Title: The Long Walk (1/2)

Title: Milagro: The Long Walk A Place To Rest

Author: Ms AM

Rating: R

Summery: What may have happened later. Follow up to The Long Walk.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything not even my car.

Authors Notes: Although this scenario is *very* unlikely human nature is very unpredictable so I figured what the heck it's fanfic and it's fun.

THE LONG WALK: A PLACE TO REST

My heart is pounding like a drum roll.

My left hand moves, fingertips just brushing her elbow and suddenly she jerks. Scully's eyes snap open, mouth twisting in an echo of agony her brow furrowed in apparent confusion. She raises her hand seemingly transfixed by the blood, still slick on her fingers.

She lurches up, my hands naturally gravitating around her, supporting her. I seek out her eyes as her arms flail as if she doesn't know whether to push me away or curl up into herself.

I didn't dare hope she would accept my touch, my comfort, but she did. Her arms went around my neck and I leaned down closer her chin rested against my shoulder. I was confused myself, no one was here...yet someone *had* hurt her.

Suddenly I didn't care she was safe at the moment and in my arms. I felt her turn her face into my neck, her lips pressed into my shirt. I felt her mold herself to me fingernails scraping my back like she wanted to dig her way inside of my body.

It wasn't long before shudders started rocking her body she sobbed into my neck slightly muffling the volume. I was suddenly overwhelmed by sensation I could feel this sadness this hopelessness pervading my entire being as she cried.

Was I having some kind of symbiotic reaction?

I don't know, but I closed my eyes and I let the feelings run through me. My shirt was wet from her tears and blood. How much blood had she lost?

I don't know how long she cried time didn't matter. I heard the police and then Skinner's voice; I can only imagine what he thought seeing us wrapped up in each other. I only know that we are alone again. Did he sense our need to continue our embrace?

I know at some point I rose and she still clung to me. I have to get the blood off of us; I carried her into my bathroom setting her down on unsteady feet I kept one arm around her as I turned on the shower. She kept her cheek to my chest arms around my waist is she going into shock, she's not cold she seems to be breathing allright.

The signs are clear she's closing her mind down, she's creating a safe place away from reality trying to process just what happened to her. She pulls away from me slightly, watching me. I pull my stained shirts up and over my head.

My arms are still up, shirts around my forearms when she touches me. Her fingers trace the area of my heart before she places her ear there...listening. I drop the shirts my arms going around her again pulling her close, I gasp when I feel her lips press just above my nipple as she places a single kiss upon my skin.

I gently turn her around and begin undressing her slowly, hesitantly. I slide her jacket off throwing it on top of my shirts. I look to the mirror our eyes meet, I watch her, trying to gauge her reaction as I unbutton her blood stained shirt.

Her breathes are coming unevenly, I don't let my fingers linger I don't want her to be afraid as I kneel down removing her boots. I stand behind her again my hands coming around and unfastening her slacks the fly is splayed open as I move to pull the material down and off.

Something in me wavers, my left arm encircles her waist more fully pulling her tight against me as my head dips to her neck just below her ear brushing my lips back and forth. My right hand is open over her stomach and I find myself unable to control it as the hand, my hand, moves down under her panties.

My fingers probe and separate her folds, opening her to me. She is hot and soft I feel her curls tickling against my palm. My fingers are gently rubbing her clitoris I raise my head as I feel her hands sliding her own slacks over her hips they land in a puddle around her ankles.

Her eyes meet mine I see tears shining her eyes again.

<Oh no>

<I'm sick, perverted. What was I thinking?>

I don't really have time to process my own question as Scully gasps her whole body shakes. I can feel the tremors running through her, my fingers still rubbing, drawing out her climax.

Her eyes lock with mine once before they roll up and she collapses against me her head lolling sideways.

Without thinking I pick her up and step into the shower the feel of the water rouses her as I had hoped. My hands run through her hair soaking it thoroughly before stroking my palms along her face and neck helping the water remove the blood staining her creamy skin.

Both of us look down to see the red tinged water swirl into the drain mesmerized as it slowly begins to run clear. My arms hold her to me hands cupping her lower back. Her cheek is still pressed to my chest, but she looks up at me, I must look like a drowned rat.

Her eyes are haunted but she smiles slightly as her hands move to the fly of my jeans. I jerk grabbing her hands holding them together with my own I raise them to my lips and kiss them gently, reverently as I shake my head no.

Are my eyes telling her what I'm thinking? I hope so since words have seen to eluded both of us. I guess not because as I let go of her hands her arms snake around my neck and she pulls me down. I suppose I'm so shocked I follow easily, but then her lips connect with mine and I swear I see sparks.

Scully's lips are warm and soft and I can't seem to bring myself to break away from the contact. Dimly I notice we have turned and Scully's back is pressed up against the shower wall. I can feel her nipples straining beneath the confines of her bra.

After she manages to tug my jeans and boxers over my hips she strokes my erection teasingly. She moves her hands into my hair, I finally trail my mouth along her skin and unfasten her bra before seeking and finding a nipple, drawing it in, sucking.

"Uh..." she gasps.

My hands travel lower I grab her panties and savagely rip them off, I bend slightly grabbing her firm buttocks raising her up. Our faces are at eye level; I have to know I have to be sure she wants this.

I see desire burning in the blue depths and something else...something that has always been there, but I just didn't acknowledge it. Maybe I didn't want to see, maybe I just hadn't seen it for so long I truly didn't know what I was looking for and maybe I've been scared she didn't feel the same way.

When she looks in my eyes...does she see? Do my eyes now and have they always shown how I feel? Like yours are at this very moment, Scully? How could we both have been so blind?

"Scully?" I whisper.

She puts her finger over my mouth silencing me before covering my lips with her own, Padgett was right words *are* imperfect by nature. Let our bodies be the paper, our love the ink and our souls will tell the story forever.

I lower her and thrust into her awaiting body, embedding my shaft completely. She cries out my name as I move within her. We are one; we are untied in flesh now as we have been in spirit for so long.

My pace quickens as does our moans and the sounds of our bodies clashing; Scully's back squeaks along the wall with each inward thrust. Her legs lock tight around me as I feel her coming, her walls clench over and over causing me to follow.

Light explodes behind my eyes as I continue to pump my seed still flowing out of me and into Scully. I collapse to the floor of my shower my cock still semi-hard and I cry.

My face is pressed into Scully's neck; she is stroking my hair soothingly while the emotions I've been hiding from, surface and wash over me, cleansing me. She raises my face and gently kisses the tears under my eyes away.

I find myself almost in a haze as Scullys leads me from the shower and into my bedroom. We both climb under the blue comforter and I gather her close she rests her cheek over my heart. Her fingers lightly stroke through the sparse hair on my chest.

"G'night Mulder," she murmurs.

I hear her breathing slow and deepen. I raise my head slightly and kiss her still damp hair pausing to breathe *her* in.

"I love you, Scully," I whisper into the soft strands.

I don't know what tomorrow will bring I'm not sure how we are going to handle what we feel or what has happened. But at this moment with Scully in my arms it doesn't matter.

Earlier I felt like I was on a long walk I suppose I'm still on it...right now though.

I've found a place to rest.

The End.