Dumnezeu permite razbunare (25/30)
by Bonkersfm
     
E-MAIL: bonkersfm@yahoo.com
CLASSIFICATION: MSR casefile
SUMMARY: When Mulder starts profiling again, Scully 
mysteriously disappears. When she is discovered it's a race 
against time to unravel the events that have taken place, to save 
the lives of others and salvage a relationship in the balance.
RATING: NC-17 
SPOILERS: IWTB
ARCHIVE: Yes  just e-mail me please
DISCLAIMERS: Not mine and making no money


Chapter 25

He'd had to stop twice on the way home 
for her to vomit. Each time he'd leaned 
forward towards her and she'd thrown a 
hand back to push him away.  He hadn't 
had chance to show Pheeny what he thought 
of his scare tactics, other than to tell 
Skinner that he shouldn't bring him to 
the house again. Skinner had agreed. He 
glanced over occasionally as she drove, 
watching her hands play nervously infront 
of her.  Things had not improved when 
they got home.  She immediately went 
upstairs. Before too long he heard the 
water running.

He sat at the kitchen table, reading over 
and over about Joseph Lines. He had a 
little history although nothing that had 
caused him to serve any time. His wife 
worked as a secretary for Dr. Vincent and 
he'd have to agree with Pheeny that this 
would provide adequate opportunity for 
him to select victims. It did not explain 
Scully though. Nor the last victim. He 
watched as Scully appeared, dressed in a 
pair of shorts and a tank top. She made 
her way into the kitchen, busying herself 
in the washing up.

"What are you doing?" Mulder asked, 
walking up behind her.

"What does it look like?" She replied, 
not bothering to look around at him.

"Don't you think we need to talk?" He 
asked. 

When she ignored him, he reached around 
her and grabbed the plate out of her 
hands, dropping it on the floor, causing 
it to crack into many pieces.  She spun 
round to face him. 

"What is it that you want Mulder?"

"I want you to stop pretending that our 
lives haven't been turned upside down. 
For God's sake Scully, tonight you ran 
into the guy that stole half a year of 
your life. This guy kept you in the dark 
and raped you for five months! I want to 
help you with this, but I can't if you're 
holding out on me!" It was a rare 
occasion that she saw him so angry. As he 
shouted, the vein in his forehead pushed 
against his skin. He did not relent. 
"Christ Scully I deserve more than this!"

"You don't understand." She kept her 
voice quiet, looking at the floor to 
avoid his intense stare at all costs.

"Help me understand!" He moved closer 
until he pinned her against the counter. 
"Help me understand why you can't talk to 
me about this!

Then it hit him harder than any slap to 
the face. "You weren't there!" She cried. 
"I waited five months for you and you 
weren't there!" He retreated away from 
her, his hurt blatant. She immediately 
regretted her words. "Mulder I didn't 
mean that."  She put her hands in front 
of her so that they rested on his chest.

"You don't think that's what I feel every 
day? Don't you think I've lay here every 
night for six months feeling exactly how 
you describe on that tape?"

"That's why I didn't want you to listen!" 
She retorted. "It's what I felt then, 
it's not what I feel now!"

"Then what do you feel now? What is it 
that's making you want to push me away so 
much? So much that you'd go talk to 
Kretski about what happened?"

"Because it doesn't matter what Kretski 
thinks!  It doesn't matter what Skinner 
and Pheeny think! This doesn't change 
things for them but it does for us!"

He moved closer again, grabbing her arms 
with his hands.

"What? What changes things? What could 
possibly come between us now after 
everything we've been through? What could 
you say to me that would change things 
now?"

"Because I was afraid!"  She lifted her 
arms from his grasp and struck out at his 
chest. "Because I was afraid that you'd 
hate me!"

"Hate you?" The confusion on his face was 
evident "Why would I hate you?"

"Because of the things he did to me! The 
things I let him do to me! How could you 
want me after I did those things?" Her 
voice trailed off, as her body slumped 
against the counter. She bought a hand up 
to her face, rubbing the bridge of her 
nose and the corners of her eyes.  
"Mulder I feel like a totally different 
person now..."

"You're not." He pulled her hands away 
from her face, replacing them with his 
own. "Nothing could ever change you to 
me." He rested his forehead against hers, 
feeling her breath beneath his lips. He 
waited, praying that she would make this 
first move. It had to be her. She reached 
up, taking his lips in hers for a moment 
in the most gentle of gestures. He 
prepared to back away, until suddenly her 
fingers went to the buttons of his shirt, 
divesting him of it in a sharp movement 
that left his heart pounding in his 
chest.  With his eyes closed, he felt her 
hands going to his chest and resting 
there. "Are you sure?" He whispered, 
moving his hands down to the hem of her 
vest, feeling the soft skin underneath. 
She put her mouth to his again, this time 
leaving no doubt in his mind as to what 
her intentions were. Grabbing the hem of 
her vest, he pulled it up over her head, 
groaning as he felt her bare breasts 
touch his chest.  She moved her hands to 
his belt, making light work of the buckle 
and the buttons underneath,   whilst he 
pushed down at the shorts she wore just 
enough until she could kick them down to 
the floor. He pulled her up as she 
wrapped her arms around his waist, 
walking them over to the sofa and laying 
her down beneath him.  She reached down 
between them, wrapping her fingers around 
him, guiding him to her entrance.  For 
the first time he opened his eyes, 
watching her face as he carefully nudged 
his way into her, feeling her tighten 
around him, her body full of tension.  
"It's just me Scully. Just like all the 
other times." He whispered, waiting as 
she relaxed and he could move again. Two, 
three, four strokes and he filled her 
completely, the concentration he needed 
causing him to screw his eyes shut. 

"Oh Scully." He dropped his mouth to her 
shoulder, moving slowly, nearly all the 
way out of her, before pushing gently 
back into her, careful to control each 
movement. After all this time together, 
they knew each other so well in this way.  
This was by far the longest physical 
relationship either of them had ever 
sustained.  In past relationships he had 
found that once the sexual discovery had 
dampened, his own motivation would 
diminish, seeing no point in pursuing 
something that had turned to the mundane.  
But this had been so different. Yes, 
after ten or so years the sex had become 
a little less frequent, and it wasn't 
always the mind blowing explosion it had 
been when they first got together, but 
he'd never experienced this level of 
intimacy with anyone. It was his intimate 
acquaintance with her body that made him 
stop now, sensing her anxiety.

"Scully?" His voice lowered to nearly 
nothing. "Are you okay? Do you want to 
stop for tonight?"

"No don't stop." She said quickly, 
putting both arms round his neck.  He 
regarded her carefully, and she realised 
what he must be thinking. By now she was 
usually much more enthusiastic, both 
vocally and physically.  Tonight she was 
quiet, and whilst he was in doubt her 
body had been ready for him, she seemed 
miles away in her head. For a moment he 
had a nasty thought. What if she was 
remembering that piece of shit Lines? 
What if she was reliving the torture but 
couldn't bring herself to tell him.  As 
he pondered the thought, he could feel 
himself go limp inside her. He needed to 
rectify this before she reacted. Her self 
esteem was already at rock bottom, it 
would make things so much worse if she 
thought that his 'reaction' was anything 
to do with what she'd been through. He 
pulled out of her and got to his feet.

"Come on, let's move this upstairs." He 
said. She eyed him carefully as she got 
to her feet.  "What?" He asked 
defensively.  " I'm no cheap date Scully 
I have to be wooed."  Seeing half a 
smile, he reached out and took her hand.