Title: Mirror Author: wildafox E-mail: wildafox0619@yahoo.fr Feedback: Yes, please!! Rating: NC-17 Beta-Readers: Tali, xdksfan Category: MSR-Post Ep Spoilers: Tithonus Disclaimer: Not mine; XF characters belong to 1013 Productions. Summary: "Oh, brother," he answered, mirroring what she'd said a few months earlier… Notes: Written for Fandomonium Virtual Season of Smut Challenge- Season 6. Big thanks to Tali and xdksfan for their constant support, their patience with my dysfunctional English and their wonderful job at beta-ing this fic. Believe me, it wasn't a walk in the park. Without you, this fic wouldn't be. ~ New York Hospital Mulder watched through the hospital room window with a growing sense of outrage, as the young agent engaged his partner in a rather intense conversation. He tried to keep his anger in check, even though all he had been thinking about since he had discovered Scully laying in a pool of blood was putting his hands around Ritter's neck and squeezing the life out of him slowly. Very slowly. But he wouldn't do that, because he'd promised Scully that he wouldn't harm him. She didn't need him behind the bars for killing a co-worker. It didn't stop him from thinking about it though. Luckily, Skinner had seen to it that the OPR dealt with the case quickly, and the young and self-confident Agent Ritter was finished. Mulder was glad that he would never have to meet the man in the Hoover Building again. Ritter left the room and met Mulder's murderous glare. If looks could kill, the young man would be dead. Mulder took a deep breath and said flatly: "You are a lucky man." Ritter didn't need to ask what the other agent meant. He didn't have a death wish, and what he saw in Mulder's eyes told him that he needed to leave. Quickly. Entering the room, Mulder smiled warmly at Scully. "Morning Sunshine." He tried for a cheerfulness he didn't feel. "Mulder," she sighed. "That's my name." "I was shot in the stomach, not the head," she said, raising an eyebrow. "Have you slept at all?" "Don't worry about me." "If I don't, who will?" "Look at those beautiful roses!" he said, trying to change the subject. "Don't do this, Mulder. I'm safe here. I'm not going anywhere." "I can't go. See what happens when I'm not here to cover your back." "Please, Mulder, don't beat yourself up over it. It's not *your* fault." "I should have known better." "How could you? Kersh tried to separate us by assigning me Ritter. If you want to blame someone, blame him. Not yourself." "You were supposed to be safe with him." "What are you talking about?" "Kersh gave you a chance to leave Spooky Mulder behind, to have the career you deserve." "I'm exactly where I want to be, Mulder." "Would you have considered it?" "What?" "Leaving me." She took his hand and gently squeezed it. He sat down next to her and squeezed back. She looked him straight in the eyes to make sure he was looking into her eyes when she answered. "I once said that I wouldn't change a thing. I meant it. I still mean it. I won't leave you, Mulder. We're in this together: finding your sister, finding out what happened to me, to Emily. Finding the truth. You're not getting rid of me that easily, Agent Mulder." His eyes filled with tears. She was alive and was staying with him. The tension of the last few days abated and he suddenly felt so tired. Nothing was more appealing than Scully's bed right now. Her hand left his and rose to caress his hair. He closed his eyes, enjoying the tenderness of the moment. "You should go back to your hotel and sleep." "I didn't book one." "Where did you sleep last night?" "In the hallway." "Mulder," she sighed. He raised his head and their eyes met. She looked so tired it hurt. There were dark shadows under her eyes and her cheeks were pale, but when she smiled tenderly at him, he knew everything would be all right. Her hands slid to his cheeks, caressing, soothing. "I should go and let you rest," he whispered. "No, you should go so *you* can rest." He laughed at her statement. It was so like Scully, worrying about him when she was the one in the hospital bed. "Let's make a deal, Scully. If I go rest, will you rest too?" "They give me the good stuff, so I'll be resting whether I want to or not." "Then it's a deal, partner." "So move it, go rest then come back to have dinner with me." "You're not supposed to eat." "I can have some fluids while you eat." "It's a date." He gave her a light kiss on the cheek and started to leave. "Hey, Mulder." He walked back to her and leaned in close. "Yes?" "I love you, too," she whispered, blushing slightly. "Oh, brother," he answered, mirroring what she'd said a few months earlier after the incident in the Bermuda Triangle. But instead of rolling his eyes and leaving the room, he lowered his mouth to hers and gave her a chaste kiss. It was just a promise of things to come because she needed to recover, but he had his answer. She loved him. She was in love with him. His declaration of love had been too much for her. She had needed time to weigh the pros and cons before making her move, and he was glad she finally accepted her feelings for him. "I love you, too. I'll be back later. Rest now." They exchanged another kiss and he left the room. ~~ Weeks later Scully's Apartment Leaving the steamy bathroom clad in a only bath towel, Scully slowly approached the mirror in her bedroom. Undoing the knot holding the towel tight around her, she let the material pool at her feet. Her left hand slowly traveled south, toward the scar on her abdomen. This ritual had become part of her morning routine since leaving the hospital. Although, the doctor in her knew that healing was progressing nicely, she still couldn't help but examine the wound each morning. It was a testimony to how close she had been to death. The knowledge that Alfred Fellig had taken her place on that fateful day had rocked her to the core, although she could barely admit it to herself, never mind anyone else. The experience had been a turning point for her. It had made her realise that her life was what she made of it. Up until then, leading a single life had been her choice. Denial time was over. She had also come to realise that Mulder had told her the truth when he'd told her he loved her. During the case, he had been jealous of Agent Ritter, for being her partner on that case, the one to have her back. His actions spoke volumes; he loved her as much as she loved him. The proverbial ball was in her court, as she knew for a fact that he would never make another overture. Her decision was made when he visited her in the hospital, tired and feeling guilty over what happened to her. One look into his eyes and she knew what needed to be done. Saying "I love you" had been hard. At least for her. But once the words were out, she was relieved. It felt right. They had flown home together after her release from the hospital. When he drove her back to her apartment, she'd asked him to stay that night. ~~ Mulder's arms encircled her from behind, his warm, masculine body molding itself around her. Dropping a butterfly kiss under her ear, on the point where her pulse was pounding, he rested his unshaven chin on her right shoulder and looked at her reflection in the mirror. She smiled back at him. He thought that they made a beautiful sight; her petite form fitting perfectly to his. His larger frame encompassing her, protecting her. "How do you do that?" she asked. "Do what?" Mulder whispered in a low and seductive voice. "Always wake up when I'm naked in front of the mirror?" "Who says I was still sleeping?" He waggled his eyebrows and smiled smugly. "Voyeur." "Hey, if you insist on wandering about naked every morning what do you expect? A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do." Pleased that he managed to make her laugh out loud, he watched as her focus returned to where her fingers rested, on her scar. His larger hand covered hers. "It's healing ok, right? I mean, you're not worried about it?" "No…It's just that…without it, we wouldn't be together." "You think? You would have fallen for my charms eventually." "You're so full of yourself!" "Wrong. You're the one who's going to be full of me...soon," he said, grinding his hard-on against her ass. "Oh god, that has to the most awful line I have ever heard," she replied, closing her eyes and arching her back into him. Mulder loved this Scully, free and natural, so far from her no- nonsense, clinical Special Agent persona. He continued rubbing against her while his hands sought out her breasts. On contact, her nipples puckered up, coming to attention. Mulder, not being one to deprive a woman of what she wanted, pinched the hard little nubs; gently at first then harder, causing Scully to moan her approval and wiggle until she managed to wedge his erection between her ass cheeks, making him groan with pleasure. ~~ Slowly, Scully opened her eyes so that she could watch the scene play out in the mirror. She had recently made the discovery that she enjoyed seeing them together. The thrill of watching herself being caressed by her lover, watching him move, the way his pupils dilated as she touched him. Looking now, she saw one of his hands going lower, caressing her belly button, then travelling further south through the thick patch of hair covering her pubic bone, heading straight for her clitoris. The first touch sent electric impulses to all her nerve endings and she arched once more, her ass squeezing him hard. He continued driving her wild; stroking her clitoris, teasing her lips, pushing his erection against her ass and making her moan even more. Finally, he put two fingers inside her, gently thrusting them in and out while his other hand rubbed her clitoris, working her into a frenzy until she felt like she couldn't take much more. Grabbing his hand to stop his ministrations, their eyes met in the mirror and he knew exactly what she wanted. Without a word, they moved to the wall beside the mirror. After briefly kissing, he lifted her up and she automatically wrapped her legs around his waist. Without further ado, he slid into her in one hard thrust, bumping against her cervix, and immediately started pumping hard and fast, saying her name like a mantra. It didn't take more than a handful of thrusts before she cried out his name with her climax. Her internal walls squeezed his cock, triggering his own release and with one last thrust, he came noisily, his groans filling the room, merging with hers. Unable to take the strain any longer, they sank to the floor, managing to stay joined. Weaving his hands into her wet hair, he looked into her eyes and then kissed her gently, telling her everything she needed to know. ~~