From: Dana Scully Date: Fri, 29 Dec 2000 10:45:47 -0800 (PST) Subject: Waltz Jumps by Dana Katherine Scully Source: direct Title: Waltz Jumps Author: Dana Katherine Scully Description: When Mulder and Scully learn to pair-skate, they both discover a little bit more of themselves...and of each other. Rating: R Keywords: MSR, figure skating Classification: Story, Mulder/Scully, Humor, "Cutesy-angst" Disclaimer: Although this little statement is EXTREMELY rhetorical, the characters portrayed in this story ARE NOT MINE!! Wow!!! That's an amazing thought isn't it!? That I don't own Mulder and Scully!? That they belong to Ten Thirteen Productions and the Minister of Propaganda and FOX?! WOW!!! ONLY EVERY OTHER FREAKING FANFIC AUTHOR ON THE PLANET WRITES THIS AT THE BEGINNING!!!! (Also The Colour Of My Love, Je Crois Toi, It's All Coming Back To Me Now, and L-O-V-E belong to their respective artists. In the translation of "Je Crois Toi," which I did myself with little knowledge of French, ?????? means "I have absolutely no clue what the hell that means, or "This doesn't translate into any coherent phrase in English.") Author's Notes: This is my first attempt at smut. I actually didn't intend to include any at all; it just...... happened. This is my first fanfic too; feedback would be greatly appreciated. My email is: Dana_Katherine_Scully64@yahoo.com. Enjoy! Waltz Jumps Georgetown Skating Rink January 12, 2001 "Fox Mulder, what did I tell you about keeping your legs straight! You too Dana! What has gotten into you two, did you have too much spaghetti for breakfast?" Samantha Frace laughed. Her two thirty-something FBI agent skaters could run, recite the Miranda Act in their sleep, handcuff fast moving criminals, and shoot each other in just the right places, yet they still couldn't get that waltz jump right! They'd been skating with her for a little over a year now, and they were steadily improving as a pair. They needed work before they're exhibition, coming up in a few months, but they were skating almost every day now, and getting better. But in the beginning, she had seriously wondered about her students. They had always seemed...strange with each other. Now, she knew that their relationship had evolved, but then she hadn't been certain where it was going to go. They had looked like they were in love, but after she had been vehemently assured that that definitely was not the case, she laid off and just taught them to skate. Actually, in the very beginning, it was only Fox who was skating. She was surprised when he had received a phone call from him the day before Thanksgiving, and was rather curt due to the timing. But she also wanted to help the poor man; he sounded so lonely on the phone. Eventually they worked out a deal where he would come to the rink late Wednesday night and learn to skate. Samantha was surprised that he had even called; men usually had no interest in figure skating, especially thirty-eight year old FBI agents. In the beginning, she figured that it was just a good way to earn some dough, but when she met Fox Mulder, something made her want to reach out and tell him it was okay. It was November 1999 when he came for his first lesson. In a pair of old, black figure skates that didn't fit right and a beat-up pair of jeans, he looked like he was ready to fall down and never get up. It had been a bad year for him; he and his partner were at a stand-still, and he couldn't even look "his Scully," as he called her, in the eye without crying, he said. "I'm so in love with her, but she'll never be in love with me," he confided. That was the saddest, most sincere thing Sam had ever heard. She even decided, on the day of his second lesson, to take him shopping and buy him proper skating attire and skates. He protested, but in the end, she won. Afterwards, he came regularly, and his skating greatly improved. In the beginning, he couldn't even execute a simple stroke! But as his skill increased and he moved on to cross-overs, his mood improved too. He came in early on Wednesdays to stretch and practice, and he came for free skate almost every week. Samantha was sure that he would be a relatively good skater in time. FBI Building Wednesday after Thanksgiving 1 year earlier Dana Scully looked over at her partner. He was spacing out again, and they had a report due in five minutes. "Mulder, will you quit staring at the walls and get some work done!!" she finally exploded. "You're supposed to be writing up the expense report, and Skinner wants this NOW!" Mulder just looked at her, anger and sadness in his eyes. "Scully, quit dumping on me already!! I know you're... frustrated, just stop it!!" Mulder's volatile temper was up. "I don't want to write the damn expense report! God dammit Scully is everything always about work!?" With this he had slammed the door and left the office. Now, it all seemed so trite and ridiculous. Then it was...so important. So necessary. She and Mulder had acted like scared adolescents; if they touched each other they had to apologize. Sometimes Scully had wished that he would find that little spot on the small of her back that served as their only point of contact, that they could still be that close. "I love him, Mom," she had told her mother one night. "I love him, but he doesn't seem to know." That was before the Wednesday that Mulder started leaving he office early. "Mulder, where are you going?" she remembered asking. "Out," he had replied as he shut the door behind him. A little miffed, Scully went over to his vacant desk to check on the status of the expense report. Instead, there was a little note. Starting today, I'll be leaving early on Wednesdays. Scully had been confused and a little frightened. What if he was in trouble? She walked out to her car and decided to follow him. She got to his apartment just in time to see his leaving in a pair of beat-up jeans, with old, black figure skates slung over his shoulder. He looked incredibly sad, so she decided to follow him. When they ended up outside Georgetown Skating Rink, Scully was a little surprised. But she followed inside (at a discreet distance of course) and sat down to watch the ice. When she saw Mulder step tentatively out onto the ice, she had to smile. He had no talent whatsoever, and he looked like a little lost dalmation puppy in a crowd of show poodles. Some of the people there looked like they slept skating. Behind Mulder, a young woman glided smoothly onto the ice, and began to (apparently) instruct him as to what he should be doing. His faltering "first strokes" made her giggle with delight; Mulder, "her Mulder" as she called him, was learning to figure skate. Scully followed Mulder to the rink every Wednesday for about two months. Then, one day, he asked her something that made her heart stop. "Do you approve of my skating, Scully?" She was flabbergasted. How had he known? "I saw you in the bleachers every day Scully. Well, except for the first few, but I know you were there for those. Do you approve?" Scully just kind of sat there for a few seconds, then managed to squeak out a tiny "Yes." Mulder smiled. "I wanted to ask you to come and skate with me," he said. "I need a partner; I'm not a great singles skater." He looked at her with nothing but warmth in his eyes, and she knew that if she said no she would change her mind in a day anyway. "Um, alright," she stammered. "Do I need anything?" His eyes twinkled with glee. "Well, let's start with figure skates and a skating outfit and go from there, huh?" Skate World Georgetown, Maryland Scully browsed around Skate World, trying to find a skating outfit that was the least bit modest. Her petite figure was perfect for the outfits available, but wearing something as short as a skating leotard made her very self-conscious because of her thickly muscled thighs. Finally she asked an attendant to help her. The woman was very kind, and they looked at many of the options. Finally, Scully picked out a pair of tight black leggings and a velvet, forest green body suit that went underneath. The fluffy, white, wrap-around sweater that kept her arms warm made her look about sixteen again, and with her hair in a ponytail, she appeared made for the ice. However, she was quite the opposite. As a young girl she had loved to skate, but when her father was transferred to California, Dana didn't have much time to drive to the nearest skating rink; which was an hour away. So, by the age of ten, she had stopped skating all together. Now, when she stepped nervously onto the ice, she had to stay right next to the wall to avoid falling flat on her face. Mulder was out on a big circle in the middle, warming up with cross-overs. They were early, so Sam wasn't there yet, and they were the only two on the ice. After Mulder had completed his warm up and Scully had fallen twice, Mulder took pity on her. He skated over and took her hands. "Scully, you have to push off your foot and glide," he instructed. He skated backwards as she slowly stumbled forwards, and he pulled her around the rink. In the beginning, Scully was embarrassed; both about how close they were the whole time, and about her horrible skating ability. But by the third time they went around the rink, Scully was laughing and genuinely enjoying herself. Mulder delighted in the sound of her giggles, and didn't notice that Sam was, and had been, watching them the whole time. Finally, she skated over and stopped them, gently informing them that she was the teacher with, "Fox, if you're teaching, why are you paying me?" He gave her a smile and said, "Scully this is Samantha Frace,she's our coach." Scully extended a shaky hand. "Nice to meet...whoa!" she said as she stumbled and narrowly avoided falling. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and she averted her eyes. Mulder laughed. "Scully, it's alright; you saw me my first time! I fell all over myself!" He took her hand. "Besides, don't you trust me?" And so it had begun; the skating team of Fox Mulder and Dana Scully. After about three months they were perfectly together in the simple routines that they choreographed and performed by themselves, for themselves. Sam's input was really only the moves; Fox did the choreography, and Dana did the music. Sometimes, Samantha could swear they knew each other's thoughts; they would finish the others sentences and exchange information with glances. Sam knew that if this was the way they worked together, then she better not get in trouble with the FBI. A Thursday Six Months Later FBI Building Fox Mulder was sitting at his desk typing away when Scully walked into the office, haggard and looking very sick. "Scully are you okay?" he asked, rising quickly and coming over to her. She nodded vaguely, and turned away. Suddenly she ran towards the trash can and proceeded to empty the entire contents of her meals for the past week. Mulder rushed over and massaged her back the whole time, holding her hair and caressing her back to calm her. When she was done retching, she heaved a heavy sigh and fell back against him. "Mulder," she whispered. "Shhhh," he cooed softly. "I'm here Scully, it's okay." He held his partner, who started to cry against her will. "Shhh, it's okay Scully. I'm here, it's alright." He gently turned her to face him, and wrapped his arms around her, letting her cry her tears into his jacket. He knew how she felt; after he threw up, he always felt like crying. For a little longer he held her, and then she pulled away, eyes still wet but not overflowing. Mulder gave her a gentle smile and quipped, "Hope your lunch enjoyed the ride." She gave him a watery smile, then headed for the ladies room to wash up. "I'll be back in a second," she rasped. Then she was gone. He smiled after her, then sat back down at his desk. When she came back into the room, she still looked a little green. Standing up, Mulder looked at her and said, "I'll drive," as he threw his jacket over his shoulders. Scully nodded, and turned to follow him. Dana Scully's Apartment Georgetown, Washington D.C. As she let them into her apartment, Dana Scully tried to remember where she had put the Pepto-Bismol the last time she used it. The pink liquid tasted like.....well crap, but it seemed to help her stomach. She had been throwing up a lot lately, although never at work, and never had she been dizzy right before. she thought. She heard Mulder calling from the kitchen, "Lemon in your tea?" "Yes, please," she replied, laying down on her couch and kicking her shoes off. she thought sarcastically. Mulder looked over at his partner. He had no doubt that she was sick, but he had no idea what could have brought it on; she seemed to have all the symptoms of....well, morning sickness. he thought to himself. He chuckled a little, and said to himself, "Fox Mulder, you are a sick man." Scully looked up from her spot on the couch when she heard Mulder mumbling. "What?" she inquired. "Nothing. Here, all done," he said as he brought her tea into the living room and put it down on the large coffee table. He smiled secretly to himself, and settled down to watch Scully. She fascinated him; everything she did, everything she didn't do, everything about her. Love, he thought, was becoming his favorite word, but he could never say it aloud. Unless.... "Mulder?" Scully asked, breaking through the haze that seemed to surround him. "You okay?" "Yeah Scully. Sure, I'm fine." He smiled, in what he hoped was a convincing way, and tried to calm his racing heart. The word "Love" was flying around wildly inside him; flowing through his blood and reverberating throughout his brain. "Love, Love LOVE!" Scully looked over at her partner, and saw the distance he had suddenly put between them. "Mulder?" she questioned. "Are you sure you're okay?" He nodded almost imperceptibly. "LoveScullyIloveScullyohGodshe'srighttherecan'tsayIlov eyouScullyohGodwhyamIsuchacowardIloveyouScully...." he thought frantically. "Mulder?" she whispered, resting a hand on his shoulder. "Mulder?" Her touch made him lose his concentration, and he blurted out, "Scully I love you." Her apartment was absolutely silent for what seemed like an eternity. Nothing moved, even the clock had the good sense to stop ticking. Scully looked at Mulder, Mulder glanced over at Scully, and at the same time they realized what they were doing. She leaned towards her Mulder; he leaned towards his Scully, and their lips met and locked. Mouths opened and closed, tongues explored tentatively, and teeth clicked together in a slow rhythm. Scully grabbed Mulder's face, trying to force him into her, and Mulder's arms encircled her waste and forcefully drew her closer. Their tongues still writhing together in an endless dance, Scully slid off of the couch and onto the floor with Mulder. They sat there, kissing each other, for what seemed like hours, and then they sank gently to the floor. Mulder's hands tangled themselves in her hair as he continued to caress her tongue with his. Scully thought. Her white blouse was stretched tight across her breasts, and her nipples were standing erect. She felt lightening bolts flowing through her, centering at the tingling sensation between her thighs. His hands had disentangled themselves from her hair and unbuttoned her blouse. By the time Scully realized what he was doing, they were past the point of no return. "Mulder," she tried to say, to stall him so that she could get a grip on her own feelings for him, but the word was strangled in her throat as his hand touched the top of her breast. All that came out between torrid kisses was a little moan. Mulder heard Scully's moan and it put him on red alert. She was writhing beneath him; whether in protest or encouragement he couldn't say, but he hoped for the best, and traced the outline of her nipple through her white bra. Her hips shot up against him, and he took it as a good sign. Scully tried to bite her lip, out of habit, but instead her teeth gently scraped Mulder's full lower lip, and he responded by wrapping his tongue around hers and sliding it up and down, making her moan into him. His own strangled cries blended with hers, but as his hands reached around to unclasp her bra, she laid her hand on his, willing him to stop. He did, and breaking away from the longest kiss in history, he looked her in the eye. "What?" he whispered, pleadingly. "Mulder...." she started, sitting up against the couch. She couldn't continue, but she had to. She forced the words out, panting. "Mulder, you're my friend, and I....I...um, I don't think that we should....take our relationship any further. I can't imagine.....I can't imagine what would happen to us if...if I....if I ever got sick again...." She trailed off, and looked into his eyes. In them, she saw hope, love, comfort, the eyes of her friend, her partner...and all that was his soul bared to her. Her heart melted when she recognized his unflagging desire to protect her, and when she saw the despair she had instilled into his heart with her asking him to give her up, she knew she had to admit to him that she felt the same, and accept whatever the consequences. "Mulder, I love you." He looked at her, puzzled for a moment. "Are you sure?" She studied him for a moment, taking in the dear features and the face closest to her heart. "Mulder, shut up and kiss me." He smiled, then leaned in and devoured her mouth without mercy. Their movements became more frenzied, and in moments they were both topless. Her hands frantically explored his now bare chest, and his fingers kneaded and pinched her breasts without mercy. Their combined moans could have woken the dead had they not been strangled by kisses, but they were getting louder and more frantic by the minute, and Mulder's erection was starting to become unbearable. And then it happened. He was frantically caressing Scully's chest, eliciting strangled cries from her, when he touched her erect nipple. Her hips shot up against his cock, making him moan with effort to suppress a huge orgasm, and then her hand fell against Mulder, Jr. It was an innocent mistake; she had momentarily lost all control and just let it drop, but it was a costly one. With one tremendous thrust of his hips and a cry of "Sculllleeeeeee!!!!!!" Mulder fell over the edge into the biggest orgasm he had ever experienced in his life. He shuttered against her, and her arms came around him as she felt his soaked jeans against her bare stomach. Coming back, the first thing he said was, "Oops." Scully threw back her head, gasping with spasms of wild laughter. At first Mulder was hurt, but he had begun to see the humor in it all. Soon, they were both laughing hysterically. They laughed until their sides hurt, and though the moment was lost, Mulder couldn't remember Scully ever laughing this much. He liked her this way; her bare skin glowing and her lips drawn back in a grin. "Mulder," she stammered in between giggles. "We need to work on this a little." He smiled. Leaning over, he whispered in her ear; "We've got all the time in the world." She chuckled contentedly, and ran her hands through his chest hair. Her eyes never left his, and the smile that was reflected from one to the other was the best part. Mulder felt her heart beat against his as he drew her into his arms, and his own echoed the steady rhythm. "'L' is for the way you look at me," he cooed as he rocked her. "'O' is for the only one I see." Scully started in, "'V' is very very, extraordinary." All together now. "'E' is even more than anyone that you adore can love, is all that I can give to you. Love, is more than just a game for two. Two in love can make it, take my heart and please don't break it. Love was made for me and you." Scully smiled as she inhaled the unmistakable "Mulder- smell" that now emulated from both of them. Her heart swelled as she listened to his whispered promises, and her eyes began to water. Sniffling, she quickly wiped a renegade tear drop away, but Mulder had already noticed. He held her tighter, and she clung to him fiercely. "I love you, Fox Mulder." Georgetown Skating Rink Two Weeks Later, Wednesday "Hey guys! Dana, Fox, over here!" Samantha Frace laughed as she watched Dana and Fox look around in confusion. When Dana finally noticed her, Sam smiled and waved. "Hi!" "Hi Sam!" she called back. Her strokes were getting much stronger, Sam noticed. In the beginning Dana's confidence level on the ice had been at the bottom of Sam's confidence meter, but she had begun to improve very quickly, and now her forward and backward crossovers were almost perfect. Her stroking was excellent, and she had great speed.