This is the sappy, smutty, cheesy resolution to the 'Deconstructing'
series. Look, if I admit to it being cheesy and smutty and you are
allergic to cheese and extreme smut, if it makes you violently ill, 
TURN BACK NOW!!!!
I mean it.

Disclaimer: See 'The Disclaimer of All Disclaimers'

Rating: Oh, it's R, borderline NC-17. Depending on how much quality 
        trash I can actually get in without furiously blushing, if I
        could. Actually, it's more of a glowing kind of thing. :)

Constructing: Say Goodbye
by
Tamani R. Green

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Dave Matthews Band

Say Goodbye

So here we are tonight,
you and me together
The storm outside, the fire is bright
And in your eyes I see
what's on my mind
You've got me wild
turned around inside
And then desire, see, is creeping
up heavy inside here
And know you feel the same way
I do now
Now let's make this an evening
Lovers for a night, lovers for tonight
Stay here with me, love, tonight
just for an evening
When we make
our passion pictures
You and me twist up
secret creatures
And we'll stay here
Tomorrow go back to being friends
Go back to being friends
But tonight let's be lovers,
We kiss and sweat
We'll turn this better thing
to the best
Of all we can offer, Just a rogue kiss
Tangled tongues and lips,
See me this way
I'm turning and turning for you
Girl, just tonight
Float away here with me
An evening just wait and see
But tomorrow go back to your man
I'm back to my world
And we're back to being friends
Wait and see me,
Tonight let's do this thing
All we are is wasting hours until the sun
comes up it's all ours
On our way here
Tomorrow go back to being friends
Go back to being friends
Tonight let's be lovers, say you will
And hear me call, soft-spoken whispering
love
A thing or two I have to say here
Tonight let's go all the way then
Love I'll see you,
Just for this evening
Let's strip down, trip out at this
One evening starts with a kiss
Run away
And tomorrow
back to being friends
Lovers...love...lovers
Just for tonight, one night...love you
And tomorrow say goodbye
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    Scully walked down the hallway to her apartment. She put the key 
into the lock and turned it. The door swung open and she stepped 
inside. Almost not noticing the the change which had been wrought there
in her absence. 
    Hundreds of flickering candles filled every available surface. They
glowed with a mellow intensity that was as alluring and seductive as 
the faintly sweet scent of beeswax that hung in the air. And from a 
hidden corner he came.
    They locked eyes. Blue steel met lazy green. Blue questioned green.
Green smiled. Blue melted. And that was all the invitation green
needed.
    Mulder went over to her. He pulled her close, so close one almost
couldn't tell where one ended and one began. And they locked lips. 
Trite it was not. And though it was a moment hung in eternity, both
held back. It was by unspoken agreement that this was for one night.
Tomorrow they'd return to the world of crime fighting. One night of
being lovers. A lifetime of friendship.
    And they began stripping each other of restrictive clothing. It
was hurried, as if time was taken in the task, one might come to their 
senses and stop. But it was not to be. They realized that they had all
night and slowed to a more leisurely pace.
    She took his hand and led him to the bedroom. The windows were open,
letting the starshine mingle with the candlelight. Mulder had pulled
out all the stops for this one. The bed was made with deep blue satin
sheets, a layer of white rose petals scattered on top. 
    Scully turned around and looked at him. The heat from that gaze
was hotter than a thousand suns put together. He ran his hands through
her hair down her neck over her shoulders. And she did the same, but
going further. She pressed her lips to the place on his shoulder where
her bullet marked him. The faint scar turned her on even more because 
it was a definte mark of possession. Her territory was clearly 
delineated and woe betide the woman who trespassed.
    When Mulder felt her warm tongue press that small bit of flesh, 
his head tilted back and his eyes closed. His hands swept down to the
small of her back where he knew the tattoo was. And inside the center
of that mysterious mark, he dug his fingers in, knowing that everytime
he put his hand there to guide her through the door or in any other
mundane situation, they would remember and smile.
    Scully's mouth made its way down the expanse of Mulder's chest, 
following the faint line of hair to where it disappeared beneath his 
belt buckle. She was on her knees in front of him, beside the bed. He
watched that fiery head bow as she concentrated on the task of getting
his pants off. 
    As though sensing his gaze on her, she ceased and looked up at him.
No shame, no embarrassment in those icy blue orbs. One eyebrow quirked
at him and he grinned like an idiot. Pure Scully right there. And then
he was free. 
    She grasped him in her hand. Touch feather-light to the point of 
torture. And he liked it. And he liked it even more when her mouth 
descended on him. He buried his hands in her hair. And his thoughts 
turned fanciful. This is what it must be like to be in the center of
a volcano. Hot and liquid and shifting all around you. And then she 
swept her tongue up the length of him to the tip and he had no thoughts
at all.
    Finally he could stand no more and hauled her up alongside him. 
Both standing, knees weak. He stripped her of the rest of her clothes.
She lay down, arms open, inviting him wantonly. And he stood there and
took in the sight of her. He'd seen her in various states of undress,
but not quite like this. 
    And then he went to her. His hands and mouth worshipping every inch
of her body. Mulder systematically went from the top of her head to the
soles of her feet, paying attention to her like a land surveyor would a
piece of property.  
    And then he started all over again. His pouty lips took one slender
foot in his hand and he kissed her big toe. Each toe got the same
treatment in its turn. Scully knew the foot was a sensitive thing, but
MY GOD!!!
    And he licked his way up her calves, pausing to lightly nip at her
knees. And because it tickled, she giggled slightly. Giggling, you
never thought Scully would do that. He looked up at her, face flushed
from pleasure and mirth and he smiled. A real Mulder grin.
    He went back to his task. The lips skated up her thighs to the
center of her. And he stopped and looked at her. He inhaled the scent 
of her and then his tongue darted out to lick at her delicately. And 
he felt a faint shudder at that light touch. He kept at his task, 
exploring the taste and texture of her until he saw she could barely 
hold herself in check.
    Mulder stopped his torture and began a new one. He ran his hands up
her torso to her breasts. High and flushed with pink tips, they were
more perfect than the surgically enhanced ones on his fantasy video 
women.
    His hands played with her sensitized flesh. And his mouth lowered
to capture one petal soft nipple. He worried it with his tongue and 
teeth and she grabbed at the short strands of the brown hair at the
base of his neck.
    And he did the same to the other. Until she was quivering once 
again. He nudged her legs even further apart and then he sank into her
with one thrust. And it seemed like time was suspended. 
    And then he began to move. And the pressure the sensation built up 
and washed over them in a million glittering stars. And when their
breathing slowed to a manageable pace, they smiled and then the 
unexpected happened.
    Scully's stomach growled.
    A big, loud rumble that broke the mood and made them chuckle.
They disentangled themselves from each other and she slipped on 
Mulder's shirt and he his pants. They went into the kitchen and made 
some dinner and talked. Really talked for once. And they laughed and
smiled and joked like old friends tend to do. And they realized that 
even though the sex was awesome, they wouldn't jeopardize their 
friendship. As a wise man once said, "There's red ships and green ships
but there's no ship like Friendship."
    When the food was gone, they cleaned up the dishes and pans with
an ease and economy of movement that comes only to those who've known
each other for a long while.
    Mulder took Scully's hand and they went back into the bedroom and
began what was to be a long night of passion neither of them would
forget for a long, long time.

The Next Morning

    Mulder awoke to sunlight streaming in the windows.And an empty bed.
The candles long since burned out. Or maybe she blew them out. And he
got up from the bed and went into the living room.
    Scully stood in front of the windows sipping a mug of coffee. 
Sugar, no cream. She looked adorable to him wrapped in her wine-red
satin robe, hair wet, feet bare. He came up behind her and wrapped his
arms around her. She smiled into her cup. They stood like that for a
little while, gazing out at the street, watching the people below as 
they went about their business. 
    He pulled away from her and went back to the bedroom to dress. 
Mulder finished quickly and went to the door. Scully turned around and
they said goodbye.

End.
Finally!
My first piece of smut! Did you like?
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