From: "lisa.danilowicz" Date: Mon, 28 Sep 1998 17:48:55 -0500 (CDT) Subject: NEW: "Intensity" by Lisa Disclaimer: We all know it by now. Category: V Classification: MSR Rating: R Spoilers: The Movie Archive: Gossamer, Movie Fic sites Feedback: It makes me happy. Summary: Scully makes an unexpected late night visit to Mulder's apartment. Author's Note: This is semi-mind candy, folks. Just wanted to let you know in advance. Some unknown force compelled me to write it. ;-) "Intensity" By Lisa (danil001@bama.ua.edu) I didn't know what to do with myself. It had been 3 days since we returned from Antarctica. I've just been doing nothing at my apartment - staying inside and relaxing. I even slipped into a cotton dress, the kind that you put on when you're doing nothing. After all the meetings and questions, I was glad not to be dressed up. Sometimes I don't want to always look like an FBI agent. Skinner had granted Mulder and I a few days off which I was more than willing to take. The ordeal had taken its toll on me. I tried to call Mulder a couple of times, but only got his machine. Hopefully, he's resting. He needs it. He went through so much to save me. Mulder didn't say much on the trip back home, except asking me how I was feeling or if I needed anything. He looked guilty as if he blamed himself for the bee sting and my subsequent kidnapping. I couldn't stop thinking about the kiss we almost shared. I *wanted* him to kiss me. I wanted to feel his lips on mine. Then, I collapsed into his arms and saw how frightened he was for me. I couldn't find my voice to assure him it would be all right, somehow. Everything faded to black before I could touch him. What if I wasn't stung by that bee? Mulder would have kissed me. And then what? Would we have just stayed there in the hallway sharing passionate kisses until we both were breathless? How far would it have gone? Would I have stopped it or would I have followed him into his apartment and let him make love to me? So, I've been thinking about *that.* Us. In fact, I have tried to distract myself by reading. That worked for awhile. TV - well that was a little harder. I started watching this movie - it turned out to be a romantic story. When I watched the couple on the screen, I imagined Mulder and I instead. Imagined him kissing me, touching me like that, and finally making love to me. I honestly tried to convince myself that's not what I wanted, but I couldn't. My feelings for him are too strong. Stronger now with what we have endured. Together. ***** I found myself outside Mulder's door holding the key that bears his name. I wrote his name on a small piece of paper and taped it on the key to distinguish it from the others. It's late. Almost midnight. I just had to come here. I knocked twice, but no answer, so I let myself in. He was asleep on the couch. I took off my coat and placed it over the chair along with my purse and keys. I didn't want to awaken him, but was afraid he would be startled by my presence. "Mulder," I whispered. "Scully, what's wrong?" he asked. "Nothing's wrong, Mulder." I replied softly. He looked concerned by my late night visit. I've never come here before this late unless it was work related or an emergency, never a personal issue. But, this was definitely personal. I felt the tears in my eyes. I didn't know if he could see them in the dimness of the apartment. Mulder held out his hand to me and I took it, sitting beside him. "I just needed to be with you." I admitted. Mulder pulls me into his arms. I am lying on top of him on the couch. This feels unusual since I always sit in the desk chair when I come over. But, this is much more comfortable. I press myself closer to him. ***** We held each other for what seemed like an eternity. Then, I decided to do something impulsive. I shifted my body so that I was straddling his and caressed his cheek, his hair. I could tell he was surprised at this sudden display of affection from me. I leaned down and kissed him. I don't know why I initiated the kiss. I guess because Mulder did the first time and now I finished his thought. Pretty soon we were kissing passionately right there on the couch. Mulder's hands made their way down my body - my back, my butt, my hips. He moved the fabric of my dress up and caressed my bare thighs. The feelings of his hands on me elicited a soft moan from my lips. We somehow managed to untangle ourselves from the couch and made our way into the bedroom. Then everything happened so fast. My dress was pulled up and off of me. The rest of my undergarments followed soon after. Mulder lifted me into his strong arms. My mind was spinning as his mouth devoured mine with frantic kisses. I could only wrap my legs around his waist. Mulder's lips were all over me at once - my face, my neck. I threaded my fingers through his hair, bringing him closer to me. He paused for a moment in the darkness for what I could only sense was final permission. It was answered with another kiss before we tumbled onto the bed. Mulder's hands were all over my body now. His mouth was exploring every inch of my heated skin. I heard myself moan his name over and over again. He made love to me with a passion and intensity I had never known before. Not with any other man. I was surprised by it a little. It was almost rushed as if this was the only night we could be together. The restrained passion between us finally unraveled and he loved me throughout the night. I lay in the comfort of his arms now, replaying every touch, every caress in my mind. I'm tired, but I just can't fall asleep. I'd rather listen to the rise and fall of his chest. The steady beat of his heart. The stillness of the night and the darkness of the bedroom brings everything into focus. I was his passion. I was his life. 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