To: Jamie Subject: Re: submitting Date: Wednesday, February 07, 2001 9:39 PM Hi everyone, I am new to the site, but am no stranger to erotic fanfic; I write for Forever Knight's JADFE archives under Mistress V. This is my first attempt at XF fanfic. First of all, this is ADULT NC 17 fanfic. If you are under 18, or if such a topic offends you, you have been warned. Please exit the ride to your left NOW;-) Legalese boilerplate: I do not now, have not, or will not in future, own these characters. They belong to their Powers that Be, and I am just borrowing them for a while. I promise to return them happy and unharmed. I have been to Salem before. The Customs House IS an actual museum, and there are numerous "haunted" witchy type b and b inns, but The Lightship exists only in my imagination. The Tavern, on the other hand, DOES exist, and serves fine chowder to the populace of Salem. "Ayuh" is a quirky and wonderful New England- ism that the natives use in speech. Don't ask what it means---it has a thousand and one definitions. Any songs mentioned are not meant to be infringed upon. You can figure out the puns on words here and there, I hope. This is romance, humor and some smut...that's my trademark, to make you sigh and smile. There's plenty of graphic stuff around, but I keep things light on purpose. Don't worry, it deserves its NC-17 tag... Enjoy! Mistress V BE MINE by Mistress V "Good morning, BULLSEYE patrons! Be sure to check out our Valentine's Boutique for that special gift...for that special someone..." Dana Scully sighed as she pushed her trolley. There was no escaping the fact that tomorrow was Valentine's Day, and she, Dana Scully, had no special someone to shop for...unless you looked in her imagination, but that didn't count. Here she was, on an early lunch-break, doing the household/personal necessities BULLSEYE run. A single woman's necessities, that was all too painfully obvious. Laundry detergent, bleach, trash bags, some cotton leggings and a top that happened to be on sale, a new toothbrush, shampoo...truly exhilarating fare. Oh well, she reasoned, it was going to be a stormy, bleak weekend anyway. If only...Mulder...was going to share it with her...if only...What was the MATTER with her? Lately, she had finally admitted to herself that she was in love with her partner. And lust. She was worried. The love she could hide...but the lust, now that was an entirely different matter. Almost unconsciously, she found herself in front of the Valentine's display. She was prepared to HRMMPH! it off, but something made her re-assess the offerings. The theme was pleasantly understated, very unlike BULLSEYE's usual OTT product lines. Two candy hearts, in hues of lilac and rose, bore the elegantly scripted words, "Be" and "Mine". The design decorated everything from pillowcases to silk boxers. Scully's cheeks flamed red for a moment as she imagined her touching her partner's well-toned glutes encased in those shorts. Mmmmm....and then, sliding them down over his sinewy hips... ENOUGH OF THAT, she said to herself. Then she reconsidered. If she could not have the man of her dreams for Valentine's Day, why not treat herself to something nice? She deserved a break. Her eyes wandered to a pair of candy-heart earrings, which tickled her so much that she tossed them in the cart. Then she saw the satin peignoir set. Soft, glimmering lilac, cut to show nothing yet reveal everything, with the two candy hearts design simply placed on the left shoulder. I HAVE to wear that, she told herself, even once, just to feel what it's like. And last, on a total whim of self-indulgence, she added some scented candles and a bath kit as well. The abrupt beep of her cell brought reality in quickly. Scully stared at the phone. It was... "Mulder?" "Hey Scully, " her partner replied, "we have a break in the Customs House case. Only they want us to take the 2:30 pm to Boston, before the weather closes in. How far are you from Dulles?" Scully groaned audibly. She was right next to Dulles...but miles from her apartment. "I'm at the BULLSEYE superstore, clear over in Virginia," she lamented, "and I can't go home to pack! Can you at least grab my files?" "Look, get some stuff at BULLSEYE and charge it to expenses. I'll meet you at the gate." Mulder was all business. Typical. HE could get to his apartment for cold weather gear. BOSTON? In a blizzard? Her blood started to freeze at the thought. "Hey Scully?" Mulder's voice was uncharacteristically soft. "Mmmm?" "Sorry to wreck any plans you had for the, er, weekend, um...bye." Plans? The bottle of ZING! grout whitener, her bubble bath kit, and the new "Cops N' Robbers" TV theme CD were as about as exciting as it would have been. Now at least she'd spend the weekend with Mulder...if only...! In the store parking lot, she packed frantically, stowing all the household necessities in the trunk. Thankfully, she'd found some snow boots (on sale!) and heavy gloves. For a fraction of a second, she considered adding the Valentine> goodies to the booty left in the car...but decided to take a gamble. After all, SHE could celebrate the holiday! The Customs House case. A REAL G-man file, not an X in sight. A national historic sight in Salem, Massachusetts, it was supposedly being used to pass government secrets to unfriendly agents. Rumor placed the material gathered everywhere from Quantico to the Pentagon, but until now, it had been all speculation. Mulder met her at the airport and produced her briefcase. He'd obviously been home to change, because he was wearing jeans so tight there was no room left for thermal underwear. Blushing, she turned her gaze to the weather outside. WHY was she acting this way? Was it the upcoming holiday? The snow? Alien radio signals? Maybe there was something TO her partner's whacked out theories after all. He outlined their assignment: they were to proceed to Boston, where a special agent would meet them and take them on to Salem; tomorrow, they would be interviewing the parties in custody. As they entered the jet's gangway, Mulder touched her ear, pushing back her hair. Electrified by his touch, she looked at him; he was clearly amused, but said nothing, then did the same thing to her other ear. Horrified, Scully realized that the earrings she'd put on in the store had just announced her more private self. Thankfully, Mulder still remained quiet, but she was mortified. Should she take them off? Laugh about it? Or pretend the incident had not happened? She chose the latter. All the way to Salem, the earrings stood between them like a command. ***** Special Agent Marco Carlozzi met them at Logan and immediately herded them into his jeep for the ride to Salem. It was already snowing heavily, and worse was expected. He filled them in on the details of their trip." You'll meet with the staff tomorrow morning, and then interview the two suspects afterwards. I've given you transcripts of everything so you can review them tonight. Ayuh. You're in luck by the way," he continued. "Ordinarily, you'd be stuck n some godforsaken place out on the motorway, but there's been a cancellation at a local place right up from Customs House. Real HOI POLLOI, top drawer, for the tourists. You'll enjoy it! AND..." he paused for effect. Both Mulder and Scully turned towards him in one movement. "It's haunted." ***** I'm Circe Martin," the talkative, New-Age-esque proprietress of the gabled mansion introduced herself. "Welcome to the LightShip Inn." Scully and Mulder took in their surroundings. This was no mere bed and breakfast. Polished hardwood floors, oriental rugs, a fireplace, staircases. No, this place belonged in Georgetown. Or Monticello. "You've got the Widow's Walk Suite, our very finest," Circe continued as she led them up the staircase. "It has a kitchenette and a sitting room, with a lovely fireplace." She paused to open the door, and then resumed her chatter. "Marco-- did you he lives out on a farm near here, with his wife and kids? Lovely man--- told me about the sleeping arrangements. The sofa folds out into a nice bed, and there's a full bath down the hall. The master suite has a wonderfully restored claw foot tub with though..." she paused, realizing that her romantic blather was lost on these two. "We were preparing for a nice couple from Boston, all set to come up and celebrate their fifth wedding anniversary. Only she got indisposed, and it turned out to be morning sickness! They're celebrating at home. We laid in some nice things for them, though, so now you can enjoy everything." "This inn---it's haunted?" Mulder interrupted. "From the witch trials?" "Mercy no, that was hundreds of years before!" Circe laughed pleasantly. "No, legend has it that my great great grandmother's ghost walks these halls. And this IS Salem, a magical place! There's a brochure on the bookshelf explains all. Well, I'm late for PTA, so I'll say goodnight!" Mulder insisted on taking the brochure with them when they went to dinner. He read the legend's details to Scully as they had chowder at The Tavern. "Victoria Martin was the wife of a prosperous sea captain in the late 1800's. They were very much in love...during his absences, Victoria would walk the widow's landing---hey, that must be the terrace outside those French doors---and search for his ship, because the house was et on a point so that she would see it first. Her husband, Clifford, designed it that way." Scully raised an eyebrow as she spooned her chowder, but said nothing. "Her husband and his ship were lost in a terrible storm one winter, but she never stopped looking for him until the day she dies. It's said she still walks the landing, and her presence is a benevolent one at the LightShip Inn. It's considered a good omen, even a blessing, to the many couples who stay there." "HRRRMPH!" Scully snorted as she looked out the window. The snow had grown so heavy she could barely see the streetlight. "C'mon, Nanook of the North, let's unhitch the dogsled and get going. Work to do." The brief trudge back to the inn was an arctic one, and both agents were extremely glad for the fire in their fireplace. "I'm going to defrost in the tub down the hall," Mulder announced. He picked up a book, "Mysterious Salem: Ghosts and Ghouls" and was off for the bath, whistling. Scully wandered into her own bathroom, wishing that he had asked to use HER bathtub. Then, maybe...who was she kidding? She let a quick shower thaw out her aching limbs, but she imagined a very different scene as her eyes took in the beautiful old bathtub. A sigh escaped her lips. If only... Refreshed and warmed by her shower, Scully decided on something to drink and opened the mini fridge. It certainly had been stocked in anticipation of romance: several bottles of champagne, strawberries, truffles, CHOCOLATE BODY PAINT?!?!?, Ben and Jerry's, Reddi-Whip...Scully felt her inner thighs grow decidedly warm. She grabbed a can of Coke, deftly opened it and took a swig as she contemplated the truffles. "Is there a ghost in that fridge?" a familiar voice asked. Coke splattered all over Scully's clothes as she squealed and jumped back reflexively. Smack into her partner, who was standing right behind her. Her heart was pounding as she felt his arms instinctively fold tightly around her, drawing her body close against his. "Sorry, sorry. Dana, I'm sorry," Mulder's voice, and breath, were soft in her ear. "I never meant to scare you, especially not in this place..." Scully's heart continued to pound, but from the delicious feel of Mulder's body pressed to hers. His shampoo, his soap, his body...the scents invaded her nostrils and made her breathe in unevenly. His hands were folded just above her breasts, which were now clearly outlined, thanks to the impromptu cola bath. And she could have sworn his hips, behind her, pressed more tightly against her backside. Holy mother of god! Was that a hard on??? Practicality kicked in. "I'm fine," she replied as she extricated herself from the embrace, "but I've got to change out of these things." Back in her room, she peeled off her clothes---brand new that day from BULLSEYE, and probably ruined now, she thought---and set them in the basin to soak. She cursed the fact she hadn't been able to pack more. The only thing left to change into was her new peignoir set...or her good suit. Scully weighed the options. In the end, she opted for the satin lingerie. It was time to gamble, she reasoned. And if she lost, well, she could appropriate the box of truffles for herself, and listen to her new CD in bed. As she looked at her image in the antique mirror, Scully had to admit that she looked pretty amazing. The satin clung just so, understated in its simplicity. Her thighs, already warm, grew warmer. She absently brushed at her hair. What would Mulder say? Well, there was only one way to find out. Boldly, she grabbed the bedroom doorknob and swung the door open. "I thought you could use a drink after that scare," Mulder said as he poured glasses of champagne for them both. He turned around and caught sight of her. The color drained from his face, then returned in a bright scarlet hue. His eyes opened wide and he simply stared at her. "Thanks," Scully replied as she took the glass from his hand. She returned his gaze just as evenly, and noticed that the front of her partner's sweatpants began to rise of their own accord. Taking a sip of the fizzy liquid, she gestured at her attire. "Sorry, I didn't have time to pack an extra change of casual clothes. Will this do?" Mulder took a few steps forward until he and Scully were almost, but not quite, touching, eyes locked to hers. "It will do...plenty..." he whispered. The champagne bubbles tickled Scully's nose just then, and she choked. Mulder removed the glass from her hand, set it on the counter, and enfolded her in his arms. She tilted her face up to gaze at him. His hand touched her chin, brushing the hair back, and she realized, with a smile, that he was looking for the earrings, which she had removed. "Careful, you wouldn't want to spill any more drinks now, right?" he teased, running an errant finger down the side of her neck. Scully shivered; his embrace on her tightened pleasurably, and she felt his pelvis press into hers. He was hard, growing harder. The brink of sexual discovery was absolute between them. Scully tried for levity. "No, I'm out of clothes, unless I could borrow---" Her words were cut off by her partner's kiss, the first real kiss they had ever shared. Soft at first, even hesitant, it was as though Mulder was asking her permission to continue. In reply, Scully snaked her arms around his neck and returned the kiss. Her mouth opened, and she felt his tongue---oh how she had dreamed of this---for the first time. It was the last hesitant moment between them. With a groan, Mulder deepened the kiss, molding her even more tightly against his body, grinding his hips suggestively, purposefully into hers. Scully instinctively wrapped a leg around his and pressed her naked, hot center into him, her hands boldly seeking his abs. "Oh, god, Dana, yesssss!" Incredibly, the lights flickered twice, and then went out. This time, it was Mulder who jumped. The room was plunged into darkness, except for the glow from the fireplace. They stared into the blackness that surrounded them. From downstairs, a Yankee accent tut tutted. "Just hold on up there," Circe Martin instructed, "I'll be up in a minute with supplies." Carefully, Mulder took a few steps into the darkness, never losing his grip on his partner. The firelight enabled them to seek out the couch with a minimum of obstacles. They sat down, apprehensive, waiting. A few moments later, a key turned in the lock, the door opened and Circe bustled in, carrying an old-fashioned candle lantern, a small boom box and several comforters. "Mercy, this storm," she acknowledged her dumbfounded guests as she moved briskly about. "I just knew the power'd go, and on a holiday weekend. Ayuh. Lectric's out, furnace is still holding up, thank goodness. It's wood burning. You won't freeze, and there's plenty of firewood if it does go..." "Does it?" Scully asked timidly, as Mulder tightened his grip on her shoulders protectively. "Oh, sometimes we lose it all," Circe admitted as she stoke the fire. But I don't think this is bad as the blizzard of '88. Thank goodness I have that wood burning stove, too." She turned to the sofa. "Now, if you'll just give me a hand, I'll have that bed set up in a jiffy. I 'spect it'd be best if t'other one of you beds down on the floor by the fire, just in case. Should be fine. Plenty of hot water---the heater's gas immersion." Mulder helped her pull out the sofa bed, then stood back as she swiftly made up the linens. "Here," Circe handed Scully the boom box, "'case you want to keep contact with the outside world. Well, sweet dreams!" She was gone in a flurry of energy. After Circe departed, Scully carefully put the radio on the bookshelf, and then turned to face Mulder. She was unable to control her mirth. "Mulder, did you get ANY of that?" she giggled. Shaking his head, he broke into helpless laughter, pulling her tight against him, and then toppling with her onto the bed. "Mulder," Scully didn't have much breath left to get knocked out of her, "where were we?" "Having a drink, as I recall." Mulder swung off the couch and threaded his way to the kitchen, returning with the champagne and two glasses. He handed one to Scully, then snuggled next to her and clinked her glass. "To the blizzard of February," he said. Scully smiled. "I'll drink to that." They contemplated the darkness, the firelight and the silhouette of snowflakes. Scully blessed the inclement weather and leaned more suggestively into her partner, sighing contentedly. Slowly, innocently, Mulder's hand dropped to her thigh and stroked its inside. "I want to touch you," he said softly. "You ARE touching me," she replied. "Dana," Mulder still found it hard to call her by her given name, "I mean REALLY touch you..." he faltered for his words, but his hand strayed upwards purposefully. She was damp and slippery, better than any dream he'd had of her. Her mouth sought his and she kissed him with passion as he probed her folds more urgently, slipping over the wetness, until he hit his mark. An unintelligible, strangled sound came from Scully as she buried her face in his shoulder. "Oh YESSSS," she finally managed to gasp, "oh please, Fox, don't stop, please..." Molder's fingers were getting scalded. It felt delightful. Scully's movements became more erratic and she clutched at his shoulder. Her breathing grew ragged, her head snapped back and her eyes met his again. It was an effort for her to speak. "I'm--oh GOD--Mulder, I'm gonna---" abruptly, she strapped as Mulder removed his hand, her eyes clouding with confusion. "Nooooo!" she wailed, "Fox, PLEASE, NOOO, don't stop..." "Shush, Dana, he replied as he quickly swung her legs up over his shoulders, "I want all of this...wrap those legs around my neck, honey, I want to taste you come..." He sought out her wetness with her tongue, while his fingers probed her interior. It didn't take very long. "MUL-DAAAAAAR!" she wailed as she slammed over the brink and convulsed against his mouth. Mulder licked at her juices, moaning, as she continued to come. Just as he thought she was winding down, he was amazed to find her hands threading through his hands, begging him to continue. "Not---finished----AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" she gasped, and then her body convulsed in one final, deep, exquisite spasm around his fingers. Mulder slowly withdrew from her secrets, savoring the taste of her nectar, which covered his chin, her thighs and the bed beneath him. Scully was breathing hard, eyes closed, lost in the sensation. He laid down next to her and folded around her body. "So?" he asked gently, "ok?" She snuggled against him and threw a leg over his hips, oiling his skin further. Then he heard her breath catch, and she said something so quietly he couldn't make out the words. Concerned, he cupped her chin and turned her to look into his eyes. "Scully---what is it? Is something the matter?" What he heard next would change his life—and hers---forever. Irrevocably. "I said,' I love you, Fox Mulder." Her voice was breaking. He deepened his embrace of her and sought out her face once more, puzzled. "Then why are you crying? I thought love wasn't supposed to be sad---or have I got it backwards?" Scully exhaled slowly and continued. "Just forget it, ok?" she fairly snapped, trying to pull away. Mulder held on tight. "Dana---" he grabbed her wrists gently and looked straight at her. She continued to squirm. "DANA! If you'd calm down for two seconds, maybe I could tell you---that I love you too..." There was an eternity of silence, and they lay there, hardly daring to breathe. Mulder's heart began to pound as he watched the play of emotions across her face. Disbelief...mixed with--joy? "Fox?" she whispered. "I love you, Dana," he replied, stroking her forehead, "I love you too." He glanced at the mantelpiece as the clock chimed twelve. "Happy Valentine's Day, Scully..." ***** Mulder stretched luxuriously and then curled back around Scully's slumbering form. It was early, probably 6, and from what he could see from the window, no one would be going anywhere this morning. Visibility was zero, snow was blowing everywhere. The fire was still blazing and the room was pleasantly warm. Still, it didn't hurt to be careful...he hopped out of bed and moved over to the fireplace. Plenty of firewood, so he added a few pieces to the flames, then went looking to his cell. "Mulder? What time is it?" Scully asked drowsily. "6:30." He checked his messages, and then laughed. "Why is it so quiet?" Scully continued, still not moving from under the covers. Her eyes flew open as her partner landed next to her and gave her a slow wakeup kiss. "Mmmmmm," she sighed. "Do we have to get up?" "Nope," Mulder was grinning. "Carlozzi---and just about the whole town---is snowed in. He called. Says he'll see us about noon. Maybe." Scully looked past his shoulder. "I can't see anything out there," she said in amazement. Mulder pulled her back down beside him. "You don't HAVE to," he assured her, taking her hand and placing it against something very hard. ***** It had been an amazing night. All the years of silence finally flew out the window, as they talked really talked, about everything. So much to say. And so much still to say. But a real first step in cementing a relationship between them. No need for an urgent first coupling, but both knew it was deliciously imminent. They finally fell asleep, wrapped around each other. ***** Scully's hand explored what she'd been given, eliciting sharp intakes of breath from its owner. She was delighted to feel him grow harder under her touch. Finally, it was too much. "I want you inside me," she said simply. "Please?" And all those years of waiting finally came to an end for both of them. Extremely pleasurably. ***** Mulder's cell rang about 11, just after they'd shared a wonderfully wet shower together. He was positive Carlozzi could hear the smirk in his voice. Carlozzi suggested that with a small break in the weather, he'd get them over to interview everyone. "The REAL storm won't hit 'till later," he told Milder, "so let's move and get this wrapped up. Big snow due in tonight." "Swell," Mulder said, but he was grinning. Scully appeared in the bedroom doorway, pulling on a thick sweater. "So we're on?" she asked. Mulder walked over and hugged her. "The sooner we get done, the sooner we get back here, " he whispered as he stroked her denim-clad rear. Suddenly, abruptly, he stopped. "Hey!" he said in surprise. "You DID bring other clothes!" "So bite me," Scully laughed up at him as her hand explored something that had come between them. Mulder groaned. "Oh I will," he promised, "later. I know JUST where." ***** The snow had let up to a light fall, but ominously dark clouds were banking the northern sky. Carlozzi, a native of Bangor, Maine, was laconic about the weather. "S'posed to howl 'till Monday," he said. "Don't think it'll let up, neither. Can feel it. Guess you'll be stuck---can't fly out 'till we're done here." "Oh well," Scully told him, "I guess we'll write a perfect report for Skinner, then." Carlozzi eyed her curiously. "Ayuh," he grunted. ***** The impending snowstorm's return made everyone anxious to wrap the case up. Even the suspects were unusually cooperative. The agents relayed this to Skinner in a call from the jail---the roads to Boston, and Carlozzi's office, being all but impassable. "Well," Skinner told them, "if you're stuck, that's that." Everyone looked at one another in amazement. Skinner? In agreement? "Your damn storm didn't just hit Boston, you know," he said. "Haven't you heard the news?" "WHAT news?" Carlozzi snorted. "Power's out!" "I suggest you listen to your car radio, then," Skinner shot back, but humorously. "DC got a foot of snow, with more to come. See you after the thaw, guys---with your report, naturally." "Naturally, "Mulder grumbled good-naturedly, his eyes on Scully. "Better tighten up your scarf," Carlozzi said to Scully as she zipped her parka. "Why? Is it going to be that cold?" she asked, puzzled. Carlozzi laughed. "No, but it'll hide that king-size lovebite you've got there..." "That?" Mulder asked as he slid his fingers down Scully's spine. "Scully walked into a door last night when the power went." Carlozzi eyed both of them with amusement. "Ayuh." ***** After they got back to the LightShip, they stood outside for a moment in the twilight. The snow was starting to thicken, but the vista across the bay was breathtaking. "So, Scully," Mulder asked quietly as they stood entwined together, "how would you like to spend the rest of our Valentine's Day?" OUR Valentine's Day. God, that sounded SOOOO good to both of them. She kissed his jaw, just below his ear, and watched---and felt---him respond. "Well," she began, twining her gloved fingers through his belt loops, "we could head down there," she indicated The Tavern with a nod, "and get some food, because I am starving...and then..." her words trailed off, but her eyes twinkled up at him. "And we could stay to listen to the weather report on their short-wave, if they have one..." Mulder pushed his hips against hers and kissed her briefly but suggestively. "But not too late," Scully interrupted him as her hand fell to exploring things, "because the weather might close in soon, and..." Their lips locked again, longer this time. Snowflakes fell around them. "So we need to get back to our room and make sure we're not frostbitten..." Mulder's voice trailed into a moan as Scully's hand squeezed him. Another kiss, much deeper. He briefly considered taking her right there in the snow. Briefly. "Well, the sooner we go, the sooner we can get back here..." God, her voice was driving him insane. "Dana..." he stopped to capture her mouth once more, "I love you. "You, too, Fox," she replied. "Happy Valentine's Day," they both said together. As they turned towards the road, movement on the widow's walk caught both of their attentions at once. Almost in tandem, the agents' eyes widened, blinked, then closed. Both opened their mouths to speak, but decided against it. Scully sighed as they walked slowly towards the pub. "Scully?" "Nothing..." "OK." Mulder slid his hand into her rear jeans pocket and pulled her closer. ***** "They'll make a nice couple," the middle-aged woman said matter-of-factly to her husband. "Ayuh," he agreed. From their vantage point, they watched the pair wander into the corner bar, lost in love. "Very nice." Victoria Martin turned to her husband and smiled. They disappeared into the snowy night like wisps of smoke. So---sequel? I have one ready....! Comments to pasvee@yahoo.com...