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   Title:  From The Heart   
   Author:  Foxglove   
   Category:  Valentine's Day   
   Summary:  Scully doesn't want a commercialized holiday.  Mulder goes to   
   great   
   lengths to give in to her heart's desires.   
   Written for Virtual Season 13's Valentine's Day Special Event   
   Two weeks exclusive on the VS 13 site.   
   Disclaimer:  No copyright infringement intended.   
   comments: pstandford@vtown.com.au   
      
   Downtown D.C.   
   3rd February 2006   
   7.15pm   
      
   The jewelers store window was ablaze with soft lights, all designed to   
   highlight   
   particular pieces, each of which was tagged with an outlandish price. Red   
   and gold   
   paper hearts were strung strategically from invisible threads and a sign in   
   bold   
   letters urged passers-by to remember their loved ones with something special   
   this   
   year.   
      
   Mulder sighed and moved on, pulling his collar further up around his ears   
   before   
   plunging cold hands back into the warm depths of his coat pockets. The   
   sidewalk was   
   quiet this evening, only a few other hardy souls like him had braved the   
   last of the   
   winter weather for a late night stroll. In just a few days, the shops would   
   be   
   crowded, people all searching for that unique gift that would proclaim their   
   devotion   
   and undying love to the individual that made up the other half of their   
   heart.   
      
   Mulder was no exception.   
      
   The pharmacy drew Mulder's attention; their window had a large display of   
   perfumes   
   and colognes. He stopped and stared at the multitude of tiny multi-colored   
   glass   
   bottles before disconsolately shaking his head and continuing up the street.   
      
   It wasn't going to be easy this year. He was still wondering what on earth   
   had   
   possessed him to agree to Scully's conditions when she had first suggested   
   them.   
   Perhaps the story was right about men not being able to do two things at   
   once. He'd   
   certainly dug himself a rather large hole and he had only a few days left to   
   un-dig   
   himself.   
      
   The conversation that had got him into this trouble came back to him easily   
   as if it   
   had occurred five minutes ago, rather than last week.   
      
      
   Mulder and Scully's Townhouse.   
   Georgetown.   
   26th January.   
      
      
   "Mulder."   
      
   The television held his complete focus; the final quarter of the game and   
   both teams   
   still had a chance at the championship. (He was pumping blood double time,   
   in   
   anticipation of the outcome.)   
      
   "Mulder!"   
      
   "Yeah." He answered lazily, sitting forward on the couch as the opposing   
   team stole   
   the ball and headed down the court.   
      
   "I'm naked."   
      
   "Uh huh." His eyes flicked up to the score in the top corner of the screen   
   and then   
   back down to the action.   
      
   "Frohike's at the door, I'm going to let him in so he can sweep me off my   
   feet."   
      
   "Sure." A cheer arose from the crowds as the ball play headed back to the   
   home   
   team's end. Mulder clenched his fists, his eyes wide. This was their chance.   
   'Come   
   on.' He urged silently.   
      
   A warm breath brushed his ear and he tipped his head towards it. "I want   
   you."   
      
   It took several seconds for the words to register in his brain and when they   
   did, all   
   interest in the game fled at about the same time as his blood-fled south. He   
   twisted   
   on the couch to look behind him and bumped up against a shapely, silk clad   
   leg   
   draped along the top.   
      
   "Um, did I imagine it or did someone say they were naked?" He enquired,   
   reaching   
   up and pulling the owner of the shapely, silk clad leg into his lap.   
      
   "Must have been your imagination." Scully replied dreamily as Mulder's lips   
   found   
   their way to her neck.   
      
   "Nope, wasn't my imagination." He traced the outline of her breast under her   
   sheer   
   blouse before fingering each button open, first revealing one lace covered   
   breast and   
   then the other.   
      
   Scully tipped her head back and a low moan escaped her throat as she felt   
   his   
   hardness under her.   
      
   "Do you know what you do to me?" He whispered against her skin.   
      
   "Yes." Her reply was soft and drawn out. "The exact same thing that you do   
   to me."   
      
   A sudden harsh noise from the television lifted both their heads. A bright   
   and   
   tasteless commercial had replaced the game. Hearts and flowers danced across   
   the   
   screen as a woman urged viewers to remember to send their special someone an   
   x-   
   rated message on the cell phone for only five ninety five.   
      
   Scully made a disapproving noise in her throat and fumbled under Mulder's   
   warm   
   butt for the remote control. "Why does everything have to be so   
   commercialized?"   
      
   Disregarding the over the top advertisement, Mulder returned to his   
   exploration of   
   Scully's collarbone. "Not everything." He mumbled. "You can't buy this...or   
   these" he   
   deftly squeezed her butt while pulling her closer.   
      
   She placed a hand against his chest and pushed him back slightly. "Oh come   
   on   
   Mulder." She clicked the screen off and tossed the remote down to the floor.   
   "You   
   only have to look at the crap that's being spouted on television and in the   
   newspapers." She pulled herself upright ignoring the disappointment on his   
   face. "Do   
   you know how much junk mail is generated at this time of year? How much   
   Hallmark   
   makes for this day in particular?"   
      
   "Ah...no."   
      
   "The mailbox is full every other day. Brochures urging you to buy jewellery   
   and   
   perfume and great huge bunches of ludicrously priced flowers." She stroked a   
   finger   
   down the side of his face, which he attempted to catch between his lips.   
   "There was   
   even one for a limited Valentines Day subscription offer for a gymnasium   
   membership."   
      
   "Don't need one." Mulder attempted to return to his former position. "I give   
   you all   
   the work out we both need." His eyebrows did a familiar lecturous wiggle.   
      
   "Exactly my point, the whole concept of Valentine's Day has been lost under   
   the   
   weight of the almighty dollar. Like Easter and Christmas, Mother's Day,   
   Father's Day.   
   It all comes down to money."   
      
   "Mmm, it's not necessary." Mulder had managed to fasten his lips back under   
   Scully's neck.   
      
   "No it's not and that's how I want to celebrate it this year."   
      
   "Uh huh." His tongue delved into the depression between her collarbones.   
      
   "I mean it Mulder, I don't want you to spend any money on me this year."   
      
   "If you say so." His tongue was making a slow trek down to where his hands   
   cupped   
   her breasts.   
      
   "Okay." The single word passed Scully's lips in a husky tone as she   
   surrendered to   
   Mulder's exquisite touch.   
      
   "Okay." Mulder breathed.  "You can't get Hallmark cards x rated enough for   
   what I   
   want to express right now." he growled.   
      
      
   Downtown D.C.   
   3rd February.   
   7.30pm   
      
   His mind was a complete blank slate, not spending any money meant no flowers   
   or   
   chocolates or sexy lingerie, no perfume, no jewellery. Not even a cute   
   fluffy alien   
   toy.   
      
   He was stumped.   
      
   Mulder meandered on up the street, his mind seeking some way of showing   
   Scully   
   just how much he loved her and needed her in his life.   
      
   A tiny bakery nestled in between two large and imposing shop fronts caught   
   his eye.   
      
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