From: Philedpro@aol.com Date: Sun, 23 Jul 2000 15:40:17 EDT Subject: Ivory and Onyx by Philedpro Source: direct Author: Lauren (philedpro) Title: Ivory and Onyx Spoilers: Squeaky Clean Classification: Scully POV Vignette, MSR, and Humor Archive: Yuppers, just tell me where so that I can brag. Rating: PG Feedback: Yeah! I live for the stuff! Anything, send it my way (philedpro@yahoo.com) Summary: Scully has a secret passion... will it be discovered? Disclaimer: Don't own them... talk to the surfer dude over there. Ivory and Onyx Scully's Apartment Georgetown, MD 6/20/00 6:34 p.m. Luckily I was able to escape a long night in the FBI basement... How did I do it, you might ask. It wasn't easy and I'm not going to get into it. Let's just say it required some dancing around, a black mask, and a tube of glue... like I said, I'm not going to get into it. Well, I'm sitting in my Georgetown apartment. The reason behind the early night had not yet arrived. You might be wondering what it is... well, you'll see it when it comes, if it comes. I have been waiting for this, uh, package for a long time, I guess another couple of hours won't... Bang Bang The door! Someone's at the door! I fly off the couch and slide in my socks on the hardwood floor to the entrance of my flat. Unfortunately I lost my balance and ended up on my back right as Mulder walked in. Damn him for his key to my house. "Scully, I didn't know you would be so excited to see me. I don't even get my foot in the door and you are flat on your back," Mulder teased. "Mulder, I couldn't help it... you make me horny," I said deadpan. Mulder's face changed from teasing to a look of surprise and could it be? Fear? "Be a gentleman and help me up," I added. He reached a hand down and I took it and pulled myself up. "Mulder, what are you doing here?" I ask. I don't want him to be here when my, parcel arrives... "Well, you left your cell phone at the office, I am here to drop it off," he explained. What a relief! He doesn't have to stay here long. Not that I wouldn't want him to, Lord knows how I want him some nights... He held out my abandoned phone and I took it, my hand brushing lightly against his. "Thank you," I say. He nods. I open the door," I don't want to be rude, but I really want to catch up on some reading." I can't believe that lying to him is so easy. Again he nods. I promise I won't lie to you again, I vow silently. He leaves without saying good-bye. I lean against the door. My head feels the vibrations and my ears hear the sound waves of a series of knocks. On impulse, I swing the door open, jump into Mulder's arms, wrap my legs around his waist and begin the kiss him. My lips conform to the contour of his. I then realize that the person I am making love to orally to is NOT Mulder. I pull away and see a distinctly un-Mulder face. Oh no! "I guess you are REALLY relieved to see your delivery," the drop-off guy says. I begin to blush when I become conscious of my mistake. I immediately detach myself from the delivery person. "I am so sorry," I begin," I thought that you were someone else." "Don't worry lady, I won't tell your boyfriend. By the way, you have quite a mouth on you," he compliments with a wink, which make me blush even more. Being Irish, it is impossible for me to hide a blush. My embarrassment has always had its own billboard. I try to collect my wits. "Ahem, so where do I sign?" I ask, anxious to put the incident behind me. He points towards the bottom of the clipboard, I scrawl my name and hand it back to him. "Where is it?" I question him. "The boys are bringing it up right now," he assures me. Anxiety rushes to the extremities of all my nerves. Ohmyohmyohmyohmyohmy, I chant silently. Then, I see the back of one of the workers inching to the door of my apartment. Here it comes! Since you have all been very good, I will tell what I have been waiting for for hours, well, my whole life. I had dreamed of my entire life of owning this object. I was unable to get it as a child, because we moved around so often. But now, my dream is coming true... Have I stalled enough? Well, it's a.... Piano. Yeah, it's a piano. It may seem silly to most, but I have always wanted a piano. I love the way music can flow from a musicians fingertips and the way it takes on a life of its own. It is an amazing thing to see life when you are a forensic pathologist when all that is given to you is death. I want to give life to something - music. The instrument was inched towards my apartment. I caught my first glimpse of it and its beauty astounded me. I had ordered a studio piano with a red mahogany stain and the sight of it raptures me. Two men creep towards me with my treasure. That's when I realize I have tears in my eyes. "You O.K. lady?" the clipboard man asks me. I nod. A smile tickles my lips and I succumb to it. "Where would you like it?" he inquires. "My bedroom." I had thought about the perfect place to put it ever since I bought it. My bedroom wasn't the most logical, but it would keep Mulder from knowing about my little joy. The men back into my room with the masterpiece and set it right where I indicate. "Thank you for everything you've done," I say," here's a tip." I hand them a generous tip and they leave me with my bliss. The apartment is quiet. I turn around and face the piano. Light filters through the window behind it, highlighting the red within its grain. I don't dare touch it yet, afraid to destroy the perfect moment with my inexperience. My fingers run along the grain at the top of the instrument while my eyes enjoy the sight. Slowly, I turn my attention to the keys, white and black juxtaposed. Ivory and Onyx. I look up and realize that it is dark and I am alone in my home, with a piano. X-Files Office- J. Edgar Hoover Building Washington DC 6/21/00 8:15 a.m. I arrive at the office early. This morning, I awoke like they do in the movies, chipper. Well, my hair wasn't as perfect, but you get the picture. It is a rare occasion when I awaken with a smile on my face. In addition to the piano, the rainy day made me even happier. You must be thinking that I am odd to love the rain, but I do. It is a part of me. I could swear that some of the water in my body is rainwater. Ever since I was a kid I have loved the rain. Maybe it was because my father was in the Navy, that I'm Irish, or possibly because everything gets clean after it rains. Anyway, I arrive at the office early, before Mulder does. The first thing I do is begin making the first batch of coffee for the day. There is bound to be several more before the day is done. Without realizing what I am doing, I whistle. Mulder walks the door to my right and when he sees me gets that deer in the headlights look. I smile. "Scully, if I don't know better, I would say that you got some last night," Mulder said. "Good morning Fox," I say, knowing full well that he hates to be called by his first name. I have never used his first name around him and I figured that it would be a change to do so. He glares at me. I head over to his desk with two cups of Joe in my hands. Gently, I set down his cup on his cluttered desk and perch on the corner of it. He was busy putting files back into the cabinet behind his desk, so I felt like being a little risque. I inched my skirt up to show more leg and unfastened an additional button on my shirt to reveal more of my cleavage. "Scully, I am sorry about stopping over your place last night without..." he stopped in mid-sentence when he saw me. I can't really say that he saw me, he saw my breasts. "Mulder, you're drooling," I point out. He gets an embarrassed look on his face. "... calling first," he tries to continue. Rising off the desk, I push him back lightly with my hand until he was sitting atop a ledge of books and I was positioned between his legs. Seductively I glance at him, noticing that he is pallid and very confused. Slowly I reach above him and try to reach a book. In order to do so, I must lean into him and stretch. I hear him breathe sharply and look to me. I smile. I am able to capture the book and I back away from him. I sit down at my desk. I had no idea what I had just done. Sure, I wanted to toy with Mulder's mind, like he does with mine, but did he feel the same electricity I did? Using my peripheral vision, I check his reaction. That is what clears up my doubts... Mulder is sitting at his desk with a blank expression on his face. Well, if he didn't enjoy it... I certainly did. Scully's Apartment Georgetown, MD 6/21/00 7:30 p.m. I entered my apartment with anxiety. Tonight will be my first time playing the piano. Before coming home, I had bought several music books. I figure, I can teach myself how to play. Before going to the piano, I go through my nightly routine... First, I remove my work clothes and slip into "something more comfortable" -- my sweats. Then, I fix myself some dinner. Hmm... what's in the refrigerator? I ask myself. Bacon, veggies, leftover meat loaf, iced tea, root beer, milk, and some water bottles. I have to go to the store, I remind myself. Mentally noting down the items I will purchase. Before I decide what to eat, I hear a knock at my door. I already know who it is, Mulder. Sure enough, when I open the door, I see his handsome face. Shyly, he holds up a pizza. "I knew that you didn't have time to go shopping, so I figured, you might want to eat something other than leftovers," he explains. I smile because he knows me so well. I step out of his way so that he can enter. "Mulder, thank you...," I say aloud. "You know me so well," I whisper. Mulder is busy in the kitchen, rustling up some plates and some drinks. I sit down Indian-style on the floor, using the coffee table as my dinner table. "Got your plates here!" Mulder announces. "Got your drinks here!" "Plates, drinks! Free of charge!" "Sir! Sir! I would like a plate and a drink!" I play along with him. He nods and acts like he has to get them out of his carrier. "What kind of drink would you like little lady?" he asks me. "If you have iced tea in there, it could be love," I tease. "Better get you a wedding ring, I have iced tea!" he hands me my order. I giggle. Whenever I start to giggle, ultimately, Mulder joins in too. He says that my laugh is infectious. Sure enough, Mulder starts to chuckle. He sits down across from me and begins to dig in. "You come here often?" I initiate. Mulder and I sometimes play games like this because they are fun and allow us to try and outdo each other in wit. Believe it or not, Mulder and I are very competitive, especially when it comes to knowledge. "No. I'm here because my girlfriend just broke up with me and I need to drown my sorrows with a bottle of Jack Daniels," he plays. "How could any girl let go of a catch like you?" I ask. "It was the aliens," he explains. I could not help but laugh at that. Again, he laughs too. However, because of his laughter, he couldn't control his pizza and some fell on his shirt, his white shirt. "Jesus, I just washed out the blood stains," he says. Obviously, he is angry with himself. I stand up and motion for him to do the same. "I have a couple extra shirts of yours here, let me get you one," I say. He begins to take off his current shirt and I rush into my room. Thank goodness I didn't let myself see his naked torso, I would have lost it. I kneel down in front of my dresser and start looking through Mulder's drawer. It may seem odd to some people that I have some of Mulder's clothes in my apartment, but it is actually quite practical. For example, he sometimes falls asleep on my couch and the extra clothing is here for the next morning, for work or lounge. It isn't like he has his whole wardrobe here... just a few shirts, a pair of sweats, one suit, some unmentionables, and a pair of jeans. It's like a Mulder package within my home. I have another Mulder package in my bathroom that has a toothbrush, shaving cream, razor, and deodorant. I finally find the shirt I was searching for. I look up and see Mulder in my doorway. Sucking in my breath, I hope he doesn't notice the piano in the back of my room. "Scully, is this yours?" he beckons towards the instrument. Slowly I stand up. "Yes." I see a gleam in his eye, but I am unsure of the emotion behind it. "Do you play?" he asks. I shake my head," No." He walks toward the piano and assesses it. Mulder runs his hands blindly along it as I had and it is almost as if he were touching my body. "Do you?" I squeak. "Yes, well, when I was young I used to play," he says. I walk towards him in the pitch blackness of the room which is only punctuated by the lunar luminosity. "Play." I whisper, so that he can hear me, barely. He sits down on the bench and collects himself. He begins so softly I can hardly hear it. The melody is familiar, as if my whole life could be summed up with it. The notes flow and undulate. Suddenly, a higher note is heard and my body is filled with emotion. I need to sit down. The moonlight plays games with the contours of Mulder's face. I see his eyes and his cheekbones. Despite the dark I can feel his intensity and his concentration. Time held no countenance to the feelings welling up within me. The music is feeding my soul fillet mignon when before I had only fed upon ground beef. I hear a climax in the music, a series of diminished scales that send me soaring through bliss. Then, before I am aware, the music stops. I am unable to speak. "Scully?" Mulder asks. Mutely, I try to respond. He walks over to me and my eyes break the dams that had held back the tears. "Scully, is everything all right?" he asks. How am I to say that he just made love to me with music, without him ever laying a hand upon me. I reach out to him, I want him to hold me. A little later, I am able to say," You did it." "Did what?" he asks, unaware of what had happened. "You made love to me with music." That night we not only made love through music, but I allowed myself to make love to him in reality. The love- making was passionate, not only because we loved one another, but because it had been bottled up within our souls for seven years and when the dam broke, it swelled and poured out. I knew I would always love that piano. The music that I had wanted so desperately was realized to be my Mulder. Later I would ask him about that song that had such a hold over me, it was the Moonlight Sonata. ~finis~ Email me with your thoughts on this piece at:philedpro@aol.com