From: Kelli Rocherolle Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative Subject: "And the Thunder Summoned" by Wizard Date: Tue, 8 Aug 95 21:02:40 -0500 Here's another story i'm posting for Wizard. Feel free to send any comments to me at KELLI176@delphi.com or XMSU55A@prodigy.com and i'll forward them along. ***************************************************************************** The "X Files" and all characters herein are sole property of Ten Thirteen Productions in association with FOX Television. A subsidiary of ConHugeCo. WARNING: Steamy, mildly sexy with a touch of sparkling effervesance. [PG] ***************************************************************************** "And The Thunder Summoned..." It was a rainy Friday afternoon. They dropped her car off at the shop and he drove her home. In a sudden fit a tradition, Mulder got out of the car and opened the door for her. She thought it a bit odd, but since it was raining and there was only one umbrella, she wrote it off as practicality. He stood there, shivering in the cold, holding the umbrella over her head. He looked like a little lost puppy. Scully smiled, "Do you want some coffee?" Mulder smiled back, folded the umbrella, and they entered her apartment. Mulder watched Scully in the kitchen, readying the coffee. Actually, he was watching her skirt swish back and forth across her legs as she moved. It was the short black skirt that she wore with a white silk blouse on a rare occasion. The last time was... Seventeen days ago, he thought. Mulder was checking her out again. He had a fascination with her skirt. So she used it sparingly. Mulder moved into the kitchen, feeling a bit awkward. He didn't mind if she saw him looking at her... as long as he planned it that way. "Need any help?" Scully shook her head, "Nope. It'll just be a few minutes." She leaned against the table, listening to the sound of the rain, the coffee brewing, her partner's movements. Mulder picked up the coffee canister and read the label. "I'm thinking about cutting down on foods that require warning labels." He looked sideways at her. She smiled. There was something... happening... between them, that she couldn't quite put her finger on. The air seemed thicker somehow, everything moved slower. Why isn't the coffee done yet? she wondered. He leaned against the counter, within arms reach of her as she sat up on the kitchen table. She looked so... "What?" Scully insisted. "What 'What?'" "You're looking at me as if you know something that I don't." "I know *lots* of things that you don't." Damn him for making a snide remark sounded completely sexual. Mulder held her gaze. It was one of those long moments, almost like a lion stalking it's prey. The eyes lock. There's a moment that you could escape... but those eyes. She can't stop looking into those eyes. He took at step toward her. Inches away, his slacks just barely brushed against her knees. A thin trace of silk stocking and gabardine separated them. Mulder saw her breathing... alter. Maybe his did too. All he could hear was the rain beating down on the roof and his heart pounding through his chest. He couldn't stop drowning in those ocean blue eyes. "You look like a school girl." Scully said nothing, willing him to stop. Wanting to hear more. "The girl who's always so polished, so perfect. She sits in the front row and makes the good grades. Never doing anything dangerous, just following the rules. But she wants to be bad." Lightening strikes. Thunder rumbles. "There's a boy. He always sits in the parking lot waiting for class to let out. He wants to see her; to catch a glimpse of her as she walks to the bus. Wearing her nice white shirt and her little black skirt." Mulder's hand brushed the hem of her skirt. Scully was aware of every move he made. She knew what he was doing but felt powerless. And compelled. "He was dangerous and wild. She was stable, placid... That's why he's drawn to her. He follows the bus, follows her home, and watches as she disappears into the house." Lightening and thunder deliver their blows; the electricity goes out. Silhouetted by moonlight, they gazed upon each other. It was so quiet. "He sneaks into the house from the back door. Steals himself upstairs." Pause. "And she's waiting for him..." Mulder rested his hands lightly on Scully's legs. Just under the hem. He leaned forward and whispered into her ear. "Because her parents don't get home for two hours." She shuddered. One hand remained at her hem, while the other moved to her neck, just beneath her ear. She couldn't move, she couldn't speak. Powerless. He leaned forward, looking into her clear, crystal blue eyes. Thinking about finally being able to touch those magnificent lips-- The phone rang. And the spell was broken. Scully delicately pushed Mulder away from her, hopped off of the table, and moved to the phone. "Hello? Mom..." Mulder thought it telling that Scully's posture straightened in response to her mother's voice. "I dropped it of at the garage this afternoon." Beat. "No, Mulder's here." Beat. "Okay...?" Without looking at him, she reached out and offered Mulder the phone. Mulder took it, making a point to brush against her fingertips in the process. "Hi Mrs. Scully..." Mulder grinned. "Who me?" Pause. "Okay, talk to you later." He hung up, still wearing a slight grin. Scully is curious, even more so since it seems as if Mulder and her mother had some secret. "What did she say?" Scully asked, sounding diminutive. Mulder looked unswervingly into her eyes, "She said, 'Whatever you're doing to her, it sounds like it's working.'" A lovely pink hue began to creep across her face. Mulder thought it so sweet, so endearing. He'd give everything just to touch her face. So many expressions he's seen on that fair, china doll face. Anger. Pain. Hurt. Compassion. So much compassion. It almost hurt to look at her, so far across the room. His chest started to ache. Scully willed herself to look away from him, to no avail. His smile faded and he gazed at her, fascinated, with those puppy dog eyes. Eyes that brought out the mother in her. Eyes that said, "Hold me." Scully took the phone off the hook. Mulder locked the door. The lightening beseeched. And the thunder summoned.