Date: Sat, 10 Apr 1999 21:49:12 -0700
Subject: NEW: Parabiosis



Written April 9, 1999 by F. Reilly: freilly@prodigy.net

Parabiosis

Here she was, once again, in total darkness, in the throes of passion. 
She had sworn to herself that she would never let Mulder get her into this
position, again. But here she was, moaning under her breath; panting like
the star pupil in a Lamaze class; unable to control her sexual attraction
for Mulder. His hand was splayed against her abdomen, pressing her spooned
against his groin. She was very near the edge, now. The slightest movement
could topple her over the edge...figuratively and literally! How had she
gotten into this predicament? Could one actually consider fear and an
adreline rush as foreplay? Did the old cliche about your life passing
before you eyes actually refer to your SEX life? 

She felt Mulder pivot his body with hers to the left. She clutched wildly
at anything she could grasp. Arms flailing, she reached behind her and
found Mulder's buttocks with both hands. Her mind wandered in that moment
to his lips...and wondered how it would feel...how it would taste...to run
her tongue across his pouty lower lip. 'Don't go there!' she cautioned
herself - too late. Her whole body stiffened and her head jerked back
against his chest as she called his name out loud, "Mulder!" In her
paroxysms of release, she thought she heard him whisper her first name
against her hair.  She let out a slow moaning sigh. 

"Dammit, Dammit, Dammit!" Mulder hoped that by saying this aloud, she
would be convinced that she didn't hear him mutter Dana. He had her back
on firm footing now. He understood that she was only clutching him by his
rear because the earth had opened up underneath her and she was afraid she
would fall into the abyss in front of them. He was also thinking that it
was a good thing that they were in total darkness. This way, she would not
notice his flushed face and could not confirm any suspicions of the bulge
she might feel in his jeans.  "Don't worry. Even if I lose my grip on you,
we've got the spelunking gear.  I won't let you fall." 

Mulder tried to speak to her in a soothing voice to calm her fears - and
his own! She was really trembling, now, and her knees had nearly let her
collapse right after he had moved her away from the hole in the cave's
floor. 

"Do you really want me, Mulder, or is that a spare flashlight in your
pocket?" Scully tried to distract him from any telepathic vibes she may
have given him about her erotic experience. 

After fumbling for a moment, Mulder flicked on the spare flashlight that
was hanging from a hook on the side the toolbelt that she had given him
last Christmas. They had both dropped their flashlights when the cave-in
occurred in the floor a moment ago. Now that they had some light, he
removed his hand from her and led her by a light touch on her arm away
from the hole in the ground. 

"Mulder, I don't think we'll ever find where they moved those miles of
files from the caverns behind Strughold Mining Company. They might not
even be in this country any more." 

"I think you're right. They aren't here in this cave. But I can only try
to check out each lead that sounds promising. I really thought we would
catch up with the proof we need, this time. I am sorry that little
accident back there scared you. Are you hurt? I thought I heard you gasp
in pain back there." 

"No. I'm not hurt. I just had a fleeting thought about bats in my hair
when the lights went out," Scully joked. She was really glad that he had
misinterpreted her movements and gasp. Her face felt cool enough now to
turn to face him. 

"I think we should go back, Mulder. There doesn't seem to be any evidence
of files here now." 

the end

"Go ahead! Change your life." Maurice to Mulder, How the Ghosts Stole
Christmas "That's why we like you, Mulder. Your ideas are weirder than
ours."  Byers, E.B.E.  freilly@prodigy.net