From: ephemeral@ephemeralfic.org
Date: 6 Jul 2002 05:31:36 -0000
Subject: Just Standing There by xtrekangel
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	Title: Just Standing There
	Rating: NC-17
	Summary: A sweet little piece where, guess what, 
Mulder and Scully get happy.  I added a little poem 
at the end that I wrote awhile back, it's mine thank 
you.  Listen to 
Rescue by Ashanti.  Really good song that inspired 
me to write.  Please listen to it.  I would love to see 
a video made with that song.
	Endorse: Characters belong to Fox, CC, and 1013.  
The story and poem are mine.  
Please send feedback.  Ask me if you would like to 
archive, and I hope you do.  
Xtrekangel@hotmail.com

	The loud rapping at her door startled her.  A sigh 
escaped her lips.  Only one person was most likely 
standing out in the hall.  He always seemed to come 
at odd hours.  She walked slowly, yet with a purpose.  
She had to say no to any wild excursion he had 
planned.  She was tired.  Unlocking the door she 
opened the door as far as the latch would allow.  
There he stood, stooped, and looking down at the 
ground.
	"What is it Mulder?"
	"I wanna talk to you."  He said, she heard a trace 
of something that she didn't hear often in his voice.  
	"What's wrong?"  She said undoing the latch, and 
allowing him to enter.  He walked in quickly, like he 
had a purpose, then turned around to face her.  His 
fingers played with his mouth as he contemplated 
something.  "Well?"  She crossed her arms in front 
of her, 
waiting.
	"Scully I....."
	"Look Mulder...."
	"No, I have to tell you something."  He walked left 
a few steps, then walked right a few steps, before 
stopping in front of her again.  His eyes pierced hers 
as they met.  She couldn't look away, they held her 
there.  Determination and other emotions flickered 
across his face.  He was still contemplating 
something.  He took a deep breath, then suddenly he 
moved in one step, right up against her. Grabbing her 
arms he leaned in and kissed her, deeply.  Scully was 
in shock and could not respond properly.  She was 
unsure of what to do, but she did not push him away.  
She almost leaned in a little.  Finally he let go of her 
and looked her in the eyes.  He studied her for a 
moment, then she pulled back out of his grasp.
	"Mulder....what....I ...what....."  She stammered, 
taken aback.  He was breathing in and out rather 
quickly.
	"I'm sorry Scully.  I just couldn't figure out any 
other way to explain what I feel."  Her mind was still 
reeling.  Words could not, would not form in her 
mouth.  Her lips moved, no sound was heard though.  
He looked down to the floor.  "I understand."  He 
walked out the door, leaving Scully standing there 
still trying to form her thoughts.  She was finally 
brought out of her stupor by a loud boom of thunder, 
and the sound of rain pounding against her windows.  
Realizing what had just happened, she ran out into 
the 
hall, and down the stairs to the outside.  As she 
opened the door she saw Mulder standing at the 
bottom of the stairs, in the rain.  Just standing there.  
She walked a few steps into the torrential rain.
	"Mulder!"  She yelled.  But he didn't seem to hear 
her.  She came up behind him.  
"Mulder!"  This time he heard, or chose to hear her.  
They stood there a moment, the rain pouring over 
them.  Soaking them, and seemingly drowning them.  
"Mulder."  That was all she could seem to say.
	"You don't have to say it.  It won't happen again."  
She just looked at him, searching his eyes. Then 
reaching up she grabbed his neck with both hands 
and pulled him towards her.  Her lips locked onto 
his.  He was surprised this time, but the shock wore 
off quickly 
as he kissed back.  This time when they pulled away 
he smiled down at her, and put his fore head against 
hers.  Her hands still grasping his neck.  They both 
were breathing hard as the rain poured down their 
faces.  Neither could speak this time.  They held 
each other, 
as the lightning lit up the crying sky.  
	"Scully."
	"Mulder."
	"We need to talk."
	"Yes we do."  They didn't want to move.  They 
were afraid to, afraid that things would not be so 
magical, things would go wrong, one of them would 
wake up.  Taking a deep breath, Scully turned around 
and walked back up the stairs and walked inside.  
Not 
wanting to look back.  Hoping he would follow, 
knowing he would, and he did.  Now she was truly 
afraid.  Deeply terrified of the implications, the 
emotions, and the ......... of what was to come next.  
She stood dripping wet in her apartment when he 
entered.  Her hair plastered to her head.  The water 
streamed off her body.  Goosbumps formed on her 
body as she shivered.  Maybe from the cold, maybe 
from the situation, maybe from both.  She did not 
know what she was supposed to do next.
	They stood transfixed, unable to do anything as an 
odd feeling, no, an unfamiliar 
feeling washed over both of them.
	"Mulder..."  She tried to find the words.  "Is this 
the right thing to do?"  That's not what she really 
wanted to say.  Her clothes were sticking to her.   
She wondered how she was going to get her jeans 
off.
	"Why would it be wrong Scully?"  He almost 
seemed hurt by her question.
	"Because of what we are getting ourselves into."  
She tried to be rational against all that her heart was 
saying.
	"And what are we getting ourselves into?"  Could 
he answer a question?
	"I don't know."  Her eyes dropped a little.
	"Neither do I Scully."  He seemed to rush up to her 
all of a sudden, even though she knew he had merely 
taken a few steps.  He grabbed her face with his 
hands, and she held onto his arms.  She looked up as 
his eyes.  They smiled at her, inviting her, 
intoxicating her.  He licked his lips.  She bit her 
bottom lip.  "Are we gonna get ourselves into 
something?"  He grinned.  She closed her eyes a 
second, and smiled.  When she looked leaned in 
closer, eyes closed.  Slowly their lips grazed against 
each others, unsure if they should take the plunge.  
They graze again, before landing on their intended 
targets.  The world spins 
around them, and the lightning becomes even 
greater. They release to each other, tasting each 
other.  Wanting and needing nothing more than this 
one moment in an insignificant timeline of love, 
death, and betrayal.  These two people who have 
sacrificed everything 
for each other so willingly, can now finally sacrifice 
something more so that they be more than just two 
people.  Now they can truly be whole, one, in mind, 
body, and soul.  There will always be one to reach 
down and pull the other out of the deepest of depths.
	Just the feel of her mouth is aw inspiring.  He 
couldn't imagine what it would feel like to taste, to 
touch, to explore the rest of the woman before him.  
He had hid fare share of experiences in the past, but 
all of it didn't compare to the kiss, just the kiss.  His 
lips left hers, and trailed along her cheek, drinking 
in her taste as he trailed down to her neck.  She 
grabbed his face, and pulled his head back to hers.  
He drowned in her eyes.  He was exquisitely dying.  
But why did she stop?
	"What?"  He whispered.
	"I wanted to make sure you were real."  He 
grinned and she smiled.
	"Are you?"
	"Yes."
	"Then so am I."
	"Why did you decide to come her tonight Mulder?"  
All the questions, more important things could be 
going on.
	"I couldn't take it any more.  It was agony."  Her 
eyes showed thee same feeling he had felt for so 
long.  She turned away from him and started to walk 
away.  "Where are you going?"  He thought she had 
changed her mind.
	"I need to get out of these wet clothes."  She said 
simply.  Her hand reached out for him, and he took 
it, following her.  They entered her room, and he 
pushed her up against the door closing it.  They 
wanted to end the masquerade, and shed their bodies 
of the fabric which inhibited them.  He kissed 
hungrily upon her mouth.  All of the pent up 
passion seeping out, every imaginable consequence 
pushed out of their minds.
	"Save me Scully."  Her hands tore at his jacket and 
his shirt as she tried to peel them off of his body.  
His lips still ate hungrily at hers as he helped pull 
his clothes off, then proceeded to tear at hers.  Her 
hands slid up his stomach to his chest, as she him 
kissed 
veraciously.  They were greedy for each other touch, 
almost selfishly so.  His hands pressed up against her 
chest.  The quiet longing in each others eyes now 
receded to immediate longing.  They made their way 
to the bed and sunk down into the mattress.   He was 
over her, looking down.  Both of them were 
breathing heavily by this point.  Again she grabbed 
his neck and pulled him towards her, needing to fell 
his lips again.  He didn't let his lips linger there long 
though, and soon he made his way down her neck, 
down her chest, to her stomach, down further.  Then 
he licked his way back up her stomach causing 
goosebumps to form, and her back to arch somewhat.  
Her hands searched his body over.  Feeling every 
inch.  She kissed his neck, and he came back up to 
her.  His kissed her bottom lip, as his hands caressed 
her.  Her skin felt so smooth against his.  Finally he 
pressed into her, and she gasped with his every 
movement.  Their hands danced across each others 
glistening bodies, and their bodies became fluid 
movement.  He moved slowly, enjoying the 
sweetness of their situation, not wanting it to end too 
fast.  
Looking down at her beautiful face he saw a small 
tear fall from the corner of her eye.  He stopped, 
thinking he was hurting her.  She rolled him over so 
she was on top, and began to move in slow rhythmic 
movements.  Her eyes were closed, ecstasy flowed 
from her to him.  She arched her back, and he 
grabbed her by the waist.  In all of his wildest 
dreams he never felt so alive as he did at that very 
moment when the passion seemed to explode all at 
once.  They collapsed into each others arms.  Not 
talking, just laying there.  They just layed there, half 
asleep.  But their night did not end there.  Many 
times throughout the night, in between little naps, 
they explored every inch of each other.

The crying game 
dying again
my soul has given up
my hearts beat has stopped
breathing ceases in my lungs
the sight of you is unmanageable
crazy feelings are ignited
you are the passion of the light
the passing of the days
an amazing kaleidoscope
of the beauty that is love

my soul is going crazy
my mind has gone to mush
every minute
every second
it's you I'm thinking of
if only you could love me
and hold me in your arms
sweet ecstasy ignites
dance with me
be my baby
our souls will intertwine

Your eyes are pools of passion
drowning me with love
see me
notice me
be with me
my every nerve jumps with electricity
your touch is invigorating
I crave your sweet taste
every moment without you
is a thousand days of torture
killing me slowly
quietly in secret
   by Sophia S.  (xtrekangel)