Title:  She Knew

Author:  Amatia

Email:  violinst@pitnet.net

Rating:  NC-17, I guess

Category:  V, a touch of A, R, but you kinda have to guess 
who.

Disclaimer:  Characters mentioned within belong to 1013.  
They are not being used for any profit.

Note:  Ok, it's really easy to figure out who is in this.  
Really.  It's pretty short, but I found the first paragrahy 
thing sitting on my hard drive so I figured I'd finish it.

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"She Knew"
by Amatia

She knew.  She knew that she'd be out of a job in a minute 
if Skinner found out

She knew that Mulder would never trust her again if he had 
the slightest idea of what she was doing.

She knew that what she was doing was something she'd never 
forgive herself for if she stopped to think about the 
consequences.

But all she knew right now was the scent of his skin in the 
hollow of his throat where she kept nuzzling.  The feel of 
his hard chest against her cheek as they moved together.  
The unexpected softness of his hungry lips.  The throbbing 
length of his manhood as he gently eased his way inside 
her.  The ancient rhythm that they moved to.  His breath 
coming in harsh gasps near her ear.  "Scully..."

And she was nearing the edge, too.  His name rose to her 
lips, but his mouth covered hers in a deep kiss just as all 
the fireworks exploded behind her eyes and she was falling 
back to earth, shattered in a million pieces.

They lay tangled in the sheets and each other for a long 
time, breathing together, trying to understand what they 
had just done.  She looked over at him once, to tell him 
that he had to leave before Mulder caught them.  "He can't 
know you're here, or he'll kill you."

Then she drowned in those wide green eyes surrounded by a 
thick forest of lashes that swept his cheek in an 
incredibly sexy manner whenever he blinked.  "I don't want 
to leave," he whispered back.  "Let me stay here with you 
for a few moments longer."

And she gave in, curling herself close to him as he wrapped 
his arms around her.

Finally he rose, and dressed.  Black jeans, white t-shirt, 
black leather jacket.  Baseball cap.  He looked down at her 
as she lay naked, wrapped in her silk sheets.  He pulled 
something from his pocket and dropped it on the sheet 
beside her.

She picked it up.  It was a St.  Christopher medal, 
inscribed in Russian.  "I can't take this," she murmured.

"Hold on to it for me," he replied.  "It will give me a 
reason to come back."

"I can't promise anything," she whispered.

"I know," he said.

And then he was gone, as quick as he had arrived, and she 
was left to disentangle herself and lay naked on top of the 
sheets, tracing the necklace over her body.  It was cool as 
she dragged it across her skin, but it gradually warmed.  
She watched it reflect the candelight for a minute, then 
laid it on the bedside table.  Then she rose and went to 
the shower to wash away the physical remainer of their 
passion.

She knew that he would return.

But she didn't know if she would still be there for him.

---end---

"Mulder didn't say that it *was* Alex Trebek...it was just 
someone that looked incredibly like him."

-Scully , "Jose Chung's *From Outer Space*"