Dark Canada Epilogue: Cold Comfort	-Disclaimer: X-Files characters
belong to FOX and 1013. due South
 characters belong to Alliance Communications.
 -Category: Crossover (w/ X-Files), Romance
 -Rating: NC-17
 -Spoilers: X-Files - none. due South - "Victoria's Secret" and "North".
 -Summary: In the epilogue to "Dark Canada", Scully and Fraser find
comfort
 and answers with each other.
 
 ***
 
 "Dark Canada Epilogue: Cold Comfort"
 by Amatia
 
 "I'm so afraid to love you, but more afraid to loose
 Clinging to a past that doesn't let me choose
 Once there was a darkness, deep and endless night
 You gave me everything you had, oh you gave me light."
 
 - Sarah MacLachlan, "I Will Remember You"
 
 It was near midnight when they finished writing up the reports for
 the case. It had taken a week to finish all the paperwork, and Scully and
 Fraser had decided to take it for Fraser's apartment that night and
finish
 it up rather than drag it out for another work day. Skinner had given
 Mulder and Scully an extension on the case, they had four days left, and
 neither of them wanted to spend it doing paperwork. Chicago might not be
 the best city in the world, but at least, Mulder reasoned, it wasn't D.C.
 
 So Scully and Fraser were sitting at Fraser's kitchen table,
 signing the last of the reports, yawning. The cinnamon candle Scully had
 brought still flickered in the center of the table, the scent permeating
 the room. It clung to Scully's sweater and jeans, and she was sure it
clung
 to Fraser's similar outfit. She had talked him into putting on something
 more comfortable than his uniform, knowing that they would be up late
 working on the case. She reached up to and rubbed the bridge of her nose.
 
 "Dana?" Fraser asked. "Are you all right?"
 
 "I'm fine, Ben." Scully gave him a smile. "Paperwork just tends to
 make me tense."
 
 He was out of his chair in an instant, and standing behind hers.
 "May I?"
 
 "Certainly."
 
 Fraser laid his hands on her shoulders and began to work the
 muscles gently, get with enough force to get the knots out. Scully
sighed,
 knowing that she was indulging herself too much today with Fraser's
 kindness, but the massage felt so good. His thumbs slipped down to put
 pressure on the area just beneath her shoulder blades. "You certainly
know
 where to touch," she murmured, and was rewarded with a soft chuckle in
 reply.
 
 "There are many hidden talents a Mountie possesses, ma'm, but often
 they are saved for special occasions," he said, his face close to her
ear.
 She felt the wind of his breath on her cheek, and goosebumps followed it.
 As his warm hands settled on her neck, the soft touch relaxing her to the
 core, she felt a rush of warmth between her legs.
 
 Fraser tenderly massaged all of the kinks from her neck, then
 worked his way downward, following her spine. As his fingers hit a
 particularily sensitive spot, Scully let out a small cry. He stopped
 immediately. "Dana?"
 
 "I'm fine," she said softly. "Just a sensitive spot."
 
 His hands drifted back to the place, right in the middle of her
 back, his thumbs pressing down as they moved in tiny circles. The warmth
 between her legs increased as Fraser increased the pressure, her jeans
 becoming confining and wet with her continued arousal. Another cry
escaped
 her lips, but this time Fraser did not stop, but rather continued his
 gentle assault on her lower back. After a few minutes of the sweet
torture,
 he slid his hands up her back, and down her arms. "Dana?"
 
 "Yes, Ben?" Scully could hardly control her breathing. Fraser's
 fingers slid around her wrists, binding them.
 
 "I can't help but notice that you are taking pleasure from this."
 
 She swallowed. "Does it offend you?"
 
 "Quite the contrary," Fraser replied. "Would you like me to touch
 you more?" he whispered in her ear, slipping one finger underneath the
cuff
 of her sweater. His touch was so light, barely brushing her skin, that
 goosebumps one again pricked her arms.
 
 Scully felt her nipples harden underneath the heavy sweater at his
 brief caress. "Yes," she whispered in reply. "Please."
 
 "Your yes was sufficient by itself...I wish to touch you, as well."
 She could hear the low edge of arousal in his voice. "Do you want to move
 to the bed? I mean, I don't have a couch."
 
 She chuckled, and nodded, and he helped her to stand, his hands
 still on her wrists. When she stood beside the table, he released one
 wrist, and gently spun her to face him. With his free hand he lifted the
 cover of the candle and placed it on the jar. They watched the flame grow
 smaller, then disappear in a wide ribbon of smoke. Fraser raised his eyes
 to hers, and Scully saw that his pupils were dialated. He led her to the
 bed, their pace slow and measured even in the short distance. He gestured
 for her to sit, which she did. He then sat beside her, raising both his
 hands to slide them into her hair, and lean in for their lips to meet.
The
 kiss was as slow and languid as his hands upon her back, and even
sweeter.
 One hand untangled itself from her hair to slide underneath her sweater
and
 caress her back. Scully did the same to Fraser with both her hands, and
was
 reveling in the warmth of his skin as he broke the kiss. "Ben," she
 whispered against his lips. "I need you to touch me, everywhere."
 
 He smiled against her mouth. "All in due time."
 
 Scully groaned in frustration as he kissed her again, but responded
 just as passionately, her hands sliding around to caress his flat
stomach.
 She felt him tremble slightly at her touch. He dragged his mouth from
hers,
 gasping for air. His eyes on her face, he untangled the other hand from
her
 hair, and slipped up the front of her sweater to cup her lace-covered
 breast. Scully closed her eyes at the delicious feeling as her nipple
 hardened even more against his palm.
 
 With his other hand, Fraser unhooked her bra. "May I?"
 
 "Please, do," Scully whispered, concentrating on the feeling
 spreading throughout her entire body, She parted her legs slightly,
 unconsciously. Fraser gently pulled the sweater over her head, and slid
her
 bra straps down her arms. He tossed the sweater and the bra onto the
chair
 that was beside the couch. Scully opened her closed eyes and looked at
him.
 He gave her a slow smile, and lowered his mouth to the spot where her
neck
 and shoulder came together. Scully tipped her head in the opposite
 direction as he trailed warm, wet kisses along her neck. "Ben," she
groaned
 as his hand came up to cup her breast.
 
 Her hands found the button on his jeans, but he stopped her.
 "Neither of us are the kind of people to rush into things," he whispered
 against her cheek. "I need to know why you're here in my arms, Dana."
 
 "I'm lonely," she whispered in response. "And I want you for that
 reason - because you don't rush into things."
 
 "And..."
 
 "Even federal agents have needs," Scully murmured. "Ever since we
 were kidnapped..." her voice trailed off. Then she raised her head to
look
 into his eyes. "I've slept six hours total in the last week, Ben. And
only
 you can take away the part of me that's once more afraid of the dark.
 Because you were there, and you know..."
 
 Her voice trailed off as he responded by pressing her down onto the
 bed and covering her body with his. Scully groaned at the full contact,
 arching up against him. "Close your eyes," Fraser whispered.
 
 "I can't," Scully murmured.
 
 "Dana, I know what it's like. I've been blind. You have to trust
 me." He raised a hand, and passed it over her face, closing her eyes.
Then
 he dropped a light kiss on her lips. "Trust me."
 
 "When was the last time you were with a woman, Ben?" she asked,
 struggling against the fear as he continued to press kisses down her
neck.
 
 "With Victoria," he replied softly.
 
 Scully raised a hand, and traced a line down his cheek. "Don't
 think of her when you're with me. Please."
 
 Fraser shook his head so that she could feel it. "I wouldn't dream
 of it."
 
 With that said, he dropped his head and kissed her passionately.
 Her moan got lost in the heat of his mouth, tangled in his probing
tongue.
 His hands skimmed over her upper body, caressing, teasing. Scully's hands
 found the top button on his jeans once again, and this time he didn't
stop
 her. She undid the buttons, and Fraser paused in his exploration to slide
 the jeans down and to the floor. Scully's hands tugged his sweater off as
 well. "Patience," he whispered.
 
 "I want you too much to be patient," she replied, opening her eyes.
 
 His smile greeted her. "You're supposed to keep your eyes shut, Dana."
 
 "But I want to look at you," she protested with a grin, running her
 hands over his chest.
 
 "I want you to be naked," he growled, popping the button on her
 jeans and unzipping the zipper. "Close your eyes."
 
 Scully complied with a sigh, and Fraser slid her jeans off, adding
 them to the pile of clothing on the floor. "You warm enough?" he
whispered
 against her shoulder.
 
 "Mm-hmm."
 
 Her hands found the elastic waistband of his briefs, and cool
 fingertips slipped inside. "Dana.,.." Fraser moaned as her hand wrapped
 around his shaft. "Wait..."
 
 Her hand slipped back out. "I don't want to wait, Ben. If you don't
 take me soon, I'm going to scream."
 
 "I'd rather hoped you'd scream if I did," he replied, sliding her
 panties down her legs.
 
 "Your sense of humor is showing, Constable," she chuckled, but the
 sound turned into a moan as his fingers traced the folds of flesh between
 her thighs.
 
 Then his briefs were on the floor, and he was buried inside of her,
 and Scully opened her eyes to watch his face. Their gazes locked as they
 found a rhythm, Scully breathing his name like a mantra. "Ben..."
 
 It was over too soon, and Fraser pulled her close to him as orgasm
 claimed them both. She cried out as he'd predicted, but it was stifled
 against his throat. Gently, he released his hold on her as the
aftershocks
 subsided, pulling out of her body and collapsing onto the soft matress.
 Scully nuzzled close as he pulled the sheets over them, pillowing her
head
 on his chest, her hair spread out like flame. "Thank you," she whispered,
 as they lay peacefully in the darkness. "Thank you for taking the fear
 away."
 
 His hand cupped her chin so she's look up at him. "You took my fear
 away as I took yours, and you took my pain as well. I can't repay you for
 that."
 
 "You have already," Scully murmured in reply, her eyes closing.
 "Good night, Ben."
 
 He wound his fingers through hers. "Sleep well."
 
 "I will..."
 
 Fraser laid awake for an hour, listening to her breathe, watching
 her chest rise and fall in the moonlight. He ran the fingers that weren't
 tangled with hers gently through her hair, combing out the knots until
each
 strand lay fanned across his chest, red-gold in the silvery light.
 
 Life, although hard, is seldom truly dark, he thought to himself.
 And true darkness, when encountered, can often be frightening...
 
 ...but it is rewarding to overcome.
 
 ***
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