Never Say Never (1/1) by Audrey Cooper xf_writer@geocities.com October, 1996 Summary: A short scene from sometime in the future. A chance meeting turns into a close encounter . Classification/Rating: V, MSR. PG-13. Disclaimer: No one is mentioned by name, so... no disclaimer here. This is my first attempt at X-Files fanfic. I would appreciate feedback in any shape or form. ******************************************************************** Never Say Never (1/1) by Audrey Cooper xf_writer@geocities.com They had not seen each other for six years. He wanted too much, and so did she. The tension between them heated and heated, until being in the same room could lead only to spontaneous combustion. They stopped meeting, talking on the phone instead. Finally, even that had to stop. Her husky tones on the line could make him erect for the rest of the day. Her panties would be soaked within seconds of picking up the phone and hearing his voice. Each imagined the other clothed and unclothed, touching and not touching, until the friction was unbearable. There were no excuses made; they simply stopped calling one another. The break was total. * * * * * Someone touched her hair. She spun around and stood there, her mouth opening as she stared. It was him. New lines bracketed his eyes and mouth, but it was definitely him. He was standing too close, close enough for her to feel the heat of his skin. He wasn't smiling. She closed her mouth. She couldn't seem to make the effort of stepping away. Not now. Not just yet. He said her name. The taste of it was honey. Touching her again would be a big mistake, but not touching her was impossible. He reached out and drew his left index finger across her lips. His eyes were intent on hers. She drew in a deep breath and her breasts brushed his chest, ever so lightly. Her body swayed, unable to decide between stepping forward or back. She took that one step -- back. "Don't do this." "I don't even want to try to stop. Come talk with me." His words were both a plea and a command. She had stepped away, but not broken eye contact. This had to end, right now. A ghost of his former grin passed quickly over his face and away. He offered his hand, palm up. He didn't touch her again, but only stood with his hand extended, waiting for her to come to him. She placed her hand within his and her heart thudded loudly, once, like a drum, before resuming a quicker pace. The sound reverberated in her ears. It was done. He laced his fingers with hers, brought her hand up and inhaled her scent: lily of the valley. Still the same. "Come talk with me," he said again, and she answered, "Yes." * * * * * The room was dark, hot. The ceiling fan could not compete. ___ End So, please, let me know what you think... Audrey Cooper xf_writer@geocities.com S: "Mulder, I--" M: "Scully, whatever you're gonna say--" The X-Files, Paper Clip Never Say Never II - Never Before (Compiled) (1/1) by Audrey Cooper xf_writer@geocities.com December, 1996 - January, 1997 Summary: What led up to Never Say Never? A series of short scenes that help 'flesh out' the circumstances.... Classification/Rating: V, MSR-major UST! PG-13. Disclaimer: No one is mentioned by name, so... no disclaimer here. This is a prequel to Never Say Never. You don't have to read that for this to make sense, but it sure would make me happy if you read it anyway! Author's Notes follow the story. I would appreciate feedback in any shape or form. ******************************************************************** Never Say Never II - Never Before 1 by Audrey Cooper xf_writer@geocities.com December, 1996 She was perched on the edge of his desk, a file folder in her hands, one foot on the floor, the other swinging lazily. He nodded absently as she spoke, the words blurring; the rich, husky sound of her voice becoming a counterpoint to the whisper of silk against silk. It made his palms itch to touch her, to push her oh-so-sensible skirt up over her thighs to discover if she wore stockings. His eyes drifted down to her legs, and he tormented himself with the dilemma: did she wear stockings or pantyhose? The smooth rasp of silk raised the fine hairs on his arms along with his internal temperature. Would her starched facade crumble if he suddenly pulled her around to face him and insinuated himself between her legs? Would she slap him angrily? He didn't think so. Push him away with gentle hands, remonstrate him? Quite possible. Or would she bury her hands in his hair and pull his mouth down to meet her ripe lips? He would bend her back over his arm; kiss and bite at those lips, until her lashes fluttered closed, until she was twisting beneath him, until she was moaning. Oh, God. This had to stop. *That* would never happen, *could* never happen. He abruptly pushed his chair forward into the space under the desk to hide the erection tenting his slacks, and dropped his face into his hands to cool his burning cheeks. * * * * * She said his name, questioning. He yanked his gaze up to meet hers, a faint flush on his face, his eyes dilated, his mouth slightly open. She leaned toward him, reaching out and touching his shoulder lightly, asking, "Are you all right?" The subtle scent of lily of the valley came to him from the pulse point that beat at her wrist. "Fine," he answered, the corners of his mouth turning up wryly. "You were saying...." _____ End S: "The very idea of intelligent alien life is not only astronomically improbable, but at its most basic level, downright anti-Darwinian." M: "Scully? What are you wearing?" The X-Files, War of the Coprophages ******************************************************************** Never Say Never II - Never Before 2 by Audrey Cooper xf_writer@geocities.com December, 1996 Oh God. He was doing it again. He was sprawled in his desk chair, formulating his report, collar undone, sleeves rolled up, tie pulled down. He took a pencil from his desk and tapped it meditatively against his mouth. His eyes were unfocused, their color indeterminate behind the lenses of the glasses that were perched, forgotten, on his nose. She watched him nibble on the inside of his lower lip, a habit that was driving her slowly but surely insane. Were his lips as soft as they looked? She could lean over, lick at them, discover *his* taste beneath the salt and sweet, sunflower seeds and iced tea. Would he turn from her? She didn't think so. Would he shake his head and extenuate; let her down easy? Quite possible. Or would he toss his glasses on the desk carelessly and open his mouth to her? She would suck that wonderfully pouty bottom lip into her mouth, explore the heat within. She shifted slightly in her seat and shivered deliciously. Slow and easy at first, then hard and fast and deep and.... * * * * * He was distracted from his musings by her rapid, shallow breathing. She was slowly and sensuously rubbing her bottom lip, a small smile on her face, her eyes half closed. He said her name softly, and she flinched as if struck, the hand that had been at her face falling to her lap. "Something wrong?" he asked. She tore her eyes from his lips forcibly, and told herself firmly that she was not going to do this to herself any more. *That* was *never* going to happen. "No, no, I'm fine," she said faintly, dropping her eyes quickly as she rose. "I'm going to get a cup of coffee. Want some?" _____ End S: "Mulder?" M: "Yeah?" S: "What's in your pocket?" The X-Files, D.P.O. ******************************************************************** Never Say Never II - Never Before 3 by Audrey Cooper xf_writer@geocities.com January, 1997 She stopped typing and slid one hand beneath her hair, rubbing the back of her neck. Turning sideways in her chair, she glanced his way. He looked down quickly at the bed he was sitting on, watching her covertly from behind the reflective screen of his glasses. He could think of much better reasons for tension in a motel room - hell, in *any* room with her in it - than typing reports. She shrugged off her jacket, then, bringing both hands to the small of her back, she closed her eyes and stretched luxuriantly. Her breasts swelled with her deep indrawn breath, which covered his own short, sharp intake of air. He hadn't known -- she was wearing a black bra beneath her thin cream short-sleeved top. He stared down at the words of his scribbled handwritten notes as they blurred into insensibility, hieroglyphics with no meaning. Was that bra satin, or silk? Was it lace? He could get up, put his hands on her shoulders. Trace patterns on the ribbed cotton that covered that bra. Glide his hands over the smooth planes of her collarbone and down, over the rise of her breasts; feel her nipples go taut and hard under his palms.... He stifled a groan and pulled off his glasses, dropping them on top of his notes. He rubbed the bridge of his nose, trying to wipe away the images his mind had wrought. That was never going to happen. *Never*. * * * * * "Where are you going?" she asked as he suddenly rose from the bed, bent, and snatched up his jacket and notes. "Going to take a shower, then sack out for the night," he answered, his voice ragged, holding the jacket in front of him. A *cold* shower. "Good night." _____ End Author's Notes: Thanks, as always, to Deb P. for beta reading and for her wonderful comments, encouragement and inspiration. Special thanks to Bob for his encouragement and support. For those of you who are interested, the story titles in this series, which should be available at any of the wonderful Gossamer archives, (if you can't find them, mail me and I'll send them to you) are: Never Say Never Never Say Never II - Never Before Never Say Never III - Never Say Never Again *NC-17* So, please, let me know what you think... Audrey Cooper xf_writer@geocities.com M: "It's lace." S: "Chantilly Lace?" M: "You know what I like." The X-Files, Clyde Bruckman's Final Repose Never Say Never III - Never Say Never Again *NC-17* (1/1) by Audrey Cooper xf_writer@geocities.com January, 1997 Summary: A short scene from sometime in the future. Sequel to Never Say Never. Classification/Rating: V, MSR. NC-17. Disclaimer: No one is mentioned by name, so... no disclaimer here. Author's Notes follow the story. I would appreciate feedback in any shape or form. ******************************************************************** Never Say Never III - Never Say Never Again *NC-17* (1/1) by Audrey Cooper xf_writer@geocities.com Six years. Wasted. And all the years before. Wasted. "Come talk with me," he had said again, and she had answered, "Yes." But they didn't speak. Not in the car, not in the lobby, not even when they were finally alone in the small room, the door locked securely behind them. The bed mocked them as they stood there, just inside the door. Let's talk, it said. * * * * * They crossed the room together and sat side by side on the bed, not looking at one another. After an eternity, he kicked his shoes off and sat against the headboard. She considered, then toed her shoes away. He held out his hand and her eyes went from his hand to his eyes, locking there. It was as if he were asking her yet again. She laid her hand within his and he pulled her gently into him, turning her so that she faced away and was leaning against his chest. His long legs stretched out on either side of hers. She sighed and relaxed, closing her eyes and placing her head back on his shoulder. This had been inevitable. He was shattered by her trust. Her vulnerability. He resolved not to take advantage of the gift she had given him. They sat quietly, their breathing synchronized. He could feel her heart beat beneath his hand, entwined with hers between her breasts. Its beat was far calmer than his own. He brought her hand up to his lips and kissed it, then loosed it on her breast. Her hair was bound in one long French braid laid over her left shoulder. Picking up the end of the braid, he pulled the elastic that bound the ends together from it, then slowly unraveled her hair, until it spread in rippling waves over his shoulder and chest. She had grown it long, almost to her waist, and it covered them like a light shifting blanket of fire. He drew his hands up and down her arms, stroking with a sure, deft touch. Gooseflesh raised the fine hairs on her arms in their wake. She shifted her legs restlessly, and he hooked his ankles over hers, drawing them apart. Her skirt dipped into the concavity he created. She brought her arms up over her head and threaded her hands into the heavy silk of his hair, enjoying the soft texture of the strands slipping through her fingers. He nuzzled her ear, tracing the intricate whorls, then followed the creamy line of her throat and jaw, inhaling her scent. He barely touched her skin, but he could feel her pulse quicken beneath his lips and her breath break. She turned her head to catch his mouth with her own, pulling his bottom lip between hers and raking it gently with her teeth. He sucked in his breath, lightheaded, as all the blood in his body rushed to pool between his legs. His left hand came up to capture her jaw, holding her teasing mouth still. He had to be inside her, *now*. He touched his tongue to her lips, asking for entrance and she was lost, spinning with the depth and hunger of a kiss that had no beginning, no end. There was only now, this moment, this kiss. She broke it, finally, only because she couldn't catch her breath. Opening her eyes, she saw him staring at her, something infinitely sad in the set of his mouth, his eyes. She knew what that sadness was: regret. She recognized it easily; that same expression looked back at her daily from her mirror. The hand that had tightened on her jaw loosened, and he reached it up to catch the single tear that glistened in her lashes. He brought it to his mouth, drinking it, then swept down and took her mouth again. The world went away. All that was left was his arms around her, his mouth on hers. * * * * * "Like this?" he asked thickly, gliding smoothly until his hard flesh was buried to the hilt within her heat. He watched her face change as he became a part of her by slow inches; her lashes sliding closed, hiding the color of her eyes; her mouth opening so that her tongue could lick at her suddenly dry lips. She moaned in answer, her hands coming down from his back to grasp his buttocks and pull him into her more deeply, wanting to absorb him into her very flesh. The slight hair on his chest brushed against her nipples, arousing them to burning tightness. "Answer me," he demanded, pulling out until he was barely inside her. "Yes, like that," she managed, breathing in desperately. She was panting, unable to draw in enough air. There didn't seem to be any oxygen. The smell of their arousal swirled around them, musky and salty. It combined with the sweet tang of lily of the valley and his elemental scent. "Are you sure?" He plunged slowly, deliberately, into her again and pulled back as slowly, making sure he grazed the tight bundle of nerves hidden at the apex of her folded softness. Her head moved back and forth restlessly on the pillow, the glory of her unbound hair shining around her like a corona. Her hands tried to pull him into her again, but he resisted her easily. "Yes, I'm sure," she answered, her voice gone huskily into the lower range of her normal alto. "Or like this?" He slammed into her hard, withdrew only slightly, then settled into a fast driving rhythm. His sweat slick hands slid over her taut nipples, tweaking them, and down to her hips, where they took hold with a grip that was just this side of painful, holding her steady as he pounded into her. Her hands fell away to her sides, twisting into the sheets as she bucked up to meet him. "Oh. My. *God*." "Answer me," he demanded again, slowing, his hands gentling on her hips, then traveling up to cup her cheeks. He stared at her face, memorizing all of its shadows and planes, still stunned that she was *here*, and he was *there*, inside her. "Slow and easy, or hard and fast?" He grit his teeth against the flood rising within him, raging to be set free. Soon, she would have no choice. Then he stilled completely, buried within her, waiting. Her eyes opened. They were dilated to the point where only a thin ring of color remained around inky black pupils. She stared up into eyes that mirrored her own. He was braced on his forearms, keeping most of his weight off her, his features drawn and tight with a pleasure that was almost pain, his lower lip caught between his teeth. She brought her hands up to frame his face and strained up to kiss him, licking at his lips until he opened his mouth to her. She stroked his tongue with her own, wanting to be inside him as much as he was inside her. "What do you want?" "You. I want you. Any and every way I can get you." His words were low, hoarse. "Then take me. Any and every way you want. Slow and easy, hard and fast; I don't care. Just take me." Her tone matched his: intense. He began moving again, slowly, watching her breath catch, seeing her breasts flush with color. Then, unable to help himself, he bent her knees up toward her breasts and pulled her legs far apart. His hands moved to where he was embedded within her to open her even more fully to him. She had no defenses left, nowhere to hide. He stroked his thumb against her nub of violently sensitive flesh over and over, drawing her own slick heat up and over, around and around, even as he rocked gently against her. "Like this?" he asked again. Her muffled moans became a long, drawn out chant of his name as he pulled his hand away and stroked her instead with his rigid length. "Answer me." His voice was harsh, ragged. "Harder. Faster." His pace quickened with every stroke until he lost control and was once again slamming into her with all the finesse of a jackhammer. His back arched into a bow as he rose to his knees. He drew her up with him until she was braced on her elbows, her feet against his chest, the soft curve of her buttocks held securely in his hands against his heavy thrusting. "Like that, don't stop, don't stop, don'tstoppleaseohgod" Her breathy cries twisted something deep inside him that had been long buried. "Not a chance," he smiled darkly. She opened her eyes and speared him with her glance. He could feel her delicate internal muscles clench strongly about him with every stroke, bringing him to the jagged edge of control, until she suddenly twisted within his grip, the convulsions becoming almost continuous. "Love you," she said clearly as she came. He shuddered heavily and called out her name as his body erupted into fire and he was reborn. * * * * * The scent of lily of the valley came to him again. He buried his face in her neck, breathing in her reality. Never was finally here. ___ End Author's Notes: Big thanks to Deb P., for giving me the title, constant encouragement, and her wonderfully twisted comments. Special thanks to Bob for his support and inspiration. I have to say that I was rather ambivalent about writing this particular scene. But it really wanted to be written, and I try and keep my muse as happy as possible. For those of you who are interested, the story titles in this series, which should be available at any of the wonderful Gossamer archives, (if you can't find them, mail me and I'll send them to you) are: Never Say Never Never Say Never II - Never Before Never Say Never III - Never Say Never Again *NC-17* So, please, let me know what you think... Audrey Cooper xf_writer@geocities.com M: "How did you know?" S: "I just knew." The X Files, Paper Clip