Date: Wed, 5 Feb 2003 22:16:02 -0000 Subject: NEW: BAS LES MASQUE Source: atxc Posting for a freind. She is a new French writer. Please send all feedback to Natalie . Thanks. Title:Bas les masques Author: Nat Rating: PG for light adult situations Spoilers: All things Summary: What I think happened that night Disclamer: Those charactors aren't mine. Notes: I wrote this just after the episode aired in France.The title means throwing of the masks .You can read it in french there: http://www.surefinewhatever.net/fanfics/abc/bas_les_masques.txt Thank you to my wonderfull beta Lisa. Feedback: Would be wonderfull. Bas les masques or (Dropping the masks) Scully opened her eyes. It took her a few seconds to realise that she wasn't home. The blanket that was covering her had fallen during her sleep, her coldness and her incomfortable position had woken her up. The night was calm, Mulder's apartment bathed in darkness. She peered at the VCR digital clock: 3:26 am. She had slept a long time. Fatigue had taken her. She couldn't remember falling asleep. Mulder had been talking. It was the last thing she remember, his soft voice and touch on her face as he pulled the Navajo throw over her shoulders. She got up, stretching her sore muscles and went to the bathroom. Mulder's door was wide open, like an invitation. She entered hesitantly. The diffused light coming through the open window highlighted his sleeping form. Scully came closer until she could distinguish the shape of his face. Relaxed, unguarded. She felt overwelmed by a wave of tenderness. She saw him in a new way. Vulnerable. She thought again what she'd said to him. What would her life would have been without him. She couldn't imagine it without feeling a great emptiness. She had refused to accept the ambiguity of her feelings for him for too long. She'd been too scared before. Scared to give up herself totally to that man she'd alreday given up so much for. Now she wasn't afraid anymore. She understood that he was her destiny, that without him, her life would be senseless. She could look into her future with serenity. She finaly knew he was part of her, a part she could not survive without. Mulder must had sensed her presence in his bedroom and turned towards her, wathching her for a moment before speaking, his voice raspy with sleep: You're awake? Going home? She didn't immediatly answer him. She came closer enough until she could immerse herself in his eyes, darkened by the shadows of the night. I'm cold. she wispered. They stared at each other like always, speaking without words. Without hesitation, Mulder drew the blankets aside, making room for her in the warmth of his bed. Scully climbed in. The bed was warm and soft, as all her senses became alert and vibrant at the proximty of his naked body , she was overcomed by his masculine scent. He was still gazing at her, so close, that she could feel his shaking breath on her face. He slipped a hesitant hand behind her neck, his fingers gently tangling in her hair. Leaning into his caress, she briefly closed her eyes, then reopened then so he could read her feelings. A light presure at the nape of her neck: he was drawing her to his lips. She felt his other arm slide under her waist, encircling her. She offered him her lips. Then they started the discovery of that unknown territory that was each other. Minds so close, stranger's bodies. Without a word from kisses to carress, from carress to kisses, they were discovering themselves. Stripping always a little more of their walls away,exploring every single patch of skin, thrilling to their touches. Finding their bodies's melody and playing it over again and again. Drawn in a world of sensations; softness of skin, fragrance of pleasure,intimate favours,velvet soft murmurs, dilated pupils. Carried away by the sweet musical crescendo of their love making, crazy rhythms, delirious, until they reached their frenzied release. Naked pleasure, bright, brillant. Feeling each others vibations. Revelling as their voices cried out together, hoarse, sensual, a cry of absolute completion,then deliciously growing numb, an exquisite moment of calm after their tempest. A last look, a last sleepy kiss, reassurances to erase any last doubts, before sleep claimed them both. Sighing their contentment into warm sated skin. Scully awoke first in the pale, early morning light. Mulder's arms still around her. An beautiful expression set on his face. Dana smiled. She enjoyed the feel of the heat radiating from his skin for a few minutes, then with a sigh, gave up the protecting cocoon of his arms. She had moved as lightly she could. It was a waste of time, as she was about to get up, a firm arm incircled her waist. Dana turned around. Hazel eyes shined brightly through the half light in a way she'd never seen before they had let down their masks. He was baring his soul before her and what she read there was almost her undoing. Moved beyond words, eyes flooded with tears, she slid again into his arms wthout breaking eye contact with his. Hi. He said gently. Hi, Mulder. You were sleeping so well.,I didn't had the heart to wake you up. He kissed her lightly on the lips. I wouldn't have liked waking up alone. He said, before kissing her more firmly. She moved aside, feeling her pleasure returning inside her , just being near to him for a few moments. Mulder, I have get back home She said,regret in her voice. She watched his face grow more intense. He swallowed with difficulty, his lips opened but no words came out. She waited,tensing that he would try again. When he spoke again , it was so quiet a murmer , she almost missed it. I love you. She felt tears pricking her eyes and tried to hide her tears by burying her face in the hollow of his neck. He was breathing heavily, and she felt his heart thumping hard against his chest. I love you too, she wispered into his ear. He squeezed her hard against his chest until his heart beat returned to normal, then opened his arms to let her go. After she'd dressed, she looked in on him and saw that he was sound asleep. Without a sound,she left his appartment.