From: bellydancergirl7@aol.com   
      
   Title: Amore Cieco   
   Author: sitarra   
   email: bellydancergirl7@...   
   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.   
   A/N: I know this has been done before but now I'm doing it.   
   Translation: Blind Love   
   Progress: WIP   
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   Sbalzi   
      
   Scully knocked on Mulder's apartment door but she received no answer.   
   She used her key to let herself in but she found no sign of him. She   
   strolled leisurely through the small but cozy apartment, looking for   
   a sign of where he could be.   
      
   The kitchen offered no help nor did the living room. She slowly made   
   her way to his open bedroom door. She hadn't been in there since that   
   night. They'd been over at her place a few times since then.   
      
   The bed was unmade, the sheets were rumpled, and there were clothes   
   on the floor. All typical Mulder. It was an oddly comforting image.   
   All that was missing was Mulder himself.   
      
   She swept her gaze across the room before rushing out of the   
   apartment. She should have known he'd go there.   
      
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   Pallacanestro   
      
   The sound of the basketball was rhythmic on the black top. The sun   
   had just started to set but for the players it didn't matter. There   
   was a chill in the air but they didn't seem to notice. Hardly any   
   other people were in the park, dinner calling them away.   
      
   Scully found herself sitting on the bleachers. She pulled her coat   
   tight around her to ward off the wind. Sometimes it felt like she was   
   always cold. Of course anybody would feel like that after strong arms   
   unwrapped themselves from around their body.   
      
   Her eyes focused on the game in front of her. There weren't as many   
   people as she was used to seeing, only four, but it was just as   
   aggressive. Her eyes moved to one body in particular, her eyes   
   traveling the length o f his body. She could count the number of   
   times she'd seen him play on one hand but she wouldn't trade the   
   experience for anything.   
      
   Mulder was definitely made to play sports.   
      
   Despite his earlier complaints about being old, he moved with ease up   
   and down the court. He had on an old Knicks jersey and his running   
   shorts, the items that led her to him.   
      
   She noticed how the setting sun hit him just right, accenting all the   
   right things. That's when he caught her watchful eye. She could feel   
   a faint smile spread over his lips. She smiled back in spite of   
   herself.   
      
   A slap on his back brought him back to the present.   
      
   "Just a few more minutes and then you can get to the beautiful   
   woman," an opposing team member said. Mulder took the offered ball   
   from him but kept his eyes on Scully.   
      
   "Yeah, we can whip your ass and she can pick up the pieces," another   
   said.   
      
   "I might have to let you," Mulder said, pulling his attention back to   
   the game. "Just this once."   
      
   After a few quick moves and a lot of passing the ball, Mulder finally   
   shot the last point from half court.   
      
   "But you guys have never beat us and I'm not about to let you start,"   
   Mulder finished. A few quick pats on the back and handshakes and   
   Mulder was hastily moving toward the bleachers, only stopping to pick   
   up his bag.   
      
   She didn't bother to sand as he stopped in front of her.   
      
   "Look at this, my own personal cheerleader," he joked. "But you're   
   out of uniform. Where's the short skirt and pom-poms?"   
      
   She smiled and played along. "I traded them in for a strict wardrobe   
   and a gun. Sorry."   
      
   She motioned for him to sit next to her.   
      
   "You are quite the basketball player, Mulder. Sometimes I forget you   
   play other sports."   
      
   He sat closer to her, not caring about being in public. The lights   
   around the park were starting to come on. The sun had gone down. Cars   
   could be heard in the background from the nearby highway. Dogs were   
   barking not far away in a playful manner to their owner. Crickets   
   were letting their songs be heard. The two lovers were one step   
   closer to letting their desires be known.   
      
   "Baseball holds no thrill for me anymore," he confessed, staring up   
   at the blurry stars in the sky.   
      
   "And why's that?'   
      
   His eyes met hers. "Because it doesn't have you."   
      
   "Mulder," she blushed. "Sweet talk doesn't work one me."   
      
   "I know. That's why I have to try extra hard. You're a hard woman to   
   impress, Scully," he pointed out. "But I don't mind. I welcome the   
   challenge."   
      
   "That's good because I like making it challenging."   
      
   Their eyes twinkled as they both looked up at the sky. Lights from   
   the city drowned out most stars but a few could be seen. They shined   
   brightly back down at the pair, twinkling as if withholding a secret   
   from them.   
      
   "So Betty," her elbow jabbed his side, "what are you doing here?"   
      
   "I went by your apartment but you didn't answer. Your missing shoes   
   and shorts have it away."   
      
   "Coming y to check up on me?"   
      
   "Maybe. I wanted to see how you were. You didn't seem too happy when   
   you left the airport. I thought I'd come over, we'd get dinner, and   
   talk," she suggested.   
      
   Mulder glanced over at her, a pleasant expression on his face. He   
   hadn't expected this. But he just smiled and nodded.   
      
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   Conversacione al minimo   
      
   Mulder listened to Scully talk about their most recent case as he   
   cleaned up the remains of dinner.   
      
   "Maybe they used up the source of the power," she was saying from his   
   dining room. She had spent the last five minutes coming up with   
   reasons why they weren't affected by the speed.   
      
   "Yeah but how?" he countered.   
      
   "I don't know," she said lamely. Her voice got farther away. He could   
   just picture her making herself at home on his couch. It was a nice   
   image.   
      
   "Maybe when Max was host, and the Chastity, it stopped the speed   
   altogether," she continued suggesting. "It could happen, Mulder."   
      
   "I know; it's just not a good enough answer right now."   
      
   He flipped the lights out in the kitchen after making sure everything   
   was cleaned up. He made sure everything else was in order as he   
   trekked through to his living room. He always wanted his apartment to   
   look presentable for Scully.   
      
   He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw her.   
      
   She always managed to take his breath away. There wasn't anything   
   special about where she was sitting or how she was sitting. She was   
   just … beautiful.   
      
   They hadn't spoken about what had happened between them a few weeks   
   ago or just a few nights ago. He was amazed he hadn't brought it up.   
   He was also amazed nothing between them had changed. They were   
   closer, though.   
      
   The sex had been amazing. He didn't think anything could feel that   
   good. He was surprised at how relaxing it was. He never remembered it   
   being that way. He was tense when he made the first move on his couch   
   but she quickly got rid of that.   
      
   He remembered how strong he came on when they fell into bed and how   
   scared he was she wouldn't like it. Normally she called a lot of the   
   shots, no matter how much it looked like he was in charge. He always   
   figured her as being dominant in bed but boy, was he wrong. She let   
   him take over completely. And judging from her moans and sighs, she   
      
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