From: Para8Dice@aol.com
Date: Fri, 28 Jan 2000 16:16:32 EST
Subject: Dancing to Shania Twain
Source: direct

Disclaimer:  I do not own these characters.  They belong to Chris Carter, 
Gillian Anderson, David Duchovny, Fox and 1013 Productions.  

Title:  Dancing to Shania Twain

Rating:  NC-17 for sex

Spoilers:  Fight The Future, Fire, The End.

E-mail:  Para8Dice@AOL.Com

Author:  Paradise

Written:  1999
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Dana Scully's Apartment
7:51 AM

Dana Scully didn't want to go to work.  She wanted to go out and get a life.  
She wanted...oh hell, she didn't even know what she wanted.  She put on a 
sexier suit than usual that morning.  It was a dress suit, dark blue, with a 
matching jacket.  This dress was shorter than ones she usually wore, but 
still appropriate.  It showed her curves and the swell of her breasts better 
than any other suit.  

What was making her feel this way?

Dana'd had a date recently and although he wasn't the man she would want to 
spend the rest of her life with, she'd had a fabulous time.  She felt young 
again.  So, she decided she'd make herself look better to feel better.  
Something she never thought in her life she'd 
do.

Scully put on subtle, but beautiful make up.  She put on red eye shadow, to 
bring out her enormous blue eyes, a very shimmery lip stick, her eye lashes 
thicker than she usually had for work, and wore sexier, open toe high heels.  

Her hair was wild and longer slightly, a blazing red.  She let it remain 
full.  Not placing it behind her ears or calming it down.  Her straight hair 
was rarely flat.  She let it be itself.

Scully cranked up the music to her Shania Twain CD.  It was track eight.  It 
was entitled, Whatever You Do, Don't.  It was one of those great songs that 
didn't get recognized.  She loved it though and began singing and dancing to 
it.  She tried not to hear herself sing.

...You stand too close to me,
I might melt down from the heat.
You look my way one more time,
I'm gonna go out of my mind.

Whatever you do, 
Don't even think about it.
Don't go and get me started,
Don't you dare drive me crazy,
Don't do that to me baby.

You stop me in my tracks,
My heart pumping to the max.
I'm such a sucker for your eyes,
They permanently paralyze.

Whatever you do,
Don't even think about it.
Don't go and get me started.
Don't you dare drive me crazy,
Don't do that to me baby.

Whatever you do,
Don't do that to me.

You got my heart under attack,
You give me shivers down my back,
You have to walk the way you do?
I get weak just watching you-

Suddenly, Scully looked in the mirror and saw a presence in the room.  It was 
Mulder.  She really hated the fact that to herself, she'd been singing the 
song to him.  He looked so good.  Scully ran over to the CD player and 
pressed stop.  

"What'd you stop?"

Scully shook all her thoughts away.

"What are you doing here Mulder?"

"I came to pick you up."

"I was on my way to work, let's go."

"You're going in that?"

Scully was put a little on edge with that question.  What the hell was wrong 
with wearing a skirt that covered a good amount of her thighs?  Hello.  He 
does more inappropriate things than that daily.

"Well Mulder, I'm going to get my jacket," she said in a firm tone.

"No, I didn't-dammit."

Scully was already heading out the door.  Mulder swore under his breath and 
ran after her.  Was it going to be a long day?  Looked like it, but damn, she 
looked good. 
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Dana Scully's Apartment Building
11:47 PM

Mulder and Scully walked to her door, and they were both exhausted.  A harder 
day than usual.  There was a necessity for as much work as ever, but they got 
no where.  They were both incredibly acrimonious and tired.  

"Wanna come in for coffee Mulder, you're gonna die."

"Sure."

They were silent for a few seconds as she placed the key in the hole and then 
stopped.  She looked over at him.  His body was being supported by the wall.  
He looked pathetic.  He looked great.   

"Scully, I have to apologize."

"For what?"

"This morning, when I criticized your clothing.  You're always standing by 
me, keeping me sane, giving some meaning to my life and the minute you 
change, I flip out."

"Why do you do that Mulder?"

"I guess...I'm just afraid to lose you."

Scully thought for a moment.  She pursed her full lips and he realized how 
much he wanted to touch them with his own.  He'd always felt that way about 
her, just too damn scared to do anything for fear of...everything.  Her huge 
blue eyes were tired, as were his green ones. 

"I'm not going anywhere, Mulder."

Scully then touched his face with her hand and kissed his forehead.  Their 
heads were touching and this was the most passionate moment of her life even 
though they were only touching foreheads.  They both remembered being in this 
moment before and wondered how to make it perfect.  Mulder took his best shot.

He gently pushed her back so she was looking up at him, and he took a finger, 
gently and extremely slowly stroked her face.  It was all emotion, emotions 
swirling around the both of them, and she felt her cheeks growing hot.  His 
finger finally touched her lip, and he reached the back of her head, gently 
holding her head still, secretly searching for a bee.  

He gently brought her lips closer and closer to his, until finally, they 
touched.  Once their lips met, there was a pause in their kiss, just lips 
against lips.  She inhaled slightly and a tear drizzled down her cheek.  She 
pulled back.

"I'm sorry Scully," he said with worry.

"No, no.  I just, I never thought you'd do that."

"Was it wrong for me to?"

"Did it feel wrong to do Mulder?"

"No."

She smiled slightly.  A tiny smile.

"Still wanna come in?"

"Yeah."

She turned to open the door, unlocked the door and before she could open the 
door, but he took her shoulders quickly and backed her up against her own 
front door, and kissed her.  It was a little rougher, more passionate, and it 
felt wonderful.  His lips played with hers while his hands found their way to 
her thighs, and he lifted her legs so that she was straddling his hips.  She 
gasped, and curled her fingers around his neck, feeling more and more in need 
of him.  

He moved back from the door with her still around him, and then banged up 
against the door again.  She giggled against his mouth and with her hand, 
found the handle, and opened the door.  They both went flying in but her 
strong legs maintained their position around his waist. 

He found his way to her bedroom and fell onto the bed, her beneath him.  His 
hands tangled in her exotic red hair, and she could feel him needing this.  
She wanted it too.  She'd always wanted it.  Suddenly, Mulder stopped.

"You okay," she asked startled.

"Yeah but, do you wanna talk first?"

She frowned, not out of anger, but confusion.

"Not particularly.  Why?  Are you having second thoughts?"

"No."

"Then what?"

"I just thought you might want to wait."

"I've been waiting forever.  Do you not want to?"

"Of course I do.  I just wanted to be sure you did."

"I do."

Scully pushed him slightly away from his position on top of her, and turned 
off the lights.  He sat on her bed, and secretly wishing she hadn't turned 
them all of for he wanted to see her.  She moved across the room and lit a 
candle, and for that he was grateful.  She glistened in the light.  

Scully walked back over towards him, and kissed him.  He opened his mouth and 
their tongues touched, glided, stroked.  She felt herself unbuttoning his 
shirt, button by button until she decided there were too many buttons and 
ripped his shirt off.

"Scully..."

"Shhh, talk later."

They removed their heavy clothing, and then began to enjoy the warmth of each 
other's body.  She was wearing a pale pink bra, and it glowed in the candle 
light.  His hands went to her breasts, and he lifted the cups off over her 
breasts, and he felt her respond.  She removed her hands from his torso to 
unhook her bra.  It was thrown to the floor and now they were both topless. 

They both laid back, and he unzipped her shirt, and slid it off of her, 
taking her underwear with it.  He leaned his head against her stomach, and 
kissed it, his tongue gently probing the skin.  Her hands reached him and she 
pulled him up over her again, her eyes looking into his.  She unzipped his 
pants, and they both worked to get them off of his body.  

Once they were both lacking clothing, he stood on his knees, and brought her 
leg up over his shoulder, kissing her thigh.  He bent to her center and 
kissed her core.  Then his tongue began to suck on her core, and her hips 
thrusted in response.  His tongue sampled her, and finally he slipped his 
tongue inside her and she let out a moan.  

Moments later, he slid himself into her burning center, and her fingers 
clamped his arms.  Her fingers tangled in his hair.  Then she wrapped her 
arms around his back and brought him closer to her, their thrusts becoming 
more and more intimate.  She rested her teeth against his shoulder and her 
finger nails dug lightly into his back.  

XxX

"You okay Mulder?"

Mulder lied there thinking about the fact that he was lying naked next to his 
business partner.  It was the best thing in his life.  His best friend, his 
life, loving him.  

"Yes Scully, I've never felt better in my life."

She looked up at him.  She smiled.  It was a smile full of love.  She 
couldn't believe all they'd been through all the years, but this was the most 
unexpected.  

"I love you Mulder."

Scully had just touched his heart the way no one ever had.  He'd gone most of 
his life truly feeling unlovable.  His mother was too busy hiding from the 
world to love him.  She was the only one left besides Scully, and she loved 
him.  Not Phoebe, not Diana, no one had ever truly loved him no matter how 
much he pressured himself to believe it.  

"I love you back."

"Mulder, just out of curiousity, what took you so long?"

"ME?"

"Yeah."

"How was I to know-"

"You couldn't had me the first moment we met."

"Excuse me?"

"You could.  You were a jerk, but I loved you the first moment I came to you 
wanting you to inspect my bug bites."

"I thought you weren't on my side Scully."

"Yeah, but you soon found out I was.  Why didn't you-"

"Because I honestly didn't think you'd want me."

"Why not?"

"Because I don't feel that anyone ever has, and I didn't want to lose you."

"You were never in true danger of losing me."

"It still wasn't worth the risk."

"Well I'll tell you what.  You can sleep here and I promise that when you 
wake up, you won't be alone."
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Dana Scully's Bedroom
5:45 AM

...When will I wake up?
Why did we break up?
When will we wake up?

When money grows on trees,
People live in peace,
Everyone agrees.
When happiness is free,
Love can guarantee,
You'll come back to me-that's when.

I'd love to wake up smiling
Full of the joys of spring,
And hear on CNN that Elvis lives again,
And that John's back with the Beatles 
And they're going out on tour,
I'll be the first in line for tickets,
Gotta see that show for sure...

Scully reached over to her alarm clock and turned off Shania Twain's, When 
song.  She kissed Mulder's chest, and rested for a minute.  

"What the hell was that?"

"It was Shania Twain, Mulder."

"I've never heard that song."

"Few people have.  It's my favorite though."

"What day is it?"

"It's Saturday morning."

"What the hell time?"

"I don't know, 5:50."

"You wake up that early on Saturdays?"

"Not always.  Why Mulder?"

"Because it's early!"

"I just like to have a lot of the day to do stuff.  You wanna go back to 
sleep?"

"Only if you stay with me."

"All right."

For once, Mulder felt safe.  So did she.
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FBI Parking Lot
12:54 AM

Scully and Mulder released each other's lips as the elevator door opened to 
the parking lot.  She held his hand and had an idea in her head.  Those last 
few months, they'd made love almost every single day, and loving it.

"Come on," she said to Mulder.

"Where are we going?"

"To my car."

They walked a little ways down the dark and empty parking lot, until finally 
reaching her car.  She stopped Mulder who was behind her and climbed onto the 
hood of her car.  He wondered what the hell she was doing.  

Scully turned around, and slowly lifted her skirt, revealing thigh high hose, 
and perfect, shapely legs.  Mulder placed his hands on her thighs, and pulled 
down her underwear.  He spread her sensitive folds of skin and she felt his 
lips on her.  She'd never felt such passion.  

As his tongue gently played with her most sensitive parts, her knees grew 
weak and she slid down the car.  He was tenacious though and continued 
sucking on her clitoris.  She closed her eyes and inhaled, and finally, she 
wondered how long he could go on, without breathing.  And what it someone 
caught them?  To hell with that.

He released her, and then she pulled him up under her, pulled down his pants, 
and finally enclosed herself over him.  Each thrust was more powerful than 
the one before, more intense, more full of life.  They began sliding off the 
car and Scully leaned over trying to pull them both up again, and Mulder 
kissed her breast that she'd placed in front of him.  

Mulder began breathing really hard and she rested herself on his chest.  His 
breath eased down after a few moments.  She kissed his chest.  

"Scully...I hate to break this up, but I really don't want to be caught doing 
the wild thing with my partner on her car in the FBI building."

"Finally, you're sensible.  Is that a nice way of saying, 'Get the hell off 
of me?'"

Mulder didn't answer, and Scully exhaled a laugh as she lifted herself off of 
Mulder.  She rebottoned her blouse that had been revealing her full breasts, 
and fixed her hair and clothing as best she could.  

They left the parking lot and she dropped him off at his apartment, insisting 
that they get together later that morning.  She needed to be alone for a bit. 
 Mulder tried to understand but couldn't help being suspicious.
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Dana Scully's Apartment
4:46 AM

Dana Scully sat listening to Shania Twain and reading a book.  She'd been 
thinking about Ethan.  How much they'd been in love, how he'd been a friend 
of the family forever, and how her life screwed up that relationship.  That 
seemed like a life time ago.

But before him, there had been someone else.  Someone maniacal who got his 
kicks out of using her as his punching bag.  Justin.  Everything they'd been 
at first couldn't have been more complete.  Sure, she was working all the 
time, learning to be a medical doctor, but he was there with her so often 
that it was unhealthy.  

After awhile she began to feel that she was only complete with him.  That he 
was the world to her other than medicine.  Her family loved him and she loved 
him, if he just would've not gotten drunk all the time.  She remembered a 
conversation with Melissa about it the night after he'd been drinking...

"Dana, stop lying to me.  Stop lying to yourself."

"He didn't do anything."

"Dana, the proof is all over you."

"Alright, but everyone loves him, what am I supposed to do?"

"I can't believe you.  My little sister, who was always so sensible, is 
staying with a guy who punches her.  What is wrong with you?"

"There's nothing wrong with me-"

"Let me get you some help.  You are obviously having such low self esteem 
issues that it's clouding your judgement.  It needs to stop Dana.  Get in 
touch with your inner self and everything you'll find that everything you 
need is right inside of you.  If you just forget this need to feel loved by a 
man."

"Melissa-"

"Here, take this number-"

"NO!"  

"Yes Dana.  Dammit.  I have worked so hard through out my life to try to 
amount to how wonderful a person you've become.  How much of a difference you 
are going to make.  When you're someone's punching bag, you're demeaning 
yourself and every other woman.  Leave him.  What are you so afraid of?"

"He's so wonderful when he's not drinking," Dana began.

"Oh my ass.  Dana, why do you feel the necessity to continue a life with him 
that's only going to get worse and worse until he eventually kills you."

"Alright alright.  I just would like the opportunity to leave him on my own, 
without having Mom involved, or Dad, or heaven forbide, Bill.  I want to do 
it on my own.  No help, no advice other than what you've given me."

"Go now and do it Dana.  I'll be here when you get back."

"You mean...now?"

"No, I mean once he's punched you so hard you can't see straight."

"Okay, I'm going Melissa.  Put a little more pressure on me."

Dana Scully blinked back into present time, and thought about Justin.  Where 
was he now?  Was he married?  Did he have children?  Did he grow up and get 
over this need to drink and be in control?  Who the hell knows.

However, she'd done what she'd intended.  She broke up with him, told him to 
get over his violent ways, and she unwound the chains he's placed around her. 
 Dana remembered how proud she was of herself.  In the family, Melissa was 
the only one who understood.  Margaret respected her daughter's wishes to rid 
herself of Nick, but was never told the reason.  Neither was anyone else in 
the family.

Scully walked over to her CD player, that was playing, You're Still The One, 
which by now was getting old, and switched it to track 13, entitled, Black 
Eyes, Blue Tears.

"Positively never goin' back,
I won't live, where things are so out of whack.
No more rollin' with the punches,
No more usin' or abusin'

I'd rather die standing,
Than live on my knees, 
Begging please-no more

Black eyes-I don't need them
Blue tears-gimme freedom
Black eyes-all behind me
Blue tears'll never find me now.

Definitely found my self esteem,
Finally, I'm forever free to dream.
No more cryin' in the corner,
No excuses, no more bruises...

Hell, she had Mulder now, who'd never try to dominate her in any way.  He was 
a hell of a lot better kisser than Justin or Ethan!
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