From: crehnert Date: Wed, 16 Sep 1998 06:57:39 -0400 Subject: Reciprocated Senses Reciprocated Senses Mulder/Scully UST Rated PG Summary: Mulder and Scully share a dance at yet another FBI function Disclaimer: I do not own Mulder, Scully, Skinner or the FBI. Chris Carter owns them all, except the FBI, and I am not sure who owns them. It isn't me! Reciprocated Senses By Annie crehnert@ptd.net "It's just a dance, Mulder," Scully griped. "It's not as if I'm asking for your dainty hand in marriage!" Fox Mulder looked at her condescendingly. He hated these FBI functions, and his partner knew it. Now the DJ was playing the theme song from that asteroid movie that was out this past summer, and a lot of couples were heading for the dance floor. He and Scully had gone to see the movie, late one Saturday night, and had had several lively discussions since then on how the hero might have been saved. But, Scully loved the song, and the group who performed it. "Fine, all right!" he grumbled, getting up from the table, receiving a sympathetic smirk from AD Skinner, himself uncomfortable here, and wanting to leave. "Well, don't put yourself out too much, Mulder," Dana muttered back, as he reached out to take her hand . She stood, and allowed herself to be led onto the crowded dance floor. Fox Mulder held his partner lightly and listened to the music. He did like the song, he suddenly realized; the music swelling in the right places, the emotion relayed by the lyrics. Yes, it was a good choice for a dance. Dana Scully moved slowly in her partner's relaxed embrace, listening to the song. She really loved it. She had bought the cassette single, and kept it in her car stereo. Sometimes she played it over and over on her way home from work. It reminded her of being with Mulder, but probably only because they had seen the film together. Actually, she would have liked to go and see it again, but she didn't think he would agree. Mulder was watching the other couples on the floor, most of whom were actually dating couples, and so were dancing considerably closer than he and his partner. He looked at her and smiled. "You look pretty tonight, Scully," he teased, for indeed she did, in an emerald- green strapless cocktail dress and matching pumps. She was wearing emerald and diamond jewelry, too, and the effect was amazing on her. Scully smiled, looking her partner over, head to toe, causing him to smile boyishly, a rare occurrence the past few years. It looked beautiful on his face, and her own smile widened in return. "And you look very handsome in your tux! Eye candy, and believe me, I saw quite a few women giving you the once over since we got here!" Mulder laughed and pulled her just a little closer. He inhaled deeply. She smelled so good. Scully always smelled so good. If he got to the office in the morning before her, he could still smell her. Not overpowering, just enough to let him know she was there. He suddenly realized that he was REALLY knowing she was here just now. Scully breathed in the essence that was her partner. He always wore something clean and sexy-smelling, and nothing turned her on more than a man in a tux who smelled so wonderful. Mulder in his everyday G-Man suit was a nose treat, but tonight he was absolutely habit- forming. Mulder closed his eyes, instinctively leaning in closer to his partner as he did so, still inhaling her. He was acutely aware of the soft hand he was holding, and the heat of her body beneath the hand he had placed on the small of her back. He pulled her in even further, feeling the warmth of her touch his body, chest to thighs, feeling their movements slow imperceptibly until they might as well be standing still, moving to their own rhythm, everyone around them disappearing into the soft lighting of the ballroom. His mind was clouding over, and nothing existed except the women in his arms and the music in his ears. Scully held her breath when he pulled her in to him, not expecting to be dancing so closely with her partner. The hand holding hers was firm and warm, encompassing hers possessively. The feel of his back under her other hand made her realize how well-toned he was beneath his tuxedo. His tall, loose frame was deceiving. His muscles would be fine and sculpted, and she suddenly wondered how he would look with his tux off. He pulled her in again, and they were chest to chest, thigh to thigh. His face was resting on the side of her head, and she nestled her own head into his neck. The feel of him was comforting. He felt like home. Mulder felt as if all of his senses were on overload. The feel of her in his arms was indescribable. He nuzzled her hair with his nose, and pulled at some of the flamed strands with his lips. He had no control now, and the song would be over in a few seconds. She would leave his arms, and he would have to let her go. He gave in to an uncontrollable urge and bent his head to kiss her temple lightly. She forgot to breath again and raised her face to his when his lips brushed her temple, ever so lightly. He moved his head to look at her, their faces close, the song ending. He had to find out. Had to know how she tasted. Mulder leaned in minutely, until their lips touched, and he kissed her mouth softly, his tongue tasting her wine. She met his kiss tenderly, surprised, and yet not surprised. "The song is over, Mulder," she whispered into his mouth. "No, the song has just begun," he told her, promising more music. THE END