From: Annette Gisby Date: Sun, 14 Mar 1999 13:01:13 -0000 Subject: NEW "Dreams Of You By Annette Gisby" (1/1)TITLE: Dreams Of You TITLE: Dreams Of You AUTHOR: Annette Gisby EMAIL:annette.gisby@which.net RATING:R? I'm not really sure, but difinitely not for children! SUMMARY: Mulder helps Scully overcome her boredom. Fluff and more fluff! You want plot? Try something else! CATEGORY:MSR/V A little bit of humour, I hope! Scully's point of view ARCHIVE: Yes, as long as my name and email stay attached. DISCLAIMER:The characters of Mulder and Scully do not belong to me, I'm just borrowing them for my own devious ends! [Insert maniacal laugh here if you like:)!] They belong to Chris Carter, 1013 Productions and Fox. DREAMS OF YOU (1/1) Mulder is staring at me again. No, he isn't staring. He's leering. What could he find to leer at? I'm wearing a boring black skirt suit, with a blouse buttoned up to the top.I lookup and our eyes meet briefly. He looks away guiltily, like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar. And he has been caught, hasn't he? Caught with look that I'd never thought I'd see directed at me. A look of pure lust. I swallow with difficulty, my mind wandering away from the expense report I'm supposed to be doing, and instead I think of him. I think of him grabbing me roughly and pushing me up against the filing cabinet. Is it getting hot in here? I fan myself with the folder in my hand, hoping Mulder hasn't noticed my flushed face, but who am I kidding? He notices everything about me. Mulder is a beautiful man. A lot of men are handsome, but Mulder is beautiful, like a classical statue. I could stare at him all day, and frequently do. When I think he's not looking. But he's always looking. It's a game we play with each other. Who'll look away first if we catch each other at it? It's Mulder more often than not. I wonder if he knows what I'm thinking when I stare at him? I fiddle with my hair, trying to get his attention, trying to get him to look at me again. I love it when he looks at me. It makes me feel in control. It makes me feel desirable, and God knows I haven't felt that in a long time. I sigh dramatically and lean back in my chair, almost falling off in the process. To land in an undignified heap on the floor was not part of my plan, but maybe it would have possibilities...Mulder bending down to help me up, leaning in close so that I could feel his breath on me. Mmm, definite possibilities. "Anyone would think you were bored, Scully," he smiles, his mouth crinkling up in the corners. God, his mouth! Mulder has a mouth made for kissing. So full and soft. Not that I have any experience, you understand, but a girl can tell these things. To feel those soft lips press down on mine, that would be a dream come true. I know we're partners, and it's frowned upon to become romantically involved with your partner, but a girl can dream can't she? I must admit, I do a lot of dreaming about Mulder, usually a very naked Mulder. I don't have a photographic memory like Mulder, but I've seen him naked enough times to let my memory fill in the blanks. "Bored? Me? How can I be bored when I have all this exciting paperwork to do?" I lift up the file I've now finished and head to the filing cabinet. As I open the drawer, I hear his chair scrape across the floor. I can sense him close behind me, his breath on the back of my neck. I shiver involuntarily. "Are you cold, Scully?" His voice is barely more than a whisper right in my ear and I shiver again. It's as though everything is in slow motion. I feel his breath on the back of my neck, and oh, ever so genly he places his lips there. I gasp in shocked surprise. My hands are shaking. How did we get here so soon? Mulder has placed his arms on either side of the filing cabinet, trapping me within the soft cage they make. I could escape if I wanted to, but do I want to? I duck down and slide underneath his arms. As I emerge, his hand grabs my wrist, gently but firmly, and he turns me round to face him. My back is up against the filing cabinet and he has his arms either side of my face. I'm looking at the middle of his chest. I don't trust myself to look him in the eye. "Were you going somewhere?" he asks, his voice husky with want. My knees feel like they're about to give way any second, and from the sound of his ragged breathing, I can tell he is feeling something too. He grips my head gently in his hands, cupping my face and tilting it up so that I have to look at him. His eyes are glassy with unshed tears. I feel my throat constrict as his lips move towards me. I close my eyes. Time seems to have stopped, waiting for that first kiss. I feel the full ripeness of his lips as they press against mine, so sweet and soft. I feel like I'm falling, falling into him. I feel my body arch instinctively towards him. God, I don't want this to end! His lips are firmer now, pressing hard against mine. He takes my bottom lip in his mouth and begins to nibble it with gentle firm bites. I don't feel any pain, only pleasure at this delightful sensation. He bites my top lip and then with his tongue he getntly salves my lips where he has bitten. I moan and thrust my tongue into his mouth. It's like an electric shock when our tongues meet and I reach up and tighten my arms around his neck, effictively pinning him against me. I feel like I'm dying. I can't believe the sensations he is causing in me. His mouth leaves mine and I immediately miss it. But not for long. His mouth is on the curve of my neck, where it joins my collar bone and I am lost. "Oh God! Mulder!" I scream as I feel the sensations wash ove me in a tidal wave. I sink to the ground in a muddled heap, a bemused and worried looking Mulder staring at me. "Scully? Are you okay? God, I'm sorry! I shouldn't have done that!" I reach out a hand to him, "Help me up, Mulder." He does and leads me over to the chair I had so recently vacated. My legs feel as rubbery and unsteady as a newborn foal's and I'm glad of his support. "What happened, Scully? Did I hurt you? Did I bite you too hard?" I try not to smile at his worried frown. He was always worrying, always blaming himslef for something or the other. He was to blame for my condition, but not in the way he thought. "How many women have you dated, Mulder?" I ask, smiling. But he doesn't understand and just shakes his head. "Don't you know what just happened to me?" I can almost hear his brain gearing up for action as he looks at me, taking in my flushed face and dishevelled features. "You mean you - you came? Just from kissing?" he sounds genuinely shocked, as if he had never encountered this before. Maybe he hadn't. "Does it feel different?" "To what? If you mean does it feel different to intercourse, I wouldn't know, as I have yet to have that pleasure." I smile devilishly at him and I know that I have finally found a way to shock Fox Mulder. "But I'm sure you can remedy that. I've had a dream about doing it against the filing cabinet." "No, Scully. It has to be special, your first time." "It will be special. I'm with you, aren't I?" I feel tears appear for no reason. Except one. I'm about to give myself to the man I love. "Okay," I croak. "This time it can be a bed, but I still have my eye on that cabinet. He helps me up and we grab our coats. At the door he pauses and looks back at our office. "You know, I had a dream that we did it on the desk," he says with a grin. I smile back and squeeze his hand. "No more dreams, Mulder." Who needs dreams when you have the real thing? END Feedback, please, please, pretty please? annette.gisby@which.net Author's notes I wrote this while my husband was away for a few days and I was missing him terribly! Does it show? I thought this would end up more explicit than it actually was, I guess I chickened out in the end! But I hope you enjoyed it anyway.