Title:  "Got Milk?"



Authors:  Cassie and Shanda Weeks



E-mail:  Samantha0223@hotmail.com  & ShandaW@excite.com



Rating: NC-17



Category: SRH



Keywords: Mulder/Scully Romance, Post-ep



Spoilers: Tons, post ep for "The Rain King"



Disclaimer:  God, not mine, okay!



*~* Author's Note *~*



Yes, I realize I'm screwing with the episode's timeline, but 

this scene just didn't fit anywhere else, okay?



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We were swaying, ever so slightly to the music - "Over the 

Rainbow" if you can believe it - that was being pumped 

into the gym.   We were almost dancing.



"I didn't know reunions could be so - "



"Wet?"  Scully asked, cutting me off with her sardonic 

comment.



Then we noticed Sheila and Holman heading toward us.   

"How'd it go?"  I asked him, glancing down and noticing 

that he and Sheila were holding hands.



"You should try it sometime."  He said, beaming at me and 

giving me a knowing look before walking off into the 

proverbial sunset.



I looked down at Scully who was giving me a quizzical 

look.  "Give what a try?"  She asked.



I paused and then shrugged at her.   "C'mon,"  I said, 

draping an arm across her shoulders, "let's get out of 

here."



~~



When we got back to the un-cow damaged room I glanced 

around and quickly noticed a dilemma.  The bed was the 

only place in this room to sleep.  And I mean the *only* 

place.  I chanced a look at Scully and caught her 

stifling a yawn against the back of her hand.  "Tired?"  

I asked gently and she nodded absently.  I watched her 

dig through her suitcase and come back up with a bottle 

of creamy lavender stuff that looked like bath gel and 

her midnight blue satin pajamas.  "Scully?"  I asked 

quietly, wanting to bring up the topic of sleeping 

arrangements without pissing her off.



"We're adults, Mulder.  We can share."    She said, reading 

my mind.  "I'm going to take a bath, the tubs here actually 

look safe now that the rain has stopped."



"Okay."  I murmured, watching her slip off her heels and 

pad into the bathroom.  When I heard the door close 

I quickly stripped down to my boxers and t-shirt, grabbed 

the remote and stretched out onto the bed to channel surf.  

However, after a few minutes, my thoughts turned to what 

Holman had told me... about spending every day with my 

beautiful, enchanting partner.  And enigmatic.  Let's 

never forget Enigmatic.  Thank you, Max for coming up 

with the perfect description of my Scully.



I also remember what *I* told Holman.



<I'm perfectly happy with my friendship with Agent Scully.>



Okay, so that wasn't *entirely* a lie.  I am happy with 

Scully.  I love being with her, and I love knowing that 

I'm the only person she trust, that I'm her best friend.



Unfortunately, considering I'm in love with her, it's not 

enough.



But, I don't want to screw up what we have.  After last 

summer, and that 'near kiss experience' I honestly thought 

that there could be something more between us.  I wanted 

to kiss her so badly, and she was going to kiss me back.  

I *know* she was.  But, afterward... she didn't mention 

it.  I took that as a silent cue for me to just drop it.



Truthfully, I was starting to think she didn't remember 

until the fall when she recounted my words to me, somehow 

changing my feeling for her to her science.  Granted, 

her science is part of it - she makes me work for things 

and I love that - but more than anything, it's just *her*.  

Her trust, her loyalty, the way I can make her smile with 

my idiotic comments, and the way she can make me laugh 

without even trying.



I know she loves me.  There's no way she could have stayed 

with me this long if she didn't. But I don't think she's 

*in* love with me.



Sighing heavily, I threw an arm across my eyes and tried 

in vain to shut out my longing.



~~

~~



Holman said something to my partner, and whatever it was - 

it's making him think.



That's not good.



A thoughtful Mulder scares the crap out of me.   

You never know what he's going to do.



Of course, I also had something to think about.   

Sheila's sudden statement that I was in love with 

Mulder startled me.  I honestly didn't think anyone 

could tell.   I hide my feelings pretty well.   

And then, somehow we'd gotten into a conversation 

about my relationship with him.   She couldn't believe 

we'd never kissed.



But, we almost did.



When she told me she'd never thought of Holman that way, 

I realized I'd had the same reservations once, and so 

I gave her my speech.



<Well, it seems to me, that the 

best relationships, the ones 

that last, are frequently the 

ones that are rooted in friendship.  

You know, one say you look at a 

person and see something different 

that you did the night before - like 

a switch has been flicked somewhere.  

And the person who was just a friend 

is suddenly the only person you can 

imagine yourself with.>



I can't imagine myself with anyone but Mulder, and I 

don't want to.  Ever since I passed that room and saw 

him holding hands with Diana... I have *never* felt 

such pure, blinding jealousy in my life. And it came 

out of nowhere!   I've known for a very long time that 

Mulder and I were always going to be an intricate part 

of each other's lives... since I was returned actually.  

I fought my cancer, put the chip back in, so I could stay 

with him.



Even as I was leaving him and storming down his hallway, 

my mind was screaming for him to follow me.  Please follow 

me.  He did - but I never expected him to tell me what he 

told me.



Do you have any idea what it's like to know that you 

complete someone?  To know that they, in turn, complete 

you?



He never brought up our almost-kiss after we returned 

from Antarctica.  I can only assume that he's embarrassed.  

Desperation can do strange things to people.



Realizing how late it was getting I dragged myself out 

of the tub, dried off, unclipped my hair and slipped 

into my pajamas.



I stepped back out into the room to find Mulder sprawled 

all over the bed.  Under normal circumstances this would 

annoy the hell out of me.  But, playing cupid had left me 

in a surprisingly good mood.  I walked over to the edge 

of the bed and gently tapped his arm.  "Hey."  I said 

softly, when he peeked out from under his arm.  "Scoot 

over G-man."   He slid to one side of the bed and I slipped 

under the sheets, rolling onto my side to face him.  

"What's up, Mulder."  I asked my pensive partner.   

"You've been quiet since we left the school."



"Hey, Scully?"  He said quietly, turning to face me.  

"Why did you walk away from me when I told you I loved 

you?"



"I....um," I stuttered. I had no idea what to say to him.  

I left so he wouldn't see how upset I was. He had no idea 

how much I wanted his words to be true, but I also knew 

he was so spaced out on drugs that he didn't have a clue 

what he was saying. So why was he asking? Why couldn't he 

just leave it alone? 



"It's a simple question, Scully," he said quietly. 

I searched his eyes. I really wanted to look away, 

to hide what I knew was showing on my face, but for 

some reason I couldn't tear my gaze away from his 

soft, questioning eyes. I could hear the rapid 

increase in my breathing and suddenly the words 

Sheila said to me come back. And the way I responded. 

I had to tell him. I couldn't let this opportunity go. 

Whatever the outcome, he had to know the truth. 



"I....Mulder, I left so you wouldn't see how much it 

hurt," I admitted quietly. His face fell and his eyes 

took on a sad, lost expression. I could see that my 

words had hurt him, although I wasn't sure why.  I 

felt the need to explain, so I continued softly. "I-I 

couldn't let you see me cry. I didn't want you to see 

how much I wanted it to be true because I knew that 

it wasn't you.....that you weren't thinking straight." 

I dropped my eyes in embarrassment. I couldn't believe 

I had just told him that. 



He was silent for a long time. I silently berated myself 

for telling him. I put him in a bad place. I sighed quietly 

and blinked to force away the tears. I felt his hand under 

my chin, gentle insistent pressure to look up. I reluctantly 

did and was momentarily stunned by what I saw in his eyes. 



********* 

********* 



I can't believe what Scully said to me. If I am to believe

 what my ears heard, Scully told me she loves me. But her 

eyes were focused on the floor and I couldn't be sure unless 

I could see her. I put my fingers under her chin and forced 

her to look up. I saw the flash of surprise when her gaze met 

mine. I knew she could see the truth in my eyes. I wasn't 

even trying to hide it. I wanted her to see. I needed her 

to know, to acknowledge what is there. I drew a deep breath. 

I had to do it then or I knew I never would. 



"Scully,  I am not spaced out on drugs. I am not drunk. 

And I still love you," I whispered softly.  I put my soul 

into those words. I gazed deeply into her eyes, trying 

desperately to show her the truth in them. My hand slipped 

from her chin up into her hair at the side of her face. 

I couldn't resist her any longer. I gently pulled her face 

toward mine, never breaking eye contact. She sighed softly 

as my lips closed onto hers. The kiss was soft and gentle, 

teasing and tentative. I wanted to take it slowly. I took my 

time in exploring her lips, gently nipping at them and taking 

them with my own. Finally, I lightly brushed my tongue across 

her bottom lip and her mouth opened for me. I lost the ability 

to breathe for a moment. And then I felt her tongue, hesitantly 

reaching out for mine. I happily met her and explored the 

inner reaches of her mouth. It was perfect. I could kiss 

Scully all day long. But the need for oxygen finally made 

me lift my mouth from hers. We stared at one another for 

a long time and then she slowly traced her fingers over my lips. 



"I love you, Mulder. For so long," she finally whispered. I think 

my heart exploded. I swear, I could feel the energy in my chest, 

bursting outward. She loves me! I would never have believed it 

could be possible. But I know it is. I could see it in her face, 

I felt it in her response to me. My Scully loves me as much as 

I love her. I rested my forehead against hers and pulled her 

into my embrace. She responded by smiling and running her 

fingers into my hair. I wanted nothing more than to throw her 

down and take her right here, but I wanted to do it right. 

This is Scully and I wanted everything about us to be perfect. 



I pulled away and moved to lean against the headboard, opening 

my arms for her. She slid up and snuggled against my chest. 

My arms wrapped around her and I held on tight. I was almost 

afraid to let go, as though if I released her she might vanish 

and it would all have been a dream. I nuzzled my nose in her 

hair, inhaling her scent. 



"Mulder?" her voice is tentative. "How long?" I didn't 

have to ask. I knew what she meant. 



"I'm not sure when it first started," I admitted. "I knew 

it after you were gone. When you came back..." my voice 

cracked and I cleared my throat to continue. "I wanted so 

badly to tell you.....I was so afraid," I trailed off, 

unable to express the depth of the emotion I felt. She 

understood. 



"Oh, Mulder," she sighed. "If only I'd known." She shook 

her head and gave a rueful chuckle. "I have loved you for 

so many years. And I always managed to call it something 

else." I hugged her tightly to me, saddened by all the 

lost time. Then her hand found my face and she smiled that 

beautiful Scully smile at me. "Don't be sad, Mulder. 

We have all the time we want now," she soothed. I can't 

help but smile. My Scully loves me. She wants to be with 

me. I felt like I'd died and gone to heaven. My life 

suddenly looked a whole lot better. 



~~

~~



7am... Next Morning



I woke slowly as usual and tried to roll over.   However 

any movement was being impeded by the pair of strong arms 

wrapped tightly around me.  I smiled to myself at the 

realization that I'd spent the night wrapped safely in 

Mulder's arms.  I stretched out and opened my eyes.  

When I looked up, I found myself looking into Mulder's 

soft hazel eyes.



"Good morning, Sunshine."  He said softly, leaning down 

and pressing a gentle kiss to my lips.  I smiled up at him.   

"Let's just stay like this forever."  He murmured, burying 

his nose into my hair.



"I'd love to, but I think we'd have a hard time explaining 

to Kersh why we vanished off the face of the earth."  

I said, reluctantly sliding out of bed.  "Jesus!"  I 

gasped as the cold of the room hit me.  "God, Mulder, 

it's freezing in here."  Walking to the window I pulled 

the shades open and my jaw dropped.  It was... snowing?   

"Mulder... come look at this!"



He jumped up and joined me at the window.   "Oh wow..."  

He breathed with a smile.  "I think Holman's happy.  

This is beautiful."



"You know, Mulder,"  I said, giving him a sly smile.  

"With this snow, we probably won't be able to make our 

flight.   We may even be stuck here for a few days."



"Hmm...."  He mumbled, planting soft kisses on my 

shoulders.  "Whatever will we do with ourselves?"



I opened my mouth with every intention of teasing him,

but I lost all powers of speech when his arms came around

me from behind and his hands brushed over my breasts, 

his palms grazing my nipples.  They hardened instantly 

under his touch and he groaned into my ear.  The sound 

sent a rush of wet heat down to pool between my legs.  

My breath caught and I leaned back against his chest a 

his hands came up to cup my breasts, feeling their gentle 

weight.  He rolled one nipple carefully through the material 

of my pajama top, causing knees to buckle.



"Oh, God... Mulder..."  I breathed.   "Jesus, what are 

you doing to me?"



"You like that?" He whispered into my ear before 

pulling the lobe into his mouth, sliding his tongue 

around it.



As a response I turned in his arms, brought my hand down 

and cupped him through his boxers.  He gasped and thrust 

into my hand.   "Do *you* like *that*?"  I asked with a smile.



"God, yes..."  He moaned.  He leaned forward and kissed me 

again.  I broke away, breathing heavily, and turned to 

close the shades.  Turning back I ran my hands over his bare 

chest.



"Mulder..."  I whispered.   "Make love to me.  Right now."



Without a word he wrapped his hands around my waist and 

pulled me to face level.  He walked us to the bed, kissing 

me softly along the way.   He laid me gently on the bed 

and reached down to pull my top off.  He deposited the 

garment onto the floor and then slid the bottoms down 

over my legs and off.   He stared at me for a moment.  

So long a moment that I began to feel self-conscious.   

I brought my hands up to cover myself, but he grabbed 

my wrists, stilling my movements.



"Don't."  He demanded, his voice rough and husky.  "Please, 

let me look at you.  God, you're so beautiful, Scully.   

You're just so fucking beautiful."  I smiled at him through 

a haze of happy tears and pulled him to me until his body 

covered mine.  His lips began to make a slow, wet path down

 my neck to my chest.  His mouth closed around my nipple 

and I gasped and grabbed his head, pushing him shamelessly 

closer to me.  One hand came up and kneaded the other breast 

while his talented tongue lapped at my sensitive skin.



After a while he switched his mouth to the other nipple, 

pulling and sucking at it until I thought I'd lose my mind.  

He pulled away and rose to kiss me, when he pulled back 

again I caught his face in my hands and looked into his eyes.  

"I love you."  I whispered.



"I love you." He whispered back.



Suddenly he stood up, removing his warmth from me body and 

I shivered and let out a little cry of frustration.  Silently, 

he flipped on the heater and the came back to me.  Grabbing 

my ankles he pulled me to the very edge of the bed and knelt 

in front of me.  My eyes widened in anticipation as he trailed 

his tongue over my legs, making a slow path to my inner thigh.



"Tell me what you want me to do, Scully." He said quietly, 

his breath tickling my hypersensitive flesh.



"Oh, God... I - I want..."  I broke off, unable to form a 

coherent thought.



"Okay,"  He chuckled.  "Let *me* tell *you*.  You want me to 

taste you, you want me to slide my fingers into you.   Gently 

pump them in and out while I flick my tongue over your clit. 

Is that what you want, Scully?"



"Yes... please, Mulder."  I whimpered.



~~



I momentarily spaced out when it dawned on me that I'd 

made Dana Scully whimper.  I was kneeling in front of 

her impossibly beautiful, naked body, so close that I 

could smell her; see the evidence of her arousal glistening 

in her auburn curls.



Gently, I took her legs and put them over my shoulders, 

opening her to me.  Leaning forward I slid my tongue 

between her folds and dipped as deeply inside her as I 

could.  Her hips bucked under me and she let out a long 

keening moan that almost made me come.  Pressing one hand 

against her stomach to hold her down I slowly slid a finger 

into her, lapping my tongue over her clit.



Her breath started to come in short pants and I knew she 

was close.  I slid a second finger into her and began to 

pump furiously. I looked up at her and watched as I closed 

my lips around her clit and sucked hard.  Her face contorted 

and she screamed my name, her legs shaking around me as 

she came in my mouth.   I slowed my pace slightly, riding 

the waves with her and prolonging her pleasure.   After a 

while her body relaxed and her breathing returned to normal. 

When she opened her eyes, I was lying next to her, brushing 

a damp lock of hair out of her face.



"Welcome back."  I murmured, dusting her face with angel 

kisses.  "Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are 

when you come, Scully?"  She smiled and shook her head, 

so I told her again.   "So beautiful, Scully.  Everything 

about you is so beautiful."



~



Oh my god! 



I was lying on my back, looking up at Mulder. I couldn't 

believe what had just happened. What was about to happen.  

I could feel the blush that spread across my chest and up my 

neck at his words. 



"So beautiful, Scully. Everything about you is so beautiful." 



"I love you so much," I whispered softly, my right hand 

reaching up to gently caress his face. He turned his head 

into my hand and softly kissed my palm. I felt butterflies 

flutter nervously around in my stomach. I absently wondered 

how I could be nervous after the earth shattering orgasm 

I'd just had. But really, I knew. This was Mulder and I 

loved him, but I had no idea what he was expecting. I knew 

I wasn't as experienced as he was and I was a little nervous. 



"I love you, Scully," he answered. I looked deeply into 

his eyes and I swear I could see his soul there. It brought 

tears to my eyes. He really loves me. It still amazes me. 

Before I could form a response around the massive lump that 

has formed in my throat, Mulder rolled us slightly until I 

was pinned under his body. 



I lost the ability to breathe as I watched the expression 

in his eyes. They radiated love, desire, passion, trust...

and something else. Something I don't think I've ever seen 

in Mulder's eyes before. Joy. I felt my heart expand in my 

chest and I smiled up at him through the tears in my eyes. 

Mulder slowly pushed forward, never taking his eyes from 

mine, and sank slowly into me. 



I could see the pleasure sweep across his features. 

However, the most dominant thing on Mulder's face then 

was love. I knew I would always remember that. Mulder loves 

me. This is my truth. I will always treasure that moment, 

when I could see the very bottom of Mulder's soul and found 

myself. And I knew, by the look on his face as he watched 

me and began to move slowly in and out that he saw the same 

thing in my eyes. Then the ability to really think clearly 

vanished as he picked up his rhythm slightly, always watching 

me, adjusting to my responses. I could feel the waves start 

to build, the pleasure rolling slowly around in my entire 

body. I don't think I've ever felt that this.  No one has 

ever moved me like Mulder does. I found that I could not 

take my eyes from his. We were holding a silently conversation 

as our bodies moved easily against each other. The words that 

are so difficult for both of us flowed freely between our souls. 

I could see the fire raging in Mulder's face. I knew he could 

see it in mine. I swear, I have never been so completely full 

of love and joy and pleasure as I was right then.



Only Mulder could do this to me. His hands framed my 

face, his fingers buried in my hair. I watched, astonished, 

as tears ran freely down his face. With a start I realized 

that I was crying too. Mulder placed gentle kisses along 

my face, drying my tears with his lips. I reached up and 

grasped the back of his head, moving his lips to mine, 

savoring the salty taste of his kiss. I never closed my 

eyes, and neither did he. 



Somehow it makes it better, to see the wonderful 

expressions of love, passion, and ultimate pleasure that 

crossed his features. I knew that I was close. I could feel 

my orgasm building in the tingling sensation that had 

started at my center and was working it's way outward. 

I wanted him to be there with me. I wanted this to happen 

together. I leaned forward and caught his earlobe in my 

mouth, sucking gently.  I released it and breathed softly 

into his ear. 



"Mulder, I love you. Please... come for me." 



His eyes widened slightly and then darkened with passion. 

He lifted up, supporting his weight on his hands and began 

to thrust quickly into me. I felt the explosion of intense 

pleasure wash over me and I fought to keep my eyes open 

as my whole body shook and shuddered with the force of it. 

And then I felt it.  



Mulder pushed into me hard one last time and his whole body 

went rigid. His eyes, which were still locked on mine, went 

unfocused and dazed looking. As I felt him throbbing inside 

me my own orgasm ripped across me again and I was washed 

away. I returned slowly to reality. The first thing I realized 

was that Mulder had collapsed on top of me. I didn't mind. 

I actually liked the feel of him pressed against me. 



His face was buried in my neck and he was placing gentle 

kisses on my hot skin. I ran my hand into his hair and 

massaged softly. He slowly lifted his head and I saw that 

he was no longer crying. His face was awed and for a moment 

I was not sure what to make of it. Then he spoke and I knew 

it was all going to be okay. 



"Scully, I love you so much. More than you will ever know. 

I would give you anything... would do anything for you. 

You are the only reason I have for being. I... I can't 

even begin to tell you--" his voice cracked and he looked away. 



"Mulder, it's alright. I understand how you feel. I love 

you too," I said softly, leaning up and planting a tender 

kiss on his lips. He smiled and then shook his head. 



"I'm not sure you understand, Scully. I know that you 

deserve so much more than what I can give you" he paused 

slightly. I studied him. I could tell that something was 

bothering him. There was something on his mind and I was

almost sure what it is. "Scully, I- I know that all I've 

ever done is hurt you, make you angry. I know that I don't 

deserve you. Or this. I swear to you, I will never do 

anything to hurt you intentionally. I will always do the 

best that I can to be the person you deserve, Scully. I 

love you and I want to make you happy." 



I could only stare at him. Did he really believe he didn't 

deserve me? I wanted to wrap myself around him and never 

let him go. Show him how much he meant to me. How much he 

deserved this. To be loved. I softly stroked his face and 

looked deeply into his eyes, letting him see the truth in 

mine. I knew when he found it because his eyes welled up 

with tears again. 



I smiled at him and continued to stroke him gently. "I love 

you, Mulder. You are all that I need to make me happy. All 

I ever want or need is right here," I said, placing one 

hand over his heart. "You make me feel like no one ever 

has and I wouldn't know what to do without you. You are mine, 

Mulder. And I will always be yours."



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