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Return to the Cabin
by qIra julIyan

Spring thaw was finished and the Sierra Mountains of
California stood high and hot around Brette's cabin. Seven
months had passed since her brief time with that quiet FBI
agent during November's blizzard. The snow was gone and
the smell of new life filled the air. Brette's latest
novel was in New York receiving the editorial treatment,
and there was nothing to do today except sift through
ideas for the next one.
She and her dog Khan wandered along the trails toward
the creek out back. Steller's Jays squawked and shook the
branches above, blue and black shadows on high. Warm
summer lay ahead and forest life was in full swing.
Her wandering mind, however, dwelled in the past.
Special Agent Fox Mulder. Very Special Agent. His touch
had made her feel flames she'd never known possible. All
during the past months he'd not left her thoughts for
long, especially at night when she tried to remember how
he'd felt next to her in bed. During those times she
conjured his scent in her memory and the taste of him
returned to her.
The creek was a wide one and she headed for its widest
spot. This morning the sun glittered on the smooth-flowing
water where it leveled off between two short runs of
rapids. Blue dragonflies swooped over the water, making
dimples in its surface. Brette stepped out onto the flat
rock at the downstream end of the pool. Green eddies
swirled behind it and a few plump trout loitered below.
The sun was strong here. Having stepped from the shade
of the huge redwoods, Brette flexed her arms and raised
her face to feel the fresh warmth. The winter had been
hard. The snows had receded late and diesel fuel for the
generators had run out a week before the road was clear.
Fireplace heat and lantern light was bad enough, but the
worst of it had been no computer.
No, really the worst was no Mulder to share the fire.
Khan ran along the bank, sniffing the water, then
wandered off down the trail. Brette sat on the rock and
the heat rising from it made her let the flannel shirt she
wore slip from her shoulders. The tank top underneath hung
large on her frame and a slight breeze lifted and sneaked
under the arm holes.
"You look like a mermaid swimming, the way your hair
floats in the breeze. The little strands, I mean."
Mulder! Goosebumps rose and she knew she must be
dreaming. Squinting into the shadows, she shaded her eyes
and tried to see what was there. "Mulder?"
The voice came again. "I needed another break. I hope
you don't mind me coming." He stepped into the light.
Dressed in jeans and a windbreaker, he gave her a chipmunk
smile.
Brette could barely breathe. "Mulder." She went to him
and touched his face. The long, lonely months lifted from
her heart and it soared. Deep in his eyes she could see
he'd been just as lonely. He kissed her and the taste of
him flooded her. Her hands rested at his waist. She wanted
to unbuckle him and make love to him right there on the
bank, but didn't. First she needed to know what he was
thinking.
"You came all this way just to see me?"
"I need you, Brette. It hurts. A lot." He kissed her
neck and her knees went wobbly. Through the thin cotton of
her tank top he felt her nipples which were already in
knots for him.
It was unbearable. Nothing mattered except bringing
him inside her. Without another word, she pulled his shirt
from his jeans. The windbreaker slipped to the ground and
she flipped open buttons on his denim shirt.
A moan rumbled in his throat as he kissed her, and she
could feel the pain of his longing. They sank to the
grassy bank and old, dead leaves crunched beneath. The
shirt slipped from his shoulders and hung from his elbows.
Brette ran a hand over the smooth muscles, then the sparse
hair on his chest.
His mouth covered hers and his tongue went deep. She
lay back, almost in a swoon. He seemed nearly desperate.
His hand slipped under her tank top through an arm hole to
claim her breast. A fire of need raged in her and her
fingers flew at his belt buckle. He helped her shove his
jeans from him, then pulled hers off as well. The tank top
went over her head and he was inside her in a second.
The months of missing him welled in her. Her knees
went wide for him and one heel pressed his behind to drive
him deeper. Slowly he stroked. He trembled in a struggle
for control, but she could see on his face he couldn't
succeed. She whispered, "Come."
He came with a groan and a sigh, and moved slowly some
more until there was no longer any point.
"I'm sorry."
She shook her head. "No reason to be sorry. I won't
let you get away from here too soon."
With a smile, he freed one elbow from his shirt and
kissed her. He touched the side of her face, her jaw, then
ran a finger over her lips where they touched his. His
tongue came out to tease hers. The smell of disturbed
grass filled her head.
"How deep is that water?" He pointed with his chin to
the pool.
"A few feet out by the rock. In the middle it's about
ten, I think."
He stood and drew her to her feet. His shirt fell to
the ground as they went to the water naked. The fish
scattered as he slipped into the creek and gasped at the
chilly water. She joined him and pushed off from the rock,
floating on her back in the slow current. Mulder stood by
the rock, his elbows rested on it.
The cold water made Brette's skin tingle. Mulder
stared at her breasts gleaming just above the surface. She
took a moment to watch him, treading water in the deep.
His full lower lip was between his teeth, as if to control
the smile that crept across his face. Then for a moment
the expression was almost one of pain, but that passed and
he was smiling again. It must have been her imagination,
or him squinting into the sun.
It was a short swim back to him, and he took her into
his arms for a kiss. His body was a wonderful warmth in
the cold mountain stream.
Then he held her waist. "Up here," he said, and
boosted her onto the rock. She sat on the edge and he
pressed her knees apart with his palms. Electric shivers
shot through her thighs and collected between her legs.
Mulder pressed her belly until she lay back on the rock,
then he set her heels against the side of it just under
the water. Chilly water lapped at her ankles.
Cold water dribbled over her sex and made her gasp. It
pooled on the rock under her. Then he took another handful
and dribbled that onto her as well. The cold water and
fresh air against her inner places made her shiver and her
chest heave for air, then the heat of his mouth made her
gasp.
His tongue spread her open and delved into her flesh
like a kid licking a cake bowl clean. Her back arched and
her knees spread wider. He spread her with this thumbs and
found her clitoris with the tip of his tongue, toying with
it so lightly she could only feel the spasms that shot
through her legs. The tongue dipped into her passage and
she was astounded he could open her like that. Then he set
up a rhythmic pull on her. Ecstasy washed over her and it
felt like melting on the hot rock in the sun.
His strokes were relentless. Muscles in her thighs
twitched and a low moan rumbled in her chest. He slipped a
hand under her leg and reached up for her breast. She
pressed her own hand over his and held it there, wishing
he would never let go.
The tension in her belly built until it couldn't be
contained. Trembling set up. Her knees jumped. Her neck
arched and a cry escaped her as a deep, shuddering orgasm
took her away. Mulder's tongue kept at her until she could
no longer stand the stroking and pushed his head from her.
He straightened to kiss her belly, then laid his face
against it. Still gasping, she held him there between her
thighs.
"Life is so good," he said.
That was certainly out of left field. But she looked
down at him, at his lovely face looking up at her, and
knew he was right.
She reached down and urged him onto the rock next to
her. With one boost he was sitting between her legs and
she saw he was hard again. A wide smile she'd never seen
on him lit his face. "Look what you did," he said.
"There's an old line."
He laughed, relaxed. As if the sun were melting him
like a bar of chocolate.
Brette reached over to cradle his penis and he leaned
back on his palms, his head thrown back. Bathed in
sunshine, his body gleamed fresh from the stream. She
adjusted her seat and leaned over to take him into her
mouth. A sigh deflated him and his knees went wide.
He was huge. With one fist completely around the base,
her mouth still couldn't touch her hand without him making
her gag. She cradled his balls with her other hand and
toyed with the tip, sucking and licking.
Soon he was gasping and his head came forward. A
glance up at him, and she saw his eyelids drooping and his
mouth sagging open as his chest heaved. He reached for her
and drew her on top of him.
She straddled him and settled over his penis. His
hardness filled her until she could feel her insides
rearrange to accommodate him. He held her to him and
thrust into her in short jerks. His moans sounded like
pain. He trembled, and the excitement fed hers until they
both came at once with a mighty shudder.
Lying on the sun-heated rock, they held each other. He
murmured, "Cherry blossoms."
"Huh?" She looked at him, but his eyes were closed and
he seemed asleep. So she rested her head on his shoulder
and they both dozed in the sunshine, a breeze wafting over
them.

When she awoke, she was alone. The sun was about to
dip behind the trees; it must have been an hour or so
she'd slept. A look around told her Mulder's clothes were
gone. Hers were the only ones scattered over the bank. The
only sign of him was the bruised feeling inside her and
the scent of sex he'd left behind.
Why had he gone into the house and left her there
naked and alone? Somewhat perturbed, she gathered her
clothing and drew it on as she walked back to the house.
Khan awaited her by the back door, and jumped up to greet
her.
"Mulder didn't let you in?" She scratched the German
Shepherd behind the ears before opening the door.
"Mulder?" The kitchen was empty. "Where'd you go, man?"
There was no answer.
"Mulder, what's the deal?" Had he gone back to
Markleeville? Maybe all the way back to Washington? The
thought weighed on her like a huge dread. She couldn't
imagine him coming all this way just to get laid then
leave.
The house was empty. She took a look out front for his
car, but there were no vehicles in the driveway except her
Cherokee.
Huh.
She looked around the house again, but could find no
evidence he'd been inside. It slowly sunk in that he'd
left straight from the creek.
"Bastard." Now she didn't know what to feel. She stood
for a moment, at a loss. Tears rose, but didn't quite make
it to her eyes. Finally she picked up the phone to call
Markleeville. Charlie answered.
"Best Western."
"Charlie, you got a guy staying there named Fox
Mulder? Give me his room."
"Who's this? Brette? Naw, there's nobody by that name
here. FOX Mulder, you say? Uh uh. Not here."
"Somebody who's kinda tall, thin, short brown hair and
wearing jeans and a work shirt?"
"Nope."
Brette was silent, with no idea what to say next. But
there wasn't anything else to say except, "Thanks,
Charlie. Sorry I bothered you."
She went through the phone book for hotels in Lake
Tahoe, but could find no Fox Mulder anywhere. The only
thing left to do was leave a message at his office. A
nice, cryptic but to-the-point fuckyouverymuch.
Chewing on the inside corner of her mouth, she dialed
FBI headquarters and asked for Mulder's office, expecting
to get voice mail. Instead a woman answered. Rats.
"Scully." It was the partner Mulder had mentioned
during his first visit.
For a second Brette wanted to hang up, but she pushed
ahead to get it over with. "Agent Scully, my name is
Brette Hoffstetler. I'd like to leave a message for Agent
Mulder."
There was a dark pause, then Scully's voice came hard
and urgent. "Brette Hoffstettler? Ms. Hoffstetler, you
must come to Washington immediately. Agent Mulder needs
you."
Brette went cold and began to shake.

Outside George Washington University Medical Center,
Brette reached up to pluck a sprig of cherry blossoms from
a fluffy pink tree and put it through a buttonhole in her
jacket. Inside, she was directed to the fifth floor where
the nurse seemed relieved she was there.
"He's been asking for you."
Heart pounding, Brette steeled herself for what she
would see then entered Mulder's room.
He was gray, like those little men he liked to talk
about. Machines hissed and beeped around him like alien
torture devices. She whispered his name.
"Mulder."
His eyelids fluttered. He took a moment to focus on
her, then a spark of life came to his eyes. "Brette."
Agent Scully had told her over the phone it had been a
bullet, fired yesterday about the time Brette had been
walking down to the creek. He was now missing a rib and a
chunk of his left lung.
She sat on the edge of his bed and picked up his left
hand, the one without any tubes attached.
His tongue touched his lip and he whispered, "I got
shot, Brette."
She nodded, "I know." He was heavily sedated and
probably thinking in tiny fragments.
"It hurt an awful lot."
"I bet it did." She remembered the moments of pain
she'd seen yesterday.
"After it happened I had a dream. You were there." His
face struggled into a smile. "There was...a...there was
water." He licked his lip again and took a few breaths
before continuing. "We had so much fun. I knew I wasn't
going to die then. Didn't wanna die..." His voice trailed
off.
"We did have fun, didn't we?" His eyes flickered and
she kissed the inside of his wrist. "When you get better
you'll have to come down to the creek with me and we'll do
it again."
He held his lower lip between his teeth and he let his
head sink into his pillow with a smile.

END

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