From: Lola Date: Mon, 6 Sep 2010 17:24:23 -0400 Subject: Ten Things by Lolabeegood Source: direct Title: Ten Things Author: Lolabeegood E-mail: lolabeegood@gmail.com Distribution: Archive freely with my name attached Rating: R Categories: S, R Keywords: Mulder/Scully romance Spoilers: Up to Season 7 Summary: It's amazing what you find out about someone when you start sleeping with them. Author's Notes: Just a little something that has been working itself out in my head. Honourable mention goes to Victoria's Secret, the movie Roman Holiday and Jerry Springer. I do not own the characters. I do not make any money from this. Enjoy! ************************************* There are ten new things I have learned about Dana Scully since I started sleeping with her. ONE--She hates the snooze button The fourth time we slept together and I stayed at her house, it was a weeknight. We had been up late discussing a case and one thing lead to me waking up in her bed when the alarm went off at 6:15 am. Like at my place, I hit the snooze button and rolled back over to snuggle into the warmth of her nearly-naked body. Eight minutes later it went off again and she practically blindsided me with a fist as she tried to turn the alarm off. "Mulder, you hit the snooze?" she asked all groggy. "Yeah, it's just after six" I said as I rubbed my chest where she had elbowed me. "Don't you know that snooze buttons are one of the worst things for your heart?" "What?" I asked, not sure if we were having the same conversation. "When you wake up repeatedly to a snooze button," she said as she leaned on one elbow and her breast dangled loosely in her tank top "it's like you're setting yourself up for a series of mini-heart attacks every eight minutes." "Okay" I murmured, more interested in her tousled hair and dangling breast. "You are jolting your heart at the start of the day." "So, no more snooze buttons. Got it." I said as I rubbed her shoulder. "Not ever." She said softly. "Scouts honor," I said as I slid the spaghetti strap down her arm. "I'm serious, Mulder," she said smiling at me. "I'm serious too," I said as I pulled her toward me. TWO--She has a weird fascination with the Jerry Springer Show. After about a month of sleeping together I woke up in the middle of the night to find her not in bed with me. We were on a case and I noticed the door to her adjoining room was slightly ajar. I listened for washroom noises and, hearing none, got up to investigate. I pulled on my boxers as I stumbled across the room and noticed the blue light of the TV set from her room. It was not like Scully to have issues sleeping; on the contrary that woman could pretty much fall asleep anywhere. I rounded the door frame and found her sitting cross-legged on her bed wearing one of my undershirts, eating a chocolate bar, and watching Jerry Springer. I knew it was Springer from the 'Jerry, Jerry' cheer coming from the set. "Scully, what are you doing?" I asked as I rubbed my eyes. "N-Nothing," she said startled as she quickly flipped the channel to a news station. "Are you watching Springer?" I asked as I walked toward her. "I, uh...no," she said not meeting my eyes. "You were" I smiled at her and sat on the edge of her bed. "Okay," she conceded "I find it...interesting." "Why are you so embarrassed?" "It's...it's just so trashy." She smiled shyly. I decided to pursue the topic a little more before letting it go. Of all the things Scully could be watching alone in a room by herself in a hotel, Springer was pretty tame. "What do you like about it?" "I guess all the trailer park, paternity suit, in-law stories are kind of funny and sort of an...escape." "There's nothing wrong with that." I snicker to myself more than her. ""I just feel really silly," she admitted. "It just helps me sleep sometimes." I reached beside her and picked up the convertor so I could find the show. "What's this one about?" I asked pointing to the set. "Fat relatives who embarrass their families." She shyly smiled. "Sounds good" I said as I maneuvered up to sit against the headboard and she settled in next to me. "Mulder, you don't have to..." "Shhhh, you're going to miss the surprise guest behind the screen." I said as I kissed her head. THREE--She won't buy condoms. Despite being a liberated independent woman with a medical degree Scully still thinks it's the man's responsibility to provide the condoms. The conversation about who had to do some shopping, came up after we'd had sex several times without a condom. I know she actually likes sex without a condom better but the doctor in her chastises her for not asking me to wear one. I actually thought it was a moot point. We both had not been with anyone for a while, we were free of STDs, and she couldn't get pregnant, so I didn't see the point. "Mulder, you still don't have any condoms?" she asked as she panted below me on my bed. "Scully, there's no..." I started. "We need to stop then," She said as she closed her shirt over my exploring hands. "Scully, really?" I asked as I extracted my hands from her breasts and leaned on my forearms above her. "Yes, really," she said as she removed herself from underneath me. "I'll see you in the office tomorrow." I collapsed on my bed panting and partially dressed and listened to her pull on her shoes and shut the door behind her. Later that evening, I bought several boxes of condoms, piled them into a brandy snifter and placed it next to my bed. I wanted it made abundantly clear the next time she came over that I was well stocked if she was willing. Then I went to her place with a box and placed it in her nightstand drawer. She appreciated the gesture and we have yet to use one of those condoms. FOUR--She has been trying to learn the flute for years. "What's this?" I ask as I raise a small case for her to see. I had been searching around for my boxers when I came across this case hidden under her bed. "It's nothing," she said reaching to take it from me. "Come on Scully, give." I say holding it high above my head and out of her reach. "Mulder it's...it's private," she said reaching for the box. "How private?" I ask waggling my eyebrows. "Not what you're thinking" she admonishes. "So, why don't you want me to know what's inside?" I ask as I hand her the case. "It's uh...something no one really knows about but it's not something..." "It's okay Scully, you don't have to tell me. I was just teasing," I say as I start to search for my boxers again. Finding them, I pull them on and sit at the side of the bed. "Here Mulder," she says handing me the case and sitting next to me. "Really? Because I don't want you to feel..." "No, I want you to know," she said as she opened the case. Inside the case was a neatly stored flute in pristine condition. "Scully, I didn't know you played." "I don't...not really, "she sighed. "I started taking lessons 7 years ago but, as the cases took us out of town and I had to cancel a bunch of lessons..." "You couldn't continue," I interrupted as I fingered the shiny silver instrument. "I have been trying to teach myself for a few years with these books and CDs." "You should sign up for more lessons." "No, I'm kind of past it," she says as she shakes her head. "I should really sell the flute to a used instrument store." "No, don't." I say taking it from her. "You'll get a chance to take lessons again." "Okay" she smiles at me. FIVE--She is really big on personal grooming. I have noticed for years that Scully has always been a well groomed woman. She cuts her hair regularly, manicures her nails, waxes her eyebrows, and dry cleans her clothes. I am not oblivious to the amount of work she has put into her appearance. I just didn't realize until we were sleeping together that she puts a lot of effort into things most people don't see. Scully has the softest skin I've ever touched because of the great time and attention she pays to it. She buys expensive French creams and slathers them all over her body each and every day. She has special lotions for her eyes and her neck and for her hands. I had no idea until I was with Scully the care and attention she pays to herself. I also had no idea that underneath those stiff formal suits lay a waxed vagina. Scully isn't completely hairless, that would be a little odd. Instead, she gets her pubic region waxed into a nice neat 'landing strip'. I somehow always imagined that she would be an 'au natural' woman when it came to the nether- regions which is why I was most pleasantly surprised when I first ventured there. SIX--She has the high sex drive of a woman in her mid-thirties that I've read about in men's magazines. Since we started having sex, we've had sex way more often then I expected to. Scully, it appears, is a very sexual being. We've had sex while away on a case, quickie sex, sexual encounters several times a night, sex in the middle of a Saturday afternoon, sex after work, sex in the morning, and sex in the shower. In fact, the only kind of sex that is not on the menu is sex at work. We're both in agreement about that and have yet to do anything but gaze longingly across the office at each other. SEVEN--She has a wicked lingerie collection. I was over at her apartment waiting for her to pack so we could leave on a case. I wandered into the bedroom to check on her progress when I came across an open drawer filled with lingerie. She was in the washroom packing her toothbrush when I decided to investigate the drawer further. Every style and color of lingerie was neatly folded and lined up in the drawer. "Mulder!" she snapped from behind me. "Scully, where did you get all this?" I ask as I hold up a pair of lacy pink panties. "At a store, like everyone else," she says as she snatched the pair from my hand. "I had no idea you were such a lingerie collector," I say as I watch her neatly fold the panties and put them back in the drawer next to her matching bra. "I've bought some over the years," she says as she shuts the drawer. "Really?" I leer as I grab her waist, "when do I get my private Victoria's Secret show?" "Never," she answers flatly. "And Mulder, if you keep this up, you won't get to see what I packed in my overnight bag." EIGHT--She talks very little in bed, but when she does, it's highly erotic. I've been with enough women to know that Scully is extremely quiet in bed. She doesn't moan or yell or even gasp loudly. Unlike some other women I've been with, she doesn't talk dirty or ask me to go faster or slower. No, Scully does everything with her body. She pulls me closer if she wants me deeper, She circles her hips faster if she wants me to pick up the pace, and she arches her back and looks toward the heavens when she reaches orgasm. The few words Scully does share in bed are usually very erotic, not because of her word choice but because she decided to speak. She has said my name in the heat of passion only a handful of times but each time her utterance has caused me to come immediately. She told me once, as I was going down on her, that my tongue was amazing as she shuddered against me and palpitated against my mouth. Scully is a woman of few words in bed but her body and her face speak volumes of untold pleasures. NINE--Her mother has a key to her apartment what she'll use on a Saturday morning at 8 am after going to the market. It was about 3 weeks into our new relationship when Maggie Scully unexpectedly entered into the picture. It was Saturday morning and we were fast asleep in Scully's bed. We had been up late the night before watching 'Roman Holiday' and making slow love on the couch in her living room. We eventually crawled into bed at some ungodly hour and went to sleep. I was lying with Scully curled up on my shoulder when I heard the click of her front door opening. I sprang from the bed and swore silently that my gun and holster were not in the room. Just as I was about to exit the bedroom, naked as a jay bird, I felt her hand rest on my shoulder. I turned to see her making a 'quiet' gesture as she placed a single finger against her lips. I was slightly confused as I saw her fasten a robe around herself and exit the bedroom. "Hi mom!" she called 'Oh shit!' I thought as I stood frozen inside the door. "Hi honey. I just thought I'd drop some stuff off that I got at the market, it's far too much for me." She said hurriedly. "Thanks, mom" I heard Scully say uncomfortably as I pictured her sweeping my discarded clothes under the couch with her feet. "I'll get out of your way" Maggie said tersely. "Uh, do you...want some tea mom?" Scully asked hesitantly. "No, I'll get out of your way...if I had known..." she started. "What mom?" Scully asked confused. There was the sound of a doorknob being turned. "Dear, I can see a man's shoes" she said pointedly. "I'll make sure I don't use my key next time." "Mom, it's..." I hear Scully plead as a door opened. "No need to explain," Maggie whispered. "You're a grown woman; it's just that you hadn't said there was...someone." "Well, there is" Scully stammered. "And I'd like you to get to know him, just not this way." "Call me later, dear" Maggie said as I heard her kiss Scully's cheek. "Thanks mom," Scully said, sounding relieved. I heard the door shut and I emerged from my hiding spot to see Scully leaning with her back against the door shaking her head. "Are you okay?" I ask as I walk toward her. "Yea, I'm fine," she sighed "Scully?" I ask as I pull her toward me. "It's just that I didn't want it to happen this way. I wanted to talk with her about us, not have her stumble upon us. "I know" I said as I kissed the top of her head. TEN--She's completely in love with me. It was the morning after we first made love. She was lying with her back towards me in bed. I woke with an undeniable urge to touch her soft ivory skin to make sure she was real. I reached out and softly grazed my fingers along the edge of her shoulder. "Mulder?" she asked groggily. "Um hmm?" I smiled at her use of my name. She rolled over to face me and a smile crept over her features. "Good morning" "Good morning sunshine," I said as I leaned over to softly kiss her lips. She returned the gentle kiss and lay in her rumpled bed wrapped up in sheets facing each other for several minutes. We smiled in the shared silence and studied the other person. "What are you thinking?" she asked, breaking the stillness. "I'm thinking" I paused thoughtfully, "that I don't want to scare you." "How would you scare me?" she asked, suddenly scared as she raised her head off her pillow. "I want to tell you that I love you, but I don't want to scare you." I admitted. She smiled and put her head back down. "I'm not scared" she said quietly. "That's good," I said as I shimmied closer to her. "It is," she said as she nuzzled me with her nose. We lay in silence again with her engulfed in my arms and her breasts pressed against my stomach. She tucked her head under my arm and sighed. "Mulder?" she asked. "Yeah?" "I've never been good with words." "I think you're doing fine," I answer in encouragement. "I want you to know..." she paused and shifted against me "I don't just love you Mulder...I'm in love with you." I lean down and kiss the top of her head, acknowledging how happy I was to hear those words. "And...I'm not scared," she clarified "In fact, I feel really good about this...about us." "So do I," I say as I wrap the rest of my body around her. THE END