From: "Catwoman" Date sent: Sun, 5 Apr 1998 20:19:05 -0600 To: submissions@x-philes.com From: qtrcrc-e@telusplanet.net Subject: NEW: 'Lady Marmalade' (1/1) by Catwoman Date: April 5th, 1998 Lines: 311 Reply To: TheCatwoman@toosexyforyou.com Content-Type: text/plain Classification: V, UST, MSR, a bit of A Keywords: Mulder/Scully romance, MSR, UST Rating: G, I guess. A couple adult themes, sort of, but nothing serious. Note: Sequel to 'I Want You' and 'Bootie Call'. Lady Marmalade Another X-Files Romance by CW AKA Meg Disclaimer: M&S are still not mine, but instead belong to DD, GA, CC, 1013, FOX, and all these other faceless names...just kidding. At least the first three aren't very faceless to those of us who obsess over them! The song 'Lady Marmalade', as far as I remember, belongs to Labelle originally, but since All Saints basically totally rewrote most of the lyrics...well, needless to say, I'm using their version...I do also have the lyrics to the Labelle version, but they just don't fit the same way. Distribute: Sure. Fine. Wherever. Just keep everything that is here now attached and do not try to sell it, and let me know where it's going. Spoilers: Same as in the last two stories in this series. Note: Another thing that Johannah commented upon reading 'I Want You' was that she wished it had...more. We all know what that means, right? Don't worry; I'll try not to be too naughty. :) Meanwhile, this is the third (and hopefully final) installment in a fun little series I've been doing, the first story of which is 'I Want You', which is then followed by 'Bootie Call'. This is also the perfect opportunity for all you wonderful readers to find out just how much of a silly ass I can be. Thank you for reading. WARNING: MSR construction ahead! Thanx: Thanx go to Johannah, again, for suggesting this whole thing. Dedication: I'd like to dedicate this story to my soul-sister, Christy, simply because she'll never, ever read this...just kidding (even though it's the truth). In reality, it's because we've known each other since I was four and she was three, and been close as sisters since then...so I figured it's about time I dedicated *something* to her. Summary: Mulder promised us this wasn't over yet... ***** Now come on and share all your deep fantasies I'm asking not telling you please Show me all night You can do me right Take me where I wanna be ***** Dana Scully let out a tight breath as she closed the door behind herself, then smiled to herself, as if the simple action would quell the strange nervousness that had settled over her. Just under an hour ago, Fox Mulder, her friend and partner of five years and some change, had asked her, boldly, simply, if she ever---as he put it---wanted him. Just that; nothing else. No leading up to it, no foreplay, not even any nervousness on his part, it seemed. He'd just come right out and asked. And what had her reply been? Truly, she was quite proud of herself. She had smirked at him, playing his own card, and replied just as simply as he'd asked, "Sometimes." And then she'd gone back to work, like nothing had happened, leaving him to stumble over his thoughts by himself, and feeling satisfied that she had, indeed, given him something to think about. She doubted he had expected her to be so bold. To be like him. Since then, a comfortable if tense silence had settled over the small office, but it was a good tension in the air, not like the discomfort with which they'd handled each other since Emily had died---and especially on their most recent case. Those damn vampires had caused more trouble than they'd ever know, she thought, smarting inside as she thought of her inexplicable attraction to Sheriff Harwell. Mulder probably thought she was some schoolgirl who would fall over the nearest man she found! She was ashamed thinking of how she'd thrown herself at Harwell...not that she'd been especially indiscreet, but she'd been unsubtle enough to catch Mulder's attention, letting him onto her attraction to the sheriff, and that was letting on more than she usually did. After all, she'd been able to hide her attraction to Mulder himself from Mulder for five years now, hadn't she? Or maybe he had known all along...but then why was he asking her now? She hadn't even questioned the fact that he might just have been curious---if he had just been curious, he would have said so. Looking into his eyes as she had contemplated how to answer his stark question with a stark answer, she had been utterly certain that what she saw within the soft hazel was a desire for her...and that it was his wanting of her that subsequently caused him to work up his courage and ask her if she felt the same. Of course, he hadn't said that; nothing was final. They could both back off now; forget any of it had ever happened. Then they could continue with their life the way it was now: comfortable, safe, professional. Nah. She smiled to herself, genuinely this time as she walked back towards their office, having retrieved coffee for the both of them from down the hall, since their coffee maker was presently...out of order. Not to mention that she had needed a moment to herself to think. And think she had. She had decided that no matter what fears popped up to try and stop her progress, she would go ahead with this thing with Mulder; she didn't want to stay comfortable, safe, and professional anymore. She wanted to follow up on his words; to see if he really wanted her too, and to see where it would go from there. She entered the office quietly, and was slightly surprise to see that Mulder had set his work aside and was lounging in his office chair, feet up on his desk, his hands clasped behind his head, eyes closed and a small smile touching his lips. She smirked again. Maybe he was planning a little something himself. As she set the coffee down on his desk, she contemplated whether to take advantage of his current state. She was sure he was aware of her presence in the room, but that he was deliberately leaving her the advantage. She smirked to herself and folded her arms, considering him. A second later, she pushed off from where she leaned against the door and walked around behind his desk, being careful not to disturb him. She leaned against his desk then, keeping her arms folded, and leaned down, her lips at his ear as she whispered, "Do you ever...want me, Mulder?" A wide smile spread across his face, but he did not open his eyes or move. "Sometimes," he said simply, and she grinned to herself and straightened up. A second later he opened one eye and looked up at her. She feigned concern. "You okay, Mulder? You're looking..." "Hot?" he offered, opening both eyes in order to give her a proper leer. Her face cleared into a secretive little grin again. She debated on whether or not to tell him he looked good enough to eat, and decided against it at that point. Wouldn't want to rush things, she told herself. "Tired," she said simply, and he grinned. "On the contrary, Agent Scully, I'm feeling rather energetic," he informed her. She gazed down at him for a moment, allowing herself to simply look at him for what he was, feeling flooded with a sudden new emotion which she'd kept in check for years but which it seemed useless to hold back now. When she spoke, her voice was soft, a quality which she didn't usually allow around him, but which now came naturally. She wanted him to hear her feeling in her voice. And she somehow knew he wanted to hear it. "You want some coffee?" He looked up at her, meeting her eyes, his slight surprise at the tone in her voice communicated to her silently. Her lips lifted into a slight smile, reassuring him, telling him not to be afraid of this new side of her. He'd seen it before in brief glimpses, after all. He hoped she could see in his eyes how delighted he was by what he read in her voice and her expression. He nodded quickly, aware suddenly that she had asked him a question. She kept smiling, which was such a welcome and unusual sight he felt overwhelmed, as she walked around his desk and picked up the two cups of coffee, handing him one as she came back around to lean against his desk, deliberately standing within his personal space as he had so many times in hers, but as she so rarely did. He sipped the hot liquid gratefully. He realized with a smile that she knew exactly how he liked his coffee, right down to how much honey. What a match. Gradually, he leaned back in his chair again, feeling her eyes still on him as he slowly drank his coffee and contemplated. "Well, I think we've just successfully cleared the air of something that's been building between us for five years," Mulder said smoothly. "On the contrary, Agent Mulder," Scully said, using his words of earlier. "I think that we've allowed it to come to the surface...we haven't cleared the air yet. It's still hanging between us." "Easily brushed aside, right?" he chuckled. "You know I'll do as you wish, Scully. If you want to forget this ever happened, to put it down to staying in the office too late..." "It's two o'clock in the afternoon." "That's beside the point. Anyway, if you want things to stay the same between us, I'll go along with you. Just say the words, and we'll pretend this little incident never happened." She was silent for a moment, and he watched as she moved away from his desk, walking around to stand across the room, her arms folded, one hand holding the hot coffee to her lips as she took another long sip. "Do you?" she asked sincerely, and he knew that she wasn't trying to avoid his question---she was just trying to be sure of where they stood. "No," he answered softly. She took in a deep breath and let it out. "Neither do I," she said just as softly, and she half-turned to look at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "I have something else I'd like to clear between us." "Go ahead, Scully," he said, finishing his coffee and setting the styrofoam cup to the side. "I lied to you earlier. I want you---not just sometimes, but all the time." If he'd still had his coffee, he was sure he would have choked on it. Meanwhile, he looked up at her, allowing the surprise move across his face, along with the customary smirk. "I knew it," he said simply, and she grinned. "I thought you might have," she said, and finished her own coffee before putting the cup down. "All this time and you never said anything." "Not like you did. And by the way, I lied to you too...it appears our feelings are completely mutual." "Are they feelings? Or is it just sexual attraction?" she asked him pointedly, eyes fixed on him. "Oh, sure, Scully, I'm totally in love with you," he said casually, leaning back in his chair and peering at her with warm eyes, watching her every reaction. "Is that what you wanted to know?" Something in her seemed to falter slightly, for in a quick moment she was sitting in her chair, and trying to look unaffected. "Now, the question is, are you serious?" she asked, more to herself than to him, but hoping like hell that he'd pick up the question all the same. "Would I lie to you about something like that, Scully? I know you trust me." She let out her breath. "Yes, but you could easily lie to yourself about something like that." "For five years? Come on, Scully." "Okay, so, for once, I really want to believe your theory," Scully said, looking over at him. A grin cracked across his face at her analogy. She looked at him, the same humor in her eyes that had been there earlier. "But just like always, you've got to convince me." "Scully, come here," he ordered quietly, motioning with his chin to the spot beside himself which she'd occupied earlier. Struggling not to blush, Scully brought herself to her feet and carefully moved around behind his desk again, leaning against it and folding her arms as she had earlier. She watched him as he slowly lifted himself from his chair, and she closed her eyes as she felt him suddenly towering over her, as he had many times in the past...but now she felt more vulnerable than ever. "That's good, Scully; keep your eyes closed," he murmured in her ear. "I don't want you to think about this; why don't you let your instincts decide?" And then he was kissing her, gently, almost carefully and yet without reservation, his lips touching her just on the side of her mouth, letting her know what he was doing before he dropped the whole thing on her. She felt his hands come to rest on her waist, his thumbs rubbing suggestively against the fabric of the thin shirt she wore. But rather than kissing her full on the mouth, as she'd suspected he would, he continued to kiss down her jaw, then back up, kissing her just under her chin, then further down, on her throat. She dipped her head back slightly, giving him the room he needed, a tiny gasp escaping her lips as she felt a beautiful thrill of pleasure seep through from where he touched her into her bloodstream. He stepped closer, moving more into her as he continued to kiss her neck. Her hands, which had been clinging to the desk behind herself for support, could hold back no longer. She had to touch him. Who said he could have all the fun? She reached up and grasped his head between her hands, forcing him to stop what he was doing and look at her, raising his head so he could look down into her eyes. She held his gaze for a moment, then watched her hands as they traveled down and found his hands, prying them away from herself. He watched her. She enfolded her hands in his own, encouraging him to close his fingers until he did. She looked back up at him. He smiled down at her, then leaned towards her, and she took a quick breath before she met him halfway, her lips finding his and fastening on. The kiss was very chaste at first, but soon deepened, until she was experiencing the delight she never thought she would of his tongue stroking around the inside of her mouth. His hands moved back to her waist, and hers moved to grip his hips, pulling him closer to her. They released each other a moment later, both gasping for air as they looked at each other and smiled. And the phone rang. Mulder groaned, cursed something under his breath, and backed away from her, leaving her with a squeeze of her hand to reassure her he'd be back. He walked over and picked up the phone. "Mulder. Oh, hi, Frohike. Listen, this is a...urgent? Okay, okay. Scully? Yeah, she's here, why? Oh, all right..." He reached down and pushed the speakerphone button, then replaced the receiver on its cradle. "Hey, Scully, how are you?" Frohike's congenial voice came. "I'm just fine, thank you, Frohike," she replied, glancing at Mulder and rubbing the back of her neck with one hand, her eyes meeting his as she felt herself flushing in reminder of the heated moment before. "Great. Listen, I may have picked up a lead for you and Mulder on the whole Hotel Bible conspiracy..." Mulder groaned again, while Scully looked at him, mouthing, "Hotel Bible conspiracy?" "This is your urgent news, Frohike? Come on..." Mulder began. "No, really, Mulder, I thought you and Scully should know about this one," Frohike insisted, and Scully turned her head so Mulder wouldn't see her grin. "Frohike," she said then, being sure her voice was low, the way Frohike liked it. "How about if I call you later tonight and you tell me everything?" "C-call me?" Frohike repeated. "Yes, Frohike, call you," she replied, glancing at Mulder, who was by then grinning like a fool. Frohike was silent for a moment. "I'll do that, okay, Frohike?" Scully said, glancing at Mulder again to silence him. "I'm going to go now; really need some caffeine in my system." "Oh...okay, Scully. Talk to you later," Frohike said obediently, and Scully made sure he could hear her moving across the room. But she stopped by her little desk. "Is she gone?" Frohike asked almost nervously. "She's gone," Mulder said, glancing over at Scully, who was struggling to retain her silent laughter. "So, Frohike, what do you think all that was about?" "Why, I think it's obvious, Mulder," Frohike said matter-of-factly. "She wants me." Unable to help themselves, both Mulder and Scully broke out laughing. Frohike started to sputter something, and Mulder managed to choke out an, "I'll call you later, Frohike," before he hung up the phone quickly and collapsed into his chair, the laughter overtaking him. Scully came back over and leaned against his desk, reaching down to hold his hand as she laughed with him. "Looks like you have a contender." "Looks like." And they laughed. ***** Where you think you're sleeping tonight? Voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir Voulez-vous coucher avec moi ***** THE END-or is it? 'Hey Scully, is this demonstration of boyish agility turning you on at all?' ***All feedback is, as always, greatly appreciated***Flames will be used to decorate the Catacomb***