From: cybill@pacbell.net   
      
   Day 4 - Thursday   
      
   "Mmmmm, Scully, yeah, right...oh yeah, right   
   there."   
      
   Hot, I'm very hot. I wake slowly to a body   
   completely encircling mine and my name being   
   murmured into my ear. Where am I? I wake more   
   fully and remember the evening before. It's   
   Mulder. I relax back into a light comfortable   
   doze.   
      
   "You like that? Mmmmmm, I could do this to you   
   all day." Whoa! His hand comes up and clasps my   
   right breast. Oh God. I can't move easily   
   because half his body is covering mine. His   
   face is lying near mine and his lips are   
   grazing my ear. Hell, I need to remove myself   
   from this. It's obvious he's having a dream, a   
   very good one.   
      
   "Scully...mmm, soooooo good." He's dreaming   
   about me! Oh God. His hand squeezes my breast   
   and slides down my ribcage. Okay, good, now I   
   can think straight. I have to get out of this.   
   He doesn't know what he's doing.   
      
   As I move, his hand creeps underneath my night   
   shirt and his warm palm closes around my breast   
   once again. I moan automatically. "Mmmmm," he   
   says in return. His fingers swirl around my   
   nipple and I try to tell myself not to respond   
   to his touch. I need to remove myself from him,   
   to wake him up, but I can't find the energy to   
   move or speak. It's just too much. His lips   
   start nipping at my ear and breathing heavily   
   against one of my most sensitive erogenous   
   zones. He moves his leg and grinds a very   
   impressive erection against my hip. Oh hell, I   
   need to get out of this somehow, but...oh, but   
   it feels so good. When was the last time I had   
   a man in my bed, a man touching and rubbing his   
   desire for me against my body? And, to take the   
   cake, mmmmmm...it's Mulder!   
      
   His fingers pinch my nipple as his lips skim   
   down the column of my neck. "Mulllldddeerrr," I   
   moan out loud, urging him on. His body goes   
   still and in reaction I follow suit. Oh shit,   
   he woke up. Should I pretend to be asleep? I   
   close my eyes and try to control my breathing   
   but it doesn't work. I'm so aroused I'm   
   basically panting. His hand makes a slow   
   decent, withdrawing from my shirt, and he turns   
   his body away from me, lying on his back. Crap.   
      
   I turn over to face him and watch as he   
   torments himself. His hands are clenched into   
   fists covering his eyes. "'I'm sorry' isn't   
   going to be enough," he says through clenched   
   teeth.   
      
   "Mulder, you were dreaming, I was dreaming.   
   We're not used to sleeping next to another   
   person. Your response was perfectly natural." I   
   try to say it clinically, but fail miserably.   
      
   "It's not perfectly natural, Scully, not for   
   us. I fucked up. I'm sorry."   
      
   "Mulder, you didn't realize what you were   
   doing." He looks at me with a pained expression   
   and sits up, then moves to get out of the bed.   
   He grabs his jeans and slips them on.   
      
   "Yes, I did," he whispers. Before walking out   
   of the room, he stops at the door and with head   
   hung low, he says, "I wanted it. I wanted you."   
   He goes through the hallway and picks up his   
   jacket, gun and keys and leaves without looking   
   back. I'm stunned stupid--sitting in bed, mouth   
   opened wide and chest heaving. I think I'm   
   having an anxiety attack.   
      
   XXX   
      
   Everything's ruined. It's over. She'll go in to   
   work, ask for a transfer and never speak to me   
   again. How could I have almost taken advantage   
   of her like that? The questions swirl through   
   my mind as a whirlwind of painful images of her   
   leaving, packing her stuff and not returning my   
   calls knocks the breath from my chest. My cell   
   phone rings but I don't answer it. There's only   
   one person I want to talk to right now and   
   she's not going to be happy about it.   
      
   I pull into the driveway of Madame FeFe's   
   cottage.  She will fix this, I can't handle it   
   any longer. I take the steps to her door two at   
   a time and bang on the door. I bang a few more   
   times before the door swings open to reveal a   
   startled Madame FeFe.   
      
   "What did you do to me?!" I say one notch below   
   yelling.   
      
   "I only did as you wished, Mr. Mulder," she   
   says sweetly and opens the door in invitation.   
      
   "I did not wish for whatever it is you did to   
   me." I'm barely able to contain my rage. The   
   sickness over what I did to Scully this morning   
   is weighing heavily on my nerves.   
      
   She walks into a small but overly decorated   
   sitting area. "You wanted proof of my craft, I   
   gave it to you. You should be more careful in   
   what you wish for, Mr. Mulder."   
      
   "Whatever. Look, I want it to stop. I've been   
   sick ever since we left you on Monday. Now I   
   want you to reverse it."   
      
   She smacks her tongue in a tsk tsk sound.   
      
   "I can't reverse it. You must obtain your   
   heart's desire or it will continue until the   
   week's out." This woman is maddening.   
      
   "I can't! I don't know what that is. I'm sick   
   all of the time, I can hardly work, I'm making   
   advances on my partner, which is completely out   
   of character for me, and I want it to stop."   
      
   "Why do you think that is?"   
      
   "Why what is?"   
      
   "Why you are making advances toward your   
   partner." She smiles secretively as if she   
   knows the answer to her own question.   
      
   "I don't know," I say, frustrated. "That's why   
   I'm here!"   
      
   "Does your sickness ever lessen or has it only   
   increased in intensity over the past few days?"   
   Why the fuck is she changing the subject?   
      
   "It comes and goes but somehow I think you   
   already knew that. Now I want you to be   
   straight with me. I feel like you're playing   
   some type of game and I'm the unwilling   
   participant." She grins.   
      
   "When exactly does it come and go?" More   
   questions. Jesus woman, just do something to   
   help.   
      
   "When I'm near her. It decreases considerably   
   when I'm in her presence and subsides   
   completely when...when I make an advance toward   
   her."   
      
   "'Her' being your partner? The beautiful   
   redhead? The non-believer?" I grip my aching   
   temples tightly.   
      
   "Yes," I grate out through clenched teeth.   
      
   "Well, there you have your answer." I could   
   strangle her. Not often have I wanted to hurt a   
   person but she's asking for it. Maybe I should   
   arrest her...but hell, on what charges? She put   
   a spell on Spooky Mulder. Yeah, that will go   
   over well with the boys in blue.   
      
   "I don't understand."   
      
   "She's it." She smiles widely.   
      
   "She's what? What? I've about had it with this   
   game. Just tell me what it is you're hinting   
   at" I'm so tired of this.   
      
   "Your heart's desire, darling." I laugh out   
   loud at the ludicrousness of what she's saying.   
      
   "Scully, my heart's desire?" I confirm. She   
   nods her head yes. I shake my head no in   
   response. "Scully's my friend, my best friend,   
   and she's my partner. She's my *work* partner."   
   I try to emphasize the word work.   
      
   "She complements you in friendship and in your   
   work life?"   
      
   "Well, yeah, she's amazing. She's stayed with   
   me when she should have left. She's saved my   
   life, taken care of me when I've been hurt, has   
   made my quest her own. She's the most caring,   
   loving and considerate person I've ever known.   
   I trust her with my life as she does me with   
   hers." I shift uncomfortably in the chair under   
   her watchful eye.   
      
   "Were you attracted to her before I cast the   
   spell?" More questions. Great.   
      
   "Yes. Like you said, she's a beautiful woman."   
   She's more than beautiful. She's unlike any   
   other.   
      
      
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