From: ephemeral@ephemeralfic.org
Date: Sun, 14 May 2000 21:57:57 -0500
Subject: NEW - \"Why haven\'t we done this before?\"  (post-all things) by Randi
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Title:  "Why haven't we done this before?"

Author:  Randi

E-mail:  danasdds@yahoo.com

Rating:  Imagine more than that!
 
Spoilers:  Up to All Things

Disclaimer: They are not mine, they are 1013's creation, I just 
borrowed them. 

Summary: A couch, a man, and a woman.  Enjoy it!   Feedback
will be greatly appreciated.

To Amber and my magician!


"Why haven't we done this before?"
by Randi


As I turn the lights off, I keep an eye on her.  The only light now
comes from the aquarium and the window.  She is profoundly
asleep.  I watch her chest rise rhythmically as my apartment is
flooded with her soft sounds.  

I have seen her sleeping before in a thousand of rented cars all
over this country.  Her expression changes so radical that makes
her look younger and unguarded, as if an imaginary magical
wand touches her delicate face and take away every single
wound she has received in the past seven years because of me.

Scully snores.  I know that for sure.  She snores very quietly as
if the air on her lungs is trying to take the pain out of her chest. 
A pain that she keeps inside of her walls because of me.

I can spend the rest of my life here, in my apartment, enjoying
the view in front of me.  My beautiful partner is sleeping in my
couch.  Every single minute of my dear life is inspired by this
woman.  I don't know where I will be right now if it wasn't for
her.  

She turns her head toward her right shoulder.  I know pretty
well the first thing she will do as soon as she wakes up:  she will
kill me for letting her sleep in that uncomfortable position.  I
move to the couch, but it is too late.  She is trying to open her
eyes.

"What time it is?"

"Late enough for you to be sleeping in a more comfortable
place, Scully.  I was just going to wake you up and move you to
my bed."

"No.  I'm fine."

No, she isn't.  I think she is still asleep, but she is trying to
convince herself that she is not.

"Mulder, what time it is?"

"Almost three."

"Jesus!"

She tries to move forward, but her body doesn't respond to the
commands of her brain.  She tries once again.  I am finally in
front of her and I bend my body toward her.

"Scully.  It's late.  C'mon, I let you use my bed for this night
only, okay?"

"Mulder..."

With her eyes closed, she tries one more time, but she stops
when she realizes that I am in front of her.  I am in heaven.  She
rests her head over my shoulder.

"You are tired."

She moves her head toward me and her voice comes out of her
mouth as a soft whisper.

"I am."

Her hot breath warms my ears and my soul.  I turn my head a
little bit more to see her face.

"Why don't you go to my bedroom and...?"

She whispers again.  She looks right to my eyes and she closes
her eyes as she speaks again.

"My instincts tell me to go back to my apartment."

Her breath is hot, is warm, is obsessively sensual over my cheek.

"Your instincts?"

As I finish, I move closer to her.  

"Yes.  My instincts."

She moves closer to me and rests her forehead against mine. 
Her breath is hot over my lips.

"Since when you follow your instincts, Scully?"

Wrong question, Fox Mulder.  This is your partner you are
dealing with and if she is alert, she won't forget this one, but she
reacted in a way I didn't expect.  Her breath becomes heavier
and more rhythmical. 

"Mulder...  I am tired.  I can barely move my body, but I need
a shower."

"Well, you take a shower, you go directly to my bed and your
tired body will have the opportunity to rest in peace, Scully."

Now I am the one whispering my words to her ears and her
body shifts a little bit.

"Uh?"

"Unless you want to stay in the couch, but tomorrow your body
will tell another story, Scully."

Is it my heart beating faster or the sound of the pump of the
aquarium?

"My rational thinking tells me that I should go home.  If I take
a shower here, Mulder, I now what will happen."

Her cold nose is playing now with my big, fat nose.  Is she
aware of what she is doing?

"Rational thinking?"

"Yes.  Rational thinking.  I need a shower.  I was in the hospital
today, Mulder.  I don't want to go back to sleep without a
shower, but this is dangerous."

"Dangerous."  Now is my opportunity to tease her a little.

"My rational thinking tells me to stay away from dangerous
situations.  My irrational thinking tells me to confront them."

"Oh, I see.  Irrational thinking."

Is that her heart beat or what?

"My irrational thinking wants me to stay here, Mulder."

"Uh?"

"Why haven't we done this before?"

"Done what?"

Okay, I think she is right.  This is dangerous.

"This.  I heard when you said that it was late and this says a lot,
lot, lot about us."

I am a dead man.  She heard me.  I can't deny what I said.

"Did I say that?  In your dreams, Scully."

She moves her mouth to my ear and whisper something that I
can't understand.  I don't know why.  Could it be her hot breath
all over my ear that makes me feel like a stupid teenager on his
first date with an experienced woman?  C'mon.  This is Scully.

"Uh?"

"I asked you why we haven't make love before.  Both of us
want it."

"Err, Scully, it's late and you need to sleep."

"Coward."

Coward.  She is right.  Her hot, little tongue is all over my ear. 
Or am I just imagining that?

"If, Mulder, if I move from this couch I can do one of two
things.  I go directly to my apartment, take a shower and go to
my bed.  Or, to hell with the shower, I stay here and we do it."

Yes.  I am a coward.  But this coward's partner is rationalizing
at this late hour what she wants to do and while she does that
she is placing butterfly kisses all over my ear.  

"Mulder?"

What in hell this woman is doing?  She placed her cold, little
nose inside my ear.   The sound of my name coming from her
mouth through my abducted ear ends in my soul.  Her heart is
beating faster.  Or is that my heart?  Her body is against my
body.  I can't distinguish which heart is beating faster.  Her
breathing is heavier and hotter, and inside my ear.

"Uh?"

She places her red, hot lips on my lower lips.  She opens her
eyes.  This is not my partner.  This is not my touchstone.  This
is a woman who wants to be loved.  She places butterfly kisses
on my lips, on my cheeks, over my nose, on the corner of my
eyes, and returns to my lips with a passionate, intense kiss.  I
surrender myself and open my mouth to let her warm tongue
taste my breath.  She is the one that breaks the kiss first.

"Mulder...  We have to be at Skinner's office by eight.  If both
of us want to do this, we don't have enough time."
"Why don't we call in sick?"

"Both of us?"  

I love her smile, specially when she tries to hide it.  Okay,
specially when she tries to hide it and opens her mouth to kiss
me again, this time with more passion than the first time.

"Well, Scully, let's not wait our time."

With that she starts pulling of my belt while I try to pull her skirt
down and then her pantyhose.

"Scully..."

"Um..."

"Let's move this to the bedroom."

"Nope."  She kisses me hard and stops whatever rational thing
I was trying to say.  "Here."  Another wild kiss like this one and
I won't last longer.  "Now."

"In the couch?"

"In the couch.  Make me feel that I am alive."

Now that her jacket and top are gone, I am working with this
miracle bra of her.  She is perfect.  I kiss her mouth, her neck,
and move quickly down to her breasts.  After paying the
attention they deserve, I move slowly lower and lower to where
I have wanted to be for years.

She is fragile, small, delicate, beautiful.  She is a woman.  I am
afraid to touch her, but I want to drink of her nectar.  She is
mine.  She let her woman's instincts ignite the passion she has
inside.  I can't believe she has surrendered as easily as this.  She
is my prisoner.  She is wild, fury, intense, strong, she knows
what she wants.  I am in heaven.   She explodes like the
strongest of volcanoes and her intense fire provokes my own
explosion.  I can live forever submerged in this dance of waves 
after waves.  Sweat.  Heat.  Women's aroma.  I can be her slave
for the rest of my life.  

The couch, against the wall, until we finally ended in my bed.

"Mulder..."

"Uh?"

"I got to go."

"C'mon, Scully, let's call on sick."

"Mulder, I think we agreed already what we were going to do
today."

"Okay, I am your slave, Scully."  She kisses me hard and gets
out of the bed.

"I will take a quick shower, Mulder, I will go to my apartment
to change to clean clothes, and I see you at the office, okay?"

"Yep."

She turns around again, her porcelain, full naked body in front
of me.

"Seven.  My place. ...and Mulder, bring wine."


After the shower, I return to his room looking for our clothes,
but I remember that we left them in the floor in front of the
couch.  I look at him.  He is sleeping like a baby.  A smile in his
face that I will never forget.  We made love last night.  I'm sure
he wasn't expecting this, but it finally happened.  Thank God it's
Friday and we have the whole weekend for the two of us at my
place.  

Before I leave, I turn to mute all the phones in his apartment and
I leave a note under his cell phone.

"Don't forget the wine."


FIN

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