From: "Turkey Delish" Date: Wed, 09 May 2001 00:06:53 -0700 Subject: Spectrum Source: direct SPECTRUM (Epilogue) AUTHOR: The X-Piig CATEGORY: SR RATING: R (am I proud or horrified?) SPOILERS: None KEYWORDS: Mulder/Scully Romance SUMMARY: Some impulses are too strong to resist. DISCLAIMER: Carter. CAR-ter. Ca-a-a-a-r-TER. They are not mine. Please do not fine. I don't own M/S, just a... cat? (to the beat of the whoa-man poem from So I Married An Axe Murderer... HEED! PANTS!!) NOTES: This is the fourth in a series in which... oh hell just read them. The first three are Green, Orange and Purple, all of which are guaranteed to hurt your soul. Like I said, I just can't leave this series alone. First: there is NO tying together element this time, just the use of colour-sections. Since I got through all the secondary colours in the first three stories, I figured I'd use the primary ones for this one. As for this being my first attempt at an R-rated fic, I'd like to personally dub myself the Euphemism Queen. AND to all you people out there who inspired me to write the final chapter, I'm deeply sorry but this is DEFINITELY the last. I love the concept, but I started the series almost a year ago and I have to let go of it if I want to move onto bigger and better things. It's been a fun four stories, but this is the end. If you want more... let your imaginations run wild. More notes at the end, I assure you. FEEDBACK: HEED! SEND!! NOW!! (please pretty please with a large fro on top). E-mail: thexpiig@hotmail.com REDBLUEYELLOWREDBLUEYELLOWREDBLUEYELLOW Red. Scully reached up and took the key from Frohike, nodding the affirmative. Ignoring a flash of pain as the connection with Mulder was momentarily lost, she transferred the key to her right hand and placed in her partner's. She heard him gasp softly as he realized what it was, then their fingers parted a second time as he moved to unlock the handcuffs. Pulling back her arm, Scully slammed the door closed and stood up. Feeling light-headed yet steady on her feet, she grabbed handfuls of the short Gunman's leather jacket and kissed him square on the mouth. Her impulsive version of "thank you". When she pulled away he was confused, and blushing red. Scully wasn't even paying attention at this point. While she was thanking him verbally in a distant voice, her brain and body were listening to the sound of the chain being undone behind her. The last thing Frohike saw were Mulder's hands reaching out of the apartment and pulling his partner in. While he was weaving down toward the elevator in a euphoric haze, the agents were sharing an explosive kiss behind door 42. Scully's hand were once again hooked around Mulder's neck, her lips crushing his with fierce intent. She wanted to be closer, wanted even more now that there was not door blocking her. "Coufchg," she mumbled, still unwilling to break the kiss. He tried to follow the instruction, and move back as she advanced, but only succeeded in losing his balance. They landed on the floor, hard enough to make spots appear in Mulder's field of vision as his head connected with the wood. Neither noticed. Scully straddled his stomach and shed her jacket, then continued to work on his soft, eager lips. Mulder's hands were in her hair, pulling through it in long, agonizingly slow strokes. The sensation was driving her insane, as was the feel of his tongue battling hers. Everything suddenly felt red hot. She closed her eyes and there was no colour, only burning sparks at every point his body touched hers. Now it was war, and Scully set about making her partner as crazy as she felt. From the sound of it, she was already succeeding. His load moan as she moved her mouth down to his neck was enough encouragement to drive her farther. Remembering her earlier intentions, she gathered enough will power to move away long enough to pick Mulder off the floor. He groaned in protest and frustration, then rose to his feet and pulled her mouth back to his. This time they made it to the couch, held onto each other as Scully's back hit its soft surface and Mulder's weight pushed her into the leather. All the while he was captured by her, hot red lips and red hair fanned across his vision. He broke the kiss and buried his face in that hair, panting and murmuring incoherent sentiments. She felt his short, hot breaths on her neck. Blue. "Sculleee..." she heard him say the name in her ear. Minutes later their rational, professional, pressed clothes were scattered in random corners of the room. Left were the raw, instinctive and completely vulnerable souls they had finally revealed to each other. A dim blue bulb glowed in the fish tank beside where they lay. For a moment they were still as, even in the depths of the drug's influence, they realized the implications of their actions. Scully focused on the cool blue light reflected in her partner's eyes. He leaned down to claim her lips again, and as she closed her eyes she felt his hands on her, felt him finally melt into her. Both gasped at the sensation, then their desire took over again. This was a momentous, irreversible event and all Scully could do was obey her body and mind's chant of . "Yes," she urged. Mulder moved, she moved with him. The drug took her mind once more and now that she could no longer move closer, she moved faster. Clawing at his shoulders in a gesture of pure animal lust, she heard his muffled groan and shuddered. Blue glow bathed their bodies as they helplessly drowned in each other. Scully's clear blue eyes opened to meet his, and in them she saw her need reflected. Mulder pressed his forehead to hers and bared his teeth against the overwhelming feel of her. Both were, in effect, lost and gone forever. Suddenly the heat and pressure at her core increased, and Scully tensed beneath him. Taking in giant gulps of cold blue air, she exhaled in staccato attempts at Mulder's name. Their rhythm quickened and when she finally reached a point of release, she breathed his name again, this time at a volume she was sure would deafen them both. Every inch of her skin was on fire now, searing blue flames that reflected off the walls and back into their eyes. At some point during her own spontaneous combustion she felt Mulder change pace, then grow tense himself. His own cry was an inarticulate plea, but the message was the same to her. As they both came down from whatever level of ecstasy they had achieved, their lips met one final, sweet time. Released, sated at last, the pressure in their minds began to abate. Mulder reached behind him as he shifted off Scully's exhausted form, and pulled a blanket over their bodies. Scully wrapped her arms around her partner, and in the final moments before sleep claimed her she began to come back to herself. In those moments she considered the consequences of her past and present actions, and realized with some amount of relief that neither of them could possibly regret the night. She also discovered she had never felt so satisfied in her life. "God I wish I was going to remember this tomorrow," Mulder's voice came from above her head. Then, with her eyes shut against the room's blue flame, Scully slept in her partner's arms. Yellow. Scully awoke to sunlight and a ringing phone. Igrnoring the warning bells set off in her head, she lifted a heavy arm and reached above her for the phone. It hadn't occurred to her that she usually kept the phone beside, rather than behind the bed. "H'lo?" she answered in a sleepy voice. Mistake number two, she realized later. "Agent Scully?" Skinner's confused voice greeted her ears, "I was trying to reach Mulder. What are you doing over there?" She blinked, turned away from the yellow glare streaming through the windows, and forced her eyes to focus. Pale yellow walls, sparse furniture and the latest copy of Adult Video News on a nearby coffee table. This was, in fact, Mulder's apartment... but then there were the clothes. Lots of them, all thrown in random directions across the floor, hers included. This lead her to the horrifying discovery that she was naked, and lying on someone's warm body. "Uh, sorry sir... we were drugged," she whispered hastily, then slammed the receiver down in its cradle. She now noted the feeling of strong arms wrapped around her, and tilted her face up to confirm the identity of their owner. Mulder's eyes flickered open as she did this, and she felt his breath catch. Now that she knew he was obviously as confused as she, a possibility occurred to her. "We really were drugged," she said quietly. "Great," was all Mulder could offer. "MacKeigan must have hit us both with the same substance he gave you earlier," Scully concluded. "Probably. The last thing I can remember is following him out of Legends." Mulder rubbed his eyes with one hand and sighed. He shifted, then grimaced as he felt small spikes of pain in his shoulders and back. Concerned, Scully leaned over to inspect the injury and frowned at the long, shallow claw marks she saw. When it hit her that they had most likely been made by her own fingernails, the enormity of what had happened the night before became clear. Seconds after this thought came the realization that she was still naked, and pressed flush against her partner's body. Feeling her cheeks burn, Scully looked away from Mulder and began to sit up. Suddenly she felt his hands on her shoulders, and she gave him a questioning look. His expression showed his own embarrassment, but also a kind of determination she recognized. At his hands' urging, she relaxed and moved her head back down toward his. When her ear reached a point just above his mouth, Mulder spoke words that sent a sharp chill of pleasure up her spine. "If neither of us remembers last night... why don't we make our own memories," he whispered. Scully pulled away and faced him, feeling both their heartbeats quicken. Lemon yellow sunlight shining in both their eyes, she placed a hand on either side of his face and slowly leaned into a kiss. This gesture was not one of passion, but a tender promise of more. In those precious seconds while their lips danced, love replaced the previous night's mindless lust in their warm yellow bubble of perfection. She shifted, pulling him on top of her again, and when they pulled away and watched each other again, they were both grinning. Briefly, a water glass caught the morning's sunlight throwing a spectrum of colours across the room and onto Mulder and Scully's entwined forms. REDBLUEYELLOWREDBLUEYELLOWREDBLUEYELLOW FINAL NOTES: It's over! *sob* oh how I'll miss MacKeigan and his wonder-drugs. Side note: the evil villain MacKeigan is named after an old nemesis. It's ALWAYS personal. Once again, I don't consider this my best writing... just my most intense. Since I'm not partial to the whole Prism series in general, I allow myself to lapse into cliche. But it's all in good fun, I assure you. I've also heard from a few people that have really liked them. To all of you (you know who you are) I say THANK YOU for your feedback, once again, and you're obviously seeing something I don't. How ironic if I happened to have bad taste in my own fanfic. I realize that this is different from the rest of the Prism series in that it's entirely from Scully's point of view, rather than an alternating one. The reason for this is that I am a heterosexual female, and I don't consider myself talented enough to describe attraction to another woman. So it's easier to write Scully because I can drool over Mulder and pass it of as creative genius. Now that I think about it, with this story it didn't really matter, but that point is rapidly becoming moot, to quote Vienen. I... should end this now. Thanks for tuning in, and remember: Snootch to the Noonch. http://www.geocities.com/thexpig42 It's about Mulder, Scully, and maybe a lickle iced tea. Home of the world's first non-fiction fanfiction.