Date sent: Mon, 24 Nov 1997 21:29:28 -0500 (EST) From: GHill52695@aol.com Subject: "Mole 5" (1/1) by Danielle Culverson I'm posting this story for its author, Danielle Culverson, smythja@aston.ac.uk. She would love to hear your comments. "Mole 1, 2, 3, and 4" have recently shown up on a.t.x.c., and are on their way to Gossamer. If you can't find the previous stories and want to read them, let me know and I'll e-mail them to you. Gerry +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ This is a fiction story based on the characters created by Chris Carter. No infringement of copyrights held by 10/13 Productions, Twentieth Century Productions, or Fox Broadcasting is intended. All unrecognised characters and plot-lines belong to me. Names, characters, and places exist solely within my imagination, or are used fictitiously. No connection to any person, living or dead, is intended, and any resemblance is entirely coincidental. Feel free to distribute, but please keep me as the author. Classification - S, R. (Short with MSR). Spoilers - None. Rating - 15. Summary - The fifth part of the "Mole" series. Mulder and Scully seek out the characteristic marks on each others' bodies. A big thanks again to all the people who have written to say they're enjoying this series, and those who insisted I write another part (you know who you are! ). Thanks also to Sarah, for saying that Mulder too should have a mole. Danielle Culverson. Mole 5. (1/1) Two FBI agents methodically searched a room in a Washington D.C. apartment. Their search was so detailed that anything larger than a pea would have been turned up. They had already spent an hour on the search, and were just finishing. - The search had only turned up one item, which was unusual. That one had already been destroyed. The man got to his feet. He was six foot one, and athletic. One lock of dark brown hair stubbornly refused to join the otherwise subdued mop on his head, and curled down onto his forehead. He pushed it back impatiently, and went to the front door of the apartment. It was already locked, but he checked it anyway, and then put the deadbolt on. The woman rose to her feet. She was nearly a foot shorter than her partner, only five foot three, and had auburn hair. She moved a little awkwardly, her left leg apparently causing her pain. She met her partner as he re-entered the main room, and their eyes met. After four years of working together, they no longer noticed the difference in their height. "It's clean." Special Agent Fox Mulder informed his partner. "And the door...?" Dana Scully asked, a little nervously. "Locked." Mulder replied, "No-one's going to walk in on us. - I've also taken the phone off the hook, and disconnected the doorbell. We're not going to be disturbed." Scully nodded, and silence fell between them. Neither of the two agents were sure what was supposed to happen next, although they both knew why they had returned to Mulder's apartment after a long day spent at FBI headquarters. Scully broke the silence. "Did you really mean it?" she asked. Mulder didn't need to ask her what, - his thoughts had been running along the same lines as hers, and he knew what she was talking about. "Yes. - I do want all of you to myself. I do want to see the parts of you that other people don't get to see." Scully relaxed a little, and took a step towards her partner. Then she spoke the words she had never dared to say before. "I want you to see them, Mulder. I want you to be the only person who sees all of me." Now it was his turn to step closer to her. He lifted one hand to softly caress her cheek, as he had done so many times before. The sensation brought back all the times on cases when he had touched her in the same way, and this time she allowed herself to enjoy the feeling as she had never been able to before. She closed her eyes, and sighed his name. "Mulder..." "Not now." he murmured, "Fox to you now." It was like the final barrier which had been between them. Scully opened her eyes, and placed one small hand on his chest. "Where do you want to start... Fox?" "Are you talking rooms, or..." he let his words trail off suggestively. She met his eyes with a sly smile, and he continued, "I really think we should start with your mole, - or what's left of it. After all, if it wasn't for your mole..." When he didn't make the first move himself, Scully said coyly, "I think you know the way to it by now, don't you?" His eyes widened, and he dropped to his knees at her feet. Still looking up into her eyes, as she looked down at him and ruffled his hair with her hands, he slid his hands beneath her skirt, and slowly up her legs. The feeling of his fingers slowly making their way up towards her body sent shivers running through her, and her breathing grew less smooth. "Fox..." she whispered. "Dana." he replied. His hands turned inside her skirt, and her eyes widened as she realised he was attempting, - and succeeding, - to undo it from the inside. Having undone the zip, he released the button, and the skirt fell to the floor at her feet. One physical barrier gone, her heart rate leapt up as Mulder pulled her close against him, his head against her stomach, and lifted her blouse to kiss her there. She slid down to kneel with him, and reached for his tie. "You've seen my mole often enough, Fox." she said in a low voice, "Do you have any marks on your body for me to explore?" "Well, there is one... A mole, in the small of my back." Scully smiled. "Can I go see?" She was already tugging his shirt from his trousers, and before Mulder could say one way or the other, had twisted around him to kiss him in the small of the back. "I see it." she reported. Mulder twisted, sending both of them sprawling on the floor. They fought for each other's clothes, tearing away what wouldn't come easily, until they were both clad only in their underwear. Mulder's gaze traveled over Scully's body with undisguised interest. "I've not seen these before." he hooked one finger under the strap at the front of Scully's lacy red satin bra. She shook her head. "I should hope not." "So this is why you wanted to go and change before we left the Bureau. - Tell me, Dana. - Do you usually carry lacy underwear around with you at work?" "No." she replied, and then added in a low and suggestive tone, "I went out at lunch especially to buy some." Mulder's eyes widened, and he planted a kiss on the soft skin Scully's somewhat skimpy bra revealed. "I like it." Scully lifted one hand and placed it on his shoulder, pushing him over until he was lying on his back, and she was straddling him. "Turn over, Fox." she said. He raised an eyebrow, before doing as she asked. He felt her shift her position slightly behind him, and then a moist, soft tongue gently drew a circle around the mole low on his back. He shuddered. "Mmm. Can I do that to you, Dana?" "You can do anything you want to me, Fox." she replied. It was all he had needed to hear. Twisting sharply, he turned them both back over so that she was lying on her back, and he was straddling her. He looked down on her with his desire plain in his hazel eyes, and saw similar desire in hers. "Isn't this the point at which someone comes in?" Scully asked. "I can do that." Mulder replied. The End. I'd greatly appreciate any comments or constructive criticism from fellow X-Philes. Email me at . Danielle Culverson.