From: Nicole Baker Date: Fri, 17 Dec 1999 21:55:11 -0800 (PST) Subject: xfc: Fanfic: Flirting (NC-17), part 1/1 Source: xfc From: Nicole Baker Title: Flirting Author: Diana Fowley Email: agtdianafowley@yahoo.com Feedback: Yes, please. Rating: NC 17 Archive: Xemplary, yes, anywhere else let me know . Notes: Thank you to my beta readers Jennie, Tracy, and Summer. You guys were wonderful! Summary: This story is in response to the following fanfic challenge: I want to see a story where mulder is the one reluctant to start the relationship not scully. scully is ready and is pushing mulder but he has cold feet, either an omniscent POV or Scully POV. Flirting by Diana Fowley I don't know how to flirt. I never learned. Flirting one of those things that would have been nice to know how to do in high school but was not really all that vital to my existence. To tell you the truth I really wasn't that interested in boys in high school. My goal was to get into a good college. I had my share of dates but was never the one who initiated the conversations. I also never sat at home on Saturday nights wishing I was on a date. Having a boyfriend was nowhere near to top of my priority list back then. Flirting wasn't a skill I cried myself to sleep at night wishing I possessed. Then came college. To me going to college without any pesky romantic attachments always seemed like the best course of action. I dated Marcus for most of that summer but we were never officially "together," so leaving him in August was not the emotionally laden spectacle that some of my friends were faced with. Long distance relationships, especially between two college freshmen, never work out. Anyway, knowing how to flirt would have come handy in college. Fortunately my goal in college was just a slightly modified version of my high school goal. I wanted to get into a good medical school. Therefore, studies definitely ranked higher on my priority list than boys. I never understood the girls who's goal in college was to obtain their "MRS. degree". To me that seemed like such a waste of time, especially for me. Seeing as I had no idea how to get a guy to notice me or what I'd say to him when he finally did. Needless to say, I spent many a Friday and Saturday night sitting in the corner of fraternity parties watching all of my good friends grind against guys they managed to pick up within five minutes of their arrival. I was always amazed at how fast they moved. Most of the time I just drank and observed, terrified that some drunk frat boy would try to speak to me. Occasionally I would make the rounds, talking to my sorority sisters (yes, I was in a sorority. It was a good time and seldom interfered with my studies). I however, would never, ever approach a guy and start a conversation. My friends, of course, seeing my dilemma would offer lessons and strategies that had worked for them in the past. But I wasn't interested in simply "getting a guy" for the night. It wasn't my number one priority and it took, in my opinion, too much effort. I did date, I'm not totally inexperienced, but I never let a relationship become my priority. So, my college years passed with me gaining slightly more experience than my high school years had afforded me. Unfortunately I made little to no progress in the area of flirting. Next was med. school. Four years of long lectures, large books, and no sleep. Another fours years with no idea of how to get a guy to notice me. This was very unfortunate considering most of the guys I met were going to one day be successful doctors. It was during this time that I realized I would probably never get married. I know I was young, but the majority of the students in my class were married already. On top of that I was certain that I had never even been in love. These years marked my ultimate dating dry spell. I had to turn down many of the men who would, for some unknown reason, show interest in me, in favor of a late night study session. When I would finally take a break and join my classmates at the bars, it was like the frat parties all over again. I would sit at the bar nursing my drink, while everyone else would pull some random guy to the dance floor and many times, back to their apartments. I know how pathetic I must sound. My dance card was never full but I did have my moments of fun. I had a few wild dances with wonderfully attractive strangers who would try to lure me back to their place in hopes momentary sexual gratification, and that's all it ever was. It was never intiated by me. The years following the academy marked my independent stage. I was living alone in a strange town, with few friends. I had to find ways to entertain myself on those lonely weekend nights. I tried bars and singles clubs with about as much success as I had with my previous attempts. I always ended up sitting in a corner, watched women pull men to the dance floor. I wished I had whatever skill it was that they possessed. How did they learn to do it? Flirt, I mean. Did I miss reading about it in my junior high health book? Was I absent the day they taught it? Was I in the bathroom when then sat down with all the girls and let them know exactly what to do, how to act and what to say to get the attention of a man in "that way"? I guess I would never know. I was soon assigned to work with Special Agent Fox Mulder, and oh my god, I never mourned my inability to flirt more than that day I walked into his office. He was glorious. He was definitely the most attractive man I have ever met. His mind and body, heart and soul all combined to radiate this intoxicating attractiveness, and I had no idea what to do about it. Then the one thing that I feared most in my life happened. It was the one thing I wasn't prepared to deal with. As we started working together more and more, he stared flirting with me! It was awful and wonderful at the same time. I loved the fact that he seemed interested in me in that way, but totally perplexed on how to proceed. What was I supposed to do, to say, to let him know that I was also interested in him. When I did the only thing I knew to do, nothing; he seemed to back off. I guess he was just testing the waters, seeing how I would react to his flirting. When I didn't, I guess the message came across loud and clear: I'm not interested, back off. That was exactly opposite of what I wanted to say, or yell from the top of the Hoover building. God, how I hated myself for that. I know that if I had been able to flirt with him, something would have happened between us in those early days. I wanted that; I wanted him, so badly. I was very happy, though, that he never backed off completely, maybe the unspoken communication thing between us is true after all. I was still subjected to innuendo after innuendo which, not having a better response to, I ignored. Every once in a while I would think of something lame to say, that usually stopped him cold and kept him quiet for a couple of days. Nothing I ever said had the desired effect. I wanted him to clear the desk in a single swipe and throw me down on it. I wanted him to pin me to the nearest wall/filing cabinet/door with his hard body and kissing me until I couldn't see straight. The years went by and our friendship grew. We never necessarily got closer but we depended on each other more. I gave up on meeting me, with one obvious exception that resulted in my near death and my tatoo. I and concentrated all on my energy on Mulder. I mean the X-Files. After a while I had myself convinced that this was fine. Everything was fine. My life was great. Who needed to get married and have 1.5 kids and a house with a white picket fence and a green manicured yard? Who needed a ring on their finger when I had Mulder in my life. There were times when I wished for more, I even made the mistake of telling Mulder about this one time. He made it clear that he didn't need all of those things. If he didn't need them, neither did I. All in all, I was fairly content with my life. Then came Diana. She was a splash in the face. He had lied to me. He did need the ring and the stability, he did want to settle down, or he had in the past, before the X-Files. I don't know how many nights I stayed awake wishing I had know him back then. I wish I had known him when his goals were so much like those of everyone else, back when he wanted to get out of the car. I wish I had known him at the point in his life when he would not have been content to travel all over the country with his best platonic gal-pal, chasing aliens and conspiracies. I wish I had know him when Diana knew him and wooed him. Unfortunately I would have never had a chance. I am sure Diana could have flirted the pants off of me, obviously she was able to flirt the pants off of Mulder. Actually, in the last few months my interest in Mulder has changed Since his recent, impromptu brain surgery I have more desperately wanted things between us to shift. I want Mulder and I finally become something more than just partners, just friends. I want us to be together, and I think he wants it too. What evidence do I have? Well, besides the flirting (on his part, of course) there is the kiss. The New Year's Eve kiss that was definitely not a platonic gal-pal kind of kiss. It was Mulder taking a huge step toward moving our relationship to the next level kiss, which was good. The bad thing was that the kiss definitely launched the proverbial ball into my court, and judging my the immensely lame things I said to him immediatly following the kiss, I was not starting out on the right foot. . Well, after of week of trying to figure out what exactly to do to let Mulder know that I want what he wants, I came up with a plan. Actually I came up with two plans. My first plan was to be straightforward with Mulder. Just sit him down and tell him that I want him. Tell him that I have wanted him ever since I walked into his office seven years ago. Then attacking him and throwing him on the desk or pinning him to the wall/filing cabinet/door and kissing him until he can't walk straight. The problem with the first plan is that it terrifies me to be that forward with my emotions. What if I was wrong about the kiss? What if is was just friendly? What if he doesn't was things to change? Because of those eventualities I developed a second plan. This plan terrified me as much as the first but would nudge the ball back into Mulder's court. I was going to have to buck it up and try flirting with him. It was really my only option. If only I knew what to do. Then I figured. How hard can it be, really? I mean maybe I hadn't just really tried hard enough before. I was a special agent with the FBI and a medical doctor. I should be able to figure out how to flirt with my partner. So on our last case, I gave it my best attempt, I really did. I batted my eyes and touched Mulder a whole lot more than ever before. I even ran my fingers along the crisp lines of his lapels as I asked him very nicely to look for a non-supernatural reason for a recent strain of bizarre killings. I don't think it worked, however. Mulder just kept giving me strange looks for the rest of case, strange, confused looks. He obviously didn't know what had gotten into me. I suppose after seven years of me ignoring his innuendos, attempting to flirt with him must seem strange. Either that or another eye was growing out of my forehead. When we got back in the car we rode in silence. Since I had pretty much made a fool out of my self in the hospital, I wasn't about to start a conversation. It was killing me though, not to know what he thought about what I had done, what he thought about me. After a while, he cleared his throat and said, "Uh, Scully? What exactly was going on back there." God, I really must have been awful if he couldn't even tell what I was trying to do! There was still hope, maybe he wanted to talk about the case, "You mean about the case?" He flashed me a quick smile, then turned his eyes back to the road before he said, "No, with you. What's gotten into you, Scully?" I was really embarrassed now. I could feel the color rising to my cheeks. I dropped my head so my hair could conceal it. I wanted to die, until I felt his strong hand kneading my shoulder. "Don't get me wrong, Scully," he began, amusement evident in his voice. "I liked it, it was just unexpected." Back up...What did he say? He liked it? Before I could respond, he continued, "You've just never done that before Scully. Usually I 'm the one.....I guess I just figured that.....well, that you weren't interested in me....in that way..." I finally looked up from my lap and turned my head toward him slightly. "You liked it, huh?" He kept his eyes on the road but smiled and said, "Yeah, Scully, yeah I did." Then the smile faded and he continued, "I just don't know what to make of it." "Maybe, I didn't mean anything by it," I teased. He looked at me and I continued, "Or maybe not, what do you think, Mulder? You know I love to hear your theories." Hey, that wasn't bad. "Scully," he said in a tone so serious it scared me. "I don't know what you meant, you'll have to tell me. I just know that now is not the right time for anything to happen between us." Not the right time? What the hell? He flirts with me for the past seven years, he kisses me and then he decides that it's 'not the right time'? Then he makes the mistake of continuing, "Scully, I just assumed you felt the same way, that's why I didn't stop teasing you and throwing innuendos your direction, I knew you wouldn't take them seriously. At least I didn't think you would...." "Stop, Mulder. Stop it now. You have no idea how I feel or what I feel. You have no right to assume that just because I didn't respond to all of your junior high remarks that they didn't have any effect on me! Do you want to know how I feel? Will that make you stop with your games? Fine, I have wanted you for the past seven years, Mulder. I have wanted you so badly. Every time you flirted with me I would want you even more. And I wanted to tell you or find some way to let you know, but I didn't know what to say or what to do. Finally, after....after the kiss, I got up enough nerve to try to flirt back with you and this is what happens. Fine. That's just fine, Mulder. I knew this was a bad idea..." I trailed off, all the anger gone with my rant, but the pain still there. It was fine, I rationalized. I was wrong. He didn't feel the same way. That's fine, I'm fine. After a few minutes of uncomfortable silence, I felt the car slow and I looked out the window to see Mulder pulling off the highway. I finally turned to look at him and said, "Why the hell are we stopping Mulder?" He looked on the verge of tears, "Because we need to talk." "No," I insisted, "I think we've talked quite enough." "Scully," he said, in barely a whisper as he reached over to touch me. I let him run his fingers across my face but wouldn't let myself react. When I finally looked him the eyes I found the same thing I saw on New Year's Eve and many times before. I saw desire and love. "Why did you do it Mulder? Why did you say those things?" "Because, I didn't know how badly my innuendos would hurt you. Because I know I don't deserve you. You shocked the hell out of me back there, Scully. I truly had no idea how you felt." I smiled and leaned into his caress, "I'm sorry too, Mulder. Sorry you didn't know how I felt. Sorry I didn't let you know seven years ago, and sorry I kind of sprung all that on you. I just....I just didn't know how else to respond. I swore off flirting with men years ago, I guess I should have stuck to that." Mulder laughed, I smiled. Then his hand slid around the back of my head and drew me forward until my head rested against his. "Are we okay?" he asked. "Yeah," I said. Then he pulled back. "Okay," he whispered as he place a gentle kiss on my lips. I smiled against him and then moved back into my seat. Once we were both resituated in our seats, he returned to the highway. This time the silence was more comfortable. I felt good, lighter. I was still a little embarrassed but at the same time glad that he knew how I felt. I was glad that the ball was once again in his court. I didn't need that pressure. After a while, he once again broke the silence, "Scully?" "Yes?" "Did you mean what you said?" "About what?" "About wanting me?" "Mulder...." "You don't have to answer if you don't......" "Yes." "Really?" he said in shock. "Yes." "Oh." The silence continued for a while longer then he spoke again, "Did you ever, you know, think about me?" "Think about you?" "Yeah, Scully, think about me, you know...in that way?" "Do you mean 'did I ever fantasize about you'?" "I guess....yeah, that's what I meant." This conversation was definitely verging on dangerous territory, but the entire night had been pretty dangerous so I said, "Yes, Mulder, all the time." "God," he said, his breath catching in this throat. The silence returned, but this time it was punctuated by Mulder's increased breathing rate. This conversation was turning him on. I couldn't believe it, so I looked over at him as saw all the evidence I needed. His face was flushed, he had loosened his tie, his chest was rising and falling in an increasingly higher rate, and I could see a slight buldge forming in his tailored pants, and it seemed to be growing before my eyes. "See something you like Scully?" he said. I snapped my eyes from his lap and locked them with his. He was turned on, I could see the desire in his eyes. God, I wanted him. I wanted him so badly at the moment, it was all I could do to keep my hands to myself. Then I thought, why should I? Why should I restrain myself. I know he wants me. The evidence is right there in front of me. Besides, it must be uncomfortable for him to have to drive like that. "Mulder," I finally said, "let me give you a hand." Before he had a chance to protest, I had raised the armrest and was rubbing him through his pants. He cried out and nearly lost control of the car when I touched him, but didn't protest. Good. I was sick of his lame excuses anyway. I continued to fondle him through his pants until his started to squirm even more. Then, with one hand I managed to unbuckle his belt and get his zipper down. When skin met skin, he finally started to protest. "Scully, ummm, Scully, you got to stop." "No, Mulder," I replied. "I don't want to. Besides, it must be hard to drive in your condition. I am just trying to help you out." "Giving me a helping hand, Scully?" I laughed, "Something like that, although, I wasn't planning on just using my hand." He groaned but didn't protest, instead he said, "Is this one of your fantasies, Scully?" God, he was good. This was something I had wanted to do for a long time, but I wasn't about to give him the satisfaction of knowing he was right. So, I said, "Shut up and drive, Mulder." I again thought we were going to have an accident as I lowered my mouth over him, but he quickly regained control. We would swerve occasionally as I would concentrate on a particularly sensitive area but for the most part he drove remarkable well considering. I continued to lick and suck. I know I was driving him crazy. The feeling was mutual. For years I had wanted to take him in my mouth. I wanted to taste him. I wanted that control. In a relatively short amount of time I had him on the edge. Being the gentleman he was he tried to warn me and pull my head away, but I wouldn't budge. When he came he howled my name. I did my best to clean him up before I redressed him. When I sat up I notice that the car was stopped. I had no idea when he pulled to the side of the road, but judging by the strength of his orgasm I say it was a good idea. I looked at him and his eyes were closed and his head was against the back of the seat. When he finally looked at me he smiled and said, "Scully....that was...." a wave of his hand finished his the sentence. I smiled back at him, "I'm glad you enjoyed it." Then he said the words I had longed to hear from him, "Scully, let's go back to your place and try out some of your other fantasies." "I thought you'd never ask." The rest of the trip to my apartment was a blur. Actually the rest of that night was a blur. There was kissing and biting and clawing and screaming. When I woke up in the morning sticky and sweaty and surrounded by Mulder, I laughed. I couldn't help it. I was just so happy. . Mulder squeezed me closer to him and said, "Would you like to share with the class?" "I just feel so happy and lucky." "Because we finally did this? Because we are finally together?" "No," I said, stifling a giggle. "Because I never have to worry about flirting with another man, ever again." Before I knew it, I was being pummelled with one of my feather pillows, and punished with the most intense kisses of my life. The End Send feedback to agtdianafowley@yahoo.com ===== AIM: xflznicole "Email is for geeks and pedaphiles." 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