From: bellydancergirl7@aol.com   
      
   All disclaimers are in part one.   
      
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   `Cause I still got the nasty in me   
   Still got that dirrty degree   
   And if you want some more sexy   
   Still got that freak in me'   
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   January 13, 2000   
      
   "I like your apartment."   
      
   Dana looked over at Mulder curiously. He was wandering around her   
   living room, half empty wine glass in hand.   
      
   "You've been here many times, Mulder," she reminded.   
      
   "I know, I've just never told you."   
      
   She looked at him funny again. "Yes, you have. You said it just last   
   week."   
      
   "Yeah, okay. But it's true. I like it here. It's… cozy."   
      
   "Cozy, Mr. Oxford?"   
      
   "What can I say? When I'm content my vocabulary is lax," he   
   explained, settling down on her couch. He took a small sip of wine   
   before setting it down for good on her coffee table. He looked over   
   at her expectantly.   
      
   "What, Mulder?" she said rolling her eyes.   
      
   He patted the spot next to him, beckoning her to him. "Come join me.   
   It's lonely."   
      
   She shook her head, smiling in spite of herself. "You are something   
   else, Mulder."   
      
   "That's why you love me," he insisted but she didn't answer.   
      
   Truth was, she was nervous. Their relationship had been changing over   
   the last few weeks, ever since New Year's Eve. They were growing   
   close, closer than she had ever planned. There were times when it   
   scared her and times she wanted to be so much closer.   
      
   "I have a question for you, Mulder," she spoke finally. "I've wanted   
   to ask you this forever."   
      
   "Fire away."   
      
   "What would you name your first child?"   
      
   He looked at her amazed. "Now there's something I don't know."   
      
   "Oh, come on. Everyone's thought of it at one time or another." She   
   settled next to him on the couch, sitting her normal distance away   
   from him—extremely close, as she liked to call it.   
      
   He shook his head. "Nope, I can honestly say I've never thought about   
   it."   
      
   "Never?"   
      
   He shook his head again. "Never. If anything, if at anytime I ever   
   thought about being a father, my only thoughts were to be a better   
   father than my dad was to me."   
      
   "Understandable. But you've never thought about it?"   
      
   "Well, I guess. If I had a son, I'd name him Elvis," he said in all   
   seriousness.   
      
   Dana laughed. "Mulder, you can't be serious."   
      
   "I am."   
      
   "No woman would ever name her child that… anymore," she added at his   
   look.   
      
   "That's where I turn on my famous Mulder charm."   
      
   "Yeah," she scoffed but she wasn't denying it. He definitely had   
   charm and she was definitely a victim of it. He was certainly a bad   
   influence on her… but in a really good way. In the next moment, she   
   knew her life was about to change for the better.   
      
   She wasn't sure who initiated it or how it even started but she knew   
   she never wanted to stop feeling it. Mulder, quite possibly, had the   
   softest lips she'd ever felt. For a man with large hands, they were   
   extremely soft and gentle. She loved the feel of them. And right now   
   they were doing wonderful things to her.   
      
   She encouraged him when his lips moved down to her neck. He pressed   
   his body to hers, slowly moving them both down to the couch. Her arms   
   wrapped around him securely, her body relaxing to accommodate his   
   heavy form. She moaned with pleasure when his teeth sank into a   
   sensitive spot on her clavicle.   
      
   He made his way back to her lips when he felt her tug. Her lips   
   tasted so sweet on his.   
      
   "Bedroom," she managed to get out between kisses. "I have something   
   to show you."   
      
   "I like the sound of that," he said, his moan quickly becoming a   
   groan when she pulled out from under him. He allowed her to lead him   
   through her apartment to her bedroom. He couldn't explain the feeling   
   of euphoria running through him. He felt numb but in a good way.   
      
   Suddenly, she stopped in front of him. He managed to stop himself   
   before he ran into her, although that probably wouldn't have been a   
   bad thing.   
      
   "You're gonna have to take off my shirt," she told him. He stood   
   there frozen. "Or I can do it…"   
      
   That snapped him to attention. "No, no, no, I've got it. I can do it."   
      
   She smiled sweetly at him, remembering how lucky she was. He had her   
   lie back on the bed, climbing on after her. He kissed her, forgetting   
   all about what she wanted him to do. But she quickly reminded him.   
      
   "The shirt, Mulder."   
      
   "Why do I have a feeling there's actually something you want to show   
   me?" he mumbled, bringing his lips to her neck.   
      
   "Because there is." She adjusted herself on the bed, moving so her   
   head rested against her pillows. Mulder followed suit, his hands   
   going to the hem of her sweater.   
      
   "I just want to kiss you," he said, looking into her eyes. She arched   
   her brow. He relented. "Okay, well maybe just for now."   
      
   But he abided by her previous wishes. His hands were inching her   
   sweater up slowly when he saw it. He quickly pushed the sweater up   
   and removed it. He pushed her jeans down just barely so he could see   
   it better.   
      
   Low on her right hip was a tattoo.   
      
   The main focus was the Eye of Horus in the center but it was the rest   
   of it that caught his attention. The Eye of Horus was in the middle   
   of a solar eclipse.   
      
   "It's beautiful," he told her, mesmerized.   
      
   "I got it because of you," she confessed.   
      
   "It's beautiful," he repeated, tracing the outline.   
      
   She smiled at his expression. "Would you like to hear about it?"   
      
   "It's beautiful."   
      
   "I got the total solar eclipse because it's a rare event. It   
   represents us; it's not something that happens every day. And it'll   
   blind you if you look at it because it's so strong, it can overwhelm   
   you," she explained. He was silent so she continued.   
      
   "The Eye of Horus is an ancient Egyptian symbol of protection and   
   power. The ancients believed this symbol of indestructibility would   
   assist in rebirth."   
      
   Mulder finally found his voice. "Do you believe that?"   
      
   "I'm starting to. Ever since I met you, I'm rethinking everything   
   about myself," she shared with him.   
      
   "Is that good or bad?"   
      
   "Extremely good," she smiled. She continued on with her story. "Early   
   on, Horus became identified as a sky god, where one eye of his was   
   the sun and the other the moon. His weaker eyes later became less   
   important and he became more strongly aligned with the sun."   
      
   She took hold of his hand, pressing his fingers flat against her   
   skin. She guided it to the left of the eye.   
      
   "The Eye has fractional value. This is one-half, represented by   
   smell. And the pupil is one-fourth, obviously represented by sight or   
   the sensation of light. The top line is one-eighth, represented by   
   thought. The other side of the Eye is one-sixteenth, represented by   
   hearing. This curled line is one thirty-seconds, represented by   
   taste. And this extension here is one-sixty-fourths, represented by   
   touch," she finished.   
      
   Mulder stayed on the last one. "If you ask me, this should be a lot   
   longer."   
      
   "It's supposed to represent a leg touching the ground," she   
   explained. "They all represent the six senses."   
      
   "I still say it should be longer." He kissed her tattoo gently. "When   
   did you get it?"   
      
   "Not long after New Year's Eve. It's just starting to heal   
   completely."   
      
      
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