=========================================================================== ----- ARCHIVE NOTE ------ Kelli Rocherolle's Email address has CHANGED. To contact her, please use: kelli@edgenet.net =========================================================================== From: XMSU55A@prodigy.com (Kelli Rocherolle) Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative Subject: "Wire Tap" by Kelli Rocherolle Date: 2 Nov 1995 03:54:26 GMT Distractions, distractions. Just a very short little diversion... Hope you'll enjoy! Feel free to send any comments to XMSU55A@prodigy.com or KELLI176@delphi.com. *The following story is based on characters copyrighted by Ten *Thirteen Productions, created by The Man, Chris Carter, and who *are the property of the Fox network and are used without *permission. No infringement intended. ******************************************* Wire Tap Scully entered the office. "I got it." "Good." Mulder started to gather his things. "OK you get wired, I already requisitioned a van and some surveillance equipment. I'll meet you in the garage." "... Mulder..." He looked up. She was standing there holding the small device, examining the tangled wire with a befuddled expression. "Haven't you ever been wired before, Scully?" "Well it's not exactly standard equipment for X-Files cases." Mulder smiled and rose from his desk, approaching her. She smiled appreciatively back at him as she handed him the wire tap. "Thanks." He pulled one of the swivel chairs over from the desk and sat in front of her. "OK..." he said absent mindely as he examined her midsection, not quite sure where to begin. He started for her shirt, then hesitated. He pointed in the direction of her stomach. "You'll have to... um..." She raised her eyebrows at him, wondering what the problem was. "... lift that up." "Oh." She pulled her shirt from her slacks. Mulder reached over to the desk and grabbed the microphone, securing a small piece of tape around it. He attached the wire to the transmitter and rested it in his lap. He slipped the microphone up under her shirt, stalling just at the top of her stomach. After a second he pulled his hand back out. "Let's try it this way," he said, rising to a standing position. Once again his hand moved for her, and once again it stopped. He lowered his head slightly as he motioned at the top of her shirt. "You have to--" "Oh, right." She looked down and unfastened the top few buttons of her blouse, then pulled apart the collar slightly. Mulder took a step closer and took hold of the collar she held, pulling it open a bit further. His other hand brought up the taped mic. She glanced awkwardly at him as his hand approached. With any other agent this would have been beyond awkward. No doubt she would have had to endure some leering. But not with Mulder. His face was placid; he looked utterly professional, and she was grateful- - but... maybe, just a little disappointed. Mulder's ears started to ring and he saw that his hands were trembling slightly. Though he often tried to keep the realization down, there was no denying it at that moment: as he regarded the delicate curve of her skin as it disappeared under the fabric of her shirt, he was keenly aware of the fact that she was unmistakably, undeniably, one hundred-percent female. He silently reprimanded himself Scully studied his hand. It was warm and soft against her skin. And she loved every second of his touch. She suddenly found herself wondering what it would feel like if he slid his hands up her throat; to have him hold her face and feel his fingers lightly touching her cheek... She stopped these thoughts abruptly. . Mulder cleared his throat. "Here let's try it like this..." He moved to stand behind her, lifting up the back of her shirt and taping the transmitter to her lower back. His arms reached around her as he started to thread the wire up under her blouse. Mulder carefully maneuvered the wire up through the blouse, keeping his hand forward against it to avoid coming into contact with her front. He was successful-- for the most part. As he secured the mic several inches below her collarbone, his wrist lightly lay against the incredibly warm and supple flesh. He slipped the hand down to hover over her stomach. Scully could feel his breath falling gently against her ear as his hand hesitated just under her blouse. Feeling his arms loosely around her, she had to resist the overwhelming urge to lean back into his embrace. She turned her head slightly to the side; she could feel his breath at her temple. Mulder looked down over her face just in front of him. And as he did, he couldn't help but turn his face into her hair the slightest bit. It was soft as silk against his cheek and its delicate scent filled his lungs. He realized suddenly that he'd closed his eyes. Mulder withdrew his hand slowly. They lingered like that for just a second, then Scully took a step forward. She turned around to face him. They stared at each other. Scully was the first to break the silence. She inhaled deeply. "OK. Well. I'll meet you down at the van." She re-tucked her shirt. He nodded at her, then returned to his desk and pretended to busy himself with gathering some things. Scully looked at him for a moment before turning to leave. "Scully--" he started suddenly. She turned back around. He stared at her. "... never mind. Forget it." She hesitated, then turned and left. She closed the door behind her. she thought to herself as she headed down the hallway . The End.