From math.ohio-state.edu!cs.utexas.edu!howland.reston.ans.net!vixen.cso.uiuc.edu!newsfeed.internetmci.com!in1.uu.net!fu-berlin.de!news.belwue.de!news.uni-stuttgart.de!not-for-mail Mon Jul 8 09:42:31 1996 Article: 20973 of alt.tv.x-files.creative Path: math.ohio-state.edu!cs.utexas.edu!howland.reston.ans.net!vixen.cso.uiuc.edu!newsfeed.internetmci.com!in1.uu.net!fu-berlin.de!news.belwue.de!news.uni-stuttgart.de!not-for-mail From: trevizo@utep.edu (Gil Trevizo) Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative Subject: NEW: Hearts Together (1/1) *NC-17* (fwd) Message-ID: Date: 6 Jul 96 03:42:38 GMT Sender: trevizo@utep.edu MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII Lines: 584 Status: RO I DID NOT WRITE THIS - I am the administrator for the x-files-fanfic mailing list and am posting this story for a subscriber. For information on subscribing to the x-files-fanfic mailing list, go to . Please send all comments to the author at . xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Hi to all! I've been reading the stories in this newsgroup for quite a while and have thoroughly enjoyed them. *Many* thanks to everyone who contributes here. : ) I have finally gotten brave enough to post one of my own stories. I hope you like it! Comments and feedback are welcome. I can be reached at: Soul Print@aol.com. **COPYRIGHT STUFF AND DISCLAIMER** The following story is based on characters owned and copyrighted by Ten Thirteen Productions, Fox Broadcasting, and the "C-Man" himself, Chris Carter. Used without permission - no copyright infringement intended. **Warning** Mulder/Scully romance ahead! This story is based on the (IMHO) "oughta-be-reality" of Mulder and Scully being involved in a relationship other than platonic. Lots of romance but rated NC-17 for sexual situations and that kind of stuff. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Special Agent Dana Scully leaned back in her chair, closing her eyes with a soft sigh. The paperwork she was struggling to complete for the last case she and Mulder had finished seemed to go on endlessly. Massaging the back of her neck, Scully opened her eyes and looked slowly around the small office. It was so empty and quiet with Mulder gone. He had flown to San Francisco more than a week ago at the request of federal agents there who were working on a string of murder cases. It had begun to appear that the murders were related; similar M.O.'s in each case pointed to the likelihood of a serial killer and Mulder was considered to be the Bureau's best at understanding the psychopathic mind of a criminal. As the agents in San Francisco had struggled to pull the leads in the case together, they called and requested assistance from Mulder in the hope that he would be able to help them track the killer. Mulder had accepted the assignment with some hesitation, discussing his mixed feelings about going at dinner with Scully the night before he left. They had been been enjoying a quiet dinner together when Mulder turned the conversation to the assignment at hand. Scully had been thrilled for him to have been chosen and saw this case as an opportunity for him to shrug off some of the "Spooky Mulder" reputation that seemed to follow him everywhere. "Mulder, I think it's wonderful!" she had said when he relayed the news to her. "It's about time they quit riding you for your dedication to the X-Files and started realizing just how valuable you are!" Mulder had grinned back at her, his excitement at being chosen for this case evident in his smile. They held each other's eyes for a long moment, neither wanting to break the special communication that passed between them. "There is one thing that bothers me, though..." Mulder murmured, breaking the silence as his eyes looked at her intently. Scully studied his face carefully, a brief look of worry coming to her eyes. She leaned forward to cover his hand gently with hers. "What Mulder?" she asked with concern. "What bothers you about this?" She sucked in her breath then as Mulder's eyes darkened passionately and he leaned sensually toward her until they were almost touching nose-to-nose. "I don't know how I'll be able to stand being away from you for so long..." He raised his arm and ever so gently began to stroke her cheek with the back of his hand. Scully's pulse raced at the warm touch of his fingers against her skin. Her lips parted slightly and she moistened them with just the tip of her tongue. Mulder's eyes followed her movements and then returned to look deeply into her eyes again. "I'll miss your warm body next to mine..." he continued huskily. "The incredibly sexy way you look when you first wake up in the morning..." His fingers moved to entertwine with the hand Scully was still holding gently over his and he slowly raised her hand to his lips. Never taking his eyes off of her, Mulder began to place gentle kisses in the palm of her hand, punctuating each kiss with his words. "I'll miss the passion that we share..." his voice was almost a whisper now, his eyes narrowing as he lost himself in his expression of love for her. "I'll miss the way you talk to me...the things that you say and the places you take me to..." Scully gasped at the erotic sensations Mulder was creating within her and she felt the familiar white heat begin to course through her veins. Her eyes closed briefly and Mulder could have sworn he heard a small whimper escape her lips. Scully opened her eyes again, clearly caught off-guard by this onslaught of passion. "Mu...Mulder..."she stammered, tugging gently to release her hand from his. He let go of her then, his eyes smiling at her teasingly as she struggled to find her balance and regain her composure. He watched in amusement as Scully carefully placed both hands in her lap and took a deep breath to calm her ragged breathing. She looked up to see him smiling at her - teasing her - his eyes full of adoration and love. "He's having way too much fun with this." she thought, smiling shyly back at him. "He knows *exactly* what kind of effect he's having on me." Her smile deepened then as she decided that two could play this game and she began to scoot closer to him in the booth. When Scully was close enough to him that she could whisper in his ear, she leaned into him seductively and casually let one hand fall under the table, resting it on his thigh. "I'll miss you too, Mulder." she breathed into his ear as her fingers ran over the length of his leg from hip to knee under the table. "I'll miss sleeping curled up next to your warm, sexy body...and being able to reach for you in the night." It was Mulder's turn to feel the liquid heat igniting in his veins everywhere Scully's delicate fingers touched. He bit his lip to stiffle a groan as her fingers found the evidence of his arousal for her and she began to stroke him through the fabric of his trousers. "I'll miss the way you smell, the way you taste...the passion that I feel in your arms." She smiled a slow, seductive smile as she felt his ardor incresase. Mulder's eyes locked with hers and the rising need that Scully saw there made her own pulse begin to race. She tried to suppress a tiny smile as she gazed back at him. "You okay, Mulder?" she asked innocently, her voice purring in his ear. "You look...um...distracted." Mulder could only nod mutely in response, then burst out laughing. "Okay, okay - truce!" he begged, holding up his hands in mock surrender. He leaned down to give Scully a quick kiss, admonishing her at the same time, "I have to be able to *walk* out of here, ya know!" Scully giggled in response, looking up at him and batting her eyelashes coyly. "I would like to point out, Agent Mulder," Scully began, trying desperately to sound convincing, "That *you* started this!" Mulder shook his head as he put his arm around her and pulled her close to him. "Not true..." he replied, his finger tracing small circles on Scully's collarbone. She shivered against the erotic touch and Mulder continued, lowering his head to whisper in her ear, "You were sitting there looking good enough to *eat*..." he chuckled at her gasp and continued "This was the best I could do in a public place, Scully." Scully leaned fully against him, giving a small sigh of surrender. "I love you so much, Mulder." she said softly as a tiny smile played across her lips. "But you *are* incorrigible." Mulder laughed huskily in return and kissed the side of her neck before responding, That's true Scully... and I'm comfortable there." They both laughed then and Scully looked up at him with that special smile. The smile that she saved just for him...the one that always melted his heart. "We should probably get going." she said softly, a tinge of regret in her voice. "It's getting late and we still have to get you packed and ready to leave tomorrow." Mulder nodded in agreement and took her hand in his as he stood from the table, pulling her up to stand beside him. "Yeah." he answered, his hand on the small of her back as he guided her from the restaurant. "I have some things that I want to do before I leave." Scully looked up at him questioningly as they walked and he smiled down at her - a loving, sensual smile that told her more adequately than any words just what types of "things" he wanted to do. And neither of them got much sleep that night. Even now, as Scully sat at her desk and thought back on that evening she could feel her pulse begin to race and the familiar butterflies fluttering in her stomach. Sighing in exasperation, she shook her head as if trying to clear her mind and glanced at the clock for what seemed to be the umpteenth time that morning. "I don't think time is a universal invarient in *this* zip code either." she muttered to herself, then giggled out loud as she thought of what Mulder would say to that. Standing up to stretch her cramped muscles more fully, Scully contemplated what to do next. It was only a little past noon and the day seemed to be dragging. "That's because you miss him..... want him....... need him......" a little voice sang in her head and Scully smiled ruefully, knowing it was true. Mulder had been gone a little over a week now and wasn't due back for another two or three days, providing things continued to go well. He'd been calling everyday since he'd left - sometimes twice a day - but it wasn't the same as having him here. He'd sounded so tired when she'd talked with him on the phone last night and Scully was worried about him. She knew htat doing this type of work was emotionally exhausting for him. He lived and breathed inside the mind of the criminal when he worked these cases, trying to see the world through the eyes of the insane. It became so intense sometimes that it was almost as if he were joined by thought to the criminal's mind. Mulder had assured her that he was fine. He said the case was moving rapidly due to several new leads and he thought that they might have a suspect in custody soon. He expected the fatigue; knew that it was a by-product of working on a case like this and seductively whispered to Scully that she could help him "relax" when he came back. Scully closed her eyes, feeling the goosebumps again running down her back at the memory of the loving caress she had heard in his voice. How she missed him! She said a quick prayer that he was safe and would be home soon, and then forced her mind back to the present and her work at hand. Looking down at her desk, Scully eyed the files thoughtfully and decided she would rather finish up the reports at home. It didn't feel as lonely there, and maybe she wouldn't keep thinking about Mulder so much. She really *did* need to get these reports finished... Gathering up the necessary files and her laptop computer, Scully headed for the door, glancing back at Mulder's desk as she shut off the lights. "Hurry home, Mulder." she whispered as a sad smile tugged at her lips. "I miss you." The following morning Scully was up early, having slept fitfully most of the night. She yawned and stretched slowly, rubbing the sleep from her eyes as she stood in the kitchen waiting for the coffee to finish brewing. Sighing blissfully, she inhaled the rich aroma that began to permeate the kitchen. "Thank God for caffeine." she muttered as she poured the steaming black liquid into her favorite mug. Walking carefully with the mug of hot liquid, Scully ventured into the bathroom to draw a bath for herself. As she sat on the edge of the bathtub holding her hand under the running water and adjusting the temperature, her thoughts wandered back to the previous night. She had not slept well at all - hadn't been sleeping well since Mulder had left for San Francisco. She smiled in irony as she thought about all of the sleepless nights she had spent alone when she and Mulder had first become partners; thoughts of loving him, of being with him constantly filling her head. She had wondered what it would be like to hold him, touch him, feel him naked against her - and then it had happened. It had started out as a quiet evening similar to many others. They had been at Mulder's apartment eating a quick dinner together and going over some case notes for a report they were working on. Dinner and work finished, the evening had led to the kind of relaxed, intimate conversation and sharing that just seemed to flow naturally between them. And then, somehow, they had taken the relationship to the next level...as if they both knew in the same instant that the timing was as perfect as their love for each other. And everything had fallen into place from there. And now here she was again, having come full circle back to not sleeping well - but this time it was because she *knew* what she was missing. The thought made Scully shiver involuntarily and a small smile tugged at her lips. She hoped Mulder came back well rested because she didn't know how much sleep they'd get his first days home... Giggling to herself, Scully finished running the bath water then stood up to untie her terry robe, letting it fall to the floor. Twisting her hair up off her neck, she pinned it in place on the top of her head as she stepped into the warm, sudsy water. With a contented sigh she sank down into the tub and closed her eyes. Scully was lost in thought; one part of her mind with Mulder, the other humming along softly to the songs on the radio. She thought about how perfect things seemed between them. They were partners; willing to risk their lives for one another. They were friends and companions; their shared laughter and compassion like salve to the hurts that life sometimes dealt. And they were lovers; bringing heart and soul together in their intimate expression of love for each other. It was perfect. Well, *most* of the time, anyway. And she was grateful. Scully was so lost in thought that she did not hear the key that turned softly in the lock at the front door. She did not hear the door being opened then shut ever so carefully or hear the near silent foot falls that crossed the carpet and came to pause outside the bathroom door as she lay relaxing inside. She did not see the bathroom door push quietly open or hear the soft intake of his breath as Mulder looked upon her; seeing her with the eyes of a lover. He stood there for several minutes, silently watching her... committing to memory the beauty of her wet, glistening skin and the way the damp tendrils of her hair gently framed her face. He was loathe to speak; so afraid that he would frighten her and yet he wanted her to know that he was there - wanted to kiss her and touch her and loose himself in her sensuality. Leaning against the door frame he called to her softly, "Scully...?" At first she didn't respond, thinking to herself that she had imagined his voice. But then she heard it again, softly calling to her and when she opened her eyes, he *was* there - smiling lovingly at her as he moved to kneel down next to the tub. "You're home!" she whispered excitedly as he pulled her to him in a loving embrace, lifting her from the water and holding her body against him. Mulder could only nod in response as he kissed her with the fervent passion and longing of the days they had been apart. They kissed deeply, ardently, as though they could not help themselves and when they at last broke apart, they were breathless and laughing. Mulder turned, carrying Scully in his arms and walked with her to the bedroom, nuzzling the side of her neck as he walked. "I missed you, Dana Katherine..." he whispered to her as he gently set her down on the bed. Scully stretched her arms out to him and pulled him close as he lay down next to her. "I missed you too, Mulder..." she whispered back. And with loving, gentle hands she stroked the hair from his forehead, making small circles with her fingertips around his eyes. Mulder closed his eyes and sighed in contentment and Scully could see him visibly begin to relax. Her fingers gently rubbed at the furrow in his brow and she asked him quietly about the trip. He told her of the progress they had made - of retracing the steps of each grisly murder...searching for clues that would shed light on the type of person capable of committing such heinous crimes. He talked of the dreams he had had - the sights and smells of the murders as they invaded his subconscious mind even in sleep. And Scully listened, murmuring to him softly as she soothed his tired body. She could see the exhaustion etched in his face and knew that it had taken a piece of his soul to do this. But it had been worth it. They had taken their suspect into custody only the night before and it had been because of Mulder's intensity that they had found him. He had succeeded in looking into the mind of a killer and finding him... Scully continued to listen to Mulder's words as he spoke and she noticed that the sentences were becoming farther apart - his speech less clear as he began to succumb to the fatigue that overwhelmed him. She kissed him softly on the forehead and moved to cover him with the quilt on the bed. Quietly, she got up and moved to the edge of the bed where she gently took his shoes off and set them on the floor. Turning back to the bed, she tucked the quilt in around his feet and then leaned over to place a soft kiss on his lips. Mulder stirred slightly and his eyes fluttered open, searching for her face. "Scully...?" he mumbled sleepily. "I'm right here, Mulder." she answered leaning over to smile at him and gently squeeze his hand. "You sleep with me for awhile..." It was more of a statement than a question and Scully nodded in agreement as he held the quilt up for her to crawl under. Dropping his arm back down, Mulder immediately pulled her against him and Scully snuggled as close as she could, resting her head on his chest. She closed her eyes, saying a silent "thank you" that he had returned to her safely. Listening to his deep, rhythmic breathing Scully sighed contentedly, then drifted off to sleep. Slowly opening her eyes and stretching lethargically, Scully reached for Mulder - then quickly sat up as she realized he was not in the bed. She shook her head trying to clear the cobwebs and looked around the room. Night was beginning to fall and the lamp on the bedside table gave off a soft, comforting glow. Scully was confused for a moment... hadn't Mulder come home early? She was about to get out of bed and go to the living room when she heard the bathroom door open. In another minute Mulder appeared in the bedroom doorway, toweling his hair dry as he walked toward her. "Hey, sleepyhead." he greeted her as he sat down on the bed beside her. "Hey yourself." she responded with a sexy smile as her eyes hungrily wandered over his near-naked body. Small droplets of water still clung seductively to his muscular chest and Scully leaned forward to capture one with her tongue. Mulder's breath caught in his throat and he bent to cover her lips with his. Their tongues dueled in a lust-filled dance, keeping time with the moans of pleasure they elicited. They broke apart then, wide-eyed and breathless, and looked at each other in wonder. It felt as though each time they were together that their passion was more intense, threatening to consume them with unending desire. Mulder's eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at Scully and she felt her heart begin to pound. She knew that look... the one that spoke of love and lust and longing... It spoke volumes of his desire for her and said clearly how much he wanted her. Slowly and deliberately, his eyes never leaving her face, Mulder stood up and pulled the towel from around his waist allowing it to fall carelessly to the floor. Scully swallowed, tearing her eyes from his and drinking in the sight of his nakedness before her as her eyes slowly moved the length of his body. "Oh, God..." she thought. "He's *so* beautiful..." And he wanted her. She knew it as she smiled a tiny, satisfied smile at the sight of his arousal for her. When her eyes again returned to his face Mulder met her gaze and smiled - teasing her now. "Like what you see, Scully?" he asked her softly. She nodded, blushing as she realized he *knew* how closely she had been looking at him. Mulder chuckled softly, amused by Scully's embarassment at having been caught "looking". She stuck her tongue out at him in response, then, in a flash of playfulness, reached behind herself for the pillow on the bed and promptly threw it at him, hitting him squarely in the chest. Mulder laughed out loud as he caught the pillow against his chest and jumped onto the bed, pushing Scully backward and pinning her down by her wrists. "This is a call to battle, Scully." he teased as he held firmly to her squirming wrists. She was looking up at him, laughing, teasing him and struggling to free herself from his grasp. "Let go..." she giggled, trying to push him away. "Get off of me!" "Not a chance." Mulder laughed back. "You started this. I seem to recall that *you* threw the pillow at *me*. Therefore, I believe immediate retaliation is in order." and with that he began to tickle her mercilessly. Scully shrieked and giggled and tried to protect herself from his hands but they seemed to be everywhere at once. "Oh, please..." she gasped in between fits of laughter. "Mulder...stop..." Mulder was loving the sound of her happy, relaxed laughter and he grinned down at her as he shook his head. "I'm not going to stop tickling you until you apologize for throwing the pillow at me." he informed her. Scully shook her head and gasped "Never!" between fits of laughter. Then, without warning, she mustered all of the strength she could and pushed hard against Mulder's chest with both of her hands. The unexpected force knocked him backwards and Scully scrambled to get off of the bed before he could recover. She could hear him laughing behind her as she crawled off the bed in search of refuge. It seemed as though he appeared out of nowhere to effortlessly scoop her up into his arms and deposit her back on the bed, lying down with her to still her movements. They were both out of breath and as they lay together Mulder began to lazily stroke the side of Scully's neck with his fingertips, asking her innocently, "Going somewhere, Scully?" She rolled her eyes and stuck her tongue out at him in response but her body shivered under the soft touch of his caress. Pretending to pout, Scully rolled over on her side, her back to him. Mulder reached out to put his arm around her waist and pulled her close to him until their bodies touched....and laughter gave way to passion. Gently he stroked the side of her body as she lay nestled against him and they both felt the heat that began to engulf them. Scully moaned softly in response to Mulder's touch and scooted back to nestle her bare bottom even more closely into his lap, teasing his awakening erection. Mulder groaned, pulling her to him even more tightly and Scully twisted to look at him, feigning innocence. "Am I hurting you, Mulder?" she asked, trying her best to sound concerned while she fought to keep the laughter out of her voice. Mulder shook his head, smiling as he shifted his body away from hers so that he could lay her flat on her back. "Nothing I can't handle." he said huskily as he leaned down to kiss her. They kissed for a long moment, letting their tongues share the sweetness of one another. When they pulled apart at last, Mulder lay next to Scully, propped up on his elbow. Teasingly his fingers began to play over her skin as he marveled at it's smoothness. Scully whimpered in pleasure beneath his gentle touch and raised herself up as she sought his lips once more in a tender kiss. She kissed him deeply, ardently; her kisses speaking of how much she had missed him and of how much she loved him. And he answered her in kind, tasting again the sweetness of her mouth in his. They broke apart breathless and yearning. Mulder laid Scully gently back down on the bed, sushing her protests with kisses. "Ssshhh......" he whispered as he stroked her silky red hair and looked down at her with adoration in his eyes. "I missed you, Dana..." he said softly and Scully smiled up at him, loving the sound of her name on his lips. "I love you, Mulder..." she responded. "I love you... I love you... I lo..." and her voice was taken away as she felt Mulder's lips raining hot, wet kisses along her throat. His lips moved lower and he began to gently kiss her breasts. Mulder groaned against their softness as he felt himself begin to grow harder and Scully writhed beneath his loving touch. His tongue danced over her nipples as he teased them into hard little buds. "Oh, Mulder..." she breathed. "That feels so good..." And he smiled as he watched her face glowing in the pleasure that he was giving her. "I thought about you all the way home." he whispered to her, stroking her skin with his fingertips. "I thought about all the things I wanted to do to you... the way I wanted to make you feel." Her breathing was more shallow now as her desire increased and Mulder moved his fingers lower, to the soft curls between her legs. His fingers stroked her gently there and Scully moaned in passion, arching her hips to meet his hands. "Is that what you like, Dana?" he asked softly. "Is that what feels good?" and she moaned again in response. Mulder bent his head to trace gentle circles around her nipples with his tongue while his fingers continued to stroke her gently. He moved to rain feathersoft kisses on her face and neck and then plunged his tongue deeply into her mouth as they locked in a passionate kiss. Their tongues danced together in a fiery duel and Mulder moved his hand to slip two fingers deeply inside of her. She was hot and wet and he groaned at the feeling of her. Scully responded with a whimper and an arching of her back, her very core mezmerized by the stroking of his fingers. Mulder searched her face, overwhelmed by the raw passion and sensuality that he saw there. Watching her closely, his fingers continued their dance of passion within her and he moved his thumb ever so gently through her soft curls, finding the tiny nub between her soft folds that lept into bloom at the touch of his hand. He was rewarded by an almost animal growl, deep from the back of Scully's throat as she pressed herself shamelessly against his hand. She smiled up at him through eyes dark with passion and he stroked the damp hair from her face. "You make me feel so good..." she breathed to him and he bent to kiss her again. His mouth then moved back to her nipples and he teased them lovingly with the strokes and sucklings of his tongue while his fingers moved below in a rhythm all their own. Scully's breathing grew more ragged and her hips pushed restlessly against his hand. "Oh God, Mulder..." she moaned. "Please.... please....." Her head thrashed from side to side and she whimpered with the heat of her passion. He moved his mouth to whisper at her ear. "Please what, Dana? What do you want, sweetheart? Tell me." Her eyes were pleading for release and he could feel the closeness of her completeness. "Please take me there..." she whispered and Mulder nodded in understanding as he kissed her again with all the sweetness and tenderness born of his love for her. He moved over her then, gently nudging her legs apart with his. With just the tip of his erection poised at her opening, Mulder looked up at her and their eyes locked. Scully's breathing had slowed and she waited impatiently for him, her hips arching to embrace the fullness she knew she would find. Their eyes spoke of love and of trust, and of a bonding so deep they could not put words to it. Scully licked her lips and moaned softly again. "Please, Mulder..." And he almost came undone then. But instead he smiled at her and pushed gently, teasingly against her opening. "Is this what you want, Dana?" he asked softly. "Are you waiting for me?" Scully looked up at him then and the love and passion he saw in her eyes was so great that a single tear rolled down her cheek. Mulder's breath caught in his throat as he gently wiped the tear away. She nodded her head at him and whispered again, "Please, Mulder..." and then with a small smile she said "I want you so much. I love you." And that was all he could stand. With a gentle thrust he was inside of her, at the very center of her core, and she moaned in satisfaction. Scully drew her legs up behind his back, crossing her ankles together to pull him even closer into her. Mulder groaned as he felt the heat and wetness of her engulfing him so completely. He began to move and her hips raised with him to match his rhythm. In long, powerful thrusts they raced together toward the edge; and then body to body, soul to soul they fell as one, their cries of passion echoing together. Two hearts beating as one. Two hearts together. The End From math.ohio-state.edu!cs.utexas.edu!howland.reston.ans.net!news-e2a.gnn.com!newstf01.news.aol.com!newsbf02.news.aol.com!not-for-mail Wed Jul 3 13:21:09 1996 Article: 20862 of alt.tv.x-files.creative Path: math.ohio-state.edu!cs.utexas.edu!howland.reston.ans.net!news-e2a.gnn.com!newstf01.news.aol.com!newsbf02.news.aol.com!not-for-mail From: soulprint@aol.com (Soul Print) Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative Subject: NEW: Hearts Together (1/1) *NC-17* Date: 3 Jul 1996 10:52:39 -0400 Organization: America Online, Inc. (1-800-827-6364) Lines: 399 Sender: root@newsbf02.news.aol.com Message-ID: <4re1fn$2ba@newsbf02.news.aol.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: newsbf02.mail.aol.com X-Newsreader: AOL Offline Reader Status: RO Hi to all! I've been reading the stories in this newsgroup for quite a while and have thoroughly enjoyed them. Thanks to everyone who contributes here. :) I have finally gotten brave enough to post one of my own stories. I hope you like it! Comments and feedback are welcome. I can be reached at: Soul Print@aol.com ***COPYRIGHT STUFF AND DISCLAIMER*** The following story is based on characters owned and copyrighted by Ten Thirteen Productions, Fox Broadcasting, and the "C-Man" himself, Chris Carter. Used without permission - no copyright infringement intended. **Warning** Mulder/Scully romance ahead! This story is based on the "oughta-be" reality of Mulder and Scully being involved in a relationship other than platonic! Lots of romance but rated NC-17 for sexual situations and that kind of "stuff". ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Special Agent Dana Scully leaned back in her chair, closing her eyes with a soft sigh. The paperwork she was struggling to complete for the last case she and Mulder had finished seemed to go on endlessly. Massaging the back of her neck, Scully opened her eyes and slowly looked around the office. It was so empty and quiet with Mulder gone. He had flown to San Francisco more than a week ago at the request of federal agents there who were working on a string of murder cases. It was beginning to appear that the murders were related; similar M.O.'s in each case pointed to the likelihood of a serial killer and Mulder was thought to be the Bureau's best at understanding the pyschopathic mind of a criminal. As the agents struggled to put the leads together, they called and requested assistance from Mulder in the hope that he would be able to help them track the killer. Mulder had accepted the assignment with some hesitation, discussing his mixed feelings about the assignment at dinner with Scully the night before he left. They were enjoying a quiet dinner together when Mulder turned the conversation to the assignment at hand. Scully was thrilled for him to have been chosen and saw this case as an opportunity for him to shrug off some of the "Spooky Mulder" reputation that seemed to follow him everywhere. "Mulder, that's wonderful!" she had said when he relayed the news to her. "It's about time they quit riding you for your dedication to the X-files and started realizing how multi-talented you are!" Mulder had grinned back at her, his excitement at being chosen for this case evident in his smile. They held each other's eyes for a long moment, neither wanting to break the special communication that passed between them. "There is one thing that bothers me, though..." Mulder said, breaking the silence. Scully studied his face carefully, a brief look of worry coming to her eyes. "What Mulder?" she asked softly, then sucked in her breath as his eyes darkened passionately and he leaned sensually toward her until they were almost touching nose-to-nose. "I don't know how I'll be able to stand it being away from you for so long." He raised his arm and ever so gently began to stroke her cheek with the back of his hand. Scully's pulse raced at the warm touch of his fingers against her skin. Her lips parted slightly and she moistened them with just the tip of her tongue. Mulder's eyes followed her movements and then returned to look deeply into her eyes again. "I'll miss your warm body next to mine..." he continued softly. "The incredibly sexy way you look when you first wake up." He moved his hand from her cheek and reached down to entertwine his fingers with hers. "I'll miss the passion that we share...the places that only you can take me to." Never taking his eyes off of her, Mulder slowly brought her hand to his lips and placed gentle kisses in the palm of her hand. Scully gasped at the erotic sensations he was creating within her and she felt white heat begin to course through her veins. "Mu...Mulder..." she stammered, tugging gently to release her hand from his. He let go of her then, his eyes smiling at her teasingly as she struggled to regain her composure. He watched in amusement as Scully placed both hands carefully in her lap and took a deep breath to calm her ragged breathing. She looked up to see him smiling at her - teasing her - his eyes full of adoration and love. "He's having fun with this." she thought, smiling shyly back at him. "He knows *exactly* what kind of effect he's having on me." Her smile deepened then as she decided that two could play this game and began to scoot closer to him. When Scully was close enough that she could whisper in his ear, she leaned into him seductively and casually let one hand fall under the table and rest on his thigh. "I'll miss you too, Mulder." she whispered softly in his ear as her fingers ran over the length of him from his hip to his thigh under the table. "I'll miss sleeping curled up next to your warm, sexy body...and being able to reach for you in the night." It was Mulder's turn to feel the liquid heat that was igniting in his veins everywhere that her fingers touched. He bit his lip to stiffle a groan as her fingers found the evidence of his arousal for her and she smiled slowly, seductively at him. His eyes met hers and the rising need that Scully saw there made her own pulse begin to race. She tried to suppress a tiny smile as she gazed back at him. "You okay, Mulder?" she asked innocently, her voice purring in his ear. "You look...um...distracted." Mulder could only nod mutely in response, then burst out laughing. "Okay, okay - truce!" he begged, holding up his hands in mock surrender. He leaned down to give her a quick kiss and Scully giggled as he pulled away from her, batting her eyelashes at him coyly. Mulder felt like his heart would burst with the love he felt as he looked at her then. Gently, he put his arm around her and pulled her close to him, kissing her softly as he whispered,"I love you Dana Katherine. I love you so much." He pulled her all the way to him then and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. She leaned into his strong chest and sighed a deep, contented sigh. "Oh, God Mulder." she whispered back. "I love you so much too." She looked up at him then and smiled that special smile - the one she reserved just for him. The one that always melted his heart. "We should probably get going." she said softly, a tinge of regret in her voice. "We've still got to get you packed and ready to leave tomorrow." Mulder nodded in agreement and took her hand in his as he stood up, pulling her with him. "Yeah." he answered. "I have some things I want to do before I leave." Scully looked up at him questioningly and he smiled down at her - a loving, sensual smile that told her more adequately than any words just what types of "things" he had in mind. And neither of them got much sleep that night. Even now, as Scully sat at her desk and thought back on that evening she could feel her pulse begin to race and the familiar butterfiles in her stomach. Sighing in exasperation, she shook her head as if to clear her mind and glanced at the clock for what seemed to be the umpteenth time that morning. "I don't think time is a universal invarient in *this* zip code either." she muttered to herself, then giggled as she thought of what Mulder would say to that. Standing up to stretch her cramped muscles more fully, Scully contemplated what to do next. It was only a little past noon and the day seemed to be dragging. "That's because you miss him so...." a little voice sang in her head - and Scully knew it was true. Mulder had been gone over a week now and wasn't due back for another two or three days. He'd been calling every day since he'd left, sometimes twice a day but it wasn't the same as having him here. He'd sounded so tired when he'd talked with her last night and Scully was worried about him. She knew that doing this type of work was emotionally exhausting for him. He lived and breathed inside the mind of the criminal when he worked these cases, almost as if he were joined by thought to the criminal's mind. Mulder had assured her that he was fine - the case was moving rapidly and he hoped that they might have a suspect in custody soon. He expected the fatigue; knew that it came with the territory and seductively whispered to her that she could help him "relax" when he came back. Scully closed her eyes, feeling the goose bumps running down her back again at the memory of the loving caress she had heard in his voice. How she missed him! She said a quick prayer that he was safe and would be home soon and then forced her mind back to the present and her work at hand. Looking down at her desk, Scully eyed the files thoughtfully and decided she would rather finish up the reports at home. It didn't feel as lonely there, and maybe she wouldn't keep thinking about Mulder so much. She really *did* need to get these reports finished... Gathering up the necessary files and her laptop computer, Scully headed for the door, glancing back at Mulder's desk as she shut off the lights. "Hurry home, Mulder." she whispered as a sad smile tugged at her lips. "I miss you." The following morning Scully was up early, having slept fitfully most of the night. She yawned and stretched slowly, rubbing the sleep from her eyes as she stood in the kitchen waiting for the coffee to finish brewing. Sighing blissfully, she inhaled the rich aroma that began to permeate the kitchen. "Thank God for caffeine." she muttered as she poured the steaming black liquid into her favorite mug. Walking carefully with the mug of hot liquid, Scully ventured into the bathroom to draw a bath for herself. As she sat on the edge of the bathtub holding her hand under the running water and adjusting the temperature, her thoughts wandered back to the previous night. She had not slept well at all - hadn't been sleeping well since Mulder had left for San Francisco. She smiled in irony as she thought about all of the sleepless nights she had spent alone when she and Mulder had first become partners; thoughts of loving him, of being with him filling her head. She had wondered what it would be like to hold him, touch him, feel him naked against her - and then it had happened. It had started out as a quiet evening, just a simple dinner between two close friends. Dinner had led to the kind of relaxed, intimate conversation and sharing that just seemed to flow naturally between them. And then, somehow, they had taken it to the next level...as if they both knew in the same instant that the timing was as perfect as their love for each other. And everything had fallen into place from there. And now here she was again, having come full circle back to not sleeping well - but this time it was because she *knew* what she was missing. The thought made Scully shiver involuntarily and a small smile tugged at her lips. She hoped Mulder came back well rested because she didn't know how much sleep they'd get those first days home... Giggling to herself, Scully finished running the bathwater then stood up to untie her terry robe, letting it fall to the floor. Twisting her hair up off her neck, she pinned it in place on the top of her head as she stepped into the warm, sudsy water. With a contented sigh she sank down into the tub and closed her eyes. Scully was lost in thought; one part of her mind with Mulder, the other humming along softly to the songs on the radio. She thought about how perfect things seemed between them. They were partners; willing to risk their lives for each other. They were friends and companions; their shared laughter and compassion like salve to the hurts that life sometimes dealt. And they were lovers; bringing heart and soul together in their intimate expression of love for each other. It was perfect. Well, *most* of the time, anyway. And she was grateful. Scully was so lost in thought that she did not hear the key that turned softly in the lock at the front door. She did not hear the door being opened then shut ever so carefully or hear the near silent footfalls that crossed the carpet and came to pause outside the bathroom door where she lay relaxing. She did not see the bathroom door push quietly open or hear the soft intake of his breath as Mulder looked upon her; seeing with the eyes of a lover her peaceful face. He stood there for several minutes, silently watching her... committing to memory the beauty of her wet, glistening skin and the way the damp tendrils of hair gently framed her face. He was loathe to speak; so afraid that he would frighten her and yet he wanted her to know that he was there - wanted to kiss her and touch her and lose himself in her once more. Leaning against the door frame he called to her softly, "Scully...?" At first she didn't respond, thinking to herself that she had imagined his voice. But then she heard it again, softly calling to her and when she opened her eyes, he *was* there - smiling lovingly at her as he moved to kneel down next to the tub. "You're home!" she whispered excitedly as he pulled her to him in a loving embrace - lifting her from the water and holding her body against him. Mulder could only nod in response as he kissed her with the fervent passion and longing of the days they had been apart. They kissed deeply, ardently - as though they could not help themselves and when they at last broke apart they were breathless and laughing. Mulder turned, carrying Scully in his arms and walked with her to the bedroom, nuzzling the side of her neck as they walked. "I missed you, Dana Katherine..." he whispered to her as he gently set her down on the bed. Scully stretched her arms out to him and pulled him close as he lay down next to her. "I missed you too, Mulder..." she whispered back. And with loving, gentle hands she stroked the hair from his forehead, making small circles with her fingertips around his eyes. Mulder closed his eyes and sighed in contentment and she could see him visibly begin to relax. Her fingers gently rubbed at the furrow in his brow and she asked him quietly about his trip. He told her of the progress they had made - of retracing the steps of each grisly murder...searching for clues that would shed light on the type of person capable of committing such heinous crimes... He talked of the dreams he had had - the sights and the smells of the murders as they invaded his subsconscious mind even in sleep. And Scully listened, murmuring softly to him as she soothed his tired body. She could see the exhaustion etched in his face and knew that it had taken a piece of soul to do this. But it had been worth it. They had taken their suspect into custody only the night before and it had been because of Mulder's intensity that they had found him. He had succeeded in looking into the mind of the killer and finding him... Scully continued to listen to Mulder's words as he spoke and she noticed that the sentences were coming farther apart - his speech less clear as he began to succumb to the fatigue that overwhelmed him. She kissed him softly on the forehead and moved to cover him with the quilt on the bed. Quietly, she got up and moved to the edge of the bed where she gently took his shoes off and set them on the floor. Turning back to the bed, she tucked the quilt in around his feet and then leaned over to place a soft kiss on his lips. Mulder stirred slightly and his eyes fluttered open, searching for her face. "Scully...?" he mumbled sleepily. "I'm right here Mulder." he answered leaning over to smile at him and gently squeeze his hand. "You sleep with me for awhile..." It was more of a statement than a question and Scully nodded in agreement as he held the quilt up for her to crawl under. Dropping his arm back down, Mulder immediately pulled her against him and Scully snuggled as close as she could, resting her head on his chest. She closed her eyes, saying a silent thank you that he had returned to her safely. Listening to his deep, rhythmic breathing Scully sighed contentedly then drifted off to sleep. Slowly opening her eyes and stretching lethargically, Scully reached for Mulder - then quickly sat up as she realized he was not in the bed. She shook her head trying to clear the cobwebs and looked around the room. Night was beginning to fall and the lamp on the nightstand gave off a soft, comforting glow. Scully was confused for a moment - hadn't Mulder come home early? She was about to get out of bed and go to the living room when she heard the bathroom door open. In another minute, Mulder appeared in the bedroom toweling his hair dry as he walked toward her. "Hey sleepyhead." he greeted her as he sat down on the bed beside her. "Hey yourself." she responded with a smile as her eyes hungrily wandered over his near-naked body. Small droplets of water still clung seductively to his chest hair and Scully leaned forward to capture one with her tongue. Mulder's breath caught in his throat and he bent to cover her lips with his. Their tongues dueled in one another's mouths - dancing in pleasure against the sounds of their moans. They broke apart, breathless and wide-eyed and looked at each other in wonder. It felt as though each time they were together that their passion was more intense, threatening to consume them with unending desire. Mulder's eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at Scully and she felt her heart begin to pound. She knew that look...the one that spoke of love and lust and longing...it spoke volumes of his desire for her and she felt as if her heart would surely burst. Slowly and deliberately, his eyes never leaving her face, Mulder stood up and pulled the towel from around his waist allowing it to fall carelessly to the floor. Scully swallowed, tearing her eyes from his and drinking in the sight of his nakedness before her as her eyes slowly moved the length of his body. "God, he is beautiful..." she thought. And he wanted her...she knew it as she smiled a tiny satisfied smile at the sight of his arousal for her. When her eyes again returned to his face, Mulder met her gaze and smiled - teasing her now. "Like what you see, Scully?" he asked her softly. She nodded, blushing as she realized he *knew* how closley she had been looking at him. Mulder chuckled softly - amused by Scully's embarrassment at having been caught "looking". She stuck her tongue out at him in response then - in a flash of playfulness - reached behind herself for the pillow on the bed and promptly threw it at him, hitting him squarely in the chest. Mulder laughed out loud as he caught the pillow and jumped onto the bed, pushing Scully backward and pinning her down by her wrists. "This is a call to battle, Scully." he teased as he held firmly to her squriming wrists. She was looking up at him, laughing - teasing him and struggling to free herself from his grasp. "Let go..." she giggled trying to push him away. "Get off of me!" "Not a chance." Mulder laughed back. "You started this. I seem to recall that *you* threw the pillow at me. Therefore, I believe retaliation is in order." and with that he began to tickle her mercilessly. Scully shrieked and giggled and tried to protect herself from his hands but they seemed to be everywhere at once. "Oh, please..." she gasped in between fits of laughter. "Mulder...stop...." Mulder was loving the sound of her laughter and he grinned at her as he shook his head. "I'm not going to stop tickling you until you apologize for throwing the pillow at me" he informed her. Scully shook her head and gasped "Never!" between fits of laughter. Then, without warning, she mustered all of the strength she could and pushed hard against Mulder's chest with both her hands. The unexpected force knocked him backwards and Scully scrambled to get off of the bed before he could recover. She could hear him laughing behind her as she crawled off the bed. It seemed as though he appeared out of nowhere to scoop her effortlessly up into his arms and deposit her back on the bed, laying down with her to still her movements. They were both out of breath and Mulder lazily stroked a finger along her collarbone as he asked her innocently, "Going somewhere, Scully?" She rolled her eyes and stuck her tongue out at him in reponse but her body shivered under the soft touch of his caress. Pretending to pout, Scully rolled over on her side, her back to him. Mulder reached out to put his arm around her waist and pulled her close to him... until their bodies touched and the laughter subsided. Gently, he stroked the side of her body as she lay nestled against him and they both felt the passion that began to rise in the air. Scully moaned softly in response to his touch and nestled her bottom even more closely into his lap, teasing his awakening erection. Mulder groaned and Scully twisted to look at him, feigning innocence. "Am I hurting you?" she asked, trying her best to sound concerned while fighting to keep the laughter out of her voice. Mulder shook his head, smiling as he shifted his body away from hers so that he could lay her flat on her back. "Nothing I can't handle." he said huskily as he leaned down to kiss her. They kissed for a long moment, letting their tongues share the sweetness of one another. When they pulled apart at last, Mulder lay next to Scully propped up on his elbow. Teasingly his fingers began to play over her skin as he marveled at its smoothness. Scully whimpered in pleasure beneath his gentle touch and raised herself up as she sought his lips once more in a passionate kiss. She kissed him deeply, ardently; her kisses speaking of how much she had missed him and how much she loved him. And he answered her in kind, tasting again the sweetness of her mouth in his. They broke apart, breathless and yearning. Mulder laid Scully gently back down on the bed, sushing her protests with kisses. "Ssshhh..." he whispered as he stroked her silky hair and looked down at her with adoration in his eyes. "I missed you, Dana..." he said softly and Scully smiled up at him, loving the sound of her name on his lips. "I love you, Mulder..." she responded. "I love you... I love you... I ..." And then her voice was taken away as she felt Mulder's lips raining soft wet kisses on her throat. He moved lower and began to gently kiss her breasts and he felt himself grow harder as she moaned and writhed beneath him. His tongue danced over her nipples as he teased them into hard little buds. "Oh, Mulder..." she breathed. "That feels so good..." And he smiled as he watched her face glowing in the pleasure that he was giving her. "I thought about you all the way home." he whispered to her, stroking her skin with his fingertips. "I thought about all the things I wanted to do to you. I thought about the way I wanted to make you feel." Her breathing was more shallow now as her desire increased and Mulder moved his fingers lower, to the soft curls between her legs. His fingers stroked her gently there and Scully moaned in passion, arching her hips to meet his hands. "Is that what you like, Dana?" he asked softly. "Is that what feels good?" and she moaned again in response. Mulder bent his head to trace gentle circles around her nipples with his tongue while his fingers continued to stroke her gently. He moved to rain feathersoft kisses on her face and neck and then plunged his tongue deeply into her mouth as they locked in a passionate kiss. Their tongues danced together in a fiery duel and Mulder moved his hand to insert a finger inside of her. She was hot and wet and he groaned at the feeling of her. He inserted a second finger and as his fingers moved in rhythm he pulled back and looked at her. He searched her face, overwhelmed by the beauty and the raw sensuality that he saw there. She smiled up at him through eyes dark with passion and he stroked the damp hair from her face. "You make me feel so good." she whispered to him and he bent to kiss her again. His mouth then moved back to her nipples and he teased them lovingly with the strokes and sucklings of his tongue while his fingers moved inside of her in a rhythm all their own. Scully's breathing grew ragged and her hips pushed against his hand. "Oh God, Mulder..." she moaned. "Please... please...." Her head thrashed from side to side and she whimpered with the heat of her passion. He moved his mouth to whisper at her ear. "Please what, Dana? What do you want, sweetheart? Tell me." Her eyes were pleading for release and he could feel the closeness of her completeness. "Please take me there..." she whispered and Mulder nodded in understanding as he kissed her again with all the sweetness and adoration born of his love for her. He moved over her then, gently nudging her legs apart with his. With just the tip of his erection poised at her opening, Mulder looked up at her and their eyes locked. Scully's breathing had slowed and she waited impatiently for him, her hips rising to embrace the fullness she knew she would find. Their eyes spoke of love and trust, and of a bonding so deep they could not put words to it. Scully licked her lips and moaned softly again. "Please Mulder..." and he almost came undone then. But instead he smiled at her and pushed gently, teasingly against her opening. "Is this what you want, Dana?" he asked softly. "Are you waiting for me?" Scully looked up at him then and the passion and longing in her eyes was so great that a single tear rolled down her cheek. Mulder's breath caught in his throat as he gently wiped the tear away. She nodded her head at him and whispered again "Please Mulder..." and then with a small smile she said "I want you so much. I love you." And that was all he could stand. With a gentle thrust he was inside of her - the very center of her core and she moaned in satisfaction. Scully drew her legs up behind his back, crossing her ankles together to pull him even closer into her. Mulder groaned as he felt the heat and wetness of her engulfing him so completely. He began to move and her hips raised with him to match his rhythm. In long powerful thrusts they raced together toward the edge; and then body to body, soul to soul they fell as one, their cries of passion echoing together. Two hearts beating as one. Two hearts together. THE END.