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Author: wildafox

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Rating: R

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Category: MSR, A, RST

Spoilers: Talitha Cumi

Disclaimer: Not mine; XF characters belong to 1013 Productions.

Summary: "Fill in the blanks" for the episode "Talitha Cumi".

Notes:Written for Fandomonium's Virtual Season of Smut Challenge

Season 3 

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The half opened shades let the sun filter through the bedroom,

casting light upon the two groaning figures up against the wall. Dana

Scully moaned when her partner hit a particularly sensitive spot,

which made Mulder adjust his stance slightly to get better leverage

and pump even harder into her.  Scully tightened her grip on his

shoulders and around his waist, while simultaneously trying to give

him more access between her legs.



She closed her eyes against her impending climax and the knowledge

that this man knew exactly how her body worked after only a few weeks

of intimacy. He gave one final hard thrust and she exploded around

him, her muscles squeezing enough to bring him along with her.



Suddenly, a cell phone rang. They both sighed and after exchanging

one last sweet kiss, Mulder moved them from the wall and gently set

her on the bed, then made a grab for his cell before his voice mail

took over.



"Mulder."



"Agent Mulder? Are you all right?"



"Yes, Sir."  He mouthed "Skinner" to Scully who rolled her eyes in

return as if to say, "who else?"



"You seem short of breath."



"I was..exercising, Sir." 



Scully turned away from him and laughed hard into the bedclothes,

suddenly struck by how funny the situation was and imagining the look

on their supervisor's face if knew exactly what kind of exercise

Mulder had been doing.



"There's been a shooting in a fast food restaurant in Arlington.  I

want you to take a look at the scene."



"But it's not.."



"An X-File? I know. The order has come from above. Will you call

Agent Scully?"



"Yes, Sir."



Ending the conversation, he went straight to his section of Scully's

wardrobe to find a suit. Scully was already back in her underwear and

looking for her work clothes. Play time was over.





***

The following day.



Mulder left the summer house, the alien weapon safely tucked in the

inside pocket of his coat. Almost on automatic pilot, he got in his

car, started the engine and left without looking back. Despite his

tiredness, he drove straight to Washington, needing to be away from

Rhode Island and to find comfort.



He arrived in Georgetown at 3am and parked in front of Scully's

building.  The lights in her apartment were out and he almost gave up

and drove home, but he needed to see her, even if she was sleeping.

. It would bring him the comfort he'd needed since Skinner had told

him about his mother's stroke.



He opened the door with his key and soundlessly entered the living

room when he heard movement from the direction of her bedroom.



"It's me, Scully."



"Mulder, where have you been?"



"Quonoquontaug."



Sitting on the couch, he waited for her to join him and then reached

for her, embracing her tightly. He felt so good here, he could almost

fall asleep and forget everything. Almost was the operative word

because his mind was working overtime and it would be a miracle if he

was able to get any sleep tonight.



"Did you find something?"  She probed gently after a few minutes of

silence.



"She's in on it."



"Who is in on what?"



"Mom. The Conspiracy."



"How do you know that?"



Scully waited for him to elaborate. He took a deep breath, released

her from his embrace and started to rummage about in the inside

pocket of his jacket. Handing her the pictures X had given him, he

explained the connection while she looked at the them in disbelief. 



"I met my informant at the summerhouse. He gave me those. Clearly,

Mom knows Cancer Man if she agreed to meet there; a house she swore

she would never set foot in again."



"But it could be a simple coincidence. She was there to get the mail

or something like that. Maybe he followed her.."



"I'm sure that's not the case. You remember what Mom wrote on the

note pad?"



"Yes. The word "Palm" but I told you.."



"I know what you told me," he cut her off, "but I found something in

the house that proves that she wanted to tell me something important.

Look at this."



He showed her the stiletto, and she gasped when she recognized it

and its familiar "whoosh" when he opened it.  



He stared at the weapon for a long time until she grasped his hand,

drawing back his attention.



"Mulder, it could have been your father who hid it."



"You're right, but I've got a gut feeling that it's Mom."



"Oh, Mulder, I'm sorry."



"Don't be. It actually makes sense. When Sam disappeared, I always

thought that she was broken, that losing her baby girl explained her

coldness and her lack of interest in anything but her sleeping pills.

But if she's involved in anyway.."



"Stop it, Mulder. It won't help you. It won't help her."



"You're right."



He stood up. "I should go."



"Don't."



"It's a school night, Scully, and according to the rules.."



"The rules are made to be broken," she said, taking his hand and

leading him into the bedroom.



***