From: JadesFire1@aol.com Date: 25 Jan 1999 21:19:34 -0800 Subject: Extemporaneous Avowal of Concupiscence MSR Title: Extemporaneous Avowal of Concupiscence Author: Megs Email: JadesFire1@aol.com Rating: R Category: MSR- no romos, go away now! You're not wanted here! Keywords: Character Exploration. I am looking into Scully's irritated side (kinda) Spoilers: A minor, minor, minor one for Terms Of Endearment. Just a little reference. Summary: Mulder comes looking for a cover story, but he's not going to get one this time. Disclaimer: K, i don't own them. You all know that... please don't sue me. i have no money as it is... AUTHOR'S NOTE: I want to explain the title real fast, for those of you who aren't walking thesaurus's. Extemporaneous Avowal of Concupiscence means Spontaneous Declaration of Love. Now, some of you will ask "why didn't you just name it that?" Answer: I wanted something catchy. As a good friend told me "The title is the key; the crux." I wanted my title to catch your eye. So, she helped me come up with this great title. Ok, enough of my gibberish. Most of you -if any at all- don't care. Well, anyhow, hope you enjoy it! Extemporaneous Avowal of Concupiscence: I sigh. Not just a light sigh, but a heavy, tired one. I am finally in bed, settled and comfortable, and *of course* he comes to the door. That's right, I said he. I know it's Mulder. Who else would come to my door at-I glance at the clock-11:59 at night? Certainly not any *sane* person.... When I reach the door I look out the peep hole. Force of habit. I mean, I already know who it is. I open the door and before I can even mutter a greeting, he waltzes past me and goes into my living room. "Hi, Mulder," I say to the empty hallway and myself as I shut the door. I turn to find him starring at me like I'm one of those girls from those damn tapes he watches. I look down, noticing I am in my "Semi-revealing but just enough to make them stare" pajamas. Good to know the saleswoman didn't lie. Not like I have anyone to have look at them.... I cross my arms over my chest which seems to bring him out of his trance. He begins to pace, looking like an animal trapped in a cage. "Anything wrong Mulder?" He stops his walking and looks down at me. "Huh? Oh, nope. Nothing." He stands with his hands on his hips. I stand waiting expectantly, the same question I'd asked written on my face, but more ... irritated. I see him nod his head, as if he's suddenly come to a decision. "I need you to cover for me tomorrow, " he states. "You need me to cover for you?" He nods. "Why?" I ask. He takes a couple steps toward me and reveals a file from inside his leather jacket. Obviously he's been digging through Spender's trash again.... "A Case. An X-File. Another one Spender passed over without even a second glance. A girl in Oregon claims to be taken at night from her room every night, used as a guinea pig and then put back in her room by morning....." I've barely heard a word about the case he wants to pursue. All I hear is "I need you to cover for me" ringing in my ears. He wants me to cover for him....again. Not just again. For the billionth again! I snap out of my reverie when I realize he's still talking to me about the case. "So, will you cover for me?" he asks, when he's done spewing forlorn information at me. Normally, I could, and would have just said yes, giving it no second thought. But tonight I'm not going to just say yes. Tonight isn't normal. Things need to be said. Enough of all of this pretending like I don't care...this is going to stop here and now. "You're going to ditch me and you think I'm going to cover for you?" He looks stunned and taken aback by my asking. Good, I'm glad. About time that I had that kind of effect on him. "Well, I just assumed-" he starts, but I cut him off. "Yeah, you assumed. That's just like you, Mulder, to assume!" I blurt out. "Well, what if I want to say no? What if I don't want to cover for you this time?" "Well, I just thought that since we were partners and that you've done it before...-" "You think that just because we're partners and best friends that every time you need a cover story I'm going to jump and do it?" I'm really on a roll now, and I can see the shock and amazement in his eyes. "No! It doesn't work that way. But it has, and that's what has been wrong for the last six years. I haven't said no enough. Ditching me and leaving me to clean up your mess." Then I start to think about all the times that he has left me behind, and I want to hiss them all at him, show him how incredibly angry I've been, but I realize that there's too many of them for me to even comprehend. I decide to continue my complaints. "You take me for granted. You have ever since our partnership began. I've just been some...*thing* that you call on when you need an extra set of hands. And no matter how much I hate it, and how much it hurts when you leave me behind I do it anyway." The sharp tone I had started had died down in it's fury, showing the exterior underneath the office, everyday Dana Scully, revealing a more gentle me. My words were getting gradually softer now, and I stopped, afraid to go on. Before I can stop it, a small tear escapes from my closed eyes, but I don't make a move to brush it away. Somewhere during my ranting and raving, I moved past me just griping over covering for him. I got deeper into it, which was not part of the plan. I silently cursed myself for showing him this emotion. This wasn't about this, damn it, it was about him ditching me, but nevertheless, the tear slid down my cheek and rests at the corner of my mouth. I don't lick it away, I just let it rest there. I feel Mulder's hand gently cup my cheek, and his thumb gently wipe away my tear, and his soft, warm, lips touch the track it had made down my face. "Why?" he asks, breaking the silence that had fallen between us. I look up at him confused. "Why, what?" He takes my small hand in his much larger one and rubs my knuckles with his thumbs, and forefingers Boy, that feels good.... "Why do you do it then? Why do you cover for me time after time if you hate it so much?" He asked with a questioning, yet soothing look. I look up and into his eyes. "Because if I didn't, then there'd be no way in hell you'd ever get a chance to have the X-Files back. I mean, if you got caught doing the things you do you would have been shut down and gone a while ago. And I couldn't live with myself if I was the one who had destroyed your chance," Without caring anymore I let the tears fall like rain. I no longer have control over it, either that, or I don't want to control them. I know what's going to be said. "And ... and I care, love, and respect you too much to let that happen." Mulder's forehead creases as he reads between the lines. I know he's caught what I said, and I squeeze my eyes shut in silent desperation. "Wha ... what? What did you say?" I open my eyes and look straight into his hazel depths. "I said I love you," There, that's out, and about as blunt as I can be. Not exactly the lovey dovey way it could have been, but that's not Mulder, and it's not me either. Now everything is all on the line. Mulder's face changes expression as-what looks like relief or something close to it-washes over him. He pulls me to him, enveloping me in his strong arms. "Oh god, Scully," he murmurs into my hair. "I love you too. I have for so long." We gently pull out of our embrace, just far enough so that we can see each other's face. I want more right now, and I know he does too. I moved my hand up to rest on the back of his neck, stroking softly, letting the short hairs tickle my fingers. I slowly urge his face forward till it rests only mere millimeters from mine. I can feel his hot breath on my lips, and yearn for him to meet them with his own. It isn't long before I get my wish. His face lowers the rest of the way and he kisses me. Not too short, not too long. No tongue, but amazing all the same. We linger there, before Mulder pulls back, looks to my eyes for permission, and after getting it, moves back down and encases my lips with his in more heat and passion then one person should be able to poses, but at this moment I am thankful for all that is being unleashed inside of him. Mulder backs me up against the door and we make out like two wild teenagers. Suddenly, he pulls away. Our breathing is heavy, our faces flushed. Mulder's lips are wet and red, stung looking. Mulder brings his hands up and gently holds my face, searching my eyes and body language for a sign of what to do next. He knows I know what we both want to have happen. So, I take the initiative. I slowly begin to kiss his neck, sucking lightly. I hear him groan and he leans more against me, one hand bracing himself against the door, the other in my hair. In a few minutes I'm done with his neck and I want more flesh to be bared. I slide his jacket off his shoulders and he makes no complaint as it falls off his arms and lands in a heap on the floor. I move to pull his shirt from his pants, but his hands catch mine and stop me. I look up at him, confused. "Scully, are you sure?" I lick my lips and nod, smiling. Eyes filled with desire he lets my hands go and remove the shirt from his body. I stare in awe at the picture before me. His washboard stomach, his firm chest. I lean in and place a kiss in the middle of his chest, and another on his belly. I run my fingers up and down his sides and I hear his sharp intake of breath and feel his shudder. I look up at his face and read in this eyes that he wanted my top off as well. I go to unbutton it when once again his hands stop me. I figure he's going to ask me again if I am sure I want to do this, but I am wrong. "No," he whispers, placing my hands at my sides, "I want to do it." He begins to kiss me passionately as he unbuttons my top. I shudder as his fingers trace gently over my breasts and long for his touch again as he quickly abandons them to continue removing my shirt. Once he has the offending garment unbuttoned he stares at my bare torso, drinking me in. He dips his head and repeats what I had done to him: a kiss right in between my breasts, and another on my belly, and it's my turn to take a quick breath in. I go to shrug off the pajama top, and soon it joins the jacket and other shirt in a pile on the floor. We begin to move to the bedroom, kissing, touching, our last remnants of clothing leaving a trail to our final destination. We tumble onto my bed in a tangle of limbs, and before I know it he's inside me, thrusting, making sweet, blissful, love to me. When it's over we are laying on our sides facing one another. Mulder's hand is drawing lazy patterns on my back, my foot is rubbing on Mulder's ankle. I pull the blanket up around my shoulders tighter and snuggle up into his chest. Mulder wraps his arms around my naked waist and hugs me to him. I yawn. "Go to sleep Scully," he whispers into my hair, "it's late." Sleep ... boy that sounds good.... "Will you sleep, too?" I ask, closing my eyes and burying myself deeper into his chest, his warmth. "Better then I have in all my life." "Good," I smile." Night, Mulder. I love you." "Good night, Scully. I love you too." E*N*D Sucked, huh?? I knew it. Well, Feedback is desired, but not required. (brownie points if anyone can say what movie I ripped that from..... even though i changed the words around. :) Should I make a sequel?? I have a few ideas floating around up here in this dusty attic I call a brain.