From smiller@wsp1.wspice.com Sun Sep 29 00:39:28 1996 Message-ID: From: smiller@wsp1.wspice.com Date: Sun, 29 Sep 96 00:39:28 Subject: NEW: September Heat (1/1) X-Mailer: MR/2 Internet Cruiser Edition for OS/2 v1.14 (Unregistered) Path: news.ro.com!www.nntp.primenet.com!nntp.primenet.com!dispatch.news.demon.net!demon!mail2news.demon.co.uk Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative X-NNTP-Posting-User: smiller@wsp1.wspice.com X-Mail2News-Path: news.demon.net!wsp1.wspice.com Lines: 242 Boy, its been a long time, hasn't it. I would use the excuse that I'm working on the next big novel sized work, but that would be an out-and-out lie. In fact, school has kept me remarkably busy, as have other areas. But at any rate, here is a nice quick relationship piece to easy the shippers' frustrated minds. Its got some angst too. As always, A.D. Skinner, Fox Mulder, and Dana Scully are all property of The Man, aka Chris Carter, and his Ten-Thirteen productions. September Heat by Scott Miller It was hot. And it wasn't just the heat of early September. True, the humidity was near ninety percent. True, the temperature was in the lower nineties. It could even be said that the air condition wasn't working very well in the small basement office. But that wasn't the thing that plagued Fox Mulder the most. As in even some winter days, the problem wasn't the climate at all. It was her. But most irritating of all, was the fact that she was not in the least bit distracted by anything. The heat didn't seem to bother her. He could tell she was hot, though. Sweat was just evident above her brow. She had removed the work jacket, revealing the creme blouse underneath. And the outfit had looked so professional with the jacket on. It looked, well, like any ordinary womans suit. But without it... The sleeves were non existent, just the fabric over her shoulders. The blouse flowed neatly down her front, folded just right so if he looked just in front of her armpit he could see just a touch of white... "Mulder?" "Oh, uh, yeah Scully." "You okay?" "Yeah, the heat is distracting me." "Yeah, me too. Wish the blasted air conditioning was a little more effective." "Well, we are in the basement. Ventilation's poor." "You're right. Hey, I'm going to go get some ice. Want some?" Mulder stared at the way the shadows fell on her, accentuating every curve, every nook, cranny, and delightful... "Oh, yeah... sure. Thanks." "I'll be right back." This was driving Mulder insane. He really didn't think he could stand it. His own sports jacket was hanging on his wooden chair. He had loosened his tie and had undone the collar. Now he simply removed the tie all together and removed another button. It didn't seem to help. His mind wandered to thoughts of her leaning back, pencil against her chin trying to find the right word, or the kindest sentence. He would see her bottom lip, protruding so gracefully. Her eyebrows knit in concentration. She looked downright delectable, and he could do nothing about it. "Here ya go." Mulder reached into the cup and pulled out a piece of ice, popping it quickly into his mouth and rolling the cold object to the back of his mouth where he crunched on it audibly. She noticed now that his top three buttons had been undone. What was he doing? Trying to torture her? It was bad enough when he was fully clothed complete with a tacky tie, but now... No tie, no jacket, and no top three buttons. Her eyes guiltily traveled to the 'V' now made by the shirt. She admired his throat, the beginnings of his toned chest, the angle of his chin, all the way up to his mood sensitive hazel eyes. Now they were a mellow dark green. They looked mischievous. She wondered what he was thinking. Mulder noticed Scully looking glancing up at him. He raised an eyebrow in question. Scully merely shrugged her shoulders never mind and turned back to the computer screen to hammer off another useless sentence. He couldn't help watching the way she rolled the ice around in her mouth until it disolved. It tortured him to think what her tongue was doing to the ice, and what he wanted it... He shrugged the thought off. She picked up another piece, and placed it on her bottom lip, then sucked on it gently for a moment. Oh, sweet agony, thought Mulder. He tried to look at his desk, even doodled a figure on a notepad. But temptation was too strong. he glanced back just as she slipped the ice past her full wet lips and into her mouth. "I'm going to head out for a bit. I need some fresh air." "You alright?" "Yeah, just so damned hot." "Yeah. You know, I think I'll come with you, I could stand a breeze." "Uh, you don't have to do that." "Shut up and lets go. Its stifling." Mulder let Scully walk by and followed her out the door. The elevator was another personal hell. Mulder fought VERY hard not to look down at her. He had always considered her height a disadvantage to his composure. Especially when she was wearing that THING. He closed his eyes and tried to think of Alaska in winter. Cold snow, crackling ice. But he couldn't focus well enough, and quickly opened his eyes to stare at the elevator door. Eventually, after several moments of agony, the doors opened on the ground floor. Walking out, they bumped into a tall bald man. "Oh, Agent Mulder, Agent Scully, where are you two off two?" "Just out for some fresh air, the A/C doesn't seem to be working well downstairs." "I was actually wondering what you were still doing here," replied Assistant Director Skinner. "What?" they both answered simultaneously. "Did you not get the Inter-Office e-mail?" "What e-mail?" asked Scully. "Oh good lord, were you both working that hard. Its a wonder the paperwork is never early. The bottom two floors were sent home because the repairmen won't have the system back on until tomorrow morning." Scully sighed audibly. Mulder shook his head slightly. "You're serious." asked Mulder. "Yes, Agent Mulder. You should check you're mail more often. Take the day off, you two, and back here tomorrow morning." "Yes sir," replied Scully. "Boy, I feel sheepish," Mulder commented with a wry smile on his face. "Well we should. But I'm not going to think about it long. I just want to go home and take a cold shower." "I have a better idea." "Oh?" "Why don't we go eat ice cream?" "You're just trying to break my diet aren't you Mulder." "Somebody has to, look at your figure, the last thing you need is to deprive yourself of chocolate ice cream." "Okay... You're place or mine?" "Do you have ice cream at yours?" "Of course." "Your's then. I wouldn't trust anything in my freezer to sit still." "Mulder!" She nudged his shoulder playfully. "You know what the best thing about ice cream is?" Asked Mulder before lifting his spoon. "What." "The fact that its so versatile." Scully gave Mulder a questioning look. "No really. It can be used for so many things. First, as a food." "Really?" "Hush. Second, as a toping for other foods." "I never knew." she replied dryly. "Be quiet. You can use them in floats, mix them to make milk shakes, or flick it at someone to make a sticky mess." "I try to avoid the last one. I rather dislike the sticky part." "Ah, but when you're hot, its great." "Don't tell me you make a habit of getting into ice cream fights to cool off." Suddenly, Scully got an image of Mulder covered in ice- cream, in places she didn't normally expect to see it. Her face blushed despite efforts to control her reaction. "Now, you see, you look hot right now. Look, your flushed." Mulder placed the back of the spoon against her cheek, exposing it to the cold metal. She flinched away. "Ah, don't be afraid, it won't hurt you." Mulder chuckled, then took another bite of his ice cream, as did Scully. Mulder again took his spoon and ran it across her jawline, dribbling a little bit of melted ice cream down her chin. This he removed with his finger and held it out to her. Scully couldn't help thinking how wrong this was, how she shouldn't be doing this, and how Mulder probably wasn't even thinking the same thing. But her logical mind had been subdued all day by the heat and its effects on Mulder. Now she just shut it in a closet somewhere in the subconscious and misplaced the key. Scully sucked the ice cream off Mulder's finger, using her tongue to lick the sweet vanilla. Mulder himself was surprised at her. He really hadn't thought she would do more than use her finger to scoop the ice cream off. This was more than he could hope for. Curiously, he ran his fingers along her temple and swept them back around the top of her ear. Almost like a cat, Scully instinctively moved towards his hand. She craned her neck upward, revealing the smooth white skin of her neck and jaw. Her lips parted slightly and her eyes closed as she let out a whispering sigh. Mulder ran the index finger of his other hand along her jawline back to her earlobe, lightly drawing its tip along her ear. With his other hand he reached around to the back of her neck and pulled her near to him. Just inches away, Scully opened her eyes to look straight into Mulder's. Staring back at her, she saw a mirror of her own desire. Confirming Mulder's advances, Scully pulled Mulder in, closed her eyes, and drew him into her kiss. When they met, the electricity of years of friendship sparked between them like long pent-up static electricity. Mulder ran his hands through her long auburn hair as he drew her upper lip between his own. Curiously, Scully turned her head to the left and pressed closer to Mulder. Mulder in turn did the same, then cautiously opened his mouth. In total synchronaity, they deepened the kiss, both shivering as their tongues met. Mulder wrapped his arms tightly around her smaller frame as he worked to become familiar with every aspect of her mouth. Then, just as suddenly, Scully broke away. When she opened her eyes, she saw the most heart breaking look of confusion on Mulder's face. It was as if every muscle was saying, 'My god, what have I done.' "I'm sorry, Scully," he said, voice iced with guilt. "Oh, Mulder, what did we just do?" Mulder closed his eyes and knitted his brow in anguish. Images of Scully's empty apartment, a cleared off desk, and a transfer notice were running through his head. "Oh, no...no..." "Mulder. Please don't be angry." "Angry? I'm not angry, I'm scared to death. I've really done it now, haven't I. I just did for them what they never could." "What, Mulder?" "I've ruined it, haven't I." "No! No, Mulder. We just have to think this through, thats all." "Scully, I don't think logic will help us now." "No, that's not what I meant, Mulder." "Then what did you mean?" "I just think we need to decide where we stand." "I'll understand if you want to leave, Scully." Scully paused for a moment, awestruck. "You think I'm going to leave? Where would I go? Transfer out of the X-Files? Mulder, you know I believe in our work." "But do you believe we can work together after what just happened?" "Mulder, I don't regret what just happened." Mulder stared back, dumfounded. "You mean..." "Yes, Mulder. I wanted that to happen. I've been wanting that for a long time now. Surely you knew?" "No, I always thought I was alone in my feelings." "Oh, no, Mulder, you're not alone." She placed her hands on his shoulders and looked at him, though his eyes were downcast at his lap. "I'll always be with you, no matter what happens." Mulder chuckled. "Even after all my crazy theories and leaps of faith?" "It's your blind faith that intrigues me. I have always admired that in you. Sometimes I wish I had your courage to believe." "You can Scully." He paused. "Believe in us. Please." "I do, Mulder. I always have. But can we do this?" "I want to try, Dana." Mulder took her hand in his. "Lets try." "Okay Mulder." "And Dana?" "You can call me Fox." The End -- ----------------------------------------------------------- smiller@wsp1.wspice.com -----------------------------------------------------------