From: Nicole Baker Date: Mon, 22 Nov 1999 19:23:57 -0800 (PST) Subject: xfc: The One That Got Away, part 1/5, NC17 Source: xfc From: Nicole Baker Title: The One That Got Away Author: Diana Fowley Email: agtdianafowley@yahoo.com Rated: NC17 overall, the NC17 section is not until the end though and the sotry can be understood without reading that section Spoilers: Small from Dreamland Category: Scully/other (but not really), angst, MSR in that order Summary: Scully runs into an old love. She has to decide between a more normal life with him or a life with Mulder. (But we all know what she chooses, right?) "Dana? Is that you?" "Oh my god, Steve? Is that really you?" Before the words are all the way out of my mouth I am surrounded by Steve's strong arms. "My God, Dana," he whispers into my hair, only loud enough for me to hear, "I never though I would see you again. I've missed you so much." I fight back tears of joy over our reunion and his words. Even though I am not one for public displays, I don't fight his touch. It feels so good to be in his arms again. After a few minutes I remember where we are and realize that Mulder just witnessed this display. Luckily we were in an interrogation room so Mulder was the only one. Steve finally releases me but not before placing a lingering kiss on my forehead. I slide my hands down Steve's strong shoulder's and give his hands a squeeze before I face Mulder. When I turn to Mulder and find an amused expression at my uncharacteristic display. I straighten my suit and collect myself before I make the introductions . "Mulder, I'd like you to meet Steven Davis. He's...an old friend." "Friend?" Steve says his eyes laughing, "We're much more than that." I duck my head to conceal the blush rising to my face. Steve laughs and offers his hand to Mulder, "Steve Davis, nice to meet you." Mulder takes his hand, "Fox Mulder, it's always a pleasure to meet one of Dana's...old friends." As soon as Steve releases Mulder's hand he turns back to me and looks me over with the same hungry gaze that I have tried for the last 15 years to drive from my mind. I feel my legs go weak under the scrutiny of his stare and have to close my eyes and take a breath to steady myself. When I open eyes, I find them locked with Steve's. "Dana, God, you look wonderful. Better than I remember." I feel a flush again rising to my cheeks, embarrassed by his looks and words, and by the intense emotional response I am having toward them. "I can't believe that you're here. I didn't even know you were with the FBI. What happened to med school?" "It's a long story, Steve." "One I hope to hear in detail." Our eyes lock again in a silent communication that is only broken by the sound of Mulder clearing his throat. Again, I completely forgot he was in the room. Steve recovers first and says, "So how did you two get stuck with this case." "Actually this kind of thing is what we specialize in," I reply. "Really? Dana, career wise you're miles from where you thought you would be." Before I can respond, the door opens and a uniformed officer calls Steve away. I look over at Mulder and his see the question in his eyes, 'How good of friends were you? Are you?' Unwilling to answer I turn back to Steve and the officer. After a minute I see both break into a grin and come over to where I am standing, "Mike I'd like you to meet Dana Scully." Mike shakes my hand and says, "I am so glad to finally meet you! Steve had told us some great stories about you!" Shocked I turn to Steve, "You've told people about me?" It's Steve's turn to look surprise, "Of course, Dana." Then, "I am needed for a minute, will you two excuse me?" As Steve hurries out the door, I am lost in thought. I can't believe he had told his friends about me. I never mention him. In fact, I really never talk about my past with anyone, not even Mulder. Mulder noisily flipping through a case file brings me out of my thoughts. "So," he begins still looking into the file, "You and Detective Davis were... close." "We were good friends," I confirm. Mulder looks like he is about to say something then changes his mind. Instead he shakes his head and mumbles into the file he is pretending to read. "What was that Mulder?" I ask, more than a little aggravated by his unwillingness to talk. "Nothing Scully." "Knock it off, Mulder. What's the problem." Mulder's face contorts as he chooses his next words. Then he slams the file on the table and looks up at me. "Why is it Scully, that after seven years, I don't feel like a know a thing about you?" What!?! "What the hell are you talking about Mulder?" "Steve." "Steve? What about Steve?" He gives me a look the clearly conveys that at that moment he considers me the stupidest person on earth. "What about, Steve? Let's start with the fact that you could have warned me that he were going to be working with one of your...old friends." In the past few years, one thing I have learned about Mulder is that he easily jumps to conclusions, many times the wrong ones, and he has a hard time hiding his emotions, especially when he thinks me or our partnership is being threatened. Today, Mulder is clearly unhappy that his territory, me, is being invaded. "Why's that Mulder?" I ask, feigning innocents. "So, I could...So, we could..." he stumbles. "So you could be prepared to put on your little macho, territorial show, so he would know I was yours?" He seems taken aback that I read him so clearly. He takes a deep breath, know that lying to me will only make it worse. Then he says, "I would have thought that you would share with me any information you had that was relevant to this case, including information about members of the investigative team." Translation into English: "I want to know the story about your relationship with Steve." The jealousMulder is sweet but annoying and am not in the mood to play games, so I decide to call his bluff. "You want to hear the story about my history with Steve," a statement of fact, not a question. He is again momentarily shocked that I can read him so easily, then smiles and says, "Yeah, I guess that's what I want to know." I smile and move to sit next to him on the table. My history with Steve is hard to explain. Our relationship was complicated, and it was a long time ago. When I can't seem to find the words Mulder says, a little hurt, "It's fine Scully, you don't have to tell me," as he tries to move off the table and away from me. I grab his hand to stop his progress. "Mulder," I say, more than exasperated. "Steve is just hard to explain," he doesn't seem to like this explanation so I try a different approach. "Mulder, do you have anyone....do you....is there anyone you consider 'the one that got away?'" Before I can elaborate or respond the devastated look spreading across Mulder's face, Steve returns to the room. "Hey, it's late," he said. "Let's get some dinner and we can get started first thing tomorrow morning." Before I can respond, Mulder locks his eyes with mine and says, "Thank you for the offer but I'm not interested, but you two go, have a great time. I'm sure there are things you would like to....discuss." After a moment he drops his gaze, grabs his coat and makes his escape. I could tell he didn't mean a word of it. ===== AIM: xflznicole "Email is for geeks and pedaphiles." Ryan Phillippe as Sabastian Velmont in Cruel Intentions From: Nicole Baker Date: Mon, 22 Nov 1999 19:27:25 -0800 (PST) Subject: xfc: The One That Got Away, part 2/5 Source: xfc From: Nicole Baker Part 2 Disclaimers in part 1 XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX Mulder's response to Steve both upset and shocked me. He evidently must feel he has the monopoly on flaunting people from his past. I could have died without ever meeting Phoebe or Diana. After all, jealousy is an emotion that has never suited me well. Just ask Steve. Besides, it's not like I intentionally hid Steve from Mulder. It was a long time ago and frankly it never came up. It's not like Mulder and I ever talk about anything not relating to a case, not unless of out lives are threatened. And, it's not like Mulder has ever been forthcoming with any information about his past relationship with Diana, and I know he never would of spilled a word about Phoebe if she hadn't shown up. That still doesn't explain Mulder's odd reaction. He acted more like a jealous lover than a friend. Mulder is my friend and my partner and no matter how many nights I lay awake wishing our relationship would progress to that next step, it hasn't, and frankly I have accepted that it never will. It takes too much energy to hold on to the hope of a future that will never be. It hurts too much to learn that the one you love, doesn't feel the same way. I never want to go through that again, especially not with someone I value as much as Mulder. Don't get me wrong, in the past, there I have been times when I would have bet my life on that moment being the one that would change everything. In those few fleeting moments I thought I could see my love for Mulder echoed in his brilliant eyes. As soon as the moment passed and nothing happened I was left wondering if what I saw was truly there or just what I wanted to see. Along with the single drug-induced, declaration of love, chaste kisses in numerous hospital beds and hallways, and the earth shattering, almost-kiss, tonight was one of those times when Mulder had given me reason to conclude that he harbors feelings for me that go beyond friendship. But, fortunately for me, this is where my skeptical nature comes in handy. I refuse to let myself believe that Mulder could possible love me. I need more proof than a few looks and my own gut instinct. I will make now conclusions that I can't back up with hard fact. That way when I find out that he feels nothing more towards me than the affection of a friend, I don't have to deal with that pain. I know I couldn't go through that with Mulder. My thoughts of Mulder an interrupted by my dinner companion, "Dana, you okay?" I give him a reassuring smile and squeeze his hand, "I'm fine, Steve, just thinking." "About your partner?" I always hated Steve's ability to always know what was wrong or what I was thinking. That annoying habit ranked right up there with his uncanny ability to always know when I was lying. "Yeah," I admit. "What got him so upset?" Before I can answer a look panic washed over Steve's features and he continues. "It was me wasn't it? You two are.....and I didn't catch on. Dana, I'm so sorry!" I almost laugh, "Don't worry about it Steve. Mulder and I are not....He was just being a little territorial." Relief washed over his features then confusion and he takes a sip of wine before he continues, "Well, I don't blame him, Dana. If you were still in my life I would be beyond territorial, I would be tempted to keep locked away for my enjoyment only." When I don't respond, Steve amends, "But I know how much you'd hate that." I laugh, "So Steve, what's going on with you? You must be married with three kids by now?" "Neither. What about you?" "Neither as well. Why not?" "No one ever quite compared..." "Steve," I warn. "I thought we said no regrets." "Ahh, yes. 'No regrets' through the years I have found that to be good in theory but a bit idealist in practice." "But practical." I respond. He laughs at this, "Yes, of course, Dana, practical. You were always the practical one. What about you? No regrets?" I consider, "I don't regret the decision we made that night. I do, however, regret never seeing you again after that morning. I regret us not keeping in touch." It is his turn to reach across the table and take my hand, "Is that all you regret, or all you'll admit to regretting?" Fortunately, I am saved by the waitress with our food. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX The rest of dinner was enjoyable. We caught each other up on our careers and family. I filled Steve in of the X-Files and told him a little about Mulder. When we got to the hotel Steve insisted on walking me to my room even though I reminded him that I was armband and therefore in no real danger. At my door it's didn't feel right to say good-bye to Steve. It had been so long since we had seen each other, yet we were still very conformable in each other's company, so I invited him in. I changed into my robe and Steve took off his coat and tie. We continued talking and catching up until I heard a knock on the connecting door between my room and Mulder's. I excused myself and opened the door a crack to find an exhausted looking Mulder waiting for me. "Scully," he said. "I just wanted to apologize..." As he trailed off his eyes focused behind him. When I turned I found Steve standing directly behind me. "Nice to see you again, Agent Mulder." Then he wrapped his arm around me, placing his hand on my stomach. He pulled me back against him and placed a kiss on my cheek. "I better go, it's late. I'll see you tomorrow." I turn to watch Steve go and when I turn back I see the pain in Mulder's eyes. "I'm sorry, I thought you would be alone," is all he says as he shut the connecting door. ===== AIM: xflznicole "Email is for geeks and pedaphiles." Ryan Phillippe as Sabastian Velmont in Cruel Intentions From: Nicole Baker Date: Tue, 23 Nov 1999 10:25:08 -0800 (PST) Subject: xfc: Repost: The One That Got Away, part 3/5 Source: xfc From: Nicole Baker > > Part 3 > discalimers in part 1 > XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX > > Once again I clearly say what Mulder had concluded, > by > our various state of undress, had happened between > Steve and I. I wanted nothing more that to clear up > the misunderstanding. Unfortunately I was the last > person Mulder wanted to see last night. So, the > next > morning I tried again. I knocked on the connecting > door and when I don't get a response, I tired the > knob. When I find it unlocked, I head in. I don't > see Mulder but soon realize that the shower is > running. Mulder must be running late. Then I > notice > the pile of folders on his table and am shocked to > find Steve's file on top. Mulder's obviously been > doing research. > > As I read Steve's files, I miss Mulder turning off > the > shower and jump when I hear his voice directly > behind > me, "Steven Ryan Davis, born November 14, 1964, > Graduated Cleveland High School in St. Louis, MO > class > of 1982. Graduated University of Maryland in 1986, > second in his class. I assume you were first?" I > nod > and he continues. "Graduated St. Louis Police > Academy > in the same year at the top of his class. From > there > is service record is full of praise and > commendations. > Seems that Steve is very highly regarded. His > personal record was much less exciting, never > married, > no kids. He devotes all of his time to work." > > "Sounds like someone else I know." > > Mulder steps away from me and I hear the bed creak > as > he sits. "Not quite," he says. I turn to face him > and he continues, "I am sorry about barging in on > you > two last night." > > "You didn't interrupt anything, Mulder..." > > "Scully, it's none of my business..." > > "Mulder.." > > "Scully, we're going to me late," he says as he > tries > walks out the door. > > Mulder, I say as I grab his arm. I want him to look > at me but he continues to face the door. "Mulder, > look at me." He shakes his head so I walk around in > front of him and lift his chin so he is looking at > me. > That's when I see the tears in his eyes. "Mulder, > what's wrong." > > "It's nothing, Scully," he says, wiping his eyes. > > "Bullshit, Mulder. Tell me what's wrong." > > I lead him to the bed and we sit down. "Really, > Scully, I don't want to talk about it." He sits > silently for a while and then says the tears still > evident in his eyes, "Scully, I think that you and > Steve should give it another chance." > > "What!?!" I practically scream as I jump off the > bed. > "Where the hell did that come from." > > "I just think that....I mean, Steve is obviously > interested in picking up where you two left off and > I > think you should give it a try. The case won't take > long and after that you should stay here and see > what > happens between you and he." > > I can't believe what I am hearing, Mulder is trying > to > get rid of me. "Why are you doing this Mulder," I > say, barely above a whisper. > > He looks confused then says, "Because, I want what's > best for you, Scully. I always have." > > "What gives you the right to decide what's best for > me?" > > "Scully, Steve can give you that normal life you > dream > about. He can give you safety and stability. He > can > get you out of the car. He can give you...." His > voice > trails off and but I can fill in the blanks. He can > give you what I can't. God, how could I have been > so > stupid. How could I have spent all those years > trying > to convince myself that Mulder didn't love me as > much > as I love him. > > We look up at each other in exactly the same moment > and I know for sure that I see love in his eyes. I > can tell that he knows that I saw it. Before I can > organize my thoughts and tell Mulder of my > revelation > I see that he has started packing his things. > "Mulder?" > > "Listen, Scully, um.. I think I'm gonna head hack. > You and Steve can handle this case. Call me if you > need anything." > > "Mulder," I plead again, still unsure what to say, > still shocked by what has been revealed today. > > "Let me know, when you're coming back," he says as > he > heads to the door. As he reaches for the handle, he > stops and speaks without turning back to me, "You > know, Scully, what you said the other day, about > having someone you consider 'the one that got away.' > I > know exactly how that feels." > > Then he is gone. > > XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX > > About and hour later I hear a knock on my door and > rush to find Steve on the other side. "Dana, when > you > and Mulder didn't show up this morning I got worried > that something had happened," he says as he pushed > past me, into the room. "I should have > called...."he > begins as he looks up and notices my tear-stained > face. "What's wrong, did something happen." > > All I can do is nod before the tears come again, and > I > fall into Steve's arms. He holds me and rocks me > until I calm down. I tell him everything. > Everything > about me and Mulder and our strange but wonderful > relationship. I tell him about everything that's > happened between us and how I feel about him and how > I > just realized this morning that he felt the same way > about me. I tell him about Mulder's suggestion of > me > staying in St. Louis. After I finish, I just sit, > letting Steve hold me and comfort me. > > After a while Steve says, "Dana, I am so sorry that > I > came between you and Mulder. I had no idea." > > "I don't blame you, Steve." > > "I know. What are you going to do Dana?" > > "I don't know." > > "I would love for you to follow Mulder's suggestion > and stay here with me, but I don't think that's what > you want to do." > > I lift my head from his shoulder and say, "I don't > know what to do." > > "Do you love him?" > > "Yes, with all my heart," I say, not missing a beat. > > "Then, I think you know what to do," Steve assures > me > as he gently tucks a piece of hair behind me ear. > > "I know what I want to do, but after this morning I > don't know what he wants. If he loves me, then why > would he leave. Why would he try to convince me to > stay here with you?" > > "I don't know, Dana, but it seems to me, that he is > afraid that you will leave him no matter what, so it > was easier for him to send you away. You know the > old > saying, 'If you love something set it free, if it > returns to you it's yours forever?' I think that > applies in this case. I think he loves you so much > that he would rather chance loosing you forever in > hopes that you will either find happiness or come > back, that try to hold on to you and have you taken > away again or worse yet, have you leave on your own > free will." > > "You seem to be speaking from experience, Steve." I > say quietly. > > He pull me into another hug and whispers, "You have > no > idea." > > > > > ===== > AIM: xflznicole > "Email is for geeks and pedaphiles." Ryan Phillippe > as Sabastian Velmont in Cruel Intentions > From: Nicole Baker Date: Mon, 22 Nov 1999 19:29:36 -0800 (PST) Subject: xfc: The One That Got Away,part 4/5 Source: xfc From: Nicole Baker Part 4 discalimers in part 1 XXXXXXXXXXXx After talking with Steve, I felt lighter, happier, more content that I had in a long time. He tried to force me to fly back to DC and to Mulder immediately, but I insisted that he needed me on this case and that Mulder needed some time to himself. I did leave him a message telling him that I would be back in a couple of days. Steve and I wrapped up the case and promised that this time we really would keep in touch as we said out good-byes. In the cab on the ride home, I decided that I needed to see Mulder immediately. I couldn't wait another moment to tell him that I loved him and wanted to be with him. I know Mulder is shocked to see me standing at his door. "Hi," I say. When he doesn't respond I ask, "Can I come in." Before waiting for his response I ducked under his arm and take a seat on his couch. He just stares at me so I pat the cushion next to me as an invitation for him join me. "Sit down, we need to talk." I prompt. He does as he's told and takes a seat and I begin: "I met Steve my freshman year of college..." "Scully," Mulder interrupts, "you don't have to do this..." "Mulder, you were the one who was complaining that you don't feel like you know anything about me. Then insisting that you know enough about Steve and my relationship to assume that I would want to leave my home and my job and you to be with him." "I didn't mean.." "Mulder, this isn't easy for me, do you want to hear this or not?" "That's the problem, Scully....I don't think I do." I smile and take his hand, "I think you will be shocked by what you hear, but I don't think it will as painful as you think." "I trust you," is all he says. I continue, "As I was saying, I met Steve my freshman year of college. He was the nicest guy you could hope to meet, a true gentleman. He was also one of the most handsome men I have ever known. I was immediately attracted to him." Mulder flinches. I give his hand a squeeze as I return to my story, "I had a crush on him, but he never showed any interest in me. It was obvious that I wasn't his type. He preferred tall thin women, mostly brunettes. Kind of sounds like someone else I know." Mulder snorts at this and begins to relax a little. "Anyway, we soon became the best of friends, inseparable. We saw each other everyday but never grew tired of each other's company. On occasion, when he was between girlfriends, he would come to my apartment and we would stay up all night talking about life and love and the future." I lean against the cushions of the couch, letting my head rest on the back, as I continue. "Then we would usually end up passing out on my couch or my bed. I was never happier than when I would wake up in his arms." Mulder leans back next to me and I prop my head up on my elbow so I can so I could see his face as I continue, "I soon realized that I was in love with him, but since he never showed any interest in me I never said a word. I put up a brave front every time I was introduced to a new girlfriend and then cried myself to sleep later that night, wishing that I was in her place." Mulder seemed upset by my admission and gently smoothed a piece of hair behind my ear, " Anyway, senior year, I finally had the guts to tell him how I felt. He told me that he didn't think a relationship would work between us and I let the subject drop. It had been the response I expected by prayed I wouldn't hear. It didn't change our relationship as I had feared, we were still the best of friends. Then the night before graduation, my roommate and I had some friends over to celebrate the end of finals and our upcoming graduation. After awhile Steve and I broke away from the crowd and we ended up alone on my balcony. It was our last chance to be alone together before we had to say good-bye. I was leaving for home after graduation and he was going to St. Louis to the police academy. We both knew that even though we promised we'd keep in touch, this was the last night we would spend like this, just hanging out together. After a long pause in the conversation he turned to me and said, 'Dana, out of all the time we spent together there is one thing I regret.' I turned to face him but before I could ask him what it was he had pulled my head to his and was kissing me. It was the perfect kiss. The kiss you dream about but know will never happen to you. My heart stopped and didn't start again until I felt his tongue tracing my lips, then it started beating double time...." I couldn't believe I was telling Mulder this. I felt a little foolish, but he needed to hear what I had to say. "Anyway, I figured out pretty quickly that he wanted more than just a kiss. When I put a stop to it he was disappointed but didn't try to pressure me. Instead he kissed me gently on the lips and made his way home. We said our good-byes the next day after graduation. We promised we'd stay in touch. I never saw or heard from him again. But I always wondered what would have happened had we slept together that night. I always wondered why I put a stop to it. I wanted him for almost four year. I knew he loved me. I knew I loved him. I also knew, in the back of my mind, something that I didn't realize until years later: If I had made love to Steve I don't think I ever could have left him. I think he knew the same thing. We were that much in love." After a few moments, I took a deep breath and looked at Mulder and tried to gauge his reaction, "Well, that's the story." Mulder considered what I had said for a few minutes then propped himself back up on one elbow and once again smoothed my hair, "Would you have married him?" I didn't even have to think about it, "In a second." He considered this for a moment as he slid his finger's from my hair and traced my jawline, "Do you still love him?" "I don't think I ever stopped." "And he's still interested in you?" I nodded. Mulder dropped his hand from my face but kept his eyes locked with mine. "Then, Scully, I think your choice is easy. I don't know why you are here with me." This pissed me off "Damit Mulder," I practically shouted. "I am here because, this is where I want to be!" He looked at me in amazement, then turned to face me on the couch, "But, I thought, I mean, when I saw you to together, I assumed..." I smiled, "I know what you assumed, what you have assumed all along, and let me assure you, everyone of your assumption have been incorrect." He considers this as he leans back against the couch cushions. It was time for full disclosure, so I stand and move so I am directly in front of him. "Clearing the air about Steve and I isn't the only think I came here to do tonight, Mulder." His eyes, snap to me, full of fear and anticipation about what I am going to say or do next. "I think we have a lot to talk about, Mulder." He nods but stays silent. I take a seat on the table in from of him and begin. "For instance, why did you leave?" I ask, praying that his answer corresponds to the conclusion I came to earlier. He drops his eyes to his lap and begins, "Because...because it hurt to much to see you together." "Why?" I needed him to say it. "Because, I could see how much you cared for him and he for you and I couldn't bare the thought of loosing you again," his force becoming more pained with every word. Damn him, damn him for not saying the words I need to hear. "Why, Mulder, why couldn't you bare the thought of loosing me?" He jumped up front the couch, his face a mask of pain and anger, "Damit, Scully, why do I always have to be the one to say it. Why am I always the one who has to spill my heart to you and then receive nothing from you in return? What do I have to say or do to make you believe? I am so tired, Scully, of you pretending now to know how I feel about you. Do you know how badly it hurts me to see you with other men? What do you want from me Scully? Because I am tired of telling you and showing you how I feel for you when all I get in return is heartache." He stands over me watching me process what he's just said, trying to find a response. All I manage is, "I never....When?" He returns to the seat he just vacated and takes both of my hands in both of his and begins, "I tell you how I feed about you every time I touch you, every time I look into your eyes, every time I came to you in my moments of despair, every time I pulled you into my arms just to feel your body against mine and reassure myself that you were real and safe and alive, every time I kissed your forehead, every time I watched you sleep, every time I left you behind for you own safety, every time I called you in the middle of the night to keep me company on a stakeout or a ghost hunt. I am not good at expressing in words how I feel about people, so I tired to tell you through my actions. I thought you knew Scully." I shake my head and try to blink the tears from my eyes, "I didn't realize...In your hallway, I though maybe you felt the same way about me as I did about you, but then after everything was over and you never brought it up......I assumed you wanted to forget." My efforts to hold back my tears fail and Mulder gently brushes them from my face. He gently stokes my cheek as I continue, "Then, when you told me that you loved me while you were in the hospital, I didn't dare hope that you meant it. I didn't want to deal with the pain again." When I look into his eyes, I see they are moist with unshed tears. "You know I love you, don't you?" He smiles the biggest smile I have ever seen on his face. "I do now," he says and I fell like my heart is about to burst I am so happy. He leans forwards and pulls my head toward his. When our lips are so close that they are barley touching, he whispers, "I love you too, Scully." Then he closes the remaining millimeters that separate us and he kisses me. ===== AIM: xflznicole "Email is for geeks and pedaphiles." Ryan Phillippe as Sabastian Velmont in Cruel Intentions From: Nicole Baker Date: Mon, 22 Nov 1999 19:30:51 -0800 (PST) Subject: xfc: The One That Got Away, part 5/5 (NC 17 section) Source: xfc From: Nicole Baker Part 5 disclaimers in part 1 This section is NC-17 so if you are underage, this marks the end of the story for you! *********************************************************************************** Our first kiss is perfect, a gentle, loving expression of our newly found love for each other. As we break apart I can't help but smile as Mulder continues to plant soft chaste kisses all over my face, removing any final tear drops that his hands may have missed. A soft sigh escapes my lips as he begins running kisses along my jaw lined and down my throat. I can't help but groan when he begins scraping his teeth across the tender skin of my neck and then soothing the damage with his tongue. I don't want him to stop, but, "Mulder..." I warn. "Hmm?" he says as he continues his ministrations. "If you leave a mark, I'll kill you." He stops and I can feel the vibrations of his chuckle against my skin. He sits up and pulls my hand to his lips and gently brushes them across my knuckles. "Forgive me, after all that's happened in the last few days, I just wanted to leave my mark so everyone will know that you are mine." I'm his, that thought sends a jolt of electricity throughout my body. Of course, I can't let a sexist comment like that go unpunished, much to Mulder's delight, I'm sure. Before he even knows what's hit him, I push him back on the couch, straddle his legs, and return the favor so everyone knows that this man is property of Dana Scully. Mulder has a very sensitive neck, and groans and squirms almost continually under my assault. When he can't take it anymore, he drags my head from his throat and pulls my lips to his. Our second kiss is nothing like the first. This kiss contains as much passion as the first had love. We explore each other's mouths and pull the air from each others lungs. Hands roam freely, exploring curves and muscles, areas never before explored by the a hand of the other. Mulder pulls away first and breathless says, "Scully, if you want to take this slow, we need to stop." For me stopping is not an option, I have wanted this for far too long. I settle myself firmly on Mulder's lap, feeling the proof of his desire pressing against me. We both moan at this intimate contact. I lay my arms across Mulder's shoulders and rest my forehead against his, and say, "I want to take this slow but that doesn't mean I want us to stop." Mulder's hands find my hips and pull me more firmly against him. Then he runs and strong hands, soothingly up and down my back. It is so relaxing I practically collapses against Mulder, enjoying the urgent hardness of him, the throbbing between my own legs and the conyrast between the tension free feeling in the rest of my body. Soon, I need more and I began rubbing against him, eliciting a moan from Mulder. He momentarily stills his hands. When he begins again his hands venture under the back of my shirt on the way up and slip below the waistband of my pants on the way down. The feeling of his skin against mine is so amazing that I have to feel more. I lean back and grasp the hem of my shirt and in one motion pull it over my head and discard it into a far corner of the room. Mulder rakes his eyes over my form and soon begins stroking me again without the barrier of my shirt in the way. I lean in for a kiss and as I do I find the bottom of his shirt and break our kiss only long enough to pull it over his head and throw it in roughly the same direction as mine. Mulder's hands instinctively find my breasts and he kneads them and squeezes them with the perfect technique while my hand becomes more familiar with the muscular landscape of Mulder's glorious body. Before long Mulder expertly unclasps my bra and slowly slides it off my shoulders. I lean back and close my eyes, waiting for the sensation of his hands covering me with nothing in the way. "Mulder!" I gasp when, instead of covering my breast with his hands, I feel his mouth latch on and his pebbled tongue circling my nipple. I arch my back under the intensely wonderful sensation and he brings his hands around my back to support me under his continued assault, first on one breast and then the other. I am moaning almost constantly now and feel him pressing into me. I try to rotate my hips against him. He moans, which creates an unbelievable sensation on the sensitive tissue in his mouth. I do it again and this time he releases my breast with an audible pop and I seem a grimace spreading across his face, "Scully, baby, if you want to take this slow, you've got to stop that." God, I can't stop, I don't want to stop. We'll have to take it slow next, time because this fells so wonderful, I need to tell him all of this but only manage, "Next time...we'll take it slow next time." He pulls me against his chest and slides forward on the sofa, creating more contact. I continue rocking on his lap as we kiss, my nipples rubbing against the coarse hair of his chest. When I can't take anymore, I move back a little. He looks at me in confusion until my hand finds the zipper of his jeans. I don't even unbutton them before snaking my hand inside. I am rewarded with the feeling of bare skin. I raise an eyebrow at my discovery and he just smiles and unbuttons his jeans to give me better access. His tight jeans offer little room for what I had planned. He senses this and raises his hips and pulls his jeans down and kicks them off. I once again take his throbbing erection into my hand and begin stroking him from base to tip. He only lets me stroke him a few times before he pulls my hand away and brings it to he mouth and showers it with kisses. I see the desperation in his eyes and know he is trying to hold onto his last bit of control. I know what he wants. I want the same thing. I want him to come inside me as much as I want him to be inside me when he comes. I pull my hand away and place a soft kiss on my lips and slide off his lap and once again stand in front of him. Again he looks terrified and confused so I lean in and kiss him again, telling him I love him before I straighten. When I do, I begin to unbutton my pants and shimmy the down my hips, taking my panties with them as well. Mulder smiles and sits up straighter. I use his shoulders as support as I finishes pulling my pants over my feet. When I am finished he runs his eyes from head to toe, then he says, "God, Scully, your beautiful." I feel tear starting to form in my eyes and he pulled me close and begins to kiss and nuzzle the skin that has just been reveled to him. Soon he trails kiss down, from my belly button to coarse hair between my legs. I feels his tongue against me in the most intimate of kisses. My knees actually go weak and I feel my internal muscles start to twitch. I guess he is not the only one having a problem with control. I can't bring myself to make him stop, he is moaning contentedly. Soon, I can barley stand and have to push him away. He looks at me and before he can protest I offer, "I was going to come and I want to come with you inside me." He groans and I push him back down onto the couch and straddle his legs. I lower myself so that my wetness is barley rubbing against his cock. "Scully," he says, breathless, "the bed." I shake my head, speech becoming harder and harder with each passing moment that he is pressing against my entrance. "I've always dreamed about making love to you on this couch." "Scully!" he gasps, at my admission. He face is soon transformed for that of disbelief to pure pleasure as I sink down onto him, taking him in all the way. His hands move to my hips, steadying me and holding me against him. We kiss, to seal the union and I once again tell him that I love him, but my voice sounds strange, then I realize that is because we both said it at the same time. As soon as we begin to move our pace becomes frantic. I knew I wouldn't last long but with minutes I can't feel the tension building. God, this feels so perfect, so right. I cry out his name as the waves of pleasure overtake me. I feel the room spin and blur but in that moment, as my body is being wracked with the most intense orgasm of my life, I have a moment of clarity. I see Mulder and I sometime in the near, his hair is longer but still showing no signs of silver. We are walking down a path in the forest sometime in the fall, surrounded by brilliant reds and oranges, and we are holding hands and laughing. Mulder stops walking and pulls on my arm so I fall against him, be drops and head and we kiss, the same tender kiss as the first one we shared earlier this evening. Just then we are forced apart by something and when I look down I see a beautiful little girl with a head of red, curly hair and vibrant green eyes. She takes our hands and pulls us down the path after her. As I come back to reality, I feel Mulder again running his hands up and down my spine. I am collapsed across his chest. I look up and smile at him and he says, "Welcome back, where did you go?" "Someplace wonderful," I respond and kiss him. Then I realize, "Mulder, you didn't..." He tucks my hair behind his ears and explains, "I needed to see you." I smile and begin to move again. Within minutes he is slamming into me and I am doing my best to match his ever increasing tempo. When he's there his whole body goes stiff and with one final thrust he empties himself into me and collapses back onto the couch. When he opens he eyes again, I am hit by the realization that they are exactly the same as the girls in the my vision. "Welcome back," say as I plant kisses all over his face. He hums in approvals and then requests, "Tell me about the wonderful place." I tuck my head under his chin and tell him about us and the little girls in the woods. When I finish I look up at him and see tears in his eyes, "I've been there before, Scully." "And I hope to return," I say as I kiss away his tears of joy. "Do you believe it was some kind of premonition?" I consider. "Yes," I say, "I believe it was." I snuggle back down against his chest and we are silent. "I can't believe that we are finally together like this," he says. "Should we send Steve a 'Thank You' card?" "How 'bout we just wait and send him a wedding invitation," he says confidently, but I feel his body tense under mine as he awaits my response. "That's fine," I say as I stifle a yawn, "but we need do that soon." I feel him smile into my hair. "Why's that?" "Because I only have a few more months to where I'll be able to fit into a wedding dress." He pushed me away so he can look into my eyes. He tries to hid his smile as he says, "You don't think.." I shrug, "I do." "I love you, Scully." "And I love you." The End. If you want this story to continue, be sure to send feedback my way. ===== AIM: xflznicole "Email is for geeks and pedaphiles." Ryan Phillippe as Sabastian Velmont in Cruel Intentions