From: Nicole Baker Date: Wed, 9 Aug 2000 23:26:19 -0700 (PDT) Subject: xfc: The Mouse (sequel to The Dance), MSR Source: xfc Title: The Mouse (a sequel to The Dance) by: Agent Diana Fowley Email: agtdianafowley@yahoo.com Category: MSR, vignette Keywords: MSR Rating: so very PG (sorry to disappoint any of you) Spoilers: none Feedback: I need it to live. Feedback will motivate me to write a sequel (see Author's Notes as the end of this post) Summary: This story takes place after the events of The Dance. If you haven't read that story, you will still be able of follow this one but I would love for your to read The Dance first. I just reposted it so if should be at Empermal but if you can't find it, email me at agtdianafowley@yahoo.com and I will send it to you! Author's Notes: At the end of the post. The Mouse by Agent Diana Fowley Scully. I'm obsessed with Scully. She consumes my thoughts. I can't get her out of my head, especially after our first dance. Especially after our first kiss. Yes, we kissed. Actually, she kissed me. Then I kissed her. Then I kissed her again. We kissed. We kissed and I want to do it again, and again. I'm obsessed. What's the problem, you may ask. Seems simply right? She kissed me, I kissed her, I want to kiss her again. What's stopping me? Well, she is. For some reason, as wonderful and mind-blowing and earth-shattering as our first kiss was, she doesn't want it to happen again. Actually, she doesn't want happen again, yet. Or at least that's what she's led me to believe. She wants to kiss me, but not yet. I don't think I completely understand what's holding her back, why she feels the need to distance herself from me, but she does, and I respect that. I try to respect that. I try not to think about the pressure of her lips on my own or the silk of her tongue as it slid against mine, or how wonderful that tongue would feel wrapped around.... Needless to stay, I have little luck NOT thinking about the kiss. I'm not ready to give up, no matter how many times I'm rejected. I'm used to rejection. I take it in stride. I'm also very determined. I'm very determined to convince her that nothing bad can come from more kissing. Nothing. In fact, many, many wonderful things can result from another kiss. Many wonderful things. So, I've developed a plan. A plan to convince Scully to let me kiss her again. The way I see it, the more time we spend together, the more chances I will have to kiss her or her to kiss me. That's it. That's the plan. It's really not much of a plan. I'm just keeping my fingers crossed that it will work. That's why I'm on my way to her apartment now. I pretty much invited myself to dinner, she reluctantly agreed after she looked at me like I had sprouted a horn, or two. After all, we never hang out just to hang out. I think that maybe she's catching on to the plan. . I am wondering if maybe I should rethink the whole plan thing as a step out of her elevator. Then all thoughts of kissing and plans leap from my head when I hear screaming coming from her apartment. I run toward her door, fishing my key out of my pocket on the way. After her unexpected trip with her cigarette-smoking tour guide, I insisted that she give me a copy. I am so glad I did. I'm so glad she did. I reach her door and draw my weapon before I push it open. She screams again as I burst in. The sight that awaits me both intrigues and confuses the hell out of me. Scully is standing on her counter hugging herself, screaming. "Scully? What's going on?" "Mmmmou...Mmmou," is what it sounds like, though I'm not completely clear on what she is trying to say. "Are you okay?" I say as I approach her. She shakes her head 'no' and I begin to panic. A chill runs through her body as she tries to settle her rapid breathing. I take a few more step toward her, slowly as not to alarm her further. When I am near enough that I can rest my hand on her calf she begins screaming again, but this time she points in the direction of her sink. That's when I see it. I small pink tail disappearing under her cabinets. "A mouse?" I say in disbelief. "God, Mulder," she groans. "Get it out of here! Get it out!" she nearly sobs. "Scully," I say. "Get down off of there. It's just a mouse." My words don't have the calming effect I had intended. Instead they make her mad, "If you're not going to do something about that...that...that....thing. Then get out." Ouch! OK. "Fine, Scully, fine. Just get down off of there before you hurt yourself." She considers and then sits down on her counter, still visibly shaken. "Scully," I say placing my arm on hers. "You know the mouse isn't going to her you, don't you?" She give me her 'drop dead, Mulder' look and I try not to laugh. The situation is actually kind of funny. Now that I that she's not in any real danger. Scully's afraid of a mouse. It's funny. I know I have a sick sense of humor, but this woman doesn't get scared by monsters or vampires or goat-suckers. Instead she is sitting on her counter, shaking because of a little mouse. "Hey," I say as I rub my hand in a soothing motion down the back of her sweater. Her very, very soft sweater. Her very, very soft tight sweater that is exactly the same color as her eyes. God, she beautiful. "Mulder?" her small, almost shy voice comes from beneath a certain of hair. "Hmm?" I say still partially absorbed in the softness of her attire. "Can you get rid of it?" she says looking up at me, her eyes round with concern. "You're really scared aren't you?" She seems to consider the consequences of her possible answers before she nods once in the affirmative. I look at her stunned and then can't help the smile spreading across my face, causing the complete opposite expression to spread across hers. "What's so funny, Mulder?" she insists. Now it's me who considers my answer. Finally I settle on the truth. "It's just so girlie of you to be sacred of a harmless, little mouse," I say. At first I think that my answer is definitely wrong. Then a slow smile spreads across her face. She motions for me to bring my ear to her lips. "In case you hadn't noticed, I AM a girl," she whispers, her breath tickling my face. God, is she ever. I pull back and look her in the eyes and say, "I've defiantly noticed." The light mood immediately disappears and she pulls away from me. "I'll...I'll see if I can find your mouse, Scully..." I barley get the works out of my mouth again she the mouse runs from under the sink and directly toward the counter that she is sitting on. Suddenly I see a blue and red blur falling toward me and end up with and arm full of Scully. Not only are my arms full, but Scully has also wrapped her legs around my waste and buried her head into my neck. Due to her ungraceful leap into my arms and equally ungrateful landing she begins to slide down my body. I know she's not going to willingly release me so I do the first thing I think of, I slip my arms around her, place my hands on her thighs and pull her up and more snugly against me. I feel her gasp against the bare skin of my neck and feel her wrap her arms and legs more tightly around me. I stand there, holding Scully, until her breathing returns to normal and she pulls back to look at me. I can't resist so I ask, "Wanna dance?" She immediately stiffens, like I knew she would and tries to escape my grasp. I don't loosen my hold. I say, "Sorry, Scully, bad joke." Then we she doesn't relax but buries her had back into my neck I say, "Do you wanna get down?" She nods 'no' so I walk over to the couch and sit up both down. She tenses again but I'm sure that instead of being due to me, this last round of stress was caused by her close proximity to the ground and the mouse. "Will you be okay her for a minute?" I ask. She looks panicked. I squeeze her hand. She takes a deep breath and nods. "I'll be right back," I assure her as I head for her bed room. "Mulder?" she yells after me, panic evident in her voice. "What are you doing?" Instead of answering I finish my task and emerge from her room with her packed suitcase. I find her standing on her couch, her eyebrows touching her hairline. "We're going to my place. I'll set some traps and come back tomorrow to check them." "Your not going to kill it are you?" she asks and I think I may scream. I am beginning to wonder if one of her kisses is worth all of this. Then she sucks her bottom lip into her mouth and I feel my knees go weak. It's definitely worth it. I walk over the couch and stand in front of her. "Hop on," I say and she wraps her arms around my neck and climbs onto my back. "Next stop, my place." "Giddy-up, G-man," she says as she gives me a quick kick in the side. It looks like we are going to be spending a lot of time together. Close together. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX I don't think I can do this. I know I can't do this. I can not stay with Mulder. I've done everything in my power not to be around him. Actually, not to be alone together with him. I can't do this. It used to be fine. I could handle my attraction to Mulder. I could sit in the car with him, smelling him. I could deal with him standing so close to me, invading my personal space. I could keep my attraction under control. It used to be fine until we kissed. Yes, we kissed. Actually, I kissed him. Then he kissed me. Then he kissed me again. We kissed. We kissed and I want to do it again, and again. Nothing is fine anymore. What's the problem you may ask? I kissed him, he kissed me, I want to kiss him again. What's stopping me from kissing him again, and again, and again? Well I am. For some reason, as wonderful and mind-blowing and earth-shattering as our kiss was, I am stopping it from happening again. God, I want it to happen again. I'm just not ready, yet. Or at least that's what I'm trying to convince myself. I want to kiss him, but not yet. I don't think I completely understand what's holding me back, why I feel the need to distance myself from him, but I do. It's a good decision. It's necessary. I try believe that waiting is necessary. I try not to think about the pressure of his lips on my own or the silk of his tongue as it slid against mine, or how I could feel how much the kiss was effecting him. And how I wish that effect had been pushing lower and a little to the right... Needless to stay, I have had little luck keeping myself convinced that waiting is a good idea. I just keep thinking about that damn kiss! . Now I am living with him! Actually I'm just staying with him. I'm surrounded by him. He dropped me off at his apartment in order to buy traps and set them at my place. I am waiting for him to return so we can order dinner. We were supposed to be having dinner together tonight. Dinner. Just dinner. Not dinner and casework, or dinner on the go. We were going to have a nice, normal, sit down dinner and I was nervous as hell about it. All right, I was also a bit excited. Excited enough to buy this new sweater that I know is his favorite color and chill a very good bottle of wine. The wine is still at my place with my furry little friend. Maybe Mulder has some. Wine, not furry friends. God, I don't think I could handle another one tonight. I felt like such a...well, a girl. I don't scare easily. Nothing really creeps me out. In college I was the one that killed all the bugs and was the first to grab the scalpel and dig into our latest dissection victim. I can handle spiders and bugs and other pests. I can handle dead bodies and bloody messes and dirty diapers. I just can't stand...rodents. The thought makes me shiver. Now I need a distraction from both Mulder and the mouse. I decided to go ahead an order a pizza. Mulder walks in less than a minute after the delivery girl left. I think he's happy with what he sees. I found some beer in his fridge and a couple of candles in his drawer. Mulder wanted this dinner and after all his doing form me, the least I can do is make this right. Mulder and I are going to sit down at his table and have pizza and beer by candlelight. "Is this what you had in mind, Mulder?" I ask, having a hard time keeping the smile off my face. "It's perfect, Scully," he says with a huge smile. "Shall we?" We both settle and start eating. After a few minutes I look up to find Mulder staring at me a smile threatening to break across his face. "What?" I ask, my mouth full of pizza. "Nothing," he says but the smile finally breaks free. "Mulder..." I warn. "Fine," he says setting down his pizza and taking a long swig of beer. "I'm just still amazed that you are afraid of a little, bity, harmless mouse." I finish my beer in one long drink and open another before I respond, a little harshly, "It's not stranger than, lets say, a fear of fire." "Ouch," he says but seems to concede my point. We finish eating in silence. After the stress of the day I end up letting the soothing effect of four beers calm my nerves. It also makes me very tipsy. I let Mulder clean up as head to his stereo and put on some music. When I look up I see Mulder leaning against the door frame, watching me as I dance around his room. I know he doesn't dare say anything so I continue to move. I don't know if it was my thoughts earlier or the stress of the day or the buzz of the beer but with my head I motion for Mulder to come closer. He takes a step into the room but make no move to come any closer. Another grin is tugging at the corner of his mouth. I stop swaying and look at him. My attraction to him hits me full force. Before I can stop myself, "You wanna dance?" slips from my mouth. He is shocked. I am shocked. We both stand there, mutually shocked until, and I blame this entirely on the Bud Light, I walk over and take his hand in mine. I place the other above my hip and say, "I'll even let you lead." He nods and we began to move. We are so perfect together. We are so in sync that even on the dance floor or movements seem choreographed. After a few minutes I rest my head on Mulder's chest. He relaxes and drops his chin to my head. We dance until the song ends. By that time my body is flush against his and both of our breathing has been altered by our proximity to each other. I take a step away from him and look into his eyes, waiting. Waiting for him to capture my face in his hands and press his scorching lips to mine. Instead he closes his eyes, takes a deep breath and says, "It's late. You can have the bed, Scully. I'll take the couch." I nod, my alcohol riddled brain still trying to process the fact that he hasn't kissed me. The next thing I think is how disappointed I am that he didn't. Then I come to the realization that I wouldn't t kiss me either, especially after the way I've been acting since our first kiss. While pondering the latest turn of events I grab a half empty bottle off the coffee table and bring it to my lips. "Don't you think, you've had enough?" Mulder asks. His tone isn't accusatory. It's full of concern and confusion over the events following dinner. I take a drink anyway and he carries my suitcase to his room. While he was gone I ponder his question. Had I had enough? I decided the answer was no I hadn't. This was based purely on the fact that all I had been able to think about all evening was kissing Mulder and I had yet to make a move. "No," I say in delayed response as he returns to me. "No?" he repeats. "No, I haven't had enough," I clarify. Answering his question and a different one of my own. I've had one kiss from Mulder and I haven't had enough. I don't know if I ever will. "I think that you have," he offers with genuine concern. I smile at this. Of course he would think I've had enough. He's tried. He's offered more and I always turned him down. He thinks that I don't need anymore. That I don't need him. He's stopped offering and that's not going to do. "I think your wrong," I insist. Before he can get the next words out of his mouth I push him down on the couch. "I could never have enough," I told him and I cover his mouth with mine. The kiss was everything I remembered, but with much more passion. I press my lips and tongue and teeth insistently against his. I taste every inch of his mouth and feel every inch of him writhing beneath me. It is intoxicating. More intoxicating than any drug. I love it. I am addicted and I never want to stop. He has other ideas. He grabs my shoulders and pulls my mouth from his with and audible plop. "Scully. Scully please," he begs as I try to once again reattach myself to him. "We have to stop. Please, Scully!" I finally stop my assault and sit back on his knees and look at him. His face is flushed, his breathing is ragged and his head is rolling against the back of the couch. "I can't believe I just did that," he groans and then brings his head up to face me, "I think it's time you went to bed, Scully." I start to tell him what I think about that but he quieted me with a gentle, chaste kiss. "Stopping just then was possibly the hardest thing I've ever had to do, but I don't want to go on if I feel that your actions have been effected, even a little, by alcohol." He is right. I hate it when he's right. Had I been myself, I would never have kissed him. I wouldn't have had the courage. I nod and he smiles, glad I understand. Then he pulls me down against him and buries his nose in my hair. I tighten my arms around him and let his steady breathing lull me to sleep. When I awake the next morning I am tucked into Mulder's bed. When I turn to look at the clock I find a small piece of yellow paper sitting on top of it with 'Scully' written on the outside. I open it and find my message in Mulder's sloppy handwriting, 'Now that I know that you want this dance to continue as much as I do, I promise I'll never stop asking.' "I hope you never do. I hope you never do" I whisper as I snuggle back into Mulder's sheets and let sleep overtake me. The End Authors Notes: I didn't think I would be able to write a sequel to The Dance but I think that maybe this worked. I hope you enjoyed it. Thanks to all of you that sent feedback on The Dance that is the true reason I forced myself to write a sequel. Before you ask, there is not sequel planned to this story, but your feedback inspired me last time and maybe it will again. I like this series so far and would like to see what Mulder and Scully's next dance will bring! ===== AIM: xflznicole CSM: How do you like your coffee? Scully: Unadulterated! Justice - When you get what you deserve Mercy - When you don't get what you deserve Grace - When you get what you don't deserve