From: "Turkey Delish" Date: Mon, 23 Apr 2001 02:33:19 -0700 Subject: Orange Source: direct TITLE: Orange AUTHOR: The X-Piig CATEGORY: SR SPOILERS: None KEYWORDS: Mulder/Scully UST RATED: PG SUMMARY: Some impulses are too strong to resist. DISCLAIMER: He found him a reason... so check us tomorrow... we'll see if he's suing... bitch and bitch CC till it hurts... my fanfic's bout M and S (FANFIC'S BOUT M AND S)... I couldn't own them less... if Chris Carter's nice to me he won't... sue and sue and sue till it hurts... sue and sue till it HURTS!!! (To the tune of "Hello Timebomb" by the Matthew Good Band. It's still not as catchy as hot dog ads). NOTES: This story directly follows "Green"... it makes no sense without it... This is, I'll admit, not my best work. I am, however, very obsessive about FINISHING what I start, and I couldn't just leave "Green" all by its lonesome. It's probably the most intense M and S moment I've ever written, which is a definite change from the rambling of Guster and Point A. There's actual ACTION in this one. In the first one, the Mariah Carey song tied the beginning and end together. But, seeing as I take pride in the fact that this one of the few fanfics I've written without basing it on a song, I used the phone call to tie this together. That and the colour orange, which is what I see in my mind as I write this. Of course, you should also know that the whole purpose of "Orange" was to write the yummy yummy kitchen scene. All the explanations will come in "Purple". Man am I sneaky. And, finally, I have altered the layout of Scully's apartment for my own purposes, mostly because I'm too lazy to find out what it really looks like. Apparently, the writers all like Mulder's apartment better. FEEDBACK: I write fanfic... so load me up... cuz feedback puts me all the way out... cuz feedback puts me all the way out... (To the tune of "Load Me Up" by the Matthew Good Band.) e-mail: thexpig@hotmail.com * * * Fox Mulder woke to a clear view across Scully's hall carpet. He blinked in confusion, and felt his partner stir behind him. She turned her face toward him, and judging from the warm breath on his ear, he assumed she was spooned against his back, with her head resting against his. Shifting slightly in an attempt to look around, he also felt an arm wrapped around him, hand lying on his chest. He also realized he must be pinning her to the wall. "'Morning, partner." She muttered, yawning. "Scully, wh--" he began, then grimaced and stifled a groan as his right arm woke up with an unpleasant prickle. A concerned look crossed Scully's face, then she surprised Mulder by leaning around and planting her lips firmly on his. The contact was brief, but left his head spinning and a distant feeling of apprehension began to set in. He had a sudden need to know what was going on, but before he could ask for an explanation, Scully's phone rang. Still looking strangely calm, she silenced him with a finger to his lips, then reached for the cordless phone, where it had fallen at some point. "Scully. Frohike?... But why did you call here?... No... Actually I have to ask you something..." She spoke into the phone, rising slowly from the floor. Mulder lay back, half listening to her conversation as she walked to the kitchen, watching him, while he tried to figure out his situation. With dismay, he pulled a complete blank on the events of the previous night. Worse was the realization that his last memory was of a bar. How did he get to the floor of Scully's apartment, and how did SHE get to kissing him so casually when he couldn't remember any REASON for the affection. "... information... affects reaction to impulses...?..." Fragments of conversation drifted back to Mulder. Curiouser and curiouser. He sat up, leaning against the wall -- he also felt unusually weak -- as Scully came back to him, kneeling down and looking intently at his eyes. Suddenly uncomfortable, he looked down at his knees and cleared his throat. The stiffness in his neck caused him to hiss sharply, and he looked up as she asked him softly if he was okay. The only sound he could manage was a soft moan. Again, his partner moved forward to kiss him gently. Incapable of rational thought, he responded carefully, until she pulled away, the worried expression remaining on her face. Mulder's own expression became shock, which obviously confused Scully. She had begun to look vaguely terrified. "Um... what... why... what happened Scully? Why did you..." He stumbled, still uncomfortable. "Do you remember any of yesterday, Mulder?" She asked, helping him to his feet. "No." He admitted, biting his lip. She let out a long breath, "I'm sorry. I owe you an explanation then." Scully led him to the couch, offering to make coffee. "What about work?" He asked. "I called Skinner after I got off the phone with Frohike. I asked him to postpone our meeting because I had something... personal, to follow up." Mulder nodded, watching her walk back to the kitchen. He was aching to know just how and why he was even here at... 7:00 a.m. If this meant he and Scully had taken another step with each other and he had no memories of it, heads WOULD roll. Their previous position seemed to suggest this was the case, except for their location on the floor and overly-clothed state. Abruptly, his thoughts were interrupted by a sharp pain in his head. Skull-splitting agony coursed through his brain and he felt the sudden urge to be in the kitchen, closer to his partner. Staggering forward and gritting his teeth from the fire in his head, Mulder jerked off the couch and stumbled across the room. Regaining his balance but not his will, he crept up behind Scully as she filled the coffee pot at the sink. The running water masked his footsteps until he was directly behind her. As she became aware of a presence and began to turn, his hands slipped around her waist and held her, firmly pressed against him. She inhaled sharply as his burning lips traced a line up her neck. Pulling back her hair with one hand, he slipped the other under her blouse and began to draw small circles on her stomach. His lips went to her face, creating a fiery line of kisses along her jaw, gently turning her head, moving for her lips. "Mulder... I th... you said..." was all Scully could gasp before his mouth was on hers. The same struggle for control was going on now as it had the night before. This time, though, she felt common sense losing to pure sensation. Feeling her begin to respond, Mulder turned her toward him and backed her up to the counter. His hands were warm on her back, mouth tasting her, drinking her. Scully weakly pressed her hands to his shoulders, still engaged in an internal battle for control. He brought his lips along her cheek again, then across her closed eyelids as her will power faltered, then drained out in another long, slow kiss. Her hands wrapped around Mulder's neck, fingers running through his soft, sleep-mussed hair. Effortlessly, he lifted her small frame onto the counter so they could continue without worrying about the height difference. Bright orange sunlight spilled into the kitchen, staining both figures and glinting off strands of Scully's hair. The colour seemed to intensify the heat both felt, pressed against each other, almost melting out of existence. Mulder moved closer, running his tongue over her teeth then meeting her own, tasting more orange. She bit lightly on his lower lip, sucking gently on it then letting her mouth be captured again. Rocking slowly back and forth, she let him slide her blouse over her shoulders. It fell to the floor as Scully wrapped her legs around him and pulled at the buttons on his collar. Deep into an intense kiss, Mulder began to shudder. Suddenly, a jolt ran through his body as lightning flashed in his head, and he wrenched his lips from hers, slamming his hands down on the counter and staring at her in complete horror. For several long minutes they stayed there, breathing deeply and looking at each other. Finally, both pulled their hands back and averted their eyes, Mulder breaking the silence. "What just happened to me?" He pleaded. "It's what happened last night. I don't know why." Scully told him. "Why do I remember this but none of yesterday?" She thought for a minutes, still breathing hard and refusing to meet his gaze. "I think what you're experiencing now are aftershocks of... whatever it was you were exposed to last night. Before, it was stronger and lasted longer. These seem a bit like flashbacks." "Stronger than THAT?" He asked incredulously. She nodded, and bit her bruised lower lip. Mulder stepped back stiffly and picked Scully's blouse off the floor, holding it out to her awkwardly. Sliding of the counter, she lifted it from his hands, shrugged into the light material and began to button the front, still facing an ashamed Agent Mulder. At last, she looked up into his guilty eyes and gently placed a hand on his shoulder. He flinched at her touch, then relaxed. "It's okay, Mulder." She reassured him. He let out a breath, and nodded, unsure of what to say. No matter what she told him, this complete loss of control scared him. More than confused, he was afraid he would hurt her next time. "Just sit down. I still need to explain last night." Scully broke through his thoughts. He complied, while she went back to making their coffee. The casual attitude concerning their actions did nothing to alleviate his confusion. How was she so calm, as if nothing had happened? Mulder also realized that she probably could have stopped his advances if she had tried. So why hadn't she? More than anything, the questions were driving him crazy. Over steaming mugs of coffee, hot and strong, Scully told him about the previous day's events. He listened, expression alternating between interest and outright embarrassment. By the end his emotions had gathered into a large ball of pure frustration. His questions hadn't been answered, neither knew where to even start on a cure, and he could do little more himself than wait for the impulse to overcome him again. "... this THING affects your reaction of urges and impulses, I think. It might remove the ability to... censor your actions." She was hypothesising, looking for answers. Realizing denying his urges concerning Scully would be a pointless lie, he was forced to agree. Except... "It's more than that," Mulder said, "because I WAS still able to control myself, it was just more difficult. Except when I DIDN'T give in, the..." he pointed to his forehead, "... came back, full force. As if to illustrate his point, a wave of pain flowed through his head, doubling him over in the chair. Groaning, he realized what would happen next and used the last of his strength and will power to push himself to his feet. Before he could get any further, a flash of pain knocked him back down. Gripping handfuls of his own hair and resting his burning forehead on the table's cool surface, he didn't notice Scully walking toward him. Mulder felt a hand on his shoulder, and turned toward her. Determined to maintain control this time, she held his face and leaned in for a short, comforting kiss. She tasted coffee and sugar, felt him tense and move closer. Less than half a minute passed before he shuddered and pulled back, expression ashamed and uncertain again. There was a small spark of hope, however; the "aftershocks" were becoming less intense, and shorter. They both knew the ordeal was far from over, though. Recovering slowly, Mulder remembered something that might offer answers. Looking back at Scully, this time without guilt or confusion, he said simply, "The bar." Fading orange spilled over the two agents, staring and motionless. The phone rang. END * * * NOTES: Coming soon to an archive near you: PURPLE. Yes, then I'm done with it.