From: Greenpower Date: Thu, 7 May 1998 16:26:30 EDT Subject: May 07, 1998 1:07:50 PM Title: I Would Die For You Author: Rose Greenshields Email: Greenpower@aol.com Rating: PG-13 Category: VA Spoilers: none Keywords: MSR Disclaimer: Mulder and Scully belong to Chris Carter, 1013 productions, and Fox broadcasting and are used without permission.No Copyright infringement intended. Summary: This is my first fanfic. A magazine cover inspired this story. (I will not say which one, but the initials are RS) I was looking at it and thought, what lead up to that point, and the story went from there. I welcome comments (good or bad) at Greenpower@aol.com. Let me know what you think. Please. I Would Die For You By Rose Greenshields Scully was standing at the end of the sofa wearing something soft and flowing. No that wasn't right. Scully was too conservation for that. Mulder looked at her confused, "Scully what are you doing?" He watched as she came around to the front of the couch. She stopped in front of him and slowly disrobed. Mulder couldn't move. He couldn't talk. He couldn't breathe. Scully lick her lips, "Mulder, do you love me?" Her voice was like a caress against his skin. He closes his eyes and let out a long sigh. Only then did he realize that he had been holding his breath.He opened his eyes; the look her gave her was very intense, "More than you know." She smiled; her look was full of love and just a little bit of mischief, "How much?" He was very serious; "You are my life, my sanity. I would do anything for you." Her smile became even more mischievous, "What will you do for me Mulder?" He looked her in the eye and said very intently, "I would die for you." Her lips trembled, " Then what are you waiting for?" she held her arms out for him. Mulder didn't need a second invitation. He sat up and reached for her.......and woke up. xxx "Damn", Mulder's body was drenched in sweat. These dreams were getting worse. Or better depending on how you looked at it. He glanced at the clock. This was crazy, he thought, or maybe I'm crazy. He got up and went into the bathroom. Turning on the light he looked in the mirror and almost didn't recognize himself. He looked like he hadn't slept in months. A humorless smile touched his lips. Well that wasn't too far from the truth. Ever since that day at the office a month ago he'd been having these dreams. xxx "Good morning Mulder." Scully was already there when he walked in. "Hey Scully, how was your weekend?" He sat his briefcase on the desk. She had gotten a look on her face that could only be described as 'well satisfied'; "It was interesting." She smiled and turned back to the file she had been reading. Mulder felt like he had just hit a brick wall. He wanted to rant and rave, to demand an explanation for that look and an elaboration on her answer. Instead, all he could do was stare at her in numb silence. It's a man, he thought, she's found somebody. That could be the only reason for her expression. Scully looked up at him, "Is something wrong Mulder?" she asked with a lift of her eyebrow. "No", he mumbled, "I just remembered something I have to do. I probably won't be back for the rest of the day." He turned to leave. "What? You just got here." "It's nothing. Just something I have to take care of." He wouldn't turn to look at her. If he did, he would explode. It took all of his willpower not to run from the room, "See you tomorrow." "But Mulder wait.... Mulder!" The dreams started that night. xxx Well it didn't look like he was going to get anymore sleep tonight. He sat back down on the couch and turn the TV on. Oh great just his luck. Soft porn. He started to change the channel when the actress turned around. He sucked in a breath. Small frame, red hair, blue eyes. She didn't look remotely like Scully but that didn't stop his arousal. He stared at the screen but didn't really see it. In his mind's eye, he could see his partner coming toward him. Her lips curving into a small smile, and in a voice that made him quiver said, I love you Mulder. Make love to me. Shit! Now his fantasies were expanding into daydreams. He had to get a grip before he did something to really embarrass himself in front of Scully. She doesn't want you. You're in her life as a partner, as a friend, nothing more. She needs a life outside of the office that doesn't include you. You bring enough pain and danger into her life without the added burden of a deeper relationship with someone as messed up as you. As these thoughts ran through Mulder's mind, they effectively killed his arousal. He leaned forward, elbows on knees, and rubbed his eyes. It was those thoughts that had kept him from telling her how much he loved her. Now, with someone in her life, it looked like he had lost his chance. Ever since that day, he only spoke to her about work, nothing personal. Mulder knew this was for the best. In fact, he kept telling himself that, but his mind and body refused to listen to him. In addition, he suspected that Scully knew that something was wrong. She never asked, just looked at him with concern when she thought he wasn't watching. He, coward that he was, couldn't look her in the eye for fear that she would see the desire that was getting hard to hide. He avoided touching her because even a casual hand on the small of her back could arouse him. And God forbid that she touches him. He would come undone. Therefore, it was better not to test his limits. Leave well enough alone. xxx He must have fallen asleep after all. Someone was knocking on the door. Mulder glanced at the clock. Who could be here this early on a Saturday? He got up to go to the door. As he reached for the doorknob, he heard her voice. "Mulder I know you're in there so open the door before I use my key." Mulder groaned. Why was she here, now, when he was at such a low point? She didn't know how weak the hold was on his self-control. He heard her key slide into the lock. Why hadn't he taken that from her? Scully opened the door to see to see him standing there, his hand reaching out. He looks terrible, she thought. "Mulder why didn't you open the door?" She reached out to touch his arm but he quickly moved away. If she puts her hands on me, he thought, I will lose it, " This really isn't a good time Scully." She ignored him and walked to the window. Opening the blinds she turned around and gasped. The expression in his eyes was hunger mixed with despair. She shivered and thought maybe coming here wasn't such a good idea. No, she thought, this needed to be said. "Mulder we need to talk." He sat back down on the couch, his expression wary, " What about?" Scully walked to the couch and sat down next to him. She took his hand in hers and watched as he tried not to flinch at her touch. His head was down so she just looked at him until finally he was forced to look at her. Scully licked her lips, "Mulder I been doing some thinking over the past two weeks", she paused as if searching for the right words, "and I'm going to go to Skinner on Monday to ask for a transfer." NO, Mulder's mind screamed. He had been sitting there trying to control himself, but had finally reached his limit. He could take not being able to touch, not being able to really talk to her. He could even deal with not being able to tell her that he loved her, but not being able to see her. He felt his world collapsing. All he could do was stare at her in silence. Scully looked at him tenderly, "Do you think I haven't notice the way you've been? You're tense and angry. I can only assume that you have reconsidered our relationship as partners. I don't know what's going on because you won't talk to me." The hurt in her voice was unmistakable. Her gaze seemed to burn right through him. He looked down at their intertwined hands. "Scully I..." She cut him off, " I'm sorry Mulder, I love you, but I can't sit in that office everyday and watch you like this. Perhaps it's better if we aren't working..." She didn't get any further. Still holding her hand, Mulder hauled her into his lap, slid his other hand through her hair, and brought her lips to his. All the fantasies of the last few months, all the agony of the last few weeks went into his kiss. Her lips were soft, warm, tasting exactly like he knew they would. He moved from her lips, to her ear, and traveled down to her throat. The taste, the texture, the scent that was her was so intoxicating that he knew if he didn't stop now, he wouldn't be able to. Scully was making small moans that were altogether too inviting to ignore. He captured her mouth again. Her hands were on his arms, sliding up to his shoulders to clasp behind his neck. The only sound in the room was their mutual breathing. Mulder ended the kiss but didn't let go of her. He lightly traced her features, starting with her face, then moving to her hair. Touching her, confirming that this was real, not another dream. That she was here in his arms. "I've dreamt of this." He traced her lips with a single finger. So soft. He closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened them again, there were tears there. "I've loved you for so long. I wanted to tell you a million times, show you in a thousand ways." He drew in a shuddering breath, "When I thought you were with someone else, I thought my world had ended. The when you came here tonight and said you wanted to transfer..." He couldn't go on. Scully was genuinely perplexed, "Mulder why would you think I was with someone else?" He couldn't look at when he said sheepishly, "That day in the office when I asked you how your weekend was. The look in your eyes, your answer, I just assumed..." He trailed off. "Oh Mulder." Now there were tears in her eyes. She gently cupped his face, "That 'look' was because I had just spent the weekend seriously looking at my life and had decided that I didn't want to spend it without you. I was going to tell you, but when you left so abruptly, I started to have doubts. I thought maybe you didn't love me as much as I love you." "Never." he whispered fiercely, I love you so much, it frightens me." "I love you too Mulder" She said brushing her fingers against his lips, "You are my best friend. Don't you think that if I had met someone I would have told you first?" For the first time in a long time, he felt at peace. With a grin tugging at his lips, he said, "I don't think I gave you much of a chance to tell me. I have to admit, Scully, I was floored." She pulled away from him. With a lift of her eyebrow, she replied, " You should be floored for thinking that." The look he gave her seared her soul, "Stay." She trembled at that single whispered word, "For as long as you want." He pulled her back into his arms and held her tightly, "Forever." They stayed that way for several minutes, gently rocking, before Scully raised her head and said in a smoky voice, "Mulder don't you have a bedroom?" Mulder felt the grin coming back, "Scully I think I just got very turned on." The End Well that's it. Should I give this up? Let me know because I have another idea fo a story.