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. Here's   
   where it starts to mold into a relationship.   
   Translation: Blind Love   
   Progress: WIP   
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   The two agents stumbled through apartment number forty-two at Hegal   
   Place in Alexandria. They shed their coats as the door was kicked   
   shut. He took the lead. She let him control her.   
      
   Outside the sun was setting. People were heading home for the evening   
   to spend the weekend with their family. Other people were heading to   
   bars to wash away their weeks. For the two agents, only one thing was   
   on their minds.   
      
   "So Mulder, why the sudden…" Scully stopped for lack of wording or   
   perhaps ir was because he was currently removing her white blouse. "…   
   aggression?"   
      
   Becoming frustrated with the slow pace they were moving, he picked   
   her up and carried her the rest of the way to his bedroom. He dropped   
   her on the bed, unknowingly making her just as aroused as him by this   
   point. She tried to keep the smile off her face when he crawled over   
   her but as she had learned, she had to take as much happiness as she   
   could get.   
      
   "You look really good in a top hat," he stated. "Did you know that?"   
      
   "So that's what started this. Mulder, that was two days ago."   
      
   "And yet the image is permanently imprinted in my mind."   
      
   He quickly slipped his dress shirt over his head. He undressed them   
   both in record time. He'd been dreaming of this moment for two days,   
   ever since LeBonge put that hat on her. He'd had to do a double take   
   she looked so good. He'd never seen her wear any kind of hat before,   
   unless he counted police helmets, but he could definitely see her   
   starting to.   
      
   "I never knew something like a hat could set you off, Mulder," Scully   
   started, running her hands through his hair. "If I ha…"   
      
   "Scully?"   
      
   "Yeah?"   
      
   He had a gleam in his eye she had to admit she loved. His chest was   
   heaving, his hair was mussed, and his lips were moist from being   
   thoroughly kissed. He looked gorgeous.   
      
   "Shut up."   
      
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   "Do you have to go? It's still early. We could catch a few more hours   
   of sleep. Crawl back into bed under the nice, warm covers and… spoon   
   up like baby cats," Mulder tried to pursue.   
      
   Scully cocked her head sideways at him. "Nice try, Mulder, and   
   normally I might actually consider it. But I have things to do today,   
   places to be, people to meet."   
      
   "Who?" he asked curiously. Scully shrugged on her suit jacket,   
   looking around the room for her shoes.   
      
   "I didn't tell you? Hmm, I could've sworn I told you. I'm spending   
   the day with mom. We're going shopping. She wants to replace some   
   things throughout the house and I thought I'd do the same."   
      
   She walked throughout the apartment, her shoes yet to be found. He   
   watched her closely, loving how comfortable she looked. He followed   
   her into the living room, squinting his eyes at the bright light from   
   the open blinds.   
      
   "I thought I'd look for some new sheets and comforter. It's time for   
   a change. Maybe some new curtains too. Maybe I'll even decide to   
   paint. White is very plain to me lately."   
      
   "I thought you said it was pearl or really light beige or something   
   like that," Mulder added, picturing her room.   
      
   "Who are we kidding, Mulder? It's white."   
      
   He stepped up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and   
   pulling her into him. "Can I have a say with this stuff? I do spend a   
   lot of time there after all."   
      
   "Maybe; what would you suggest?" He nuzzled her ear, nipping the lobe   
   gently.   
      
   "I don't know. Something… that's not typically you, or me I guess. I   
   guess it depends on whether or not you decide to paint. If you do, I   
   recommend a nice shade of blue," he suggested.   
      
   "Why blue?"   
      
   "Because about seven years ago, I fell in love with the color blue.   
   Specifically the color of a red head's blue eyes," he confessed. She   
   chose not to answer to that particular detail.   
      
   "I'll give it thought. But for now I need to find my shoes." She   
   pulled herself from his arms and headed toward the dining room. She   
   gave a quick look around before facing Mulder again. "Mulder, what   
   the hell did you do with my shoes?"   
      
   "How should I know? You kicked them off, not me," he defended himself.   
      
   "Well, if you hadn't been in such a hurry…" she gave up asking him   
   for help and continued to search. How hard could it be to find such   
   light shoes?   
      
   Mulder kept talking to her despite all her moving around.   
      
   "I think it sounds like a good idea, painting and getting new stuff.   
   I should do it to this place. It's been this way since I moved in."   
      
   "Don't!" she protested. She came back to the living room with one   
   shoe. "I like it this way; it's nice."   
      
   He gave it consideration before nodding. His eyes scanned his   
   apartment. He didn't think he could change it if he wanted to. It had   
   been a carbon copy since the day he moved in. he couldn't imagine it   
   any other way. He couldn't image her place any other way but how it   
   was. But if she wanted to change it and allowed him to participate,   
   he could definitely picture it.   
      
   Something on the floor caught his attention. "Found your other shoe."   
      
   "Oh, thank you. For a minute there I thought I was going to be late."   
   She took the small black high heeled shoe from him and leaned on him   
   to slip it on her foot.   
      
   "Where are you meeting your mom?" he asked, admiring her with the   
   ease in which she put her shoes on her dainty feet.   
      
   "At her favorite diner for breakfast in about an hour. Then we'll   
   play it by ear. Drive around shopping wherever." She left him again   
   to return to his bedroom. She returned a moment later with her   
   necklace in her hand.   
      
   He took it from her without her needing to ask and turned her around.   
   He clasped the necklace on with ease like he'd done so many times   
   before.   
      
   "So blue, huh?" She turned to face him.   
      
   "Yep. You also happen to look very good in blue. Sorry I never told   
   you before."   
      
   "I'll look for it today. Just for you,' she told him. He grabbed her   
   coat off the floor and held it open for her, smiling sheepishly at   
   her frown.   
      
   "What can I say, Scully? Besides I was waiting for two day to do   
   that," he explained himself. "It was too good to pass up."   
      
   She stood up on tip toe to kiss him. He took pity on her and bent   
   down so she wouldn't have to stretch so far. Even in her deadly   
   heels, as he liked to call them,. She was still a great deal shorter   
   than him.   
      
   She kissed him again and again, not wanting to let go. "Come over   
   later?" she asked when she finally pulled away. "We can watch a movie   
   of your choice."   
      
   "And you'll watch the whole way through?"   
      
   She smiled. "Yes, the whole way through. I'll even let you butter and   
   salt the popcorn."   
      
   "In that case I will definitely be there," he happily agreed. "What   
   time?"   
      
      
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