From: "Trifan Incognito" Date: Wed, 26 Apr 2000 22:26:26 MDT Subject: my fanfic (precious moments) Source: direct TITLE: all things considered AUTHOR: Trifan (trifan_incognito@hotmail.com) RATING: NC-17 (no one younger please!) CLASSIFICATION: MSR, light smut (okay, I'm human) SPOILERS: It's a post "all things"...use your judgement. SUMMARY: What happened between the couch and the hair fixing in the bathroom teaser... DISCLAIMER: They aren't mine, don't own any rights...just wanted to play around a bit with 'em. They continue to be the property of Chris Carter, Fox and 1013 productions. ARCHIVE: anywhere, just let me know ======================================================= He woke up to the soft clinking of dishes. The faint light from the kitchen seeped into the room, gently illuminating the area with a soft glow. He made his way out to see Scully drying off their cups from a short while ago. "Are you trying to impress me with some show of domesticity?" She gave him a light-hearted grin. "You could've impressed me by being out here a few minutes ago, in time to dry." "Ahh...I usually don't even bother with washing them, I just throw 'em away and buy more." It was an easy, light moment shared between two friends. He was standing there in his pyjama bottoms and bare feet, leaning against the counter watching her. Everything about her was incredible to him. She never ceased to amaze him. Her revelations earlier in the evening had left an afterglow etched on his soul. She rarely shared things. But when she did, it was worth the wait. She hung up her towel and turned to face him. For one panicked moment he thought she was going to leave. Maybe she had been. "We never did finish our talk. You feel asleep on me." She smiled, only slightly embarrassed. There he was, standing in front of her, nothing covering his chest. Her mind catalogued his scars, a trail of their lives together. Maybe it was the late hour. Maybe it was the introspective way she'd been feeling over the last few days. Maybe she'd just always wanted to do it. She could never really be sure why she did what she did, but she found her hand suddenly on his chest, her fingers gently running over the scar on his left shoulder, the one she'd given him forever ago. Truth be told, she wasn't even aware that her hand was there, her mind was lost in another time. A hand closed over hers shocking her back to the kitchen. She suddenly realized where she was and where she had been. She also knew with a certainty that he knew as well. She looked at her hand under his, feeling very much like she was caught in a trap. She met his eyes with an embarrassed realization. "It doesn't hurt much anymore," he whispered. Her wonder at her own actions grew. Instead of taking her hand away as perhaps she'd have done another time, she left it under his, still allowing her fingers to trace the dull circle it made. She was mesmerized by it. It took her back to a time of growth for her. Her innocence had been pushed aside in the wake of knowledge. "What is it you want Scully?" he whispered. He was searching her eyes, she was searching the scar. For the second time in a few days she was being asked that question. This time she knew the answer with a certainty. "I want all that I have now." When she would have drawn her hand away, he held it there. She didn't dare look up though. Too many things would change for them if she did. "You have me Scully." Her eyes snapped up involuntarily at his soft words. "Is it me you want?" His voice held expectation, desire. Shocked non-committance preceded knowing acceptance. She didn't answer. She didn't have to. Her eyes said everything he wanted to hear. The touch of her hand was no longer tentative, and no longer limiting its touch to that spot on his chest. It trailed from under his hand up to the side of his face, cupping his chin while her thumb caressed his lips. A thousand bees invading his kitchen couldn't have stopped Mulder from lowering his mouth onto hers. The warmth of the kiss surged through his body, inflamming passion in hers. She was lost in the kiss along with him. Her mind refused to think. She wanted only just to feel. *There are no coincidences* *This is what I want* They both seemed to draw life from the energy of the kiss. Either of them would have been lost without it. The world fell away in the embrace. Scully felt herself spiralling downwards, falling into something she couldn't identify, something soothing. She'd moved only inches closer towards him physically, yet somehow miles. When she opened her eyes, she was surprised to find her body was pressed up close to his. She could feel his every muscle, his every desire. Neither one of them moved. They stood together reading rapid volumes of thoughts in one another's eyes. Words were but the representatives of what they could both see there. Neither spoke. It was finally Scully who drew away. The knowing words her eyes had relayed to him left him with no doubt of her intentions. She pulled his hand to follow as they walked the distance to his room. Another time perhaps, he might have asked her if she was sure that this was what she wanted. Another time perhaps, she might not have been sure. But everything led perfectly to this time, to this action, to this culmination of energy and thought. He undressed her knowingly, almost as one would undress a child. Gently, yet with precision, their eyes continuing their gentle words of trust and love. When their lips met again, they were both naked in every sense of the word, their emotions and thoughts laid out perfectly for one another. The heat and passion of years of love flowed in their every touch. Trails of sparks were left in the wake of their fingertips. Their kisses deepened, searching. Passion consumed them both with a totality neither knew was possible. Mulder worshiped her body with his hands, with his lips. She soothed his depths with hers. When he entered her, he felt the binding of their souls, she felt the completeness of hers. Every moment in their lives had led them to this point. They reached the height of their desire together, both appreciating the rarity of their timing, as though they knew even this aspect of one another. Afterwards, they laid in a tangle of arms and legs, neither of them wanting to extricate their body from the other. He softly kissed the top of her head as it lay across his chest. They drifted off to sleep. Sometime before morning, Scully awoke. She looked over at her partner as he slept, thinking that things had changed for them both irreversibly. A fleeting thought of panic followed that. But, as she lay there watching him, she was comforted by the knowledge that whatever had brought them to this point, it was right. She moved carefully out from his embrace. She soundlessly picked up her clothing from the end of the bed and made her way into the bathroom. As she washed up and dressed, she thought about the events of the last few days. *It's funny how life has a way of making strangers into friends...and how circumstances can make friends into lovers...but there is more to it than that. The events of one's life help shape the people we are, and in turn the choices we make. Like a great circle, the choices we make open us up to new experience, and the events that shape us. How much control do we really have?* She wandered back into his bedroom and collected her jacket. She looked at the lips she'd kissed. *Maybe we have all the control in the world and yet none at all* She thought fleetingly about waking him to tell him that she was leaving. All things considered, she chose not to. ==================================== THE END AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the first piece that I've ever submitted. Please let me know if you liked it, hated it....or if I shouldn't attempt this again without a safety harness! Feedback to trifan_incognito@hotmail.com =====================================================