From: "Mike and Cindi Apfelbeck" Date: Tue, 8 Dec 1998 10:45:20 -0500 Subject: story submission-A Knock At The Door Title: A Knock At The Door Author: Cindi Apfelbeck email: mikeandcindi@home.com Archive: Sure! Just let me know. Category: Story Rating: very mild PG (naughty thoughts!) Spoilers: Fight the Future, Pilot Keywords: MSR Summary: Scully has some interesting naughty thoughts as she gets ready to meet Mulder for a dinner date. Disclaimer: They belong to 1013, Fox and Chris Carter. Special thanks to Gillian and David for "being all that they can be" The show would be nothing without you two. :X (kisses to them both) A Knock At The Door Oh Dana, why do you insist on putting yourself through this? Another dinner date with Mulder. I know by now that dinner meant talking over some expense reports or case files and nothing more. I wished it was a whole lot more. DANA! why can't you have more self control? How can I? Look at him! Those smoldering eyes! His pouty lips. The muscles in his arms as he wraps me in a hug after a bad day. Self control is something null and void when I am in Mulders presence. I don't know how I have survived this long! Probably the fact that I never believed that he would be interested. I am like his lost sister. Or maybe a replacement for Samantha. But after the hallway scene. When I told him I was leaving. There was no denying the fire there. I was not his sister anymore. I would have left years ago if I knew that was what it took. Why am I so stupid when it comes to love? Why can't I tell him, just say it...Mulder. You have become my life. I will die if we separate. I feel like I am dying every moment we are not in contact... Okay, maybe a little too clingy but why can't I just express what I feel to him. Why am I so afraid that he will reject me. I wouldn't allow myself to feel this way if I knew there was no chance. I've seen it. From our first assignment together when I asked him to check the marks on my back, it's been there. Funny how I registered it but blocked it. That look in his eyes. That look I have seen so many times over the last six years together. Just a glance when he thinks I'm not looking. At first when I saw it I thought it was anger, or resentment towards me. There is no doubt that he didn't trust me in the beginning. But as I got to know what his anger looked like I was surprised at what it was. Passion. I was a little shocked. Being pretty straight-laced I could not even imagine it, being partners in the bureau and all. But Mulder molded me into it so I would actually look for it and miss it when it wasn't there. That passion. It was different from the drive that kept him going for his sister or our work together. It was different from when I watched him so close to the truth he wanted to scream. Or when he would stand up to our superiors with a torch in hand. For me his passion was subtler, smoother. Almost darker. Just one look my way before he left the room, his voice coming through my cell phone enveloping my brain, a touch on my back as he guided me through a door. I would feel his hand there still hours later, savouring it. It had become such a part of our life that when I discovered what it was I was going to assign myself as an x-file. Why didn't I see it all those years. I knew what it was but didn't think anything of it. It was as if that ALMOST kiss made me rethink everything and WAKE UP to what it really was. The passion was there the whole time. I knew it but couldn't fully comprehend it until then. WHY AM I SO STUPID WHEN IT COMES TO LOVE! How did I ever become a doctor? An FBI Agent? I have one of the hardest careers on the planet and I can't even spot a six year sexual relationship building? God knows everyone else in the bureau did. I have overheard some of the stuff that has been said about us but always brushed it off. Not once has my analytical mind stopped to think...is there an ounce of truth to these rumours? Especially the ones about Mulder. Pretty raunchy. After seeing the passion that he holds just for me though, I can without a doubt say that they probably are true. Oh, to experience some of those rumours with him! I'm all a tingle! To feel his hands on my body, carressing me gently. To taste his lips on mine, soft yet urging. To feel that passion that lurks inside him finally take form, and be released unto me. We could give the rumour mill of the FBI something to muss over, if only I could make my move. If only we could carry on from that barely kiss in the hallway. If only I had the guts to pull him into my apartment when he came to pick me up and show him the passion I have for him. (almost as if on cue Mulder knocks on the door.) Well, here goes nothing. "Hello, Mulder." deep breath. (muffled surprise as Scully grabs Mulder and kisses him as she shuts the door behind her.) That wasn't nearly as bad as I thought. "Should I cancel our dinner reservations?" The End? So, do you want the rest? feedback to: mikeandcindi@home.com