From raquelm@support.ucla.edu Fri May 02 19:40:33 1997 Subject: EP> SR - Wanting (1/1) From: Raquel Montoya -------- Title: Wanting (1/1) Author: Agent Sculder Email: petrucm@gwis2.circ.gwu.edu Summary: Mulder and Scully examine their feelings for each other following a difficult case. Spoilers: Season 4 episode "Small Potatoes" Rating: PG-13 Category: S,R Key Words: Mulder/Scully romance, kiss, Eddie Van Blunht In their dark and musty office, Scully flashed back to the events of the Eddie Van Blunht case. She couldn't get that image out of her mind, no matter how hard she tried. Mulder, on her couch, relaxing, talking, sharing a bottle of wine with her. Then, leaning in for a kiss, a kiss she knew she had wanted. Her lips parted slightly, she drew in her breath, waiting to feel his soft lips on hers, his breath mingled with hers, his hands on her body, the scent of him surrounding her senses. Then there was a noise, a noise she'd never forget. The sound of the real Mulder crashing through her door, catching her and Van Blunht in a very compromising position. Now here they were again, back at the office, and she could barely meet his gaze. He hadn't said a word about it since their visit to the institution where Van Blunht was being held. God, how much had she wanted Mulder to kiss her! Even though he was her partner, in that moment all of the barriers that they had constructed to keep anything from happening between them, fell away. For four years she had held him at a distance, but that night she had wanted him close. She still did. That knowledge scared her half to death. Only now was she realizing that it wasn't that she had fallen for Van Blunht in Mulder's guise, she had fallen for Mulder. There was a part of her that always wanted him to show up unannounced, just to talk, and not about work either. It hadn't mattered that Van Blunht had presented her with the Mulder she had always hoped existed. One who was sensitive, laughed occasionally, and listened to her intently. She knew that in the end, it hadn't mattered. Just his presence in her house, on her couch, had been enough. If the 'real' Mulder had come to her home, and acted as he usually did, dour expression and all, her reaction would have been the same. She had internalized these feelings for years, and that night they had all spilled forth, albeit with the wrong man. Something was wrong. Ever since the Van Blunht debacle, or the Mighty Morphin' Mulder Man, as he privately thought of it, she could barely look at him. He watched as her luminous blue eyes darted throughout the office, taking everything in, except him. It had been more than a month since he had caught her with, well a man who for all intents and purposes was him. When he saw her with his face hovering over hers, her lips parted, just crying out to be kissed, he was hit with a rush of emotions. In that moment he was angry, scared, facinated, surprised, and God help him, incredibly jealous. How he yearned for that to be him, on her couch, his lips millimeters from hers. He was just beginning to realize how much he wanted that, wanted her. And time was running out for the both of them. For the first time since Samantha had been taken from him, he found himself praying again. It was so ironic, he always thought he'd pray for his sister's safe return, but instead he prayed for a cure for Scully's cancer. God, what would he do without her? When she had been taken from him and nearly died, he'd almost gone out of his mind. Now, the knowledge she was slowly dying was killing him as well. If she died, he would have nothing left except the memories. And the fact that even though his whole life had been about the search for the truth, Fox William Mulder had been unable to admit the truth to her and himself. That he was in love with Dana Katherine Scully, MD. The long silence between then was shattered when Mulder spoke to his partner, "Scully, look at me." Scully raised her head, not so much at the words, but at the tone of his voice. It was a command, but it was soft and low, yet had an unmistakable edge to it. "What's wrong, Scully? Ever since the Van Blunht case, you just haven't been yourself. I'm worried. Things just haven't been the same between us." "Mulder . . don't know what to say. I want, I wa . ." "What Scully?" he said in that annoyed tone he used occasionally with her when she refused to believe, "To talk? I hope so, I mean something is obviously wrong . . .I always thought you'd confide in me . . We're partners for God's sake . . ." Then she cut him off. "Shut up, Mulder, just shut up for two seconds. I have something to say to you. Please listen to me this once." There was a pregnant silence as Scully gathered the strength to say what she needed to say. It was so hard, his eyes were so soft and filled with concern. But she had to say something, this was the point of no return, "Mulder . .I want . . .I want you." She let the words sink in, waiting for his reaction. For a moment he looked puzzled, then he smiled. A smile that took Scully's breath away. Wordlessly, he walked toward her, his hazel eyes, dark and sparkling with passion were fixed on her. God, she thought she'd faint if he didn't take her in his arms. Almost immeadiatly, his mouth met hers, and the unspoken passion they felt for each other was finally expressed. The kisses came urgently until both were out of breath. For a while, they just looked into each other's eyes, nearly drowning in the sea of desire that they had created. "Scully?" "What, Mulder?" "What do you say we call it a day?" She just smiled back at him. THE END.