From: Lisa Jaynes <scullystar@hotmail.com>
Date: Tue, 22 Jun 1999 07:59:31 PDT
Subject: MSR

By: Scullystar( formerly Mithrandir) I decided going by this was easier 
since I attach it to everything else (c:

Disclaimer: These characters are not mine and never will be mine (cries) 
They belong to the wonderful Chris Carter, and will always belong to 
him(cries). If I had a hold of them for just one day though....I'm telling 
ya'....

Rating: PG

Archive anywhere as long as my name stays attached (c:

Category: MSR...Like I would EVER post something else!


"Watching Her"
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	It's early in the morning and I do it. It's late in the day and I do it. 
When she talks I do it, when she's sitting I do it, when she is merely 
standing there, I do it. She doesn't know it, but I watch her all day. Even 
when I'm not watching her, I'm watching her. I used to think I did it out of 
boredom. That was at first. That was before I realized that I did it because 
of the beauty and gracefulness of her fluid movements. Everything she did 
was like a dance. The way she walked and spoke and ate and even the way she 
typed on her computer keyboard. I was mesmerised by the perfection and the 
manner in which she did everything. Like it was planned out the night 
before...rehearsed...gone over time and again until it was perfect.

	I watch my partner of  7 years and think about how I used to tell myself 
that I could never fall for her. How she wasn't my type, how we'd never work 
out, how we'd fight and argue and that she could never love me as I do her. 
And now, though my feelings remain a deep secret, I admitted a long time ago 
that she was exactly what I'd been looking for for years and years all 
wrapped up for me. Placed right in front of my nose for the longest time. 
And her name is Dana Katherine Scully.

	I never knew that such a small woman could prove to be such a strong soul. 
She is a fighter and she is passionate about everything she puts her mind 
to. She is beauty and grace and she is fire and ice. For me she holds Power 
and Love and Trust. She is sensual and I lust after her mind as much as I do 
her body. For you cannot possibly have one and not the other where Dana 
Scully is concerned. Without her impeccable mind, her body, as sexual and 
beautiful as it is, would be an empty shell, and without her body, her mind 
would have no way of expressing what she yearns to each day. The passion of 
each combines into to one true form, and that is what I have fallen in love 
with.

	I watch her now as she is reading something hidden from me on the computer 
screen in front of her. A faint frown pulls down on her full perfect mouth 
and yet I revel in the radiance she gives off. I always knew there was an 
attraction between us. I knew it from the first day she walked into my 
office and shook my hand. I knew there would always be one and it has proved 
true. Tension often fills the room and I wonder what would ever happen if 
we, by some turn of events, ever got our chance again what we would do...I 
always find myself thinking that she could never love me truley. Not the way 
I love her, but then there are those days when I look into the pools of her 
bright blue eyes and see the love and passion and trust that she has, and it 
burns my soul, makes its mark there, never to be forgotten.

	I have never considered myself a poet, yet where Dana Scully is concerned, 
I find myself often rambling as I am now. Spewing words of love and passion 
onto pages upon pages of journal paper kept well-hidden at home under my 
bed.

	Most of the time I fear her looking up and catching me watching her, yet 
the fear urges me to do it. And I crave it. I wake up every morning and 
can't wait to get to work just so I can see her face. She is fatally 
beautiful and I cannot contain the sigh that will often slip from my lips as 
I look upon her face, trying to reach into her brilliant mind and read what 
she's thinking. So far, I have been lucky...she does not know that I stare, 
that I gaze whenever I get the chance. I look like I am deeply engrossed in 
every little thing I do. I make it look that way to anyone else who might 
happen to be looking. I hide what I'm doing very well.

	Her eyes meet mine suddenly, Brilliant blue meeting green, and I'm frozen. 
I've been caught! She's seen me! I could look away now and act as if 
nothing's happened. I could turn my head down or go look for something in 
the file cabinets in the other room. I could do all these things, but I 
remain locked in her gaze as if she's hypnotized me with a glance. I shudder 
involuntarily from the intensity of our stare and watch her as she rises 
slowley out of her seat and makes her way over to my desk.

	Perched on the edge of my desk, she crosses her arms in front of her chest 
and a small smile slowley touches her lips.

" You've been staring at me all morning, Mulder...is everything alright?"
What can I say? I shake my head and make a face.
" I'm tired, that's all," I lie to her, but I know she can see right through 
me.
" Ok, what's the real reason?" she asks gently.
I studder over my excuses and don't look her in the eye once. I never 
thought I would ever act like this around her. Of course I never thought I 
would get caught either. I was so careful, so discrete. Well, at least  I 
thought I was.

	I feel Scully take my hand. Her skin is soft and smooth and her fingers 
lace through mine. She squeezes my hand gently.

" If there's anything you need to tell me, Mulder...something about the 
case? Something that's been bothering you? I'm here if you want to talk 
about it."

	I should have shot myself. I should have hung myself for the next words 
that fell from my lips, yet I could not stop them from falling. Even as I 
was saying them, I wanted to stop, but I couldn't. I was too late by 
then...they were already halfway out and there was nothing I could have done 
about it.
" I want to kiss you, Scully."
She looked at me for a second, not quite sure if I was actually kidding with 
her or not. I couldn't help thinking about it. As I watched her full pouty 
lips move as she spoke to me so softly, the idea sprung into my head to kiss 
her and I couldn't help but voice my desire.
" Mulder...?"
But that was all she said. Questioning me in her own way, she knew that I 
was serious by the look on my face and I watched her expression go from that 
of confusion to one of want, and love.
" We shouldn't." she said, her voice low and quiet, but the desire was 
there. I could see it as she looked me in the eyes.
" But you want to, Scully," I stated simply, " let me kiss you, Scully. Just 
once...to see what we missed out in the hall."
She looked down, away from me and closed her eyes. "If you kiss me, I'm not 
sure I can promise you I'll let it be just once, Mulder."
I stood up in front of her and moved close, her breathe caressing my cheek, 
sweet and soft.
" I don't think I want you to promise me that, Scully. I don't think you 
want to promise me that either."
Scully looked straight into my eyes and I sought her soft mouth, my tongue 
carressing her lips, teeth nipping. I heard her gasp, felt her press into 
me, her soft warm body yeilding itself to me. Her hands ran over every inch 
of me, whatever she could reach and touch and carress with gently nimble 
doctor's fingers. And I touch her back, gripping her arms, her waist, 
running over her breasts, her backside, my hand finding it's way home at the 
small of her back. In my confusion, I whispered " I love you" into her ear.
Suddenly she pulled back, the look in her eyes frightened.
" Do you mean that?"  She was dead serious. I pulled her back against me and 
smiled at her.
" Of course I do. I love you, Scully. I've loved you for a very long time."
" I love you too."she says happily.
Dana Scully kisses me hard and I kiss her right back, our hands resuming 
their exploration of eachother's bodies. By the time we were done with 
eachother, we had managed to make love twice on my desk, my work compleatley 
ruined, crumpled, and un-readable.
I don't care though. I let her go out of my arms after holding her for a 
while, and I watch her as she gets dressed. I tilt my head and smile at her 
as she hands me my things. She kisses me lightly on the mouth and looks at 
me.
"What are you doing just standing there, Mulder?"
I grin at her and shake my head.
" Nothing...just watching you."

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