From: Denise Morgen Date: Tue, 05 Oct 1999 23:18:23 -0700 Subject: NEW: Wrong Verse TITLE: Wrong Verse AUTHOR: Denise Morgen EMAIL: meadora@hotmail.com CATEGORY: V, A, MSR RATING: R for language and implied sexual relations SUMMARY: Mulder makes the right move for the wrong reasons. SPOILERS: Milagro, One Father/Two Sons, Arcadia (i.e. season six in general before The Unnatural) ARCHIVE: Anywhere, just drop me a line so I can visit. FEEDBACK: The quick and easy way to have a shrine erected in your honor. DISCLAIMER: The characters of Mulder, Scully and Diana are not mine. They are the property of Fox, 1013 productions and Chris Carter. No profit is being made and no infringement is intended. AUTHOR'S NOTE: There will be a sequel to this in Scully's POV if I have anything to say about it (which, oh surprise, I do!). Anyone out there for blatant SMUT in the next one? Send me feedback, or it'll probably end up fluff instead... Visit my fanfiction, it gets lonely! http://DennysX.cjb.net Wrong Verse by Denise Morgen I never would've believed it, not in a million years. If you'd told me when I woke up this morning I would end the day in Dana Scully's arms I would've laughed in your face and then written you out a prescription for Thorazine to combat your obviously delusional state. But... But here I am, curled around her like she's my own personal teddy bear, warm and ensconced in her bed and her arms. Fuck. What am I going to do? I didn't mean for this to happen, I was trying to scare her off. After the mess with that asshole Padgett I'd been forced to come to terms with some very disturbing realizations. The foremost of those being that I'm hopelessly in love with Special Agent Dana Scully. Okay, so that REALLY wasn't much of a revelation, I've known it for a long time. Hell, I even told her once, even if she thought I was high at the time. And I was actually, but it wasn't the Demerol as much as the euphoria from our pseudo-kiss that she wouldn't have believed me about if I told her. But the realization that was shocker was the thought that Scully might just be in love with me that kicked my ass. Actually, I almost fell on my naked ass in the middle of a shower when if first occurred to me. Looking back on my behavior these past few months, I realized being an asshole to her simply wouldn't cut it. Scully has seen my asshole side, hell let's just face it; I've been an unmitigated bastard pretty much all of this year and she hasn't left yet. If being a jerk worked, she would've told me to pound sand after that fiasco at the Gunmen's. My little reverie was broken by the brisk efficient sound of Scully's morning entrance. Glancing up the paperwork I'd supposedly been studying I watched her settle down at her desk with her morning rituals when suddenly it hit me: she was wearing The Suit. Yep, that's how I think of it, capitals and all. The Suit. A sleek black Donna Karan that only barely pretends to adhere to dress code with a satiny red shell peaking out underneath, drawing the eyes to the shadowy well of her cleavage. While trying not to blatantly stare at my partner's breasts suddenly it hit me: the perfect way to rattle her enough to make her go! The only time in the last year when she seemed seriously perturbed with me was that case in Arcadia! She barely managed to hide the flinch when I touched her, even though it endangered our cover! And Scully's too much a professional to allow something little like that to get in the way of her job, so it must've really bothered her! All I'd have to do is be even more um, intrusive than I normally was. Scully barely tolerates my regular constant forays into her personal space, let's see how she handles something me being more serious than leeringly playful in my flirtations. I couldn't have picked a better day to put my little plan into action. If I believed in god I would've thought that he approved of my strategy because Skinner called early on to demand that we turn in all of our delinquent reimbursement forms for the cases we've been on since recovering the X-Files. Did I mention we haven't DONE any reimbursement forms since we got back the X-Files? Needless to say, it was going to be a long day. I had no idea how long...staying glued to Scully's very curvaceous side had uh, shall we say aggravated an existing condition. My only consolation was that it appeared to be affecting her as much as it was me. She even called me on my hovering with a sarcastic jab and a raised eyebrow but I derailed the argument quickly with the timely suggestion on dinner and a change of location. She seemed a little wary but agreed quickly enough when I offered to let her choose our dinner fare. I know what you're thinking; not exactly the best plan in the world, huh? And you know it never even occurred to me, not even in passing, that she might take me up on it...some psychologist I am. Especially coming as it did on the tail of the 'Scully is in love with me' thought. Maybe I should start carrying a rock around in my pocket in lieu of an id card... So here we are, lounging on her couch after a dinner of Japanese takeout, practically surrounded by a sea of delinquent reimbursement forms. The warm sake and yakitori are a potent combination that leave me sated and drowsy so I loll happily on the couch as Scully fusses with the mound of papers on her side of the couch. I'm a little unclear on what exactly happened next but I think she asked me for a file. I must not have answered satisfactorily because the first thing I was aware of after dragging open my bleary eyes was the entrancing sight of Scully rising over me to reach the file on the back of the couch behind me. I didn't even fight the temptation; I just slid my hand up her neck, cupped my hand around her skull and brought her down to me. She stiffened momentarily in my embrace and I was certain that I'd succeeded. That is, until she moved to straddle my legs and pull me closer... Damn. I was lost. From the first sweet taste of her lips I knew it was all over, I didn't even have the strength of will to consider resisting. I'm surprised we made it to the bed we were so desperate for each other. And if I know my Scully, the first thing she'll do in the morning is clean up the clothes we left lying like a trail of bread crumbs in our haste to get to more comfortable surroundings. Hmmm...my Scully...oh god, it's too late-I'm gonna get her killed because now I can't let her go... To be continued...