The Truth is Out There--Scene 87 from XF3
by Lolabeegood

E-mail: lolabeegood@gmail.com
Distribution: Archive freely with my name attached.

Rating: R
Categories: S, R
Keywords: Mulder/Scully romance, Post-IWTB
Spoilers: IWTB
Summary:  The truth is something Mulder & Scully may have 
to pay a steep price for.

Author's Notes: 

Ever since I watched IWTB I have thought of the ideal way to 
start and storyline a third movie.  So, after much thought 
and deliberation I have a series of scenes that I have written 
for the third XF movie.  The scenes will not necessarily run 
right after each other but they are in sequence.  They are 
more like scenes I would like to see in the XF3 that develop 
character, tie loose ends, and add plot interest.  

I do not own the characters and I don't make any money from 
this.

Enjoy!

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Dana Scully woke in a position she had become very familiar 
with over the years.  Mulder's furnace of a body was pressed 
up against her back and his hand was cupping her beast.  It 
always amazed her, that in his sleep, he could find her 
breast anywhere in the bed.  As much as she didn't like going 
to sleep cuddled up next to him, it was comforting to wake 
up like this from time to time.  She turned her head to look 
at the alarm clock: 4:03 am.  Her bladder was screaming and 
she needed to extricate herself from his grasp.  She 
carefully lifted his hand from her breast and slid out from 
beside him, almost falling to the floor in the process.  She 
stood and watched as his body heaved forward and he lay on his 
stomach in the space she once occupied.  

She softly padded to the bathroom and, without turning on 
the light, found the toilet and relieved the pressure that 
had woken her up.  She shut the door over to muffle the flush 
of the toilet and sound of water running as she washed her 
hands.  Holding onto the counter she sighed a heavy, 
exasperated, sigh that seemed to work its way from her toes 
to her scalp.  They were too old for this.  Breaking into labs 
and taking hostages, and...her mind stopped the tumble forward 
and she sighed again.  They were too old for this.  They 
should be swimming in a lake with their son, roasting weenies 
over a campfire, looking up at the night sky together.  

She thought of Mulder's words to her earlier that night, 
about the universe and their connection to and within it.  
For better or for worse this was their life, their destiny.  
Maybe they were never meant to camp with their son and do 
homework with him; maybe they just got him for a little bit.  
The notion saddened her to no end.  If she never saw him 
again...if something happened to Mulder today...those 
thoughts was just too painful.  She glanced into the 
darkness that was their room and swallowed her pain.  
'This could be it,' she thought.  

The reality of that idea hit her like a wave crashing hard over 
her body.  In all the years they had been together, she had 
only once thought that.  Many times situations had seemed bleak, 
their futures uncertain, but until Mulder faced the death 
penalty and refused to fight, she had never felt that scared.  
Now that fear invaded her body like an unwanted visitor and 
took up space in every cell of her being.  Her hair rose on 
end, her hands began to shake, and her knees felt weak.  

"This could be it." She said quietly.  

She slid to the floor and sat with her back pressed hard 
against the countertop.  She needed to feel something solid 
behind her, something tangent in this world of unknowns.  She 
closed her eyes and slowed her breathing, as she wiped the 
cold sweat from her forehead and placed her head between her 
knees.  

Letting her thoughts turn to the plan for today, the details 
that she would need to know for everything to work, calmed her 
down.  Somehow, reciting in her mind, the series of events that 
would happen in quick succession made her pulse slow, her 
breathing go back to normal, and the fine sweat disappear off 
her body.  Dana Scully would be ready for this mission and she 
would do whatever it took to see it was a success.  

She slowly rose to her feet and walked quietly into their room.  
She heard Mulder quietly snoring in bed and, the intimacy of 
that sound, brought a smile to her face.  He had always been 
hers, through thick and thin, he loved her.  Even when he didn't 
agree with her, even when she knew he wanted to scream and yell 
to the high heavens, he was with her.  He always loved her and 
accepted her, faults and all.  He would gladly give up his 
happiness for her and William, he had agreed to that when he 
came to Peabody.  He had been everything to her for most of her 
adult life: friend, partner, confidant, hero, villain, lover, 
obstacle, husband...everything.  

She walked over to their bed and, in a bold move she hadn't 
done in a while, stripped off her t-shirt and underpants and 
crawled into bed with him.  She pressed her cold body up 
against his side, snaked an arm around his back and hitched a 
leg up and over his ass.  

Has hand was the first to respond as it felt for her foot and 
glided up her leg to her knee, the farthest he could reach.  
He rubbed her knee with his hand for a moment before rolling 
slightly onto his side and pressing his back into her bare 
breasts.  His arm had more mobility in this position, and he 
slid it up her thigh further.  When he tangled his fingers in 
her pubic curls his head snapped to look over his shoulder at 
her.

"Scully?" he questioned her groggily.

"Shhh" she said as she rubbed her hands up and down his bare 
back.

He rolled onto his back and looked over at her, perplexed by 
the turn of events. 

"Mulder, I want to..." she started.

His mouth closed over hers before she could finish the sentence.  
He knew her reasoning before the words escaped her mouth and he 
wanted to spare her the act of saying it.  He kissed her softly 
and passionately as he began to wake up.  She rolled on top of 
his chest and pressed her breasts forcefully against him, like she 
wanted to crawl inside his body.  

He ran his hands up and down her bare back, stopping to take 
care to remember every nuance, every dip in her geography.  He 
felt her soft skin, the way the tiny soft hairs down her spine, 
stood up at attention when he touched her this way.  His hands 
roamed her landscape for a long time while his mouth tasted 
every crevice of her face, neck and shoulders.  

She greedily arched her neck away from him giving him further 
access to the soft delicate parts he knew so well.  He planted 
soft kisses over all her as she massaged his nipples and slid 
his boxers off him.  

She pulled herself away from his kissing to move her head lower 
and suck a nipple into her mouth.  The ease that she pulled it 
in and circled it with her tongue caused him to shudder 
underneath her and throw his head back into the pillow.  His 
breathing became more rapid as she took her time rolling the 
erect nipple in her mouth and massaging the pectoral muscles 
that surrounded it.  

She moved her free hand lower and softly grasped his balls as 
she rolled them in her hand to match the rhythm of her mouth.  
Mulder began to 'huff' from this position laying on their bed 
and his hands reached out to grab at the sheets on either 
side of him. She pulled her mouth from one nipple only to 
encompass the other one with new warmth.  Pulling and sucking 
as her hand worked gentle magic on his balls and kept time 
with the movement of her tongue.  He let go of the sheets 
and, with great effort, moved on top of her as her mouth and 
hand released him.  

She parted her legs for him, as she had done countless times 
over the years, and he plunged inside her with great accuracy 
and familiarity.  This was territory he was intimately 
acquainted with and he loved every inch of her soft, wet, 
walls.  He moved himself slowly in and out of her, feeling 
the suction of her vagina as it implored him on each outstroke 
to stay a little longer.  He pulled his shaft almost completely 
out on each caress and felt himself grind deeper into her each 
time he buried himself within her.  

Her eyes twinkled below him and she matched his rhythm as she 
let her legs fall wide to the sides and her ass arch upwards 
to meet his entry each time.  She felt the sheen of sweat form 
on his shoulders and back as her arms wrapped around him and 
her body pulled towards his like magnetic north.  She lifted 
herself up into his chest and felt her damp breasts glide 
across his equally damp skin.  

"Oh, god Scully" he groaned as she moved her hand to play with 
the soft hairs behind his ear. "I love you so much."

He used one arm to pull her further into his chest and she was 
caught by the beauty of the act.  He wanted to hold her inside 
himself, just like she held him insider her.  They were pressed 
together and engaged in an act of pure beauty and surrender.  
Each wanting to give more to the other then take for themselves.  

A wave of passion and awe washed through her body as her lower 
half convulsed around him and her arms clawed at his flesh to 
bring him further inside her.  The orgasm was strong and furious 
and she felt as if her body may break in half at any moment.  
He held her firmly against him and lowered his face to watch 
the look of pure elation sweep over her face and the flush run 
down her neck and over her breasts.    The beauty he saw in 
her at that moment drove him over the edge and, as she went 
limp in his arms, his juices flowed into her body.  

She looked up to see his eyes and mouth wide open as she felt 
him burst inside of her.  Happiness was the truth that bathed 
him in the early morning light.  His relaxed face was filled 
with both promise and hope as she moved her face towards him and 
kissed his mouth soundly.  His lips moved against hers and 
hungrily tasted her as his body started to relax and his hands 
started to lose their grip.

She fell back onto the bed with his body on top and his mouth 
still joined to hers.  They kissed quietly for a few moments, 
each feeling the aftershocks of their lovemaking.  He made no 
attempt to heave his sweaty body from hers and she relished in 
the feel of his heavy weight holding her down.

"That was beautiful" he said quietly as he shifted his weight 
slightly to the side and his penis slid out from inside her 
"you" he paused "are beautiful."

"So are you, my love" she said quietly as she, in an unguarded 
moment, pressed her palm to his cheek and spoke words of 
endearment that rarely passed her lips "you have made my life, 
so wonderful."

He smiled at her and pressed his cheek more firmly into her 
palm, "I can't imagine what my life would have been like 
without you."

He lowered his head to her breast and closed his eyes.  She 
stroked his hair and his arm as he held her loosely around 
the waist.  Their bodies were covered with sweat, the sheets 
were tangled around their forms and smiles were on their 
faces.  Mulder and Scully lay in silence, happy.  


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The end of part 87