Defying Gravity

Still one step away from her, Mulder knew that once he took that last step everything would change. He felt the significance in the decsion of that moment. He took the step anyway. She trusted him, completely and wholly. That was what it all was-Trust. Wrapping his arms around, he he held her close and let go of an endless ragged breath. She was here,in his arms, Nothing in his life had ever felt so good, so right and so complete. He pressed her cheek against his rapidly pounding heart. They fit so well. His chin sat wll atop her head and his arms went perfectly around her small form. Smiling with the joy of the moment he gave the box in his hand to her. Bending, he slipped one arm under her knees.

"Mulder!" she said laughing with mock indignity.

His response was just a wide grim as he set her down on the bed.

She had drawn the curtains earlier against the deepening autumn night, he turned around and closed the door. He came back to the bed and leaned over her.

"Shhh..." he said laying a single finger on her lips. But that touch was not to silence her. No. He stroked her lower lip, lightly, awakening tender flesh to an erotic sensation. Bending he placed his lips where his finger had just been. A questing touch.

Something inside her, a protective wall so old that she didn't even remember erecting it, crumbled and she was not sorry to see it go. In an instant his toungue touched hers and drove everything from her mind.

Mulder's toungue found hers in a rough, warm caress. Tilting her head instictivly, she opened her mouth and deepened the kiss. He made a noise deep within his throat, and eased closer to her, nearly dying of pleasure when she made a feminine version of that same noise within her own throat. She tasted so sweet, and her fierce passion aroused him like nothing ever could.

"Touch me, Dana." he whispered against her mouth.

"Too many clothes." she complained as she began to roughly pull at his shirt.

It nearly killed him to pull away, but he did, yanking his shirt over his head and tossing it to the floor. As soon as he was beside her again, she dove her fingers into the gingery hair on his chest which only seemed to inflame him further. He kissed her mouth, her eyes, her cheeks, teasing her earlobe with his teeth. He kissed her fully on the mouth again before reaching for the snap of his jeans. He kicked them to the side and lay down fully beside her and kissed her again-deeply.

He lifted his head and smiled down at her. Marveling in the wonder that she was. Breathless and with glazed eyes that bespoke passion, need and a hundred other things he could not name. But he had to ask to make sure this was going to be good for both of them and that there were going to be no regrets in the morning. "Are you sure you want this, Scully?" he asked hoping that she did, because if she didn't he didn't think he could stand it.

She somehow understood this and said the word that needed saying "Yes." she whispered. he then hugged her close knowing that she wanted this as much as he did.

Later that night they lay in each other's arm and a sudden contented sigh escaped Mulder.

"What are you thinking about?" she asked.

"Just that, Dana, you make a man think he can defy gravity." he said tightening his hold on her shoulders.

"You feel like you're flying?" she asked amused.

"I feel like I'm falling, free-falling and there's no parachute."

She looked up at him to read his expression but found that his eyes were closed. His fingers began to stroke her arm as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "Scary." she said.

"For a while," he whispered. " For a while we can defy gravity, we can fly." he said and with that he fell asleep.

*For a while* his word were ringing in her ears as she too fell asleep.

Dana Scully woke up to a terrable autumn morning, but that didn't matter because all the sunshine she needed was next to her, doing a wicked dance with his fingers along the skin of her thigh.

"About time sleepyhead." he said tesingly as he bent down to kiss her, a kiss which set her on fire. They then heard a grumbleing of somekind but were too involved with eachother to notice it. As he lifted his head he asked "Was that you?" he said smiling.

They both broke out into full vent laughter.

"I guess i should make one of my famous omlets to appease your hunger before you do something rash." he said

Still laughing she nodded as he pulled on his jeans to go into her kitchen "But Mulder," she said as he was walking out the door.

"Yeah."

"When you get back there will be other hungers to appease." she said suductivly.

"I can't wait." he said as he walked down the hall.

She heard the doorbell chime < Who could that be? > she wondered. She heard Mulder answer it, and then there was noise and the banging of funiture and lots of shouting-mostly Mulder. She dressed in a night shirt and headed out to see what was going on.

"Scully!" he yelled

"What is it Mulder?" she yelled from down the hallway.

"Come here." he said

She did so and was greeted with her foyer trashed and Mulder holding a man against the wall of her entranceway.

It was the biker.