From: Helen Forrest Date: Sun, 03 May 1998 19:24:00 +0100 Subject: Night Moves (MSR-1/1) by Atticus Night Moves (1/1) by Atticus helen@heroforr.demon.co.uk *Please Archive at Gossamer, anywhere else ask me first* Classification: V R Rating: PG-13 Spoilers: None Keywords: Mulder/Scully Romance Summary: Scully is thinking about Mulder, is he thinking about her? Disclaimer: M&S + X-Files = Chris Carter/1013/Fox and IMO GA & DD. Not me. Ca va? :) Author's Comments: Just a very short piece. I'm working on quite a long story, but haven't got the time to devote to it at the moment. This was something I have had on hold for a while, so I finished it :) Hope you like ... not that there is much to it. Anyway, I would love to hear from anyone - constructive criticism, praise, recipes for cookies, whatever! Thanks! ~*~*~*~*~ Night Moves (1/1) by Atticus PG-13 He's in the next room. That's all. Only a thin wall separating us. If I really listen carefully it is almost as if I can hear him breathing, soft and slow. Soft. Slow. Just how I'd like to be making love to him now... I'd slip into his darkened room, and then slip into his bed. Holding my breath as the springs protested at my entrance. He'd shift slightly under the covers and murmur something that I am unable to understand clearly but that would sound a lot like 'Scully' to me. Carefully I'd settle myself beside him on my side, sure he would be able to hear the thumping of my heart and the quickened sound of my breathing. My eyes, more accustomed to the dark now, would be able to make out his shape, his peaceful profile, as he sleeps. I'd inch closer to him, feeling brave, until I could feel the heat from his body warming my skin. Suddenly he would turn and roll over towards me. I would be caught for a moment, frozen, like a deer in the headlights. Then the decision of whether to flee or not would be made for me, as one of his arms comes to rest heavily across my shoulders. I'd swear his eyelids flickered but then his breathing would even out again and I'd know he was still sleeping. He is so close now that we are breathing the same air. My nerve-endings tingling at the contact we're sharing. I'd stare at his closed lids for a few seconds then quickly look away, half- scared, half-hoping that they'd open and he'd see me here. Then at least I would know if I had made the right choice in coming to him like this. All at once I would feel doubts creeping over me like whispering shadows. I can't retreat now, Mulder has me. He won't let go. Which is what I want anyway isn't it? Yes. God knows it's all I want. Again I would be taken by surprise as Mulder mumbles and draws me closer to him; his arm sliding under the covers, a firm pressure around my waist. My eyes would widened and I'd let out a soft gasp as our bodies became moulded together. Oh, heaven. The feel of our skin touching. It would take all my willpower and more to stop myself from rubbing my body against his. I would be aware of the overwhelming heat of him, his scent and the beginnings of a tender ache in my groin... ...I force myself to open my eyes and return to reality. To go any further with this particular fantasy would be a mistake. I'd never be able to get any rest. It's ridiculous to torture myself like this anyway. Even Mulder is probably asleep by now... I turn onto my front and wrap my arms around the pillow. I can sense this is going to be one of those nights when no position is comfortable. Actually, I can think of a few that might be... NO... sleep, Dana, sleep. I try to keep my thoughts from drifting to Mulder as best I can. Not easy, but thinking about all the paperwork our current case is going to involve might do some good... perhaps... What was that? I'm positive I just heard my door open... I strain my ears... there it is again. I freeze, motionless in the bed, holding my breath. I might be able to get to my gun if whoever is there thinks I'm sleeping. I can feel adrenaline pumping through my veins. Don't panic yet... not yet... I'm able to sense the intruder's presence near the bed. I try to relax and keep my breathing as even as possible. I keep my eyes closed, it's a man, I can tell by... Wait a second... I... Oh my God... I know that... Mulder. Mulder is in my room. This cannot be happening. I feel a slight draft as one side of the covers is drawn slowly back. OK, so it is happening. He thinks I'm asleep. I can pretend. If it means having him laying beside me I can do a lot of things. Now my adrenaline is pumping for an _entirely_ different reason. I try to rationalise the situation. Perhaps he had a bad dream or felt lonely or... hot breath very near my ear. I swallow. Or not. The bed creaks under his shifting weight. I am facing away from him, which I don't know if I am relieved about or not. I feel one of his hands resting lightly on my back under the covers. He rubs my skin gently through the material of my night-shirt. I suddenly realise he hasn't come here to sleep. Of course he hasn't. That what I have wanted for so long might be about to happen is a little too much to take. I concentrate instead on the warm pressure of his hand, until he moves it away. I want to stop him but I'm not quite ready to let him know I'm awake. As it turns out I needn't have worried, obviously growing in confidence (and presumably thinking I'm the world's heaviest sleeper) he slides the hand down, over my buttocks to the tops of my bare thighs. I can hear his breathing now, although he is trying hard to control it. His hand hovers over where my night-shirt ends. I silently will him to touch me... I don't care anymore, I just want to feel him touch me again. He doesn't though. Instead he lays back beside me. He is unsure, just as I was in my fantasy. I don't know whether to just lie here or not... I know deep down I can't - I don't want this chance to slip away from me. I say a quick, mental prayer and then I mumble a little and start to turn in the bed, towards him. I hear his startled intake of breath, keeping my eyes closed in 'sleep' I stretch my arms out until they reach something solid. When they do I let them relax. I have a pretty good idea where my hands are, and I like it just fine. My face is pressed against Mulder's bare chest. I can feel the soft, curly hairs on his skin. I can also feel his heart racing. I know that this is the moment of truth. Then one of his warm arms wraps around my middle, and I know it's going to be alright. '...Scully?' His voice is hushed and hesitant. I nod against his chest. Smiling, I raise my head to look at him. His expression is slightly dazed and his tempting lips are parted as he gazes at me... with love. I've seen him look at me that way before, but it was rarely unguarded and never so obvious as it is in this instant. I slowly raise myself up, leaning on him, until our faces are almost touching. We stay that way for maybe a minute, just trying to believe this is real. It seems ridiculously simple that after all these years this is all it has taken, that we have been so close to this moment for so long. 'I was dreaming about you.' He whispers, his eyes never leaving my lips. I want to tell him I was thinking of him too, but I am mesmerised by him, just by the fact that he is really here. I let my eyes slide shut. Then I allow myself to give in to the feelings I have felt forever. I kiss him. He kisses me back. We lose ourselves in the embrace. Never have I been kissed with so much passion. It scares me, but my own desire scares me more. I want to devour him. He explores my mouth with his tongue and I do the same, wanting us to be joined in this way always. When the kiss breaks we look at each other with reverence. I don't think either of us thought it would feel this perfect. I don't realise I'm crying until Mulder licks the salty droplets from my cheeks. His eyes are full too. 'Love you, Scully, love you so much.' He places gentle kisses on my face, my neck, then lower. I struggle to get the words out as my arousal grows. 'I love you.' My night-shirt is over my head before I know it, and I moan as he licks and sucks at my breasts. Then we are both naked and I rejoice in the sight of him. My eyes can barely take in the wonder before me. We fall silent, the only sound our laboured breathing. Then, carefully, as if sudden movement would shatter the moment, we let our hands do the talking. It is a contest as to who can caress more of the other. Every touch from him electrifies me to the point where I cannot keep still. We move against each other, our eyes closed, relying on touch, taste. Mulder and I have been making love mentally for a long time now. Tonight as we begin to make love in the physical sense of the word I send up eternal gratitude that sometimes fantasies do come true. ~*The End*~