From: sue@chaffin.com
Date: Thu, 11 May 2000 01:07:36 -0000
Subject: xfc: New:  "Mirror, Mirror", By Sue Ann, MSR, V, R
Source: xfc

Title:  "Mirror, Mirror"
Author: Sue Ann
Category: MSR, Vignette
Disclaimers: Okay, okay, I stole them!  I took them away from their 
happy little homes and actually gave them a life!  Is that so wrong?
Rating: R
Feedback:  Oh please, oh please, oh please!
Summary:  Sometimes the rehearsal can be far more fun than the actual 
production.  In this case, Scully learns a whole new way of 
practicing her part.



"Hee, hee hee!  Oops...hmmm..." Scully breathed in deeply as she 
strived to keep her balance.

"Okay, okay... hmmm, hee hee... Okay... Okay!  Concentrate now!"  She 
realized how silly she must look but didn't particularly care.  The 
reflection staring back at her in the bathroom mirror looked nothing 
like her, so what did it matter how foolish she appeared to be?  
Stunned at the circles under her eyes she giggled as she came to the 
realization,  "I'm so plastered!"  Is that what they called it?  It'd 
been so long, she'd almost forgotten.  The mere thought of it was 
enough to make her burst out laughing.  Bent over the sink, striving 
to control her bladder, she was unable to tame the convulsions of 
laughter that poured from deep within her chest.

"Okay, I can do this, really I can..." She breathed out a meditative 
sigh and proceeded.  "Mulder, the - feel - things... hee hee hee!  
Ummm, 'kay... I, er, ummm... BAH-HA! HA! HA! HAAAAA!"

It was all over for her now as she lay, rolling on the floor in a 
desperate attempt to remember what the whole point of this little 
bathroom adventure was all about.  Her face was red from laughter and 
all the "Crazy Cowgirls" she'd consumed that evening.  How many had 
she had anyway?  It didn't really matter, Malibu rum was strong 
enough to clobber a lightweight like her, even if it *was* mixed with 
all that orange, pineapple and cranberry juice.  

Scully struggled hard to retain her composure.  As her laughter 
dissolved she began to feel her heart beat so hard in her chest, she 
could swear it was someone knocking on her door.  

"Come een!" she yelled in her worst French maid accent. And that was 
enough to get her going again.  It wasn't until a good ten minutes 
later that she was able to pick herself up off the floor and re-
address her reflection.

"So, where was I?  Oh yeah, Mulder..." She wiped the thin mist of 
sweat off her brow.

"Mulder, I have always felt this special connection...  No, that's 
not right."  She tried again.  "I love you Mulder."  

She winced at the slur in her words.  How had it come to this?  She'd 
been such a good girl at the bachelorette party.  She hadn't made out 
with the Cowboy stripper as all the other women had.  Not that she 
was a stiff or something.  He'd been given more than his share of the 
one-dollar bills she had previously stuffed in her pocket in 
anticipation.  Strippers and booze, who would've pictured it?  But 
still, she'd remained fairly composed.  Well, maybe the *karaoke* 
thing had been a little much, but everyone at the party had been 
requesting the Foo Fighters all night.  It was her duty to sing for 
them.  Perhaps it had been her lack of reading skills that night, 
which had caused her to burst into a medley of "Don't wanna be your 
monkey man!  Don't wanna be green eggs and ham"!  Clearly not her 
best rendition.  Okay, so maybe she *was* a little off her rocker, 
but still, she had been the most responsible lady at the party.  At 
least, before all the drinking started.  If Mulder only knew what his 
partner had been reduced to.  She didn't know if he'd die of laughter 
or humiliation first. 

"Poor Mulder," she thought. Did he ever have fun like this?  Or did 
he just sit around his apartment night after night in his stiff 
little shirts, getting all wild and crazy with his Discovery Channel? 
Poor, sad guy.  What would it take to make Mulder get a life?  She'd 
always wondered the same thing about herself.  Well, certainly 
tonight was a nice solid step in that direction.

"Whew!"  She balanced herself with a tight grip on the porcelain 
beneath her.  Her breathing seemed to be regaining its steadiness as 
she continued to speak aloud to her dear friend Ms. Reflection.

"Mulder, we need to talk."  It was a good way to start out; short, to 
the point and full of purpose.  "I want to rub my hands all over your 
body and lick you like an ice cream treat... Mmm, ice cream sounds 
good right now!  Hee hee!" 

She seemed to be having a hard time concentrating.  She wasn't trying 
to confess her sick little fantasies to Mulder; she just wanted to 
tell him how she felt.  That she'd loved him for so long, that she 
believed him to be her soulmate, her missing half.  But these words 
did not come easily to her.  And though it bothered her, she was all 
too familiar with her own reticence and unwillingness to be open and 
direct about things.  She wanted to change.  But first, she wanted 
coffee, she *needed* coffee.

Scully made her way to the kitchen to brew up a nice hot pot of 
sobering tonic.  "This should do the trick," she convinced herself.  
Back to normal is where she needed to be because there was a limit to 
her rehearsal time here.  And with that realization she hurried on 
with her task, being sure not to spill as she headed back to the 
stage which was her bathroom, and her audience, the faithful mirror.

"When I look at you Mulder, I see my future.  I see growing old.  I 
see Christmas's and birthdays and endless sunsets."  No, too corny.  
She wasn't trying to force him to leave skidmarks from tearing out 
the door.  It was just how she felt.  Life with Mulder would be like 
a fairy-tale, or a sonnet, like a stream that would always flow 
beautiful and strong.  But maybe he wouldn't see it that way, and if 
she tried to tell it like it was, he would surely know she was 
intoxicated.

"No Oss-ifer, I mean Officer, there's no blood in my alcohol level... 
Hmm hee hee! Baa haaa! haa haaaa!"

Obviously this coffee wasn't working quite as fast as she'd hoped.  
It was time to call upon her willpower to pull her through.

"Mulder, I am going to give you a hypothetical here.  Let's say, just 
for fun, that I was in love with you and wanted to just throw you 
down on the floor and have my way with you... would you be offended 
or just downright insulted?"  She cocked her head to the side as if 
responding to his reply.  "Really? Well... what if I threw a little 
boob action in there?  Yeah?  You think?"

This was ridiculous; she was a grown woman, playing children's games 
in the privacy of her bathroom.  She might as well start 
chanting "Bloody Mary", or something equally offensive to adulthood. 
Maybe she was just completely crackers here.  In any case, she had to 
go on, there was not much time left.  She pulled all of her strength 
into the most serious state of mind she could muster up.  It's all 
about focus, she thought.

"I know you care about me Mulder, it's hard not to after the number 
of years we've been together as a team.  But Mulder, I am ready to 
move beyond a team, into something a little deeper."  She could 
almost imagine the look of horror on his face as she went on.

"I've fallen in love with you Mulder.  I've given you my trust and 
dedication; my time and energy; my faith and devotion.  And now I am 
offering you my heart.  I am laying down before you, my soul, and all 
things in my past and my future.  This is the road I choose Mulder.  
I have always and *will* always have your back, but now it is time 
for me to stand by your side.  I need to stand as your partner, your 
friend and your lover.  I want to be with you Mulder."

This was getting easier.  But fear began to seep into Scully's 
thoughts as she realized that this might not be quite so easy when it 
came to the face-to-face with Mulder.  She couldn't shake off her 
fear of rejection and it was even harder to imagine his feelings 
toward her when she was in this state.

"I don't want to pressure you, Mulder.  I know that this is a lot to 
throw at you and certainly I understand that it's very unexpected.  
But please, just give us a chance.  I believe that our relationship 
will only grow stronger.  This can only be a positive thing if our 
feelings are mutual."

She realized that she couldn't just ask if he felt the same way.  She 
could only hope that he would reach out to her, cup her face in his 
hands and kiss her deeply.  That would be all the answer she'd need.  
To feel his kiss again, but this time in a pure passion - filled 
plunge.  She could almost feel his hands on her waist; his body 
pressed tight up against her as he dove down into her, in a storm of 
desire and longing.  All that had been building up between the two of 
them over the years became clear in Scully's mind as a vision of the 
two of them making love began to consume her thoughts.  She could 
feel the strength of his arms as he purposefully lowered her to the 
bed.  Her skin tingled in all of the places she could imagine him 
kissing.  First, her shoulders, as he made his way up her neck and to 
her mouth again.  The kisses, becoming more breathless and 
uncontrollable.  Next, she envisioned his hand sliding over her 
breasts, fingers circling her perfect nipples and trailing down her 
tummy, to her belly button. She imagined he would never break contact 
with her eyes, searing a longing gaze into her, forcing her to 
whimper with pleasure.  Scully found her own hands beginning to 
explore as she pictured Mulder moving down in between her legs, which 
she eagerly parted for him.

"Oh, Mulder," she whispered, her mind taking her further into this 
welcome state of imagination. 

She began to quiver with delight as her imagined-Mulder brought her 
quickly to his mouth, only to lead her into a full array of muscle 
spasms and cries of pleasure. She shuddered as she let her fingers do 
all of the work that the man whom she loved was unavailable to do.  
Moving quickly into the same state that she was imagining herself in, 
she paused for a moment of realization; this was getting good, and 
the last thing she wanted to do was finish too soon.  Once she 
regained her composure, her fingers resumed their mission as she 
pictured the next scene of her own little Mulder-screenplay.  

His face, flushed and misty with sweat, held a satisfied grin as he 
pulled himself back up to her lips.  He gently kissed them in 
assurance that his adventure had been a very fulfilling one; but 
there was enough gleam in his eye to indicate that it wouldn't stop 
there.  Scully's hand began to quicken its speed as she saw her 
Mulder thrust himself into her.  The feeling, she assumed, would be 
the most amazing sensation for the both of them.  For it had been so 
long since either of them had been with anyone in this way.  Her 
muscles tensed up again and she knew that she was getting close.  
This time she wouldn't stop herself, she was gonna ride this one out 
and like Mulder had said many times before, "Just go with it."

Her fantasy engulfed her as she pictured Mulder's face during his 
climax.  The movements between them had become out of control; their 
bodies clung together in a mass of sweat and animalistic craving.  He 
was ready, and so was she.  As her imaginary Mulder thrust into her 
harder and harder her hand began to speed up; rolling her into a 
massive frenzy of spasms and visions of him, in the one place she'd 
always hoped he'd someday be.

When the sensation finally hit her, she gasped aloud and flung 
herself back against the tub.  Her hair all tousled and her face red 
with heat, she let the feeling take her.  The throbbing between her 
legs was *most* pleasurable and she allowed her thoughts of Mulder-
sex linger long enough to let them run their course.  She was almost 
completely relaxed when she noticed the wet spot on her back.  

"Oh dammit!"

 She'd spilled her precious cup of coffee on the floor in her fit of 
self-gratification.  Scrambling to her feet, in a mad rush to get the 
mess cleaned up, she cursed herself.  She'd paid too much for those 
cute white cotton bath mats to just see them all stained brown.  She 
suddenly realized the humor not only in her sense of soberness, but 
also in her frantic need to clean up the little coffee spill which 
had been the direct result of her pleasuring herself on the bathroom 
floor.  In any case, she needed to get busy.

Once in the kitchen, she grabbed a bottle of stain remover and a rag 
and hurried back into the bathroom.  As she scrubbed at the stains, 
her mind traveled back to the place she'd been only moments ago.  She 
could hear Mulder's voice in her head.  "Scully, I love you so much.  
I'll always love you.  You're the half of me that has always been 
missing."

A goofy smile found its way across her face and she sighed the sigh 
of a woman in love.  Standing back up to meet her reflection once 
again, she replied, "I love you too Mulder."

*Knock, knock, knock!*

She jumped, surprised; this time knowing it was really the door and 
not her heartbeat.  She quickly discarded her cleaning supplies under 
the sink, pulled her clothes back into place and straightened her 
hair with her fingers.  She looked down at her watch and noted the 
time.  Just about right, she thought, and she made her way to the 
door.

On the other side, Mulder wore a look of confusion on his face at her 
abrupt greeting.

"Hello Scully."

"Hi Mulder, come on in."  She grabbed his hand and pulled at him.

"Thanks", he said with a bemused smile.

She took his coat and escorted him to the sofa.  He sat down; an 
uneasy expression on his face at the unfamiliarity of being invited 
over so late at night. 

"So, Scully, it's pretty late, what was it you wanted to talk to me 
about?"

"Well Mulder, where do I begin?"


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