From: Nicole Baker Date: Wed, 9 Aug 2000 22:59:01 -0700 (PDT) Subject: xfc: REPOST: The Dance, MSR Source: xfc Title: The Dance Author: Agent Diana Fowley Email: agtdianafowley@yahoo.com Category: MSR, vignette Keywords: MSR Rating: PG Spoilers: none Feedback: I need it to live. Feedback will motivate me to write a second part! Summary: A simple dance may lead to more.. Disclaimer: Mulder and Scully do not belong to me or in this story at all. I stole one scene from an awesome movie. Can you figure out what movie it is? Here's a hint: It's not the X-Files! The Dance Diana Fowley It had been a long, gruesome case. They were both exhausted. Scully tried to concentrate on the passing desert scenery in hopes distracting herself; in hopes that she would be able to rid her mind of the disturbing images of the last few weeks.. Beside her, Mulder was gently tapping the steering wheel to the beat of the music. Neither spoke, both too caught up in trying to forget. After a few hours of silence Scully finally spoke, "Mulder, there's a diner up ahead, let's pull over, I'm starving." "Think you can eat?" Scully smiled, "I think I'm ready to try. How about you?" "How long have you known me, Scully? Have I ever turned down food? You're buying, right?" Scully laughed, happy at his attempt to lighten the mood, "Sure, Mulder, I'm buying." They entered the diner in a far better mood then they had been in the car. The diner was deserted when they entered so they choose the first booth they came to. Once they were seated and had ordered, they tried to keep their conversation light, but the terrible images of this case still plagued them both. Finally Mulder spoke, "Do you want to talk about it?" Scully shook her had 'no' and continued to push a few remaining fries around her plate. "I'm fine, I just....I just need some time. I just need some time to get those children out of my mind." Scully shuttered and Mulder reached across the table and placed his hand on hers, "I can see, Scully, that this case is really bothering you. If there is anything I can do...." "Thanks Mulder," Scully said with a tight smile. "I'm good at distraction," he said in a teasing tone. Scully smiled, "After seven years together, Mulder, I know how good you are at distraction." "Well, then I guess I'm just what the doctor ordered," he said with a gleam in his eye. Scully's eyebrows shot to the sky wondering what he was up to. Before she could protest he was out of his chair and pulling her to her feet. "Hey Scully," he said. "Wanna dance?" She leaned toward him and said, "Mulder, there's no music." He laughed and pulled her into his arms, tucking her head under his chin. Then, into her hair, he whispered, "Doesn't matter," and he started humming. Scully relaxed into Mulder's embrace and they started to dance. Mulder continued to hum and guide Scully across the floor of the deserted diner. Before long, Scully had to admit that Mulder was right. He was a wonderful distraction and exactly what the had doctor ordered.. While in his strong arms, Scully forgot l about her awful experiences of the past couple of days. She was content to stay in his arms as long as he was willing to hold her. Mulder would have loved to dance with Scully for the rest of the night, for the rest of his life, but he unfortunately had to stop. "Mulder," Scully asked, her voice muffled in his chest. "Why'd you stop?" Mulder have Scully a squeeze and smoothed her hair with his hand. "I ran out of music." She giggled into his chest then pulled away. "You were right, Mulder. You're a wonderful distraction." He smiled and cupped her face, "Believe me, Scully. I enjoyed every minute of it." "Thank you, Mulder," Scully said and stood on her toes and placed a gentle kiss on Mulder's cheek. When she tired to pull back, Mulder caught her face in his hands. "Scully," he said and leaned forward and place an equally gentle kiss on her lips. Then another, and another. The gentle kisses soon grew in passion. Years of tension were released with the touch of their lips. Scully moaned when Mulder's tongue slipped into her mouth and along the smooth surface of her teeth.. Mulder growled deep in his throat as Scully pulled his hard body against her. After a few minutes, Scully grabbed Mulder's shoulder's and pushed him away. "Mulder," she gasped. "Mulder," Scully repeated. "We shouldn't have done that." "Scully, I'm sorry. I don't know what got into me. I mean it was nice but..." "This is not the right time..." Mulder smiled and nodded. Scully grabbed his hand and pulled to the car. In the car Scully couldn't get the kiss out of her head. She tried to concentrate on the passing desert scenery in hopes distracting herself; in hopes that she would forget the wonderful feeling of Mulder's lips on hers, or his strong arms around her, holding her, protecting her, comforting her. Beside her, Mulder was gently tapping the steering wheel to the beat of the music. Neither spoke, both too caught up in trying to forget the kiss they had just shared. . In the months that followed, they worked together side by side. Neither mentioned the kiss or the incident in the diner. Then, after another terribly emotional case, Mulder returned to the office to find Scully leaning over is his desk, her knuckles white from her grip on the edge. She was crying. Mulder slowly approached her from behind. He stood close enough that she could feel the heat from his body, but far enough away that his wasn't touching her. He slowly slid his arm from her hip around to her stomach. He spread his fingers and then gently pulled her back against him. She released her grip on the desk and fell against his strong chest. "Do you wanna dance?" Mulder whispered, his lips brushing her hair. "No," she quickly replied. "You sure?" "Yes," she said with a nod. "All you have to do is turn around," he stated as he pulled her tighter against him. Scully closed her eyes and brought her hand up and placed it over the had that was resting on her stomach, their fingers intertwined. "I'm sure," she said and gave his hand a squeeze. He sighed in disappointment and brushed a kiss across her hair before he took a step back, distancing himself from her. "I have to go," he said as he turned to leave. She could hear his familiar footsteps heading away from her. "Mulder," she said when she knew he was at the door. She turned to find he had stopped with his hand on the doorknob, but was still facing the door. "Mulder," she said again and he turned to face her. "Never stop asking." His eyes locked with her and a slow smiled spread across his face. The end (for now) Author's Notes: Does anyone actually read these? I do but I think I must be the only one. I actually was cleaning out my computer and came across this story so I figured I would post it. I hope you all like it. I am not opposed to writing a sequel so if you really like it let me know and I may continue it. ===== AIM: xflznicole CSM: How do you like your coffee? Scully: Unadulterated! Justice - When you get what you deserve Mercy - When you don't get what you deserve Grace - When you get what you don't deserve