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. Somewhat of an idea credit goes to another   
   author   
   A/N: I know this has been done before but now I'm doing it.   
   Progress: WIP   
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   ladro   
      
   Scully flopped down on the king sized bed with a loud, contented   
   sigh. Mulder chuckled at her from the doorway.   
      
   "Already, this is so much better than my last trip to Las Vegas," she   
   told him happily, staring up at the ceiling.   
      
   "Why is it better?"   
      
   "Because I'm not stuck here with the Lone Gunmen. I'm stuck here with   
   you." He swiped at her legs on his way past her to the windows. Music   
   made its way to his ears when she laughed, the kind of laugh he   
   almost never got to hear from her. He pulled back the heavy golden   
   curtains followed by the sheer white ones to produce an image he'd   
   always heard of but never saw. The only person he'd ever wanted to   
   see it with was currently lying on the bed.   
      
   "Hey Scully, check out this view."   
      
   He could hear her slowly moving off the bed, the rustle of fabric as   
   she slid off. He heard the thud of her heels as they hit the floor,   
   forgotten. He felt her presence join his at the window.   
      
   "It's a nice view, Mulder. I've seen it before, in the uncomfortable   
   circumstance it was."   
      
   "Yeah but you've never seen it with me." He pulled her around to the   
   front of him, wrapping his arms around her tightly. "Enjoy it with   
   me, Scully. We're on a mini-vacation. We actually get to share a room   
   and there weren't any freak accidents that put us here."   
      
   She gave him a happy hum and gladly leaned into his body. "So what   
   exactly are we admiring here?"   
      
   "The wonders man can make," he said as if it were obvious. "Think   
   about it. All of this used to be desert landscape, not it's a getaway   
   for millions of people every year."   
      
   Together they gazed out the double windows. The sun was setting,   
   rapidly disappearing behind the mountains creating a red orange glow   
   over the land. There was hardly a cloud in sight. Below them, the   
   Strip bustled with action. People were just starting to come out to   
   play. The street was crowded with cars as usual. The gondolas of the   
   Venetian waters were being docked for the night. People were walking   
   the sidewalks, casually and some with hustle. If she looked at it   
   long enough, she could see the beauty he was talking about.   
      
   "How `bout dinner first," Mulder whispered in her ear, "and then a   
   walk?" His voice got lower. "And dessert after that?"   
      
   "Sounds wonderful."   
      
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   Mulder watched fascinated as Scully ran her fingers through the   
   flowing water of a replica of a Roman fountain. He couldn't help but   
   notice how young she looked, how beautiful she was. He'd noticed a   
   contented look on her ever since leaving California. Oral Peattie and   
   Doctor Wieder and his family had been put on the back burner of her   
   mind as soon as he mentioned they should take a weekend vacation   
   before returning to work. He'd really surprised her when they'd   
   pulled up at the Venetian Hotel in Las Vegas.   
      
   "You're a different person right now, Scully. I like it," he told   
   her, tugging on her hand clasped in his. "But at the same time, I'm   
   not used to it."   
      
   She moved easily back into his side, a smile on her face. "I have a   
   new lease on life. I've taken my senses for granted. You know, people   
   tend to ignore what they have, they take it for granted. Then when   
   it's gone, they realize how much they needed whatever it was they   
   lost. I don't want to be like that," she explained. "I want to enjoy   
   life now."   
      
   "Getting out of that car?" he guessed.   
      
   "Exactly."   
      
   "Can I get out too?" he asked her, turning his eyes to her. She   
   looked up at him so fast if he blinked he would have missed it.   
      
   "You? Fox Mulder? The man that's always going, always looking for the   
   next adventure? That Fox Mulder?"   
      
   "Yes, that Fox Mulder. That was last year's outlook, now maybe I'd   
   like to try slowing down for once," he confessed. "Try an attempt at   
   somewhat of the normal life that I've never had."   
      
   "Really?" Her voice went up an octave. He just gave her a dazzling   
   smile and nodded.   
      
   "As long as you're with me of course." Now it was her turn to smile.   
      
   A silence came over them. They listened to the loud water of the many   
   fountains, the cars zooming by. They could hear quiet conversations   
   all around them but actual words never registered in their minds. To   
   them there was only each other. They were only aware of the feel of   
   their hands twined together.   
      
   He kept his eyes on their hands. They molded together perfectly. Her   
   lighter complexion stood out against his darker one. Some would view   
   her as pale but to him she was an alabaster beauty. Their fingers   
   fiddled with one another, bringing a smile to his face. They'd always   
   had a connection with their hands. The slightest touch and they   
   promised the world to each other. He'd always admired her delicate   
   and dainty fingers. If only people knew the power dripping from them.   
      
   "Mulder?" His attention turned to her. "How many days do we get to   
   enjoy life?"   
      
   "About three. I told Skinner we were both taking time to… heal."   
      
   "Then we'd better really enjoy life."   
      
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   "I wonder how much it cost to make this," Mulder pondered out loud as   
   he gazed out over Bellagio's lake, aptly named Lake Bellagio.   
      
   "A lot more than we make in five years," Scully pointed out. She   
   leaned her back against the stone railing. Her eyes wandered to the   
   hotels across the way. Music was playing from speakers not too far   
   from her. There was a breeze in the might air, making the heat   
   bearable.   
      
   Mulder turned his focus to her. Her hair fanned out around her face.   
   Her skin seemed to glow from the lights around them. She had that   
   same content look to her face that he hadn't seen many times before.   
      
   He couldn't keep his eyes off her.   
      
   "Mulder, stop staring. You know it bothers me."   
      
   Even her words made her beautiful.   
      
   "I like staring at you. You're beautiful to stare at."   
      
   He moved closer to her, his body shielding hers. His hands found hers   
   allowing him to press his body against hers.   
      
   "Mulder, stop it."   
      
   "It's true! Ask anyone out here and I bet they'd say the same thing."   
      
   "I am not going to do that and neither are you." She made a move to   
   wipe the smile off his face but she was distracted by a noise behind   
   her.   
      
   The water was dancing.   
      
   Scully turned around in Mulder's arms. She snuggled into his lean   
   frame; he wrapped his arms more firmly around her, resting his chin   
   on top of her head. They created the look most only saw in paintings.   
      
   By the time the Céline Dion song was over, Scully was in awe. She   
   knew Mulder was too; the littlest thing could fascinate him.   
      
   "I don't know about you but that was awesome!" Mulder exclaimed   
   behind her.   
      
   "I enjoyed it. It was definitely memorable." She turned in his arms   
      
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