From: Jodie Palmer Date: Wed, 11 Oct 2000 17:32:02 -0400 (EDT) Subject: fanfic submissions Source: direct TITLE: Draught Exclusion AUTHOR: Ducky FEEDBACK: ducky1013@xoommail.com My name is Jodie, but you can call me Ducky. It lends intrigue to my character. CLASSIFICATION: MSR RATING: R SPOILERS: None. This story doesn't really have an actual place on the X-Files timeline, but Mulder and Scully have the same gorgeous hairstyles they had during Season five. ARCHIVE: Do whatever you want. Just ask me first and make sure you include my name and all that crap. DISCLAIMER: These characters are not mine, they belong to some kind of governmental conspiracy . . . I don't know, I'm just making it up! No money is being made either. Hell, if you could get paid for fantasising about Mulder and Scully, I'd be making fucking millions! AUTHOR'S NOTES: This is a sequel to "Retaining the Crevice". Well, actually, it's not really a sequel, it's more of an accompanying piece. You don't have to read "Crevice" before you read this one, but if you haven't read it yet, it might be nice to find out Scully's version of the story. Just wanna say a big "Thank you" to Carpet for beta and LOTS of ideas. Good luck in Manchester. I'll miss ya babe! X SUMMARY: A weak and vulnerable Mulder seeks refuge . . . "Draught Exclusion" By Ducky. He slept soundly for the first time in what felt like years. For once, he was in a place where he felt extremely comfortable and safe. Mulder could smell her. She surrounded him. He almost couldn't breathe. All he could do was inhale her. She was his air now. All he wanted to do was breathe her in, and that's all he did. Even though he was asleep, he could detect the emanation of Scully's body. Pressing his face into her pillow felt nearly as good as pressing his face against her naked skin earlier that night. She had entrapped him then as she entrapped him now. Before, he was confined by walls he had built himself, shutting him off from everybody else. Tonight, Scully had not only broken down those walls for good, but she had erected new ones. Mulder had taken refuge within new walls. Scully was his fortress. But now, as he began to slowly awaken, he became aware of a different forcefield that encircled him. The same one he had focused on during his slumber. That smell. Enclosing his body was the most beautiful scent. At first, he could not put his finger on it. But as he slowly opened his eyes, he became conscious of Scully's bed. Each part of the bed was symbolic to him. To them. The pillows that had supported their heads as they were thrown back in passion. The sheets that she had grabbed in her tightened fist as her whole body tightened with it. The mattress that would surely need to be replaced after tonight's events. The headboard that he had clutched with one hand while the other had embraced Scully's fatigued body below his own. The comforter that he had wrapped around them both in post coition. Then he heard it. "Mulder?" It was so quiet, barely a whisper. Scully's voice touched him in ways he could never have imagined. The cry that escaped her throat as her orgasm closed had brought a tear to his eye then, as it did now. That's how all this started. A tear. He had started crying in the office that morning for no reason at all. When she comforted him, he had kissed her. Ashamed, he had apologised and fled. He had returned to her apartment later that evening to try to explain himself. He didn't get very far, though. He just kissed her again and told her how much he loved her and how he couldn't take it anymore. It broke his heart when she lashed out at him. Mulder cursed himself for being so impulsive. But he was not going to let her get away. He loved her more than anything and he was determined to show her that. She made his world complete when she succumbed to her feelings and confessed that she loved him too. But to make love to her was absolute bliss. Tasting her skin, feeling her body. He had surrendered to her. The walls had finally come down. The only thing surrounding him now was Scully. Physically, she was incredible, but emotionally, she was just phenomenal. He was so captivated by her scent, that he had not realised he was asleep. That is until he felt Scully's hands on his back, tracing little patterns along his skin. It felt like a gentle breeze. A soft current of wind blowing against his cooling body. When her fingertips disappeared, he was disappointed. "Don't stop," he said, lazily. "How long have you been awake?" asked Scully. "Long enough to catch you in the act." Mulder finally opened his eyes and saw the vision of beauty before him. "C'mere, you." She wrapped her arm around his stomach, resting her head against him. He kissed the top of her head, smelling her once again, filling his head with the beautiful aroma. "Mulder, I love you." Scully said, quietly. She kissed his chest. He closed his eyes and smiled to himself. [She loves me] "I know," he replied. He had always wanted her to love him. On some level, he knew she did. But there was always the notion that he would end up alone. He didn't want to assume anything. His reply was that of an unconscious belief that Scully loved him. "I love you too, Scully." Scully rolled over so that she was on top of him and kissed him deeply, lapping her tongue against his. He ran his hands slowly up the backs of her thighs, over her smooth ass and rested them on her hips. He felt the vibrations of her voice in his mouth as she moaned. Just as before, he allowed Scully to build another fortress around his prone body. The End. (13th Jun 2000) "Mulder, I wouldn't put myself on the line for anybody but you." -Scully, Tooms Are you into S&M? 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