From: bellydancergirl7@aol.com   
      
   Title: Amore Cieco   
   Author: sitarra   
   email: bellydancergirl7@aol.com   
   Distribution: All okay   
   Classification: S,R,H   
   Keywords: MSR   
   Rating: R   
   Spoilers: Goes throughout season 7 only but maybe a little into   
   season 8 only with a twist.   
   Summary: MSR   
   Disclaimer: I own nothing. I borrowed without permission a comment   
   made   
   by a model when I was watching the Style channel one day. I did   
   change it up some though.   
   A/N: I know this has been done before but now I'm doing it.   
   Progress: WIP   
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   poco convenzionale   
      
   "So what'd you think of the movie, Scully? You already know how I   
   feel," Mulder asked as they walked off the movie set hand in hand.   
      
   "I think that most of your favorite movies are better."   
      
   "Ooh, Scully."   
      
   "Not those movies." She squeezed his hand gently, smiling when he   
   squeezed back. "And I'd be lying if I said anything was even remotely   
   good."   
      
   "I guess people just can't catch the essence that is us," Mulder   
   joked lightly. "We're always confusing people, aren't we Scully?"   
      
   She nodded in agreement, not feeling very talkative. She wanted to   
   enjoy the silence they'd come into. It seemed they were always   
   surrounded by clutter and chaos. They hardly ever had any real peace   
   and quiet or vacation for that matter. She was happy even after   
   seeing that horrible movie that made a mockery of their lives.   
      
   "So what do you want to do now, Scully?" Mulder asked, hailing a   
   cab. "The night is young."   
      
   "Let's head back to the hotel."   
      
   "Good thinking, Scully."   
      
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   ironia   
      
   "Mulder, don't even think about it."   
      
   "Why not? You know it sounds appealing to you, too."   
      
   "No, it doesn't. Okay maybe a little. But we can't."   
      
   "Why? We have it, might as well use it."   
      
   "No, Mulder. We don't need to get people talking."   
      
   "But Scully," but she wouldn't have it. She cut off his whine with a   
   hard stare.   
      
   "No, we are not getting a suite no matter how appealing it sounds."   
      
   He did his best to give her his best pouty expression but she proved   
   again she couldn't be swayed as she crossed her arms over her chest.   
      
   "You know Scully, of all the times you've ever said no to me, this   
   one hurts the most," he told her, doing his best to remain serious.   
      
   Her composure fell, her arms falling to her sides. She knew what he   
   was trying to do. He used it on her far too often.   
      
   "Shut up, Mulder," she chastised before pulling him off by his hand   
   to the hotel's garden.   
      
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   proposta   
      
   "What's your favorite color?"   
      
   "I don't really have one."   
      
   "Yes, you do. Everyone does. It thought black was your favorite."   
      
   "Shut up, you know it's not. I honestly don't have one. What's your?"   
      
   "Blue and if I could actually see the color red, that too."   
      
   "Suck up. What's your… favorite animal?"   
      
   "Um… I've never thought about it. Fish maybe. I do have a healthy   
   respect for all animals though. What about you?"   
      
   "Well, once upon a time I might have said whales but now I don't   
   think I have one. But… the Fennec fox is pretty cute."   
      
   "Is that code for something I'm supposed to pick up on?"   
      
   "No, just fact. Wide, round adorable eyes, cute nose, big ears. It's   
   irresistible."   
      
   "Wait, are you saying I have big ears?"   
      
   "No, Mulder," Scully laughed.   
      
   "Well, you were looking at me when you said it," Mulder pointed out.   
      
   "That's because I'm talking to you. I was just giving you a visual."   
      
   "Or is that what you want me to think when actually you really are   
   saying I have big ears?"   
      
   "Mulder…" He gave her a small grin that let her know he was only   
   teasing. That didn't stop the small feel of guilt she felt coming on.   
   She hit him on the arm before pulling out of his loose hand   
   hold. "Not funny," she muttered, walking away.   
      
   He chuckled softly so she wouldn't hear on his way to catch up with   
   her. She sure could move when she was angry, even in her new pair of   
   black leather sandals with the four inch heels.   
      
   He wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, stopping them both   
   from moving any further. He pressed his body close to hers, pleased   
   when he felt her relax against him.   
      
   "I'm sorry," he murmured in her ear. "I was just teasing."   
      
   "Do you think anybody will take the movie seriously?" she asked   
   suddenly, not hearing a word he said.   
      
   "The story maybe," he said, leading them over to a pond. "But   
   the `personal' story at the end, I doubt it."   
      
   "How so?"   
      
   He turned her around in his arms. Her arms stayed by her side, a   
   blank look on her face.   
      
   "Well… because it's too impulsive, even for us, and…"   
      
   "And what?"   
      
   "Why would you pick Skinner over me?"   
      
   A smile slowly made its way over her face. Giggles over came her   
   again. She put her hands on his waist, pulling him close.   
      
   "Mulder, are you jealous? You have no reason to be jealous."   
      
   "Do you and Skinner have something going on I should know about?"   
      
   She gave him the same look as earlier. "You know that's not true."   
      
   He gave her a squeeze to remind her he was in a teasing mood. He   
   wrapped his arms around her tighter, keeping her securely against   
   him. She let him, unknowingly making his heart pound a little harder.   
      
   Soft lights illuminated the large garden. Starlight was blocked out   
   from the lights of the streets and numerous hotels. There were   
   varieties of flowers all around, every one just as fragrant as the   
   next. It was surprisingly quiet. Only a few other people were out   
   walking.   
      
   "I didn't tell you this earlier but that was probably because Skinner   
   was with us," Mulder started, releasing her hair from its hold to let   
   it frame her face. "You look very beautiful tonight."   
      
   "Thank you. I must say, I'm surprised to see you own a bow tie."   
      
   "I clean up good, Scully."   
      
   "Oh, believe me, I know."   
      
   He ran a hand through her hair, liking the fanned out look that she   
   had. He'd always loved the silky feel her hair had. He'd never been   
   more in love with her than at that exact moment.   
      
   "Do you believe in fate, Scully?" Mulder asked out of the blue.   
      
   "I don't feel like having a philosophical discussion right now,   
   Mulder. They quickly turn ugly and it's late and I'd like to enjoy   
   this break we have from work."   
      
   "It's just a question Scully, I swear. Do you believe in fate and   
   destiny?"   
      
   She thought about it for a moment. Did she? As she continued to think   
   on it, maybe a little. Did she believe that if two people met and   
   spent the rest of their lives together that it was destiny? Possibly.   
   Did she believe that if someone struck the jackpot it was fate? Not   
   really but she could see the prospect.   
      
   "I guess on some level I do, but I don't swear by it," she finally   
   said. "I'm not saying I've never thought about either after certain   
   events happened though."   
      
   "Do you believe in soul mates?"   
      
   She gave him a bright smile that could have blinded him and   
   nodded. "Yes but years ago I don't think I would have had full   
   belief."   
      
   "You think we're soul mates?"   
      
   She gave that question a little more thought. "Yes."   
      
   "But you gave that one more thought."   
      
   "I wasn't going to say no but when I start to think about everything   
   we've been through, that's definitely a yes."   
      
   "No doubt?"   
      
   "None whatsoever."   
      
      
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