From: "Flower1235" <Flower1235@yahoo.com>
To: <XFilesNC17ff@yahoogroups.com>
Date: Friday, April 12, 2002 12:27 PM

Rating: R

Category: MSR, April's True Blue Challange 

Summary: Scully and Mulder are finally open with one another

Spoilers: I guess up to season 6? (I don't really
liked what has happened in the last 3 seasons, so I
decided to pretend they never occured.)

Archive: Ask me first so I know where it's going... 

Disclaimer:They all belong to Chris Carter and his
amazing imagination...not to me. 
 
 

Easier

There were days that were easier for Scully than
others.  She glanced up at her partner.  Her
undeniably handsome partner.  She couldn't help but
glare at him a little bit.  Why was she stuck with a
man who never saw her as a woman, but as an equal? 
Scully let her eyes go back to her keyboard.  Of
course he treated her as an equal, that's what she
wanted.  That's how he thought of her, that's what
made him so damn sexy.  There were times when Scully
just wanted to walk up to him and hug him.  That's it
just hug.  Well, certainly she has dreamed of doing
more than just hugging him, but a real hug.  A hug
that makes all hugs pa;e in comparison.  The feel of his strong and 
warm arms around her would be amazing.  A hug in which she could feel
his love for her radiate to her.  
	She knew that he loved her.  And she knew that he
knew she loved him.  But he didn't love her in any
romantic till death do us part way.  His way was
purely platonic.  He could get any woman he wanted.  A
woman just has to look at him and they would start
salivating and following him around.  Lord knows
that's what she's done for the past six years.  
	Scully remembered the day that she first met him. 
The first time she laid eyes on him, her breath was
taken away.  He looked so determined, so intelligent,
quirky…sexy.  So Mulder.  She felt so awkward.  She
wasn't used to wearing business suits yet, and now
they were like a second skin to her.  She had to
concentrate so hard to keep her self from showing him
how she was attracted to him, how he affected her.  He
just looked at her that day as if she were a mere mosquito.
Then, on their first case together when he touched her to examine
those mosquito bites?  Once the initial fear was gone,
and she realized she was standing there in front of
the most attractive man she has ever met in her
underwear, she could just imagine how flushed she got.
 Not only was she embarrassed over the fact that she
was worried about mosquito bites, but the fact that
she was standing more naked in front of a man than she
had been in a long, long time.  That was six years
ago.  
	Scully glanced over at her partner once again.  He
was busily typing something.  He was concentrating
damn hard too.  His glasses were on, his stare
penetrating the screen.  Suddenly he started to smile.
 It started out small, just the corners creeping. 
Scully felt herself flush, thinking that she was
caught staring at him.  Then he started chuckling,
until his small grin turned into a huge bona-fide
smile.  
	"What's so funny Mulder?" Scully asked making sure
her voice had an edge of annoyance to it.  
	"Oh just some person I'm talking to on the computer."
 Scully felt a pang of envy for whoever cause Mulder
to smile like that.  She barely ever got him to smile
like that, it was one of her many goals.  He glanced
over at Scully, who in turn raised an eyebrow.  He
leaned in towards her raising his eyebrows, and his
hazel eyes twinkling with mischief.  He even had the
adorable lop sided grin on his face.  "An amazingly
intelligent, and attractive person Scully."  He let
his voice drop down a notch, causing it to sound
husky.  
	Scully felt her self swallow.  Her mouth became dry. 
Jealousy was starting to make pinpricks in her
stomach, causing her breath to become more shallow and
difficult.  She managed to give him one of her bored,
just come out with it looks.  "Frohike." He stated. 
It took Scully a slight moment before a small-amused
smile started to form on her face beyond her control. 

Mulder was aiming for a bigger reaction; laughter was
his main goal.  Well.  He finally got a chuckle.  She
was sitting demurely at her desk.  Her was face void
of any emotion.  Frohike was teasing him about Scully.
 Again.  Asking what she was wearing, if he ever
thought about how she tasted…if it wasn't Frohike and
his gnome-like ways he would have punched him long
ago.  Frohike didn't mean anything by them.  He and
the rest of the lone gunmen were his only friends,
besides Scully.  They knew nearly everything about
him.  Even his feelings for his partner.  
Mulder was defiantly closest to Frohike out of all the
lone gunmen.  He and Frohike both noticed Scully for
what she was, an amazingly attractive woman with
superior intellect.  Their special link started then. 
Well after their first 1989 meeting.  
Frohike once even called Mulder in the wee hours of
the morning for comfort after a nightmare.  It had
something to do with the government finding their
computers and crashing everything.  Mulder then
supposed that he was one of Frohike's best
friends…although he and Langley defiantly had a
connection with their twisted sense of humor that
Mulder and Frohike could never have.  Mulder sighed. 
Who was he kidding; he was no one's best friend.  But
Scully was his best friend.  There was no doubt about
that.  She had some of the best facial expressions. 
She could look so great being annoyed, pissed
off…shocked.  Her shocked face was priceless.  She
would fight the looks with all her might, trying to
look bored.  It barely ever worked.  Especially the
one time he had a huge cardboard figure of her sitting
at her desk for an April fool's joke.  It was a lame
joke, but it made her laugh—as he knew it would do. 
He also knew she hated being the butt of jokes, and
also hated being made a fool out of.  But her facial
expression right before she started laughing…and it
was a nice laugh.  One that made her seem much
younger, much more innocent.  He chuckled to himself. 
What a lame ass joke.  
"Now what did he say Mulder?" Scully asked with out
looking up from her computer.  
"Oh nothing, I was just reminiscing." 
Scully raised an amused eyebrow.  "What about?" She
stopped her typing and looked over at him.  Any excuse
to look at her partner with nothing else to distract
her.  
"Just April Fool's day last year."  
Scully smirked with a roll of her eyes.  It was the
dumbest joke in history, yet she loved it.  It was
so…stupid.  Yet, at the same time it was endearing. 
"Still proud of that one?" She asked getting back to
her work.  Mulder's grunt was her only reply.  

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The Next Day:

Scully felt old in her suit.  She glanced at the
fabric.  Dark.  She was always wearing dark colors. 
Colors like Navy and Black.  Black was great for
evening dresses, sexy, elegant chic…but for suits? 
Blah.  Same with navy.  Very boring.  Earlier in her
career she tried making her wardrobe more colorful for
work. She knew it ended up making her look
unprofessional, not to mention foolish.  She opted for
darker colors when she realized it looked better in
general.  Damn Mulder and his Armani suits.  They look
amazing on him.  They emphasize everything good about
him.  His suits make him look masculine,
manly…wonderful.  Her suits made her feel dumpy and
sexless.  A knock came from the door.  Mulder told
whomever it was to come in.
	"I have a delivery for this young woman right here."
Said an overtly cheerful young blonde man.  In his
arms was a beautiful bouquet of flowers.  Pink, Red
and cream colored roses.  Mulder's heart began to
pound.  Who would give her flowers?  Why? Well, he
knew why…but how come?  He glanced over at Scully and
saw the unhidden surprise in her eyes, and the breath
catch in her throat.  She glanced at him in question;
he raised his eyebrows with a shake of the head.  He
wished he were the one to have given her the roses. 
She got up to receive the gift.  Mulder's breath
became shallow when he saw her smell the roses.  The
red ones complimented her lips.  He saw a petal graze
her lower lip.  He let his gaze fall to his dirty
keyboard.  
	"If you'll just sign here Mrs. Thompson." He handed
Scully the pen.  
Mulder glanced up sharply; he saw the look of
disappointment wash over Scully's face.  Then she
straitened her shoulders and gave the deliveryman one
of her rare smiles.  
"I'm sorry, you have the wrong person." She said
sweetly.  She said it as if she didn't care.  As
though she had plenty of roses to choose from at home.
 In her apartment.  Mulder knew better though.  She
was devastated, not to mention humiliated.  He didn't
know what to say.
	"Bummer Scully." 
	Scully glanced up at Mulder sharply.  She couldn't
quite place the emotions she was feeling.  She so
wanted those roses to be from Mulder.  She couldn't
believe her stupidity.  Her hopes were making her
think that Mulder would think about her enough to do
that…or care enough to spend that much money on her!
Mrs. Thompson…Mrs. Mulder.  Scully sat back down in
her chair.  Today was not one of the easier days for
her.  In fact, every day was getting worse and worse,
it was like every since she met Mulder.  Fox Mulder.  

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Friday of that week:

"Gotta buy me a ticket to an aero-plane, ain't got
time to take the fast train…" Mulder sang under his
breath.  "Lonely days are gone, I'm a-going home…"
 	Scully looked over at her partner sitting next to
her on the plane.  They were heading over to Arizona
for a convention of some sort.  "Who wrote you a
letter Mulder?" Scully asked deadpanned.  She knew it
was a bad joke.  But it was something.  Something that
would make him say something her way.  
	"You." He teased.  Ah, another infamous Scully look. 
This one was a `you're an idiot look' that would
involve her in just looking at him, yet he knew she
was saying that to herself in her mind.  
They were landing.  Scully swallowed several times so
her ears wouldn't pop.  It didn't work.  She heard an
echo of everything the whole way to their motel. 
Scully stayed in the car while Mulder worked out the
rooms.  She let her head fall back against the
headrest and closed her eyes.  They opened quickly
when she heard the driver's door open and Mulder slide
into his seat.  She looked over at him.  He stared
through the windshield. 
"What is it Mulder?"
"They have only one room." He took a deep breath and
placed a hand on the steering wheel.  "They'll bring a
cot in."
"You took it." Scully said.  She glanced over at
Mulder, who in turn glanced at her.  She saw the dark
circles under his eyes, the way his eyes were somewhat
dull, and how even his hair looked exhausted.  Even
then, he looked amazing.  He was silently pleading
with her to not argue.  She gave a small nod. 
"Alright Mulder.  Where to?" He flashed her a small
grin, and a twinkle came back to his eye.  

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Scully sat on the edge of the bed after she put her
clothes away.  Mulder just finished rolling the cot in
and unfolding it.  He sat down on it and lied down on
his back, staring at the ceiling.  He heard Scully
turn on the TV with a click of the remote, and then
the continuous click of her changing the channel. 
Suddenly he heard her giggle.  His Scully, giggle.  He
smiled at his thought; he's getting mighty possessive
of her.  She never giggled.  "What's so funny Scully?"
He propped himself on his elbows and looked over at
her.  
"Oh nothing.  Just look what's on! Disney!" She said
with a chuckle.  He looked over at her perched on the
end of the bed still in her navy pantsuit and her red
hair combed perfectly.  
Mulder walked over and sat next to her on her bed,
relishing in the warmth that was passing through the
few inches between their bodies.  He looked up at the
screen.  "It's Ariel." 
Scully nodded slowly.  "Yes, Disney's Little Mermaid."
She grinned at him, a rare grin.  "It's my favorite
Disney movie." She replied.  Almost as though she
sensed he was losing respect for her, she stood up and
tossed down the remote.  "Pick your show." She raised
an eyebrow at him.  "Remember you're in mixed
company."
Mulder grinned; she said that in her Scully lisp.  He
loved her lisp; it made everything she said more husky
and sexy. "Scully, I just never thought of you as a
huge Disney girl." He shrugged.  "She's a mermaid,
it's hot." He replied with a gleam in his eye.
Scully let out her signature chuckle, which was more
of a half-hearted snort.  Either way, it appealed to
Mulder, whose smile grew broader.  "Right Mulder." 
She sat down next to him.  It was the end of the
movie.  King Triton just turned Ariel to a human, and
Eric was hugging her in her sparkling dress.  
Scully sighed.  "What's wrong?" Mulder asked with a
bemused look.
"I love that dress." She smiled to her self.  "After I
saw that movie with one of the girls I was babysitting
in college, I wished that the dress was around for my
high school prom." Her words were nearly whispered;
she was just gazing at the screen.  
"Wow Scully.  I never would think it was in you."  
Scully nodded.  He wouldn't.  To him, she was just his
partner.  Someone to chase aliens and slimy things. 
She was only around to chase the bad guys.  She then
shrugged, breaking the spell.  "It would probably make
me look dumpy." She muttered.  She was short and
petite she was completely aware of that.  She was
reminded of that every time she looked up at her
partner and whenever someone had to help her put her
luggage on the overhead.  She was anything but long
looking.  Petite girls just aren't sexy, she thought
to herself.  "I'm going to take a shower." 
She left Mulder with his mouth slightly open; the
smile wasn't quite off his face.  Scully thought she
could look dumpy?  He glanced over at her; she took
off her navy blazer and hung it over a chair.  She was
wearing a white crew neck tee shirt.  It showed off
her hourglass figure.  Her solid, strong, feminine
hourglass figure.  She had the figure that made the
onlooker know for a fact, that her skin was smooth and
creamy.  Mulder just wanted to lick her stomach.  For
some reason, that part of her body really got to him. 
It was so strong looking, so womanly, so Scully.  He
figured she would taste like vanilla…salty vanilla.  
Mulder took Scully in the shower as an opportunity to
change into his black boxers and heather gray tee
shirt.  He knocked softly on the bathroom door.  "What
is it Mulder?" He heard Scully ask from the spray of
water.
"Where is the case file?"
"My suitcase…it should be in the front pocket." She
responded.  Mulder then went back to the room and
found her suitcase.  He fought the images of Scully in
a shower from his head.  He would not think of her
like that.  Especially when she was in the room.  When
he was alone…he always felt guilty afterwards. 
Fantasizing about her, she was too good for that.  She
was in a class of her own.  She didn't belong in his
sick mind, screaming his name in ecstasy.  He rummaged
through the front pocket, and looked in puzzlement as
he found a rosary.  What a rosary was doing in her
suitcase was beyond him, but he placed it back and
found the case files.  
He sat down on his cot, not wanting to invade her
space anymore than he teasingly usually did.  He
placed the papers in front of him just staring at them
blankly.  He glanced out the window, despite the fact
that he knew that he wouldn't be able to see the
scenery due to the darkness of the night.  It was warm
in Arizona, even now in the winter.  He thought back
to the days when he was a teenager and he would go
stargazing and look up and see endless of
possibilities.  He knew that stars were more visible
when it was cold, so doing it in the late fall was his
favorite time.  It wouldn't be too cold so he couldn't
stand the frigidness, but it was cold enough the stars
would be twinkling down at him clearly.  Allowing his
imagination to fly away with him.  Maybe his sister
was smiling down at him from one of those stars.  He
shook his head and focused on the actual papers.
"What was that shaking of the head for Mulder?' Scully
asked.  He looked up and saw Scully in a white v-neck
tee shirt and striped cotton boxers.  She was drying
her hair with a dark green terry cloth towel.  
"Oh nothing." He paused and glanced up at Scully again
with a smile.  She raised her eyebrow at him.  He
loved it when she did that.  "Want to go stargazing?" 
He asked hopefully.  
Scully couldn't help but give him a classic Scully
look.  She had no idea how much that infuriated him,
and how much it turned him on.  She then looked into
his eyes.  His eyes spoke so much more than his actual
mouth did.  And his mouth could spit out a lot of
words.  She gave him a half smile.  "Sure." 
She then went to the bathroom to comb her hair and to
put some makeup on.  When she was finished with the
make up her skin looked smooth and natural.  She
smirked at herself.  She was a hopeless romantic when
it came to her undeniably sexy partner.  She put on
her sandals and went outside with him.  They sat down
on a grassy slope right next to the hotel.  Mulder let
himself relax against the grass.  Scully sat with her
legs outstretched in front of her, her arms supporting
her.  Mulder silently chuckled at her then grabbed her
and hauled her against his chest.  
"You'll get less of a neck cramp this way."
Scully relished the feeling of Mulder's hard chest,
the soft thudding of his heart and how his warmth made
his hardness soft…and safe.  She glanced up at the
stars, then let her eyes fall shut, to let her other
senses drink in the feeling of being somewhat held by
Mulder.  Fox Mulder.  How the name Fox fit him.  Foxy
man.  A smile lingered over Scully's mouth.  She
wished he would let her call him Fox.  The name was
ridiculous…until you saw him.  Then it fit.  And to be
the one who can call him that with out him feeling out
of place or embarrassed about it.  How she wished he
would call her Dana.  Mulder's fingers were tracing
lazy circles on her arm.  Scully fought against the
butterflies in her stomach, willing for them to calm
down and to relax with the rest of her body.
"Did you know there were cases of people reaching a
climax with out any human touch?" 
Scully's eyes opened.  "Mulder, what are you talking
about?"
"Sexual climaxes…orgasms…ever had one?" 
Scully raised an eyebrow that he could nearly feel. 
He was getting mighty personal.  "Yes Mulder, I know
what you're talking about.  And yes I have.  And Yes,
I've heard of it."  It's all hormone's, she thought to
herself.
"I mean to think, that just a breath can get someone
to…do that." He whispered out. 
Why on earth was he talking about this?  Scully
wondered.  "I'd probably just laugh." She said in a
bored, matter of a fact voice.
"Really Scully, why is that?" 
"Ticklish." She replied.  
Mulder grinned.  So, his Scully was ticklish.  "So,
your future lover should stay away from feathers?" 
Scully shivered at Mulder saying lover.  "Yes Mulder,
feathered fans would not suit me if the whole point
would be to turn me on."
The soft strokes of Mulder's fingers took away all
insult away from his next comment.  "And I used to
wonder why people would call you the Ice Queen." He
muttered in a low voice.  
Scully rolled her eyes.  "Well now I guess you know
the reason Spooky." She responded in turn with a giddy
smile.  She was flirting.  She could feel it, and it
made her want to giggle.  Suddenly she started to
giggle, laugh actually when Mulder started to tickle
her in punishment.  Soon she was getting back at him,
tickling him for all that it was worth and both of
them were ignoring who they were, and how they usually
acted.  
Mulder got her on her back and he was astride her
tickling her sides.  She arched her back trying to
escape his fingers.  Mulder's breath hitched in his
throat and before he knew it he grabbed her head and
let his lips finds her mouth.  
Scully's eyes fluttered closed.  His lips were soft. 
She kissed his lower lip.  She's wanted to do that
since she first laid her blue eyes on him.  She let
her hands travel up his back and let her fingers run
through his soft hair.  They both opened their mouths,
and Mulder let his tongue explore her mouth.  Her own
tongue touched his, and she was relishing in the feel
of his warmth.  
Mulder couldn't believe that Scully was kissing him. 
She was acting as though she need him in order to
survive.  He couldn't believe how well she could kiss.
 He realized he was on top of her; he rolled over so
she wouldn't be on the wet grass.  
Scully loved the feel of Mulder's lips upon her own. 
His tongue was amazing; she knew that those sunflower
seeds would come to of use someday.  Scully let her
hips settle on Mulder's so she could get cozier.  She
almost opened her eyes in shock when she felt his
arousal, instead she moaned.  She let herself settle
more firmly against him.  It felt so good, so
intimate.  She felt like a teenager again, necking in
the woods.  Except this was on a grassy slope next to
a motel.  
Mulder felt his hips buck up against her.  She was so
warm and inviting.  Soon they were grinding against
each other as though they were in high school in the
back of a car that was on Lover's Lane.  Suddenly
Mulder stood up while still holding and kissing
Scully.  Her legs were wrapped around his waist, and
she could still feel his hardness pressed up against
her most sensitive area.  The only things separating
them were two layers of boxers and one pair of plain
white cotton panties.  
Mulder finally got them back into the motel room.  He
gently laid himself on her bed with Scully underneath
him.  She was amazing.  He was so in love with her, he
has been for years and finally she was letting him
show her this.  He was kissing her…he couldn't get it
out of his mind.  She was letting him--lower than pond
scum--kiss her.
"Mulder…" She gasped out as he was kissing her neck. 
She let out a groan as she felt his tongue make
contact with her clavicle.  
"What?" He pulled himself off her, afraid that she
came to her senses and wanted this amazing interlude
to end.  
"I want you." He gazed into her dark blue eyes.  She
meant it; she wanted him.  If he weren't so desire
driven, he'd jump around and whoop for joy.  Instead,
he kissed her with more tongue thrusting intensity
that before.  She was his equal—she was just as
earnest.  She tightened her legs around his waist and
rubbed against his groin.  "Now…" She whimpered.  
He eased her legs off of him and they both scrambled
to get off their clothes.  The moment Scully was naked
she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him
while pulling him gently towards the bed.  "Now." She
whispered.  Mulder looked into her eyes and gave into
her wishes.  He gently slid into her, watching her
intensely for any sign of pain.  She was so small and
tight.  Wet.  He smiled at the thought that he got her
that wet.  She wrapped her legs around him, pulling
him deeper inside of her.  
She was meeting each thrust.  She opened her eyes to
meet his usually hazel eyes that were now green with
passion and desire.  He found her desirable…it
rendered her speechless.  She groaned and her eyes
fluttered shut as a wave of pleasure washed over her. 
She was almost there.  He made her feel so young…like
this was her first time making love.  As though she
were innocent in everything, including life.  As
though all the monsters and horrors that she saw were
non-existent.  He made her feel safe.  She felt the
climax come towards her and with each thrust Mulder
gave her, she whispered out declarations.  
Mulder lay for a few minutes on top of Scully, not
wanted to get out of her, and not having enough
strength to support himself.  She just let her fingers
trial over his spine and muscular back.  When he
somewhat recovered with the physical and mental shock
of what happened between them, he braced himself on
his elbows and stroked her cheek with his thumb.  
Scully smiled at him tiredly.  He was amazing.  He
studied her eyes for a moment.  "Did you mean it?" He
finally asked.
An eyebrow raised in reaction.  "What are you talking
about Mulder?" 
Scully could feel his shoulders slump slightly in
surrender.  "Never mind." He muttered.  She furrowed
her eyebrows and gently took his chin and forced him
to make eye contact while stroking his lower lips with
her thumb.  "It's nothing." He forced a smile.  
"Well, there is something I want to say…" She said
softly.  Mulder tensed, she was going to state how it
was a mistake, passion over took her she never really
felt anything for him besides basic friendship.  "I
love you." She whispered so softly that is barely
audible.  
Mulder grinned.  No, to Scully's surprise it was a
full-fledged smile.  Teeth and all.  "So you did mean
it." He chuckled at Scully's confused expression. 
"You kept saying that through out…out love making." He
said shyly.  
Scully smiled while gnawing slightly on her lower lip
in nervousness.  He gently nibbled on her earlobe and
the let his tongue sooth the non-existent pain.  "I
love you." He whispered to her ear.  He pulled away
slightly and was shocked to see a tear drip down her
cheek.  He questioned it with a look.
"I never thought I'd hear you say that…" She replied. 
She smiled, and then let a small chuckle escape.  "It
sounds really good." Mulder smiled.  "So…" She smiled
more broadly.  "If I were to call you Fox, would you
kill me with one of your glares?"
Mulder laughed, and then grew slightly more serious. 
"No." He leaned down and kissed her gently on the
mouth.  "Not if you'll let me call you Dana."  He
grinned.  
"Perfect." She responded.
Mulder rolled off of her with a groan, and they both
crawled underneath the covers.  Both of them were so
shocked at how easy it was for them to be physically
intimate.  "I love you Dana." 
Scully smiled and felt a blush rise to her cheeks.  "I
love you too Fox."  She closed her eyes and didn't see
the blush and smile that covered his face as well.  


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