From: Leyla Harrison Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative Subject: NEW: Dreams (1/1) **NC-17** Date: Tue, 25 Jun 1996 15:05:04 -0700 DREAMS (1/1) by Leyla Harrison (starbuck72@netaxis.ca) Disclaimer: The characters of Dana Scully and Fox Mulder do not belong to me. They are the creation and property of Chris Carter, 1013 Productions and Fox Television. I am using them without permission...but I promise to give them back when I'm done!! WARNING!!! This story is rated NC-17 for explicit descriptions of sexual activity between Mulder and Scully. So if you're underage, stop reading. And if this kind of fanfic bothers you, stop reading. For the rest of you who are still with me, enjoy the story! It's just a short little something I thought of this morning. ***** Dana Scully sat up in bed and checked the clock. It was three fifteen. There was a cool breeze in the room, blowing directly on her, making her shiver. She looked around. One of the windows was open about six inches. She stared at it dumbly for a few minutes. She hadn't left any windows open when she had gone to sleep hours before. She reached for her gun on the bedside table and pulled it quietly from its holster. She checked to be sure it was loaded, then removed the safety. She pulled the covers back and slid out of bed quietly, going to the window, checking the street below. Nothing was there. Darkness flooded the quiet side street. She went into the living room, holding her gun carefully, ready, checking each window and then slipping into the kitchen. She followed the same routine in the bathroom. Then back into the bedroom. There was no one in the house with her. She slipped the window closed, and chided herself mentally as she put the gun back in its holster and crawled back into bed. The last few days had been draining. She was physically and emotionally exhausted. I probably opened the window and forgot about it, she thought. She closed her eyes. And then she heard it. Soft creaking of the floorboards. She rolled over onto her back. Could it be from the people upstairs? She kept her eyes closed for a moment, trying to use her acute sense of hearing. The reaking stopped. Then it started again. This time it sounded closer. She opened her eyes and a man was standing in the shadows, over her bed, right over her. Her hands flew to the bedside table instinctively, going for her gun. But he was too quick for her. He grabbed her hands and pinned them to the bed. "Hey!" she cried out, and was quickly silenced by a sharp blow to her face. She saw stars. Her jaw stung, and she tasted blood. She quickly tried to reorient herself, and the man was still there, kneeling on the side of the bed, still pinning her body down with unbelievable strength. Robbery, she thought. He's trying to rob the place. "Take whatever you want," she murmured through the pain that still engulfed her. He brought his face closer to hers so that she could see it in the darkness. "My name is Juan Reyes," he said, his voice cold and unflinching. "I am here to kill you." He pulled a knife from his pocket and brought it to her neck, right under her chin. She tried not to breathe hard. She could feel the cool blade up against her windpipe. ***** "Jesus!" Scully gasped, throwing herself upright in bed, breathing heavily. A nightmare, she told herself. It was just a bad dream. She was drenched in sweat. She looked over at the window. It was closed, just as she had left it before she went to bed. She struggled to recall the man in her dream. What was his name? What did his face look like? She couldn't remember. All she could recollect was the knife at her throat. The terror as she realized that he was going to kill her. She tried to calm down. It was so vivid, she thought. As if it was real. The phone beside her jangled loudly. She jumped, startled, and then relaxed as she realized that it was just the phone. She shook her head, surprised at her ability to scare so easily, then answered it. "Scully." "It's me," she heard Mulder's familiar voice. "Did I wake you?" "No," she replied, sinking back into the pillows. "I was awake." "It's three in the morning, Scully. What were you doing awake?" "Probably the same reason you're awake," she guessed. There was silence. "I wasn't aware that you had nightmares, Agent Scully," Mulder finally said. "Sometimes," she replied. "Want to talk about it?" he asked. "I don't really remember it, Mulder," she answered truthfully. Mulder was silent again. "You remember yours?" "Vividly," he answered, pain in his voice. Scully sat up. "Are you OK?" she asked. He didn't answer. "Mulder?" "I'm OK," he sighed, "but I just feel so...I don't know, unsettled." She was surprised. Since when did Mulder feel unsettled? Since when did he start admitting feelings like that to her? They usually both kept their emotional barriers so well constructed. "Well," she finally said, "since we're both up, do you want to come over? I could make some coffee. We could talk." "I would like that," he replied gratefully. "OK, I'll see you in a while," she answered, and they both hung up. Scully sat in bed, contemplating this. Mulder, coming over at three in the morning for coffee. Something about it was very...disconcerting. And yet comforting at the same time. She got up, put a robe on over her pajamas, and went into the kitchen to start the coffee. ***** Mulder arrived fifteen minutes later, which meant that he likely sped the entire way over to her apartment. She heard his soft rapping on her door and checked through the peephole just to be sure it was him, then unlocked the door and let him in. He was wearing sweats and a t-shirt, which meant that he hadn't changed out of his sleepwear, either. He had just come over. "Why don't you sit down," she indicated towards the couch, "and I'll get you some coffee." Scully headed into the kitchen. Mulder headed for the couch. Scully returned in a few minutes with two steaming cups of coffee, handed one to him, and sat down next to him on the couch, curling her feet under her. "So what was your dream about?" she asked, sipping the hot coffee. "You," he answered matter-of-factly. Scully looked at him. "Me?" she asked. He nodded. "Someone had...taken you again. And they took me as well. Made me watch what they did to you." Scully felt a tremble go through her. "What did they do?" she asked, not sure if she wanted to know. "They tortured you, Scully," he answered, and Scully noticed that his eyes wouldn't look directly at her as he spoke. "They made me watch as they tortured you. Then they killed you." Mulder's gaze was somewhere across the room, unfocused, obviously recalling the horror of the dream. "Mulder," Scully said quietly, trying to bring him back. He didn't look at her, or respond. She set her mug down on the coffee table and took the mug from his hands, setting it down as well. "Mulder," she repeated, taking his hands in hers, an uncharacteristic gesture for her. "It was just a dream." His hands felt warm in hers. He looked up at her. "I know," he said softly. "But it seemed so real, Scully." She nodded silently, continuing to keep his hands in hers. He looked down at their clasped hands, then back up to her face. "If anything happened to you..." he trailed off. Scully nodded again, unable to speak. She knew what he was trying to say. That as far as he was concerned, that her life was more important to him than his own. She already knew that. The power of that thought was overwhelming to her. She wanted to acknowledge it somehow, but didn't know what words to use. "Come here," she whispered, and let go of his hands to open her arms to him. Mulder came to her willingly, and he wrapped his arms around her, holding her, letting her hold him. Scully could feel his heart beating against her chest, feel his breathing. After a few minutes of silence, Mulder released her, yet he stayed close to her. Their faces were inches from each others. Scully felt her own heart rate speed up. Mulder was staring at her with intensity. With desire. "Mulder," she whispered. He leaned in to kiss her before she could say anything more. His mouth descended on hers gently, his lips feeling the softness and fullness of hers, his hands holding her face, her head, keeping her close to him. Scully felt a shudder of excitement go through her. The one thing she kept hidden from him, the one thing she kept hidden from herself, was the passion that she felt for him. And now, here it was, out in the open. He was kissing her, and she was kissing him back. Scully's lips parted and Mulder's tongue slipped inside, exploring her mouth more fully. He kissed her hungrily, passionately. Scully wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer to her, leaning back on the couch so that she could feel the weight of his upper body on hers, raking her hands through his hair, feeling the rippling muscles of his neck, his shoulders. Mulder's hands slipped over her body as well, under the white fleece robe she wore, opening it, feeling the smooth cotton of her pajamas underneath, slipping one hand over her stomach, her back, gently over her chest, her breasts... Scully felt alarm bells going off in her head. Mulder, she told herself. This is Mulder, my partner! She pulled away from him. They were both breathing raggedly. "Mulder," she gasped, unsure of what to say to him. She knew her face was flushed; she could feel the heat on her cheeks. Mulder pulled away. "I'm sorry, Scully," he said, lowering his head. "This wasn't why I came over. I didn't..." "I know," she answered quickly, cutting him off. "It wasn't why I invited you to come over." Mulder lifted his head and they stared at each other for a long moment. "What are we doing?" she asked. "I don't know," he confessed, "but whatever mistake we think we're making...it feels right, Scully." She couldn't lie. "I know," she said. "We could forget about this," he said. "I could go home now, and we can forget that this ever happened. Or..." "Or what?" she asked, knowing that she didn't want him to leave. "I don't know, Scully. We could just let this happen. Consequences and all." "What do you want to do?" she asked him. "I don't want to leave," he answered immediately. "I don't want to forget that this happened." "Me neither," she said, and he leaned down to kiss her again, this time more tenderly, helping her to shift her body so that her feet were not trapped under her anymore, so that she was more stretched out on the couch. "Maybe..." she whispered, "maybe we should go to the bedroom." Mulder nodded, getting up, taking her hand as they turned off the lights in the rest of the apartment and headed for the darkened bedroom. After adjusting his eyes, Mulder could see the bed, still unmade from where she had been laying before she had called. Scully took her robe off and sat down on the edge of the bed, nervous. It had been a long time since she had let someone see this part of her. Mulder stood before her, stripped off his t-shirt, and kneeled down on the floor so that they were at equal height. Scully ran her hands over his chest. She had seen it before, but those times were when he had been injured, or in the hospital. This was different. She let her fingers trail lightly across his nipples, and he gasped at the sensation. Mulder leaned forward and unbuttoned the tops of her pajamas, watching her eyes carefully for some sign that what he was doing was all right with her. She kept her eyes locked to his, and when the buttons were undone, and Mulder slipped the top off her shoulders, he looked down at her. Scully felt a moment's fear as she worried that she didn't stack up to his ideal, so to speak. But the look on his face as he looked at her told her everything she needed to know. "You're beautiful, Scully," he breathed. She smiled shyly. In bed, the held each other, kissing, so that they were bare chest to chest. The sensation, Mulder thought, was incredible. Mulder could feel the hardened nipples of Scully's breasts against his chest, and he reached down to take one between his thumb and forefinger and gently squeezed it and rolled it under the tips of his fingers. He bent his head to take the other in his mouth, running his tongue over it, taking it gently between his lips, letting his teeth lightly run over it. Scully sighed, her lips at his ear. "Mulder," she whispered, in a tone he knew he had never heard before. Mulder's face was at her throat, and he kissed the base of his softly, making his way back up to her face, kissing her eyelids, her nose, her chin, and finally, her lips. He could feel Scully moving her body so that she was pressed up against him. She could feel how hard he was through the thin cloth of her pajama bottoms and his sweats. She murmured something. "What?" he asked softly, lovingly. "Too many clothes," she repeated huskily, and Mulder slipped off his sweats as she slipped off her bottoms quickly. She didn't want to be without his touch for more than a second. She could feel him now, naked against her. His legs were firm and muscular. She slipped a hand between his legs to take his erection, wrapping her cool fingers around it, squeezing it lightly, letting her hand travel the length of it, from tip to base. "Ahh, Scully," he moaned softly. Scully smiled, then kissed him. She moved her hand up and down a few more times, then she felt Mulder's hand over hers, stopping her. "If you keep that up, I won't be able to hold on for much longer," he told her. He kissed her, hard, hungry. Scully felt his erection against her leg. "Mulder," she gasped. "I haven't done this in so long," she confessed. The look on his face told her that it didn't matter. That he loved her all the more. "Do you know how long I have wanted you?" he asked. "Do you know how long I've loved you?" She shook her head. "Tell me," she whispered, looking into his eyes. "It feels like forever." Mulder slipped his own hand between her legs, running his hands along her inner thighs, feeling her tremble as he parted her legs and ran his fingers along her slick inner folds, finding her moist and hot. He found her clitoris, and played with it gently, causing her to moan and throw her head back, clutching at him tightly. "Mulder," she gasped, "oh, God, Mulder." He moved between her legs, finding her open and ready for him. "Scully," he said softly at her ear, "if you're not sure..." "I'm sure," she answered with no hesitation. "I'm sure, Mulder." He sank into her with one thrust, filling her, and they both gasped. Scully held his arms tightly. "Oh, God," he said, overwhelmed by the incredible sensation of being in her. He began to move within her slowly at first, his strokes increasing in speed steadily. He watched her to see what made her moan. Which angle she liked better. Which speed. Her eyes were open, and she was turning her head from side to side, gasping softly. Mulder lifted her legs to that he could thrust deeper into her. "Oh!" she cried, and a small smile crossed his lips. He thrust faster and deeper into her, content that he had found what made her feel the most aroused. "Mulder," she gasped. "I'm close..." He knew. Her arousal was bringing him closer to the edge. "Scully," he whispered, closing his eyes, continuing to stroke within her faster. "Open your eyes," she whispered, a command. "I want you to see me." He opened his eyes again, and saw her face contort as the beginnings of her orgasm began to overtake her. "Mulder..." she managed to get out, and then she was moaning, writhing under him, and she was coming, and he was coming as well, calling out her name, gasping. When the force of the orgasm calmed, Mulder stroked her face gently, still inside her. "Am I too heavy for you?" he asked, suddenly aware of how tiny she was under him compared to his large frame. "No," she answered, smiling, contented. "Scully," he said to her softly, "Dana. I love you." She smiled, tears of happiness in her eyes. "I know," she answered. "I love you, too." He finally slipped out of her, taking her in his arms, holding her close to him, feeling her breathing slow down as she drifted off into sleep. Sleep came to him quickly as well, and the last thought that he had was that he knew that his nightmares would not haunt him for the rest of the night. END