From: "Leslie Cummings" Date: Fri, 21 Mar 2003 13:42:12 +0000 Subject: Safe 'Til St. Patricks Day Source: direct Title: Safe 'Til St. Patrick's Day Authors: Barenaked Bostonian and TriplePirouette Spoilers: None? I don't know, who cares? Rating: NC-17 Category: UST... into MSR. Disclaimer: I'm fairly sure that neither of us own... any of this. But if we do, we must have misplaced the deeds, sooo... yeah... Distribution: If you want to, by all means!!! We'd just appreciate a heads-up so we can visit... and brag to our friends. Notes: I've always liked the idea of M&S and snow. It's just always seemed very romantic to me, I dunno... But seriously, none of this makes sense, it's all for fun, some sad moments, some funny moments, some.... relatively scary moments, just keep and open mind and all that junk! We love ya! Feedback: To either BNLXPhile12@aol.com or TriplePirouettePhile@hotmail.com! Tcha! Summary: Bundle up, it's cold *in* there. ================ The case hadn't been as predictable as they had hoped. It hadn't been just another incident of some teenagers playing pranks on the unsuspecting townsfolk. It had actually held a definite note of paranormal activity to it. But hell would freeze over before Dana Scully would admit that to her partner. In fact, she had debunked most of his theories with wacky scientific facts that were unverifiable and ludicrous, both she and her partner knew that. He knew that she unwilling to believe, due to her fear of the unknown and he was just too ignorant to accept the fact that anything remotely normal could happen. That was just fine, that was the balance that gave the partnership its special touch. They balanced each other out perfectly. Once the partners had exited the plane at Dulles, they had gone over every inch of paperwork, every loophole and every expense report that had come their way after the initial investigation had ended. In other words, the case was over, wrapped up and was to be forgotten about. Stepping into the airport, amongst other travelers who were looking just as haggard as they were, they were greeted with the pleasant sight of snow falling slowly to the ground. It had brought a small smile to Scully's face, knowing that the holiday season was upon them, and brought a cringe to Mulder's face, knowing that after she had dropped him off at his apartment, she would be driving home alone. He got even more nervous when he overheard two young men discussing the blizzard that had landed on them unexpectedly. A blizzard, in the middle of November. It seemed as if the world had fast-forwarded a month. The snow started falling just a bit harder as Mulder pulled Scully's car out of the airport lot. Scully hadn't said a word when she had given him the keys, but she wanted him to drive. In fact, she hadn't wanted to be driving in the snow. He looked over and saw Scully fiddling with the heat in the car, her lower lip wavering a little, betraying how cold she really was. He turned his eyes back to the snowy road and bit his bottom lip. It had been snowing for a while, and the salt trucks obviously hadn't gotten out yet. The slight mush on the street was starting to build, and would be dangerous soon. Even now, as he turned onto smaller side streets to get to her apartment, he could see the ABS break light lighting on the dash. Though he wasn't looking forward to driving through this, Mulder was glad it was him and not Scully. Maybe it was macho and biased, but he was still glad. He was surprised that she had allowed him to drive her car, especially when she had the opportunity to do so herself. Scully finally coaxed the heat out of the car, and she warmed her hands by the vents. She began to mumble to herself. "What?" Mulder asked as he leaned forward to see out the windshield better. "Nothing, Mulder. Just cursing the snow. Never seems to come when we have a day off so we can enjoy it, does it?" She tucked her arms around her and snuggled down into the seat. "What, you want to go out and build a snowman?" He glanced at her and smirked. "Maybe..." she teased. "But anything would be better than this. Even just curling up by the window with a cup of hot cocoa to watch the snow." "Hmmmmm." Mulder nodded in agreement, and slowed the car, pulling up at the curb of her building. He put the car in park, but she didn't seem to notice. "Scully, I think this is your stop." "Oh," she said, snapped out of whatever she'd been thinking of. She looked out the windshield, preparing to get out. Then she turned back to Mulder. "Oh my god, Mulder, when did it get this bad?" "The snows been getting heavier as we've driven, it's pretty nasty now. But you're home, go inside and get warm, ok?" Mulder gave her his best straight, unworried face. If she knew he was nervous about him driving home she'd start to worry. "Mulder, why don't you come in? Stay the night? I really don't want you driving in this." "Scully, I'm a big boy, I think I can make it home on my own." He smirked a bit, causing Scully's lips to jump. If only she knew how much he wanted to come up with her. "I can return your car tomorrow morning." "I'm fully aware of that Mulder, but I know how you drive. I just don't think that it's safe to be driving home in this weather. And God forbid you get injured before a flesh eating mutant has the chance to injure you himself." Her arms were still wrapped around herself and she was staring at him, waiting for his response, hoping that he would accept. She truly worried at times like this, thinking that he could be injured, even dead, in the near future. She though about that alot, when she wasn't around to protect him. "Scully..." His voice almost sounded like a whine, almost. But Scully knew that he had already decided to accept her offer. "No arguing, now be a gentleman and get the bags out of the trunk while I unlock the door." She said, opening the door and stepping out into the swirling snow. She jogged up the steps to the front door of her building and unlocked the door, holding it for Mulder as her struggled with the slippery suitcases. She closed the door behind them and then ran to her apartment door, Mulder shivering behind her. She fumbled with the keys for a second, but finally was able to get the door opened. They rushed in, and Scully slammed the door behind them, trying to preserve the heat. They just stood there, looking at each other for a moment, both breathless from their mad dash. Scully smiled and reached up, whipping some snowflakes from Mulder's nose. Mulder gave her a small laugh, put down the suitcases and wiped a few errant flakes from her hair. She smiled back at Mulder, feeling warm all over. She wasn't sure if it was her coat or if it was how close he was standing. She just stood there a second, enjoying the feel of him as his hand lingered on her cheek a second more than was necessary. "So," She smiled, moving back and taking off her coat, "Hot cocoa?" Mulder shed his coat as well and planed the suitcases neatly against the wall. "Sounds great." She flicked her heels off her feet and shed her suit jacket as she headed for the kitchen. Mulder pulled off his suit jacket as well, and watched as she sauntered into the kitchen, her blouse just a little tighter and her skirt just a little shorter than he was used to seeing. He smiled inwardly. Then, he shivered. It was freezing in the apartment, he hadn't noticed before, having been standing so close to Scully. He wondered how long it would take the heat to come up. He asked Scully. "Let me go check the thermostat." She replied. "It usually takes a minute." Scully disappeared from sight but returned a moment later, declaring that the thermostat was set, and that it took a few minutes to get the heat circulating. She then returned to the kitchen and began plowing through cabinets looking for the cocoa mix. Once found, they were placed on the counter, alongside two large cappuccino mugs. "I'm pretty sure the sheets are clean in the guest room. Just, let, me, check." Her words were fragmented as she leaned over to turn off the whistling kettle. Once again disappearing from sight, Mulder took a deep breath and stretched out leisurely on her couch. It was seldom that he got to spend the night at his partner's home. Those few times that he did he was either too sick or just too tired to really enjoy it. He really did love Scully's apartment. Even without the heat, it was warm and homey. It held many personal touches of her's, like the rice paper lamps on the end tables and the small but beautiful watercolor above her fireplace. These were some things that Mulder would never think that she enjoyed, because she would never have told him. But he was finding out more and more about her from examining her house. From the wall colors to the soft furniture, the apartment lived and breathed his partner. He sensed that this was a place that he could really relax in. It was aesthetically pleasing as well as being very organized and well kept. Just as he was pondering the fireplace across from him and just how often it was lit, his partner reentered the room. "The sheets are indeed clean, but the heat doesn't seem to be coming out." Scully huffed as she meticulously began making the hot chocolate with calculated precision. All of her movements seemed to have been planned in advance so that nothing was thrown off balance, but that was how she always was. She wasn't perfect, but in Fox Mulder's eyes, she was as perfect as anyone could be. As she brought the mugs over to the table, her mouth exuded a yawn, which she could not stifle with her hand. One mug was handed to Mulder, and one she kept for herself. He rearranged himself on the couch so that she could fit next to him. They sat peacefully for quite some time, just sipping the cocoa and staring out the window at the quickly falling snow. Neither had really noticed that the heating in the apartment had not yet come up yet. A half an hour later, after their mugs had been long drained, Scully decided that it was time for her to go off to bed. She got up, taking both of their mugs and placing them in the sink, running water over them, then shutting the water off. She sighed and turned to Mulder. "Well, I think it's time I head to bed." She ducked her head a bit to try and hide the yawn that came from her. It was inevitable however, and Mulder yawned himself. She caught him in the act and smiled. "I'll see you in the morning. I left some sweats on the guest bed." That was the last she said before she headed off to seclude herself in her bedroom. Mulder sat on her sofa awhile more, his hand over the space that she had just been sitting. He pondered, feeling very desolate and alone. The feeling of loving someone, loving someone for the first time... or wanting and not having... seeing and not knowing... wanting to hold her, touch her skin, lips, nose... knowing that the light in her eyes was due to, in some part, him... Wanting and not having was all it came down to. A reality that he would never be able to grasp, his conscious yelled. His inner demons came out to play when he thought these things, about things that tortured him. So he decided that going to bed would be a wise idea. He thought perhaps that a night's sleep would quiet the demons for a short time. Maybe give him some time to really clear his head. But deep down, he knew it was hopeless, that he was a hopeless case. Lost forever in his world of longing. His feet walked the path to her bathroom and his hands washed himself up. His eyes saw the worn out man in the mirror and his nose picked up the faint scent of her shampoo. He stood there for endless moments visualizing her washing her hair. Knowing that standing there, just staring off into space wasn't going to do any good, Mulder headed for the guest room, where Scully had set up extra pillows and had turned down the sheets for him. He was touched at the small gesture. He crawled slowly into bed and was enveloped in a cotton cocoon. One that smell faintly of Scully. The sheets were still frigid however and he noticed that the heat had yet to make an appearance. He turned on his right side and decided to wait for a bit before getting up to check the thermostat. After fifteen freezing minutes, he hopped out of the bed and nearly shrieked when his feet came into contact with the ice-like floor. Walking briskly into the hallway, he raised his eyes to the level of the thermostat and saw that it was indeed turned on. Confused, he walked up to the door of Scully's room and gently knocked, trying not to wake her if she was asleep. Scully's head turned on the pillow when she heard the soft knocking and she said to come in, not wanting to leave her warm, comforter haven. "Ah, Scully, the heat hasn't come up yet and it's been almost forty-five minutes." Mulder said, wrapping his arms around his torso in a vain attempt to keep warm. "I've noticed. I'm wondering if the boiler is working, maybe I should call the superintendent to see what's wrong." Thrusting a hand out from under her pillow, she reached for her phone on the bedside table. Quickly dialing the number, she brought the comforter back up around her neck and waited for someone to pick up. No one did, but she did get the answering machine. *"This is Rich, if you are calling in regards to the heating system, please note that the necessary calls have already been made and there will be no heat in the building from November 12th through the 14th. Also, check your mailbox for a full reimbursement on the oil bill. If I were you, I'd find somewhere else to stay."* Scully, huffed a sigh and rolled her eyes. The message continued. *"If you are planning on staying in the building over the weekend, I'd recommend a space heater or using your fireplace. Sorry for the inconvenience."* Pressing the 'Talk' button, she hung up the phone and slammed it back into the receiver. "Heat's off for the next two days, that's probably why there weren't so many cars out front, no one's here." Mulder was bouncing from foot to foot, try to work up some body heat, but it wasn't working. "Mulder, come here." Scully said and opened up a side of the blanket to him. He was hesitant to climb in beside her, knowing that it would lead to him fantasizing. But he was too cold to care. He climbed in beside her and she dropped the blanket, quickly thrusting her hand back under the pillow where it had come from. "I forgot, the guest room catches the draft because it's at the front of the building. I might have a space heater in the hall closet, let me go check." Her body did not want to leave the other warm body that was nestled comfortably next to her. Neither did her brain. She knew that they could both safely sleep in the same quarters, but she didn't know if she wanted it that way. She wanted his body wrapped around hers, his hands stroking her stomach, his lips... Quickly clamping down on that abrupt train of thought, she moved to get out of the bed but Mulder's hand shot back out and pulled her down. He was lying so that he was in front of her, making him have to turn his head to see his eyes. "Well Scully, I'm okay without the space heater, as long as I can stay here tonight." His voice held just a tiny glint of mischief. She smiled, once again trying to get up. "Yeah, sure Mulder, I'll take the other room." She then again tried to get up, teasing him, but he rolled over and pulled her back down, causing her to bark out a laugh. "I meant I'd take the bed, but only if you came with it." Smiling, he pushed her head down onto the pillow and jumped out of the bed himself, still smiling. "You know, generating body heat and such." Then, he opened the covers and hopped out of bed. "Hey! Where are you going then?" She was thoroughly confused. "Nowhere." He replied, walked over to the other side of the bed and got in behind her. He draped his arm cautiously across her stomach, gauging her reaction. He was worried about abusing her trust, about misjudging her reaction, but all of his fears were quelled when she sighed and linked her hand with his. Smiling, he attempted to close his eyes, but he found that the sight and scent of her made that impossible. Spooned, warmth radiated from them, between them and infused them. Scully snuggled a bit closer to Mulder. "Mmmmmm...." Scully moaned low in her throat. Mulder gulped, hard. She was already too close to him. He wanted to be here, but he was having second thoughts as to how wise this was. He was already having a hard time keeping his feelings...well, down. "So nice and warm..." Scully mumbled sleepily. Mulder smiled a slight bit, unintentionally sliding closer to his partner's warm, soft body. His nose buried in her hair, he attempted to ignore the nagging in his mind, as well as in his pants. Though tough, he did ignore it long enough to begin to doze. Just as he was about to fall into a blissful sleep he heard Scully mumble. "Love you Mulder, night." And then her breathing deepened and she fell off to a complete sleep. A huge sigh escaped him. She had said what he thought she did, right? Did she realize she had said what he thought she did? His breath quickened with a hormone-induced fog. It probably meant nothing, his mind reasoned; just her being thankful for his warmth. She probably didn't even know she said it. Closing his eyes, Mulder tried to convince himself of that. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Mulder's dream He was lying on the floor of Scully's apartment. Mulder tried to move, but couldn't. He looked around and realized he must be in her bedroom, under the window by the looks of it. A chill ran through him. He tried to crane his neck up, move his head- but he saw nothing but the bed towering before him. He couldn't even see the door. Why was he here? What was wrong with him? He heard a faint rustling in the bathroom, then water running. He tried to yell, to speak Scully's name, but couldn't. He yelled with all his might, but only served to push air through his lungs. Then she walked in the room. Scully's red hair framed her face as she bent down to him. She tipped her head, as if she were contemplating something, then she reached out and turned his nose, hard. He yelped and Scully looked pleased. She held her hands in front of his face, as if she were trying to warm them. "You may be old," she said as she patted his head, "But I love you Mulder." She got up and started out the door. Shocked, he listened as she left, hearing her mumble something on the way out. "Even so, maybe I'll get another heater... just in case." Mulder screamed. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Scully's dream Scully was in her bed but, the covers were drawn down around her ankles. Noticing that she was cold, she sat up and reached down for them, but they rustled away as if they were alive. She was cold, and her teeth were chattering in her head. She reached over to grab the phone, but found that it had disappeared from her bedside table. Finding this odd, she swung her feet over the side of her bed, only to be met with an endless sheet of ice, which chilled her toes and forced her to recoil up onto her equally frigid mattress. She looked around the room for a possible explanation, a way to get out of the bed without freezing to death. Then she saw Mulder in the doorway. He was leaning casually against the doorframe and staring at her, a small smile painted on his lush lips. A single crystalline tear rolled down her cheek as she pleaded to him with her eyes. "Mulder..." She whispered. "Come and turn me on Scully, I'll keep you warm. I'll keep you warm forever." ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Their eyes flew open at the same time, horror crossing their faces, only to find the other staring straight at them. Mulder and Scully, finding they were locked in an embrace, scrambled away from each other. Breathing hard, they sat facing each other on opposite sides of the bed. The white puffs of breath filled the chasm between them. After a couple of quiet seconds, they both spoke forcefully. "I'm here to do more than to just keep you warm!" "I'm not just a goddamn space heater!" As the words tumbled out of their mouths, their anger and fear from their dreams were replaced with puzzled expressions. They took turns tipping their heads and alternately examined the other and thought hard. Mulder was the first to break the silence. "I, uh," He began, confused at how important it had been, but how stupid it seemed now, "I had a dream that I was your space heater and you were going to throw me out and buy a new one." He looked up at her, half smiling, half confused. She laughed back at him, a smile tipping the corners of her mouth. "I dreamed I was trapped on a bed of ice and that you were trying to coax me out of it." She smiled across at him. They both let out a laugh of relief. It seemed so stupid now, so trivial. Mulder was the first to bridge the gap between them, he slid back to the center of the bed and held his arms out to Scully. "We'll call it hallucinations brought on by extreme cold." Scully smiled then snuggled into Mulder's warm arms. "Hum, extreme cold." In the darkness, Mulder's mouth tensed, his face thoughtful. "Scully?" "Hum?" She was so thankful that he was there, warm, and next to her. Silly dream. "You know that... that this IS more than just staying warm, right?" Scully bit her lip, afraid to ask what it really was. For a second, she didn't speak, and Mulder began to worry. But then she quelled his fears. "And Mulder, you know you're more than just a space heater to me, don't ya?" She was answered by a slight squeeze from his arms. Slowly they drifted off to sleep. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Scully's dream She was cold. She was so cold. Her clothes were like ice on her skin. She pulled them off, hoping the air would warm her... Where was her blanket? Why couldn't she see? Then she felt something warm. It was warm and soft and inviting. She pulled closer to it, twining her arms around it. She wasn't sure what it was. It felt like a man. It was Mulder. He was naked. And he was warm. She felt his arms circle her. She had dreamt like this so many times. And she knew she was dreaming. So she did what she always did, held no ambition, and kissed him. She kissed up his chest until she reached his lips, and hovered there for a second as his arms twined around her. She moved her head closer to kiss him.... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Mulder's dream They were in the forest, and it was raining sleeping bags. Well, not raining sleeping bags, but they were sharing a sleeping bag. She was cold, so cold. He was afraid she was going to die. He put his arms around her, found her skin cool, yet not as icy as before. A satin bra was between them. He moved his hands over her, trying to bring the life back to her, the vitality. He felt her moving over him, and felt her kissing him. She was kissing him. She was alive. And she was kissing him. He wrapped his arms tighter as her mouth reached his. He dreamt of this every night.... But this was different. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The feeling wasn't hollow. Her lips were warm and salty and... His eyes shot open. He stopped moving. Scully's eyes fluttered open. Her lips were glistening, her eyes lidded, he'd never seen her more beautiful. He wanted her so badly. He knew she felt his need. Scully couldn't forget the feel of his lips, his pouty, full lips. "Oh fuck it." she thought. She licked her lips. "I'm cold Mulder." Still in that amazing place that hovers between dreaming and totally awake, Scully closed her eyes and moved her mouth over Mulder's. He reacted just he way he did in her dreams. His mouth leaned into hers and she felt his tongue move into her mouth. His hands trailed fire across her skin, and she tried to push into him, to become one with him, he felt so warm, so alive. He took his mouth from hers and her face immediately frowned, but then he trailed sweet kisses down her throat, nuzzling his face in the crook of her neck. He was still sleepy, his eyes never fully opened, they were heavy and lidded and sexy. He nuzzled his face into her neck- so graceful, so warm. Her leg wrapped around his waist and he thought he could just stay like this forever. He felt her hands run through his hair and she began to plant tiny kisses at his hairline. "Scully, Scully!" He attempted to get his attention, but didn't want her to stop doing what she was. "Scully, this has to be about more than a dream. I have to know... have to know that you want this because..." "Mulder, I want it. I've wanted it for... for a long long time. If I was doing this for heat, I could have just fucked the heater a long time ago." She smiled and trailed kisses down to his ear where she lingered for a moment, nibbling on the lobe. "Scully. Stop, please, before I lose it." She pulled back hesitantly, hurt lingering in the murky blue depths of her eyes. "This can't be about *fucking* either. I can't let it be. If that's what you want, to just fuck, then I can't do it. This means more to me than that." He searched her eyes, allowing time for his meaning to sink in. Scully blushed and tipped her head down. In that moment she looked like an angel to him, moonlight outlining her mussed hair, and a glow radiating from her pale skin. He wanted to ravish her, but only if she wanted it, and for the right reasons. "Mulder," She tipped her head up, and her eyes shone with something he couldn't explain. Lust. Love. Hunger. Desire. He'd never seen anything sexier in his life. "I don't want to just fuck you. I want to become you. I want to feel you inside me and know that...." She broke off and turned away. Mulder almost swore he saw tears in her eyes. "You want to know what?" He turned her face to him, and tears trickled down her cheeks like diamonds in the moonlight. His heart clenched at the thought that she was crying. What could she be crying about? "I want to know that.... that you love me and need me as much as I love and need you." She averted her gaze from him, and her quiet words showed embarrassment. He almost laughed at the thought. How could she not know? She was his fire, his passion, his everything everywhere. She was on his mind every second of every minute of every hour. Everything about her that he knew was ingrained upon his mind and he treasured each moment that he spent with her and kept it close to his proverbial heart. He looked into her eyes and shook his head. Tucking a strand of copper hair behind her ear, he smiled. "Scully, words don't do my feelings any justice whatsoever. So I'm not going to try, but I can tell you that I love you so much, so much." Her eyes searched his for a moment, and then she laughed, laughed as tears rolled down her cheeks. She gave him a quick peck on the lips. Instinctively, they found each other, crushing their bodies together in a second of passion. The chaste kiss had sky rocketed in a split second to a fiery embrace. In any other situation, at any other time, he would have felt that he was somehow taking advantage of her. But he was sure now that she felt the same way he did. Not only from the words she had uttered earlier, but also from the way her hand was sliding through his hair and the way her lips were suckling his neck. She was making the sweetest little mewling sounds in the back of her throat that almost made him chuckle. He leaned and pushed her back against the mattress, covering her body with his. One of his hands roamed down her side to her hip, and gripped her there, pulling her closer to him if at all possible. He kissed her hard and passionately, and fire surged between them, her legs wrapped around his waist and her hands went to his hair. She arched her back off the mattress, wanting to become a part of him, be him, be in him. *Too good to be true, too good to be true* flew through his head at a mile a minute, but he was determined to worship her. He wanted to become her, be in her and over her and all around her. His own lips latched onto the softness of her neck and began sucking and biting, eliciting more unScullylike sounds from her throat. As she writhed under his touch she relished in the skin-to-skin contact. Somewhere in the back of her mind she realized they were both no longer wearing shirts- and that they had probably both removed them at some point during their dreams... but somehow it wasn't important how they got so undressed. She could feel the warmth from his skin on hers, and it felt like tiny explosions every time they moved against each other. Another moan escaped her. She was being pleasantly vocal, and Mulder appreciated it. He transferred his lips from her neck to her collarbone and spent many minutes worshiping that one spot. From there, his lips trailed down her chest, where they took up residence in between her breasts. He slowly shook his head, and let his cheeks brush against her breasts. He delighted in how smooth her skin was, and how she reacted. She sucked in her breath in an effort to bring her breasts closer to him, begging for his touch on her nipples. Taking the hint, he latched onto her right nipple eagerly. Scully smiled as her eyes slipped closed. He was determined to give her everything that he possibly had, and was doing a mighty fine job thus far. The sudden warmth of his mouth made her ache. Her back arched from the bed even more. Slowly, but forcefully his hands traveled up her body and pushed her back down. She threw her head back and forth, her hands tangling in his hair. She thought she was going to come just from this sensation alone. Then he began to move his tongue. The sensation was beautiful and erotic and painful all at once. He peeked up to examine her face and saw the pure bliss that was etched out there. He smiled secretively and sucked harder, transferring back and forth from each turgid nipple. Once he was satisfied that he had spent enough time on her chest, he came up to claim her lips once more. She broke away, gasping for breath. She was astounded at the feelings she was experiencing. It was as if it was her first time all over again. She felt like she had never been touched before, never been looked at with such... passion. And it was then that she realized that she hadn't been. That Mulder wasn't just loving her body, he was worshiping it, worshiping her. Mulder groaned, and rolled back on the pillow briefly. "This can't just be because of the cold, can it Scully?" "Ung, I don't think so Mulder." She said, and laughed a bit. "Good." He said and rolled them over twice so that he was still above her. She was laughing hysterically now, as was she. He smoothed her hair back as his laughing died off. She looked into his eyes, still smiling. "God, I love you." He said, his voice a raspy whisper. "Mmm, I love you too." He kissed her softly, then trailed his right hand down her body, coming to rest on her hip. He played with the elastic there, and began sliding her silk pajama bottoms off of her body. He then reached back up and toyed with the band on her panties, taking a quick peek under the covers to see their color. He smirked, and saw that they were forest green. He pulled those free from her body and she was completely naked. "Mmm, Scully, you're so beautiful, I can't believe I've waited this long." She smiled, and teased him. "Really? How long have you waited?" He rolled over onto his side and pretended to do math on his fingers, she laughed and lightly punched him on the shoulder. "Oh, more or less, seven years I think? Yeah that seems about right." He rolled back on top of her and her hands clenched around his biceps. "Well, don't you think that it's about time that you do something about this agent Mulder?" She asked, moving her hands up and down, gazing into his eyes. All he did was wink, and reach down to rid himself of the last of his clothing, it piled up under the sheets. She stared at him, totally devoid of all clothing. She smiled appreciatively, and suddenly lost all of the imbedded fear that she had. Now, now she was feeling playful and giddy and more than everything... aroused. She felt particularly lethargic though, as she lay there, soaking in all of his honey skin. He smiled at her, and slowly climbed back onto the bed, covering her with his warm body. His lips drifted down to suckle hers and they were content to kiss for long minutes. He had forgotten what it was like just to feel skin, to feel the contact with another human that was the most perfect, most intimate, most heavenly thing that anyone could do. The kisses were slow, languid, and their hands roamed. His hands passed the luscious curve of her hip and hers massaged the taught muscles of his back. She moaned deep in her throat as his hand slid beneath her body, pulling her closer to him. Her leg moved up, hooking itself over his slim hip and he nestled his hips deep between her thighs. Suddenly, without warning, he slipped inside of her. She stretched to accommodate his length. Sighing delightedly, Scully settled back into the now toasty pillows. Mulder smiled down at her, relishing in the sensation of finally being inside the woman that he loved. "Is this okay Scully? Am I hurting you?" Mulder asked, reaching down to stroke her cheek. "This, Mulder, is certifiably perfect." She said panting just a bit. He broke out in a wide grin and began thrusting lazily into her. She was writhing under him, the feel of his skin touching every inch of hers, inside and out was almost too much for her. The heat she felt, the friction in her and around her. His lips and cheeks, a slight shadow of a beard brushing against her neck. His hands, soft, yet calloused and firm, gliding over her sides... moans bubbled up out of her and her hands frantically grasped at his back, sides, ass, anything she could find. He smiled, as he drove gently into her, not too hard, and yet not too soft. Looking down into her ecstasy filled face, her realized just how close he was. Gritting his teeth in a vain attempt to stave off his pleasure, Scully looked up at him and realized that she should let go. That she had to let go, that he was holding back for her. With a shiver and a quiet moan, she came, contracting all around him. Mulder groaned and thrust into her two more times before he came, whispering her name into her hair as he came down off of his endorphin cloud. He silently dropped his body on the bed next to her, being sure to keep the comforter securely around them. She sighed and rolled over onto her side. Smiling down at him, she brushed a stray strand of hair off of his sweaty forehead. "That was nice." She said quietly, still stroking his damp hair. He lifted his heavy lids and looked up at her. Smiling a quirky smile, he rolled over to deliver a quick kiss onto her lips before falling back to his pillows. Soon, she did the same, and they lay together under the mountains of blankets on her bed. Just before drifting off, Mulder spoke. "Scully, let's just stay here forever." She chuckled a sleep-addled chuckle and replied. "Well, not forever, but until March at least." And they fell asleep. ~*EnD*~ Notes: Leslie: Well, Lauren, again, it's been a fucking trip (heh, blatant comma use) and I've loved every damn minute of it. You rock babe. We're nowhere near Jacquie LaVa, Donnilee, or Susan F. but I think we're getting near it ;-) .... or not.... Lauren: We do rock! Hehehehe This one's been in the works for a while- far from a masterpiece... but it's pretty damn good I'd say! Thanks for all the yelling, screaming, and hair pulling when I was procrastinating! ;) Here's to more collaborations in the future babe!