I guess I'm kinda old fashioned. Plus, I'm kinda sick of being Dana Scully. I want a new image." " I wish that I could change my name," Mulder mussed. I laughed at the comment. " I guess you could, Mulder. Whatever floats your boat." " Hmmmm- Fox- Anderson. It fits." " Anderson ? Pamela ?" " Nah- I was just reminiscing. I had a girlfriend at Oxford. Her name was Gillian." " Gillian- Anderson ? That name sounds incredibly familiar. Where the hell have I heard that before ?" " Did you know her, Scully ? Ash Blond hair, blue eyes. I heard that she's an actress now." I shook my head. " I don't think so. Maybe I've heard the name on TV- or whatever." He nodded, and sighed. " You know what, Mulder ?" " What's that, Mulder ?" " I could sure use another shot of gin. How about you ?" " Sounds extremely great, Mulder." Three Hours Later " I cowd uzee anoder shot ob Gin, Muller." " Hmmm... S-cully- der's noo more." " No more ?" He blankly shook his head. " Nooope. No more, S-cully." " S-cully ? Dat's not my name, Muller. Dayna. Dat's my name." " Yoo arre lettin' me call yoo Dayna ?" She nodded. " MMM huuh. Sure. Onwe if yoo let me call yoo Fox." " Mmmm, okay, Dayna." There was some silence between us. I got hot. I tended to get hot when I was fucking flat out drunk. I removed my Quantico Sweatshirt, and tossed towards my bedroom over there. Wherever it landed. How the hell was I supposed to distinguish where it landed ? I was flat out fucking drunk. I haven't been this drunk since- hmmm- since night that Missy died. I went out with Charlie, and we drunk ourselves horribly. " Scully- yoo look seexxy taday," Mulder mumbled. " Hmmm ?" " Sexy... Beau-ti-ful ! Gowrgesss.. Arowwsing !" he exclaimed. " I do ? I bet you say that to all of the women. Especially yowr litt'l Diana and Phoebe." He shook his head, and scooted up on the couch next to me. " Nah- they're all horseshit compared to you- Dayna." " Horseshit ? Ya mean dat ?" He nodded earnestly. " Stinky, horrifyiably yuckky horseshit. Really, my angel." I smiled, and leaned against him. " Can I be your angel forever, Muller ?" I felt his arm snake around me, and his head bow down to mine, resting there. " Alwayzz, Dayna. Alwayzz my angel. Kay ?" " Mmmm hmm," I mumbled as I snuggled my body into his. I closed my eyes as I felt him drape the blanket over us. The first sound that I heard was a shuffle of papers. I didn't want to open my eyes. I knew that I would have one hell of a headache as soon as I did. So I just closed my eyes, and thought. The events from last night played in my head successfully. Mulder and I came back to my apartment after picking up alcohol. We drank a little, while talking. We saw the report on Luke. We yelled at each other. He confessed to me that I meant the most in the world to him. We got drunk again. We got even more drunk. We finished the gin, and a of bottle of Irish Whisky that I have stored up. He called me his angel- and something about horseshit ? I sighed as I felt Mulder's body heat radiating against me. But I didn't open my eyes yet. The stillness of silence- but comfort of Mulder's slow rising chest was all that resounded in the room. And that's when it hit me. I just heard rustling of papers a moment ago. But Mulder was holding onto me tight. Somebody was in my apartment. My eyes flew opened, and I practically jumped off of my couch. " God !" Her warm expression grew into a warm smile. " Sorry I woke you, Dana." I nodded nonchalantly, and I saw her pick up the two bottles of empty liquor. " Late night ?" I sighed. " Did you happen to catch the news last night, mom ?" She shook her head. " No. I was busy. I came by to see if you wanted to catch an early lunch. But- from the two bottles of Gin and Irish Whisky, I'd say that your stomach couldn't handle that." I shook my head, and slowly slid out of Mulder's hold on me. " The news- mom. You didn't see it." She shook her head. " No- why ? Is something the matter ? Something wrong ?" My head faced the ground as I nodded. " Yeah. Something's wrong." " What is it, Dana ?" I cleared my throat, and glanced up at her, feeling somewhat incomplete now. It was like telling her that I was raped over again. " He- He's getting released out of jail, on early bail." " He ? Who-" She paused, and gasped. My mother stood, and her eyes widened to their maximum capacity. " They said eighteen years ! Not eleven ! Eighteen !" I nodded as I stood as well. I ushered her into my kitchen because I didn't want to wake Mulder up. " I know, Mom. I know that you're upset. I am too. They were supposed to notify me." " The fucking asshole has seven more fucking years ! He's not supposed to be out now !" My mother shouted in pure anger. " I know that, Ma ! I do ! Do you think that I want him being set free ? It scares the hell out of me, mom." Her face softened, and she wrapped her arms around me. I buried my face into her shoulder, and unleashed a couple of tears that I didn't even know that I was holding. She stroked my hair, and told me everything was going to be okay. Just like she always does. And that always makes everything seem as if it's all going to be okay. I lifted my head from her shoulder. " Y'know. If he ever comes near you again- Billy and Charlie threatened to kill him," she said in a joking manner. I faked a smile, and nodded. " Mulder does too. He said that he wanted to rip off his balls, and hang them on his wall." " Dana- are you- with Fox now ?" Oh god. I KNEW that she was going to ask that. I just knew it. I shook my head. " No. I'm not, Mom." " Are you lying to me ?" A sigh escaped her lips. " Well- why not ? You need a man in your life, Dana." I giggled. " What's so funny ?" " Nothing, mom. It's just- you crack me up." " Why ?" I shook my head. " Always trying to get me to go out more. But you always, always, always seem to add in Mulder- every single time, mom." She smiles. " I just want the best for you, sweetheart." I shook my head, and sighed. " Uh huh, mom. You use that defense, every single time." Her deep green eyes fluttered over towards the clock on my microwave. " Shit- I have to go, Dana. I have this- thing. How about I come by later on tonight- and I'll take you out for dinner. We'll- talk about him- or whatever." I nodded quietly. " Yeah, mom." She walks gracefully over to me, and crouches down. Her lips descended upon my forehead, and press tenderly. " Love you," she said quietly as she left towards my door. " I love you too, Mommy," I said as she waved, and left. My own eyes fluttered over towards Mulder. He had slumped down to the arm of my couch. God, he looked so fucking sexy. The blanket that I vaguely remember being deposited over us last night was strewn on the floor. I smiled, picked it up, and draped it over his own large frame. I wanted to wrap my arms around all of him, and revel in his smell, feel, touch- his everything. A warm smile of protection and love escaped my lips as I bowed my head down to kiss his warm head. His hair felt silky upon my cheeks. Imagine if I could do this when he was awake. It was too astronomical to comprehend. I smoothed his hair back, and headed towards my bathroom to wash off the alcohol that I felt on me. Faith In Love Drew Anderson (Anderson_Drew@hotmail.com) Disclaimer: They're not mine. Nuff's said. Rating: NC-17- and this is where it comes in to full effect, folks.... Either Mulder woke up and left quickly, or he's still asleep. That's my prediction. I stepped out of the shower, and wrapped the towel that hung on the towel rack, over my body. I quickly dried off my stomach, and legs, between my legs (spending a little more time there than necessary), chest, and my back. I wanted to see if my hypothesis was correct. The black silk boxer shorts, and the heather-gray tank top with spaghetti strings that I laid out for myself, was thrown on my body quickly. I was wrong. He was sitting at my kitchen table, gripping one of my coffee mugs. But that's not fucking all. He wasn't wearing the simple white cotton shirt I left him with anymore. It was his bare chest, and those stonewashed-fuck-me-hard-against-the-wall jeans, the buttons undone. God. He was such a fucking curing sight. Wow, man. Wow. " Good Morning," he said optimistically as he glanced at me gloriously. I smiled, as I approached him. " Actually- Good Afternoon. It's almost two." His attention snapped to his coffee. " Good afternoon." I smiled as I poured myself some coffee. " How's the hang-over ?" " Not so good," he replied quickly. " It's been a while since I've gotten drunk. The last time that I got as drunk as that was-" he stopped for some reason. I waited a while, until I knew that he wasn't going to finish the answer. " Last time ?" " Last time I got that drunk was in 94." Ninety-Four ? I don't ever recall hearing about that. Maybe it was on the weekend or something. " Ninety-four. About five years ago." " Four- Last time I got drunk like that- It was- you were- after your- I drunk after I found out you were gone." My heart did a double backflip. He drunk when he found out that I was gone. Somehow, that sentence made my entire world. He shrugged, and stood up. " Want a bagel ?" I shook my head. " Nah. I'm not hungry." He shook his head, and began to prepare it. What did this mean ? He drank when I was gone ? When I was abducted ? Was it some hidden message that he was secretly trying to tell me ? That he loved me ? I didn't want that. I didn't want him to love me. Okay. I'm a liar. I did want him to love me. But I'm not sure that I could handle that. I don't really know. Ever since Luke- I've shut myself out from everybody. I kept myself distanced. I went rigid on ever single man that I dated after Luke. For all I know- if the rape never occurred, I could have been married, and have had 32 little babies. That entertained though made me smile. But I didn't want that now. I wanted to let myself be loved by Mulder. But first- BUT FIRST, he had to love me. Which I hope. Everything is just too fucking messed up right now. I want him to love me. I want to let myself love him. I do love him. I don't want another repeat of Luke. But I know that won't happen. Luke is that asshole. That fucking asshole that raped me. Fucking asshole. Fucking asshole. Fucking asshole. Fucking asshole. SHIT ! But Mulder. He's- kind. Compassionate, and sweet, and loyal, and trustworthy, and- shit, I know now. I want- him. I want him, I want him, I want him. Fuck, I want him. " Scully ?" My head snapped up in an immediate response. " Yeah ?" " Wanna talk ? You seem- distant." Distant. I have a million fucking things running through my brain right now. Luke. My mother. The X-Files. YOU. That button on your jeans that is in dyer need of being zipped up. Your hair on your chest. I want to run my fingers through it. " I'm fi-" " Oh that's right. Your fine. Classic Dana Scully response to Fox Mulder. I should have remembered." " What Are you talking about ?" He shook his head. " Nothing. I just- would appreciate it, Scully, if you would fucking trust me." " Trust you ? I trust you with everything ! I trust you the most !" " Apparently not. Or maybe you just don't feel comfortable around me. Maybe that's it ! Do I make you uneasy, Scully ?" " No ! I said that I'm fucking fine ! Just leave me alone !" I screamed. " Your not fine ! You've been quiet all morning ! You just found out that the asshole bastard who took your everything away, is being released from jail ! How could you be okay ! God knows I wouldn't ! But I forgot. Not everybody can be as rigid as superficial Dana Scully !" Mulder shouted. I slapped him across the face. " Asshole !" He shocked the hell out of me. He grabbed my waist, and pulled me into him. Omigod. His head moved down, and I felt his lips across mine. Brushing lightly. Seeking permission. Permission granted, Mulder. You know what would be nice ? I should get a tattoo on my inner thigh that reads " All You Can Eat, Mulder." The thought made me smile. The smile made my lip curve upwards, and wrap around his upper lip. He groaned, and allowed his tongue to push past my lips, and into my mouth. Omigod.Omigod.Omigod. I felt his slick, hot tongue in my mouth, and I moaned. Dammit. I'm supposed to be angry at him. I was about to muster up the courage to pull away from him, but then he went and did it. Bastard. I felt him place his hands on my ass, and push me into him. Lemme be more specific. His fucking hard dick was pressing into my fucking cunt. Oh. My. God. I hooked my leg around the back of his thighs, and grinded my crotch into his. " Scully," I felt him groan into my mouth. " Mulder," I moaned back. Well- actually, it came out like Muller. My tongue that was responsible for producing adequate pronunciations was kinda occupied right now. Everything felt so good- and so right- it made me want to scream. My limp arms realized that they were actually functioning, and they could move. They traveled around his neck, and hooked tightly there. I used his strong, thick neck to support me. For what I was about to do. Mulder knew what I was going to do. He pulled away from my mouth, smiled, and moved his hands from my ass, to my thighs. I shifted my weight onto him, and wrapped my legs around his waist, locking my ankles around him. A smile formed across my own face as he backed me up into the counter, and set me there. I wrapped my arms around his neck again, and pulled his head back to me. You know how I said earlier that I wanted him ? If I knew that this would be this fucking fantastic- I would have pinned him on his desk the first day that we met. Subject: Faith In Love 3/3 NC-17 Date: 9 Feb 1999 05:34:05 -0800 From: Anderson_Drew@hotmail.com Organization: None Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative XFCreative Mailing List Posting --------------------------------------------- Part 3 His hands were on my hips right now, slowly moving to my waist, and my back. I felt the material of my tank top bunch up in the back. He was clutching it, as my tongue was teasing his own. I pulled away from, and a grin splayed across my face. One of those grins he's never seen before. It read " Fuck me now, and fuck me hard. I'm yours." Yes- I've given that grin since my rape. It took me about three years to get sexually active again. And then I discovered that I actually, really, was- I fucking loved sex. Loved it. I'm a different person now. I haven't had decent sex since- Bruce, the boyfriend that I had at the beginning of my career in the X-Files. The waaaaayyy beginning. He couldn't handle all the attention that Mulder was getting. So the pig left me. He smiled back at me as I pushed his chest back away from me. I crossed my arms around my waist, and grabbed my shirt edges. I lifted my shirt up, and threw it on the table- or somewhere. He gasped, and clutched his chest. Wow. Nobody's ever done that before. I saw his Adam's apple bob up and down. " Mulder ?" He tried to say something. I think it was " Oh my god." But I really couldn't tell. It came out more like " Hoomgd." I smiled again, and glanced down at his erection. I've seen it like that before. Pressing against his pants tightly. It was impressive. Or what I've seen. What I see now. I wanted to see it. All of it. " N-n-no b-b-br-a." " Huh ?" " N-no, bra." " Oh, I'm not wearing a bra. Yeah," I said as I got down from the counter, and began walking towards him. " Oh my god," he mumbled as his eyes were fixed on my breasts. Oh, c'mon, Mulder. I know that they're not perfect. They're nothing to be flabbergasted over. Why are you flabbergasted ? I saw his hand extend out to them, reaching for them. That's the spirit, Muldy. I leaned into his hand, and he groaned. I groaned as well at the sensation of his thumb circling around the hardened peak. " Mulder- don't be afraid of me." His head jerked up, and he moved into me. " Are you sure about this, Scully ? I mean- I-" I impaled my hand down on his cock, and that silenced him. A loud groan came from his mouth. " Mulder- shut up now. You talk to much." He swallowed, and closed his eyes. My middle finger trailed up and down his length. And I heard the most wonderful thing that a woman can hear when she's about to make love to the man she loves. " Scully- GodIloveyou," he mumbled. " Love you much." I kissed his forehead, and backed him towards my doorway. " I love you too, Mulder. And I trust you, Mulder. With it all. My love." I kissed him on the lips. " My life." I kissed his chin. " My faith." I kissed the crook of his neck. " My being." I kissed his chest muscles. " My everything," I finished as my lips were on his pectoral muscles. My eyes fixed on his, and I saw it. There were tears coming from his eyes. Fucking beautiful. He was crying. " I won't hurt you, Scully. I won't. I promise. I could never hurt you like he did." I nodded blankly. " I know that, Mulder. I know that you could never be him." He stroked my cheek as we moved to the edge of the bed. He deposited me there, and smiled. His hands moved to the waistband of my silk boxer shorts. " I have some on now like this." " Black silk ?" He nodded. " Yes, my love. Black silk." I kissed the tip of his nose. " Show them to me," I said urgently. His eyes lit up, as I reached for the zipper on his jeans. My fingers lowered it, and then his jeans. His hazel eyes stared wide open at me in awe. " You were right, Mulder. We match." " Hmmmm.... Not for long," he said as he kissed my belly button. I laced my fingers through his precious strands of silky brown. His nimble tongue swirled around my navel, and I sighed in contentment. Then, his mouth delved lower. I felt his tongue slide into the hem of my boxers. Uh oh. I've never done this before. I never allowed myself to get close to a man, so he could do that. " Mulder- where are you going ?" I asked. " Hmmm ?" he asked absent-mindedly as he started to slide my boxers down, and I screwed my eyes shut. " Can I kiss you here ?" he asked curiously as his head bowed up to face mine. " Mulder- you don't have to. No, just come back up here. I've never- hoomogd, Mulder." His tongue had done some exploring, and inside of me. " OH SHIT !" I screamed as I felt his tongue began to flick lightly over my clit. I felt two of his fingers slip inside of me, and caress each side of my inner walls. His tongue was still on my clit, flicking lightly. I moaned his name as he began making small circles with his, oh, so fucking talented tongue, " Mulder," I whimpered. Then I felt the abruptness of his mouth leaving my vagina, and facing me. " NO !" I screamed. " Still want me to stop ?" he asked mockingly. Stupid bastard. Instead of finding a sting of coherent nouns and adjectives, I pushed his head back down, and he groaned into me. " OMIGOD !" I screamed as I felt the vibration of his moan rumble through me. Fuck, this was incredible. He slowed down his ministrations. I was about to complain, but I felt something that defied logical explanation. Something that could have been another fucking planetary alignment. Mulder wrapped his lips around my delicate and aroused clit, and began to suck like a fucking Hoover vacuum. " OH FUCK !" I screamed really, really, really loud. My voice raised about two octaves above my normal speaking voice. " M'Gonna come, Mulddd-" My eyes clamped shut. I screamed for dear life as I felt an eruption inside of me. My entire insides melted as I spasmed. It was like nothing else in the world. Nothing. And I was still coming ! Another jolt of pleasure sparked through me and I screamed his name. Double orgasms. Fuck, this man is incredible. I felt him stabilizing me down as I panted, and placed my hand on my forehead. My eyes were still shut from that incredible experience. How could that ever be that good ? I didn't open my eyes until I actually remembered that there was a person lying next to me, and it wasn't my hand that brought me to that extreme amount of pleasure. He was staring at me with a grin affixed to his face. " Welcome back." I smiled, and kissed him. Shit, I could taste myself on him. I pulled away, and smiled. " Ready for your turn, baby ?" I asked in a seductive manner. His eyes widened, and he nodded like he was anticipating his first lay. God, I love him. I kissed his nipple, and took it in between my teeth. My teeth nipped at it gently. " Oh god." He glanced down at me. Our eyes met. His sexy little head shook. " No- I want to come inside of you." " Mulder- that's really sweet and all, but-" His head shook again, and I felt his body roll over, and set him on top. Damn him. Mulder's body pinned me down, and I squirmed to be set free. But he wouldn't move. He grinned down at me, and shook his head. " Nope. Not going to let you go." " Why the hell not, Mulder ?" " I want to make you come, Scully. I want to see you come. God, I love that." " But Mulder- you just did. Twice. Remember ?" I asked mockingly. " Well- I wanna see it again." Asshole. Thinks that he can touch me there- and think that I will succumb to him. I don't think so. Even though he was holding my arms down, my legs could move. I began to slowly rub his crotch with my knee. Slowly. Extremely slowly. His arousal was still there. Still there, poking from those boxers. " No fair, Scully." I smiled, and nodded. " Yes it is. It's Very Fair," I answered back. He closed his eyes, and moaned. I began to revel in my ability to do this to him, but Mulder's hands on my breasts stopped me. My eyes popped open, as he began to make circles around my hardened nipples. " I want your dick inside me, Mulder." Shit, I sound like a wet dream. I heard a guttural groan from on top of me as he carefully positioned himself above me. He looked up at me, and then down at where our bodies were about to be joined. " Can you do something for me, Scully ?" " What do you want me to do ?" He smiled, and it lit up my heart. " It's sort of a- fantasy that I have- I uh- want you to be on top." I smiled, as those words turned me on a great deal. " Roll me over, G-Man," I said quietly. His face lit up like an immediate light switch. Just like my heart. I straddled his hips as his hands clutched my waist. His hands were moving up and down on my waist, in a smooth caress. I kissed the top of his head, and then his full, sexy mouth. Our tongues intertwined for a couple of minutes, as I prepared to take him into me. I mean- It's been a while since I've last had sex. And God- he's big. REALLY big. My hips lifted, and I poised myself above his throbbing, eager cock. " SHIT !" he moaned loudly as my warm heat enveloped his hardness. I relaxed, and sighed. I began to slowly move myself up and down, always getting to the tip of his cock before coming back down on him. Shit, this felt sooooo good. I wanted to scream, it felt this good. And I did. I screamed as his hands began lifting me up, and down on his cock. This was like a dream. A great, spectacular, fantastic, dream. Just because Mulder and I were the key figures, and we weren't being chased by the government- or trying to be eaten by anything that doesn't pertain to mankind. He moved his hands away from my waist, and offered them out for me to use my weight to impale myself faster on him. I laced my fingers through his own, and he began to stiffen his muscles so I could pull and push myself up and down on him. " Mulder- God," I moaned as pleasure flooded my brain. I wanted this release so bad. " Yeeaaah, Scully." I could sense that he was going to come soon. God, I was going to come soon. I could feel it. And shit, it was incredible. I groaned loudly as the tip of his cock tickled my clit. " Mulder- shit, I'm gonna come," I managed to say. I have no idea how I managed to say it, though. " God- me too," he groaned out he flipped me over. Now he was on top. God, he was a sexy man. Mulder kissed my lips briefly, as I spread my legs. hooked them around his thighs, and locked my ankles tightly. Mulder nodded, thrust himself into me. We both cried out. He soon began to move in me, and out, then thrust back into me. One more thrust- I could feel it. He did it. I screamed as the incredible orgasm swept me away. God- I hope that I don't get any police reports filed against me for all of this screaming. I opened my eyes, and he was still trying to come, also moaning about how beautiful that was. God, Mulder. I love you. My hands settled on his ass, and cupped the soft flesh in my hands. I brought him closer to me. " Shit, Mulder, I want to see you come. I want to feel your semen shoot through me. Do you want that, Mulder ?" " Yeeeaaahhh," he groaned as he began moving faster. I could tell in his face that he was going to come. I began to counter meet his arousal, and I felt that same brink of control, again. It was possessing me. He thrust into me once more, and he came. I came. He hollered into my ear, and fucking groaned my name. I screamed his name. And I mean really screamed. He kissed the top of my head as I settled down to lay on his chest. Mulder's strong arms went around my waist, and he held me as I drifted off into a fitful nap. The only sound that I could hear was the rising and falling of his breathing. My head went up and down as his chest did. I smiled, and kissed his stomach. It was Mulder. My Mulder. God, My Mulder. Sounds weird. And incredibly exciting as well. It looked as if he was out of it, so I carefully gave him one more kiss, and escaped to my kitchen. Sex made me hungry. I think that it made anybody hungry. I fished around in my fridge, completely happy, and satisfied. As I did so, I heard two raps at my door. My eyes widened. Omigod. My mom. I glanced up at the clock, and it read ten to seven. Shit. I ran to my bathroom, grabbed my robe, and ran back. " Just a minute," I called out as I unlocked my door, and threw it open. My eyes widened. Not my mom. Not my mom. Not my mom. It repeated in my head, but I didn't close the door on his face. I knew who it was, though. Despite the fact that he had slightly shorter hair now- he gained about twenty pounds- and he was of course- eleven years older now. Shut the door, Dana. Shut it now, Dana. Shut the fucking door, Dana. " You have a restraining order," I said coldly. That wasn't shutting the door, Dana. He ran his hand through his hair. " I know. I'm sorry. I just- needed to see you." " Needed to see me ?" " Yeah- I- wanted to thank you." " Thank me ?" He nodded. " For- allowing me to spend eleven great years in jail. I wanted to thank you for the opportunity." The asshole doesn't have the right be sarcastic with me. God damn bastard. " Excuse me ? What did you just say ?" " Said that I wanted to thank you. Not a lot of people get to say that they spent eleven years in jail for rape." " You have a restraining order. Get out of my face." I was about to shut the door, but he moved his hand in the way. " Wait- Dana. I just want to talk to you." " Leave me alone !" I screamed as I shut the door. I was about to turn back- but then I heard a crack, and the door popped open. He was there again. He looked extremely mad. " Your get it again," he mumbled as he headed towards me. " MULDER !" I screamed as Luke leaped on top of me, and ripped off my robe. " I have to prove to you," he mumbled as he lowered his pants. I tried to squirm around, but he pinned me there. " Mulder, Help !" I screamed louder. " Gotta prove," he said as he thrust himself into me. " MULDER !" My eyes opened immediately, and my body jumped from my bed. I felt arms around me stabilize me. " Dana- what's wrong ?" I heard a male voice ask as he held me down. It was a dream. God. A dream. I sighed, and shook my head. " Horrible dream," I replied as I leaned against him. Mulder laid us down, and he held me close to him. I buried my head in his inviting chest. " Wanna tell me about it, Dana ?" he asked as he touched my hair gently. " It was- just a dream. Luke came back- he tried to r-rape me again. I know it sounds silly. You didn't respond. I called you from the living room- but you didn't come. It was just a dream, Mulder." He kissed the top of my head. " Shhhh..... It's perfectly natural to have those sorts of dreams." I sighed once more, and nodded. " I love you, Scully. Not like- love. Guess the phrase that I mean is- that I'm in love with you." I nodded understandingly. " I know. I love you too." He smiled, and kissed my nose. Mulder's lips lingered there, as his hands stroked my bare waist. " I just wanted to make sure that you didn't reply with " Oh Brother " and walk away," Mulder said against my nose. I smiled, and was about to respond back, but the sound of my phone prevented me from doing so. He kissed me erotically. I haven't had one of those in a while. Other than Mulder, of course. And they're won't be one- ever, other than Mulder. I pulled away, and kissed him once more on the lips as a gentle apology. Oath to the phone. Damn phone. " Hello," I said as I flipped on the cordless receiver. " It's me. I was kinda in the mood for Chinese tonight. How about Sunflower ?" she asked. My mother. My God, it was my mother. " Um- yeah. That's fine," I said, glancing into Mulder's eyes. He smiled, and sat up. As he leaned against the headboard, Mulder grabbed me, lifted me into his lap, and wrapped his arms around my naked waist. I smiled as I listened to my mother talk about how she had a craving for Mandarin Shrimp. " Uh huh. Sunflower's fine. I'll meet you there in about-" my eyes found my alarm clock. " Seven-thirty." " Why so late, Dana ?" " It gives me an hour and a half." I glanced at Mulder. He was curious. He knew it was my mother. I think that he was wondering if I would ask him to come. " Hey mom. Mulder's gonna come. Is that okay with you ?" God, I could see her perpetual grin right now. " Fine with me." There was a pause. " So are you guys together now ?" I sighed, and shook my head. I couldn't lie to my mother either. I was sitting naked on his own naked lap, his arms were around my waist, index finger stroking my belly button, as his mouth pressed against my shoulder. I tried the direct approach. " Oh yeah, mom. It was fantastic. We spent hours, and hours of making love. Everywhere, Mom. Every single place that I could think of in my apartment. Every single place imaginable." Mulder looked at me quizzically. I smiled again, and kissed him briefly on the lips. " Now your just making fun of me," she contested. I laughed softly, and placed my left hand that wasn't occupied with holding the phone, on Mulder's adjoining hands, locked around my waist. " Yes." " Yes, your making fun of me ?" she pressed. " No. Yes to your other question." She shrieked, and I had to hold the fucking phone away from my ears. " God, calm down, Mom. It's okay. Jeez-" I breathed. I heard her giggle. " That's so fantastic, Dana." My head bobbed up and down in a nod as looked into Mulder's eyes. " Yeah, it is, Mom." His lips formed into a smile, and she touched my cheek. " Listen, I'll see you at 7:30- Sunflower on Bethesda Avenue. Right ?" " Yeah, Dana. That's right. Love you," she said. " I love you too, Mom." There was a faint click of the disconnection of the line. " Chinese food sounds good. I've had a fantasy of you- and me- at a Chinese restaurant." I crawled on top of him, and smiled. " Care to enlighten me on that ?" He nodded. " Of course, babe. Well- see- you and me were at some Chinese restaurant, and we were already together. I dropped my fork under the table, and came in contact with you. And you. And more of you." I giggled as I leaned myself into his chest. " Oh yeah ? And what did you do next ?" " I went down on you, my dear. Naturally." " Naturally," I replied. I felt his arms around my waist again. " Your cute," I blabbed out, not even realized I even said it. " I'm cute ?" I nodded, and looked up into the pool of his hazel eyes. " Cute. Someone that I would have loved to have dated when I was in high school." " Ah. You know- come to think of it, I think that would have been nice. I can just picture you, Scully. A fourteen year old Scully. Incredible blue eyes- probably back then you were- three foot ?" I slugged him in the arm. " I was five one, thank you very much," I said in a fake-induced, angered tone. He laughed, and continued on. " God, I would have loved for you to be my girlfriend. I mean- perky little Scully-breasts poking out, your sexy voice maturing- and god- that red hair. I would have been so lucky. I am now." A smile formed across my face, as I bent down to kiss him. " See what I mean when I say that you're cute ?" He nodded, and fixed his gaze on me. " You're cute too then," he declared. I rolled off of him, and stood, stretching my muscles. They would be incredibly sore tomorrow. I could bet on it. I mean- it's been sooo long since any man has ventured to stick something- ANYTHING that big- in that little space.... " Where ya going ?" he asked curiously as he watched me move to the bathroom. " To take a shower," I replied straight-forwardly. Before shutting the door, I poked my head out, and glanced at him. I curled up my finger at him, signaling for him to follow. His face lit up as he ran to me. I smiled, and knew. I just knew that this was it. That Mulder was my faith. A different faith that had been stolen eleven years ago. Mulder was my faith in love. ********************************THE END***************************************** Email me with any comments, suggestions, praise, and constructive criticism- anything at Anderson_Drew@hotmail.com- and please do not address me as " Mr." Even though my name is Drew, doesn't mean I'm a guy- It happens all the time :-) " This is so Fucking Spooky." Meredeth(Gillian)- Playing by Heart