From: Michelle To: (whispers) Subject: New Fic part 2 Date: Friday, September 28, 2001 5:37 PM Title: Hanging By a Moment Author: Michelle Category: MSR, Mulder POV, Post ep fic Rating: PG-13 to Nc-17 Summary: As the aftermath of Scully's 'Ed Jerse fling' settles, Scully admits to Mulder her feelings for him. They take things slow at first and decide that a new case would help them shed the tension of the last one. They fall into a near death situation and. (I promise there's a happy ending.read it!) Spoilers: Never Again, Ice Disclaimer: These characters belong to ten thirteen productions, Fox and Chris Carter.I just wonder too much about a lot of things and need to stop the voices in my head as do many other fanfic writers! Enjoy!.No copyright infringement intended by the song 'Hanging by a moment' by Lifehouse. Author's notes: This story is dedicated to one of my most loyal readers, Dana, who sadly passed away recently. This one's for you, I'm sure you'll still enjoy it! ;-) The reference to the 'fuck me' shoes is dedicated to Clair ;-) Feedback: Feedback is welcome and treasured at mulderimyours24@hotmail.com and/or michellef@md.prestige.net . Archiving: Yes, but please email me telling me where it's going! Introduction: Hanging by a moment-Lifehouse Desperate for changing Starving for truth Closer to where I started chasing after you I'm falling even more in love with you letting go of all I've held onto I'm standing here until you make me move I'm hanging by a moment here with you Forgetting all I'm lacking Completely Incomplete I'll take your invitation you take all of me now I'm falling even more in love with you letting go of all I've held on to I'm standing here until you make me move I'm hanging by a moment here with you I'm living for the only thing I know I'm running and I'm not quite sure where to go and I don't know what I'm diving into just hanging by a moment here with you There is nothing else to lose There is nothing else to find There is nothing in the world that could change my mind There is nothing else... desperate for changing starving for truth I'm closer to where I started I'm chasing after you I'm falling even more in love with you letting go of all I've held onto I'm standing here until you make me move I'm hanging by a moment here with you I'm living for the only thing I know I'm running and not quite sure where to go and I don't know what I'm diving into just hanging by a moment here with you... Part 1 - (PG-13 for language) J. Edgar Hoover FBI Building Washington D.C Basement Office 6:59am, Tuesday 1 Day after The Ed Jerse Case Here I am, sitting in my office, waiting on my partner to arrive. It is promptly 6:59 am and I'm expecting her to be right on time, as usual. I stare at my coffee cup impatiently, wanting so badly to see her face. After yesterday, I really just need to know everything's going to be okay between us, things got tense and I am worried. I'm thinking about the last week's events and realizing more and more how much I need her. How much I want her for myself. It has been admitted to my own subconscious a long time ago, that I'm in love with her. Sometimes, it's very hard to cope, working side by side with her everyday. She is so beautiful and I have wanted to tell her that since the day they stuck her down in the basement with me. Her firey red hair shines brightly, opening my eyes every morning, willing me to keep going. It's true I wouldn't be here without her, not only has she saved my ass numerous times, but there's something about her that I could never live without. I can't say it's her passion, although she certainly has that wrapped up in her science and medicine. Her charm? No, I can't quite place my finger on it, I've been trying to for years. I guess nothing's really changed, no one could ask me why all the sudden I feel this way. It isn't all the sudden, although, I've told no one. Times get stressful, many cases are very drawn out and emotional, but somehow we stay professional, even in the most intimate ways. Hugs, touches, but never once have we allowed ourselves to cross the line. I know I have wanted to, I know she does, deep down. But Scully.she's stubborn and she keeps her feelings hidden from me, I'm guessing because she doesn't want to appear weak or needy. I've only ever seen her cry a handful of times. I wish she'd open up to me, talk to me about things I know she needs to talk about. She doesn't exactly have any female friends that I know of, our line of work doesn't allow for a social life. And I don't really think she tells her mother much. The same goes for me, no friends, no family. Scully is both to me, yet for some reason, I can't talk to her about certain things. I would feel perfectly comfortable talking to her, but I don't think she'd reciprocate that feeling. These are the conclusions I have come to about her. They toss and turn, wrestle around in my mind until I'm exhausted of thinking about her. About us. I don't know if I should come out and tell her, do a courtship thing, or just make a move. All I know is that I want to touch her, really touch her. We already have a romantic relationship in a sense. We can read each other's minds.and bodies for that matter. I know when she's upset, even before she throws out the usual line 'I'm fine'. But it's been four years and that's a long time for a man.and a woman. It's also true that I have had a few flings to solve my discomfort and Scully hasn't, but it's still been a long time. I've come close to kissing her a few times, but something's always gotten in the way and I'm determined to halt that fate. I have to tell her and I know her so well, that I already know her reaction. But I'm going to take the chance, only because I can't stand feeling like this anymore. The repression, guilt, loneliness and my lack of honesty towards my best friend. I hear her footsteps in the hallway, once again wearing high heel 'fuck me' shoes. I am beginning to wonder if she dresses this way to torment me or to get me to make a move. She opens the door and grins lightly, watching me with my arms folded in my lap as I lean back on my office chair. She glances over and notices my surprise for her, a desk. "Morning," she greets casually and then steps towards the desk in the corner. "Morning," I say, giving her the once over.okay maybe more than once. She's so gorgeous. She's dressed in a black 'Scully suit' once again, but the damn things are cut and fitted to her every luscious curve. Her legs look long, even though she isn't tall. Smooth and slightly tanned by the sheer panty hose she is wearing. I eye her shoes, images and fantasies popping up in front of my eyes faster than I can realize what's going on in my head. Finally I lick my lips, noticing my mouth is extremely dry, then I move my eyes back up to meet her starring eyes. "Thank you," she says subtly, as she sits at her brand new wooden desk, "What's wrong?" she asks curiously, noticing my tranquility. "Nothing!" I quickly snap out of it and stand up, handing her a styrofoam cup of coffee, "Here, I got this for you," "Thanks, I could use a cup," "Bad morning?" I question as I sit back down. Momentarily, my inappropriate thoughts of my partner seize and I focus on her reply. "Just a little," she mumbles, seeming like she doesn't want to talk about it. Scully pulls her lab top from her back and presses the power button. I hesitate for a moment, not knowing whether I should press the matter or not. "You wanna talk about it?" I finally reply, just dying to know what's going on with her. "Not really," she snaps, not lifting her head to make eye contact with me. I keep watching her, noticing how tense she is, sitting straight up in her chair as if her muscles were steal rods in her body. I briefly make a mental note that this is probably not the best time to begin making moves on her, but when do I ever listen to myself? "What are you doing?" I ask, doodling with my well sharpened pencil in one hand. "I'm going over reports for Skinner. Once we get them filed, I guess we can move onto another case," she explains in monotone as she perches her eyeglasses on the tip of her lightly freckled nose. Speaking of the case.no wonder she's acting the way she's acting. It almost slipped my mind, I'm surprised at how easily I got over it. But now, that I see her demeanor, it infuriates me once again. "Look Scully, I know that things haven't been normal between us, but I don't want to work like this," "What are you talking about?" she raises her auburn eyebrow in a questioning glance. "You.you're not talking to me. Not like we used to. I know I overreacted, I know you have your own life. And.and," I run out of words. "Mulder, I don't want to talk about it. It's over, let's just move on. The slate is clear," she disclosed as she moved her eyes back to the glowing computer screen. "It may be over, but we need to talk about this calmly because it is affecting how we work together," "Why should it affect us? I don't think it is, it's just you!" Scully exclaims, getting defensive, her eyes now floating back up to my face. "I need to know what happened. I just need to know," I try to explain, the words I need to get my point across just weren't coming to my mouth. "What happened is none of your business," she yells, standing up to meet my tall stature. "It is! I'm your best friend, right? If I were a female best friend you'd have told me wouldn't you?" I demand. "No!" she argues, her forehead crinkling in anger. "Why not? Why won't you talk to me?" I lower my voice almost pleading with her. "Because," she breathes out, closing her eyes to hold back emotional tears. I step towards her, my heart pounding. I pull her into a hug, pressing her head into my chest as she attempts to rid her eyes of fluid, "Stop this, please," "Stop what?" I ask in a whisper just behind her ear. "You're too close, too close to know," she whispers to me. I cuddle her close, holding her back with one hand, the other slightly stroking her short locks. I feel her arms come around my waist and perch on my hips. "What are you afraid of?" I question, pulling her head back so that I can see her eyes, glazy and icy blue with tears. "Of what you will think of me. Of how you will feel about what I have to say," she answers me, trying with all her might to glance away every chance she gets, but she can't. She can't tare her eyes from mine, why I don't know, but she's drawn to them. "I care about you," I tell her, searching her eyes, waiting for her to reveal to me her secrets. "I just need some time," she replies and pulls out of our intense embrace, a little shaken from the tension. She sits back down in her chair slowly and I watch her, trying to decide what to do. I walk over behind her chair, peering at the screen, skimming over the letters with my eyes. I notice she's still tense, not moving at all, but just starring as if she were in another world. I bring my hands up to cup her biceps, moving them up quickly to her shoulders, slowly massaging. "Relax, it's just me," I reassure her as she glances over her shoulder at my hands. I continue pressing my thumbs into her shoulder blades, feeling the hard tight knots that have developed. Scully lets her head fall forward and I let my finger tips glide up her neck, trailing her spinal column all the way into her soft hair. "Ummm," she lightly moaned as I maneuvered my long fingers around her neck. "Does this help?" I ask her, leaning my head closer to hers, inhaling her scent. "Yeah," she breathes out heavily, drifting her head back all the way. Her eyes are closed; she looks sleepy and angelic. I decide to make my move, bending down to her face. It is certainly an odd position, as her face is completely upside down to mine, but yet it seems erotic. I touch my bottom lip between her pink lips, immediately sticking to her light coat of lipstick. Paying careful attention, I observe that she does not pull away, but she begins to kiss me back slowly. My hands on her neck flinch and then move across her breastbones, getting caught in her gold cross necklace. I pull my lips back a little to get a better angle and her tongue darts out, swiping along my mouth, suddenly I'm aware of her hands in my hair, pulling me back to her forcefully. "Hummm," she hums and then pulls away with a light smack, "I'm okay now," she whispers shyly and blushes crimson, having a difficult time getting her words out. I remove my hands from her upper chest and turn away from her, preparing to stumble back to my desk. I clear my throat, feeling a tingle in my groin. I sit back down, starring at her, unable to think about anything else but our first kiss. "Mulder?" she calls, I glance up to see she's regained her composure. She sees that she has my attention and continues, " I.I just remembered that I have to leave for a doctor's appointment, could you.could you finish these?" she glanced away, retreating her eyes to her computer. "Doctor's appointment," I repeat, "Is everything okay?" "I hope so," she murmurs and gathers her belongings, preparing to leave the office. I stand up, realizing that she's serious and that she is leaving *now*, "I need some time to think about things. Not only between us but, about myself and how I feel. Okay?" "Take the time you need Scully, I'll be here in the basement," I answer, trying to joke although it's not coming as easily in such an intense situation. I watch her leave the office, pondering once more why she's making a visit to the doctor's.or is she just using that as an excuse to get out of our tense office? Part 2 - (R for language and adult situations) My residence Arlington, VA 5 pm, Tuesday I skipped out of work early since there was nothing left to do. No cases, no reports and for once my office is completely spotless. I cleaned it this afternoon, reorganizing, since it had been ripped apart in order to make room for the desk I got for Scully. I'm surprised she didn't say much about it, but I'm sure she just had a lot on her plate. Something's weird with her lately. She ran off with Ed Jerse and there's still some things left unsaid between us, questions that need to be answered from both parties. What concerns me more is that she went to the doctor's today. Coincidentally, just after she has returned from being with him. Scully seems very hesitant about telling me what happened, could it be worse than I thought? I just thought that she slept with him out of pure need, but perhaps she was forced? Uh, that thought makes me cringe, I'll kill him if he did! "Mulder?" I answer my ringing cell in my most normal voice, even though my thoughts disturb my ability to speak. "Hey Mulder," I hear Scully's voice on the line and she sounds better. "Is everything okay?" I ask, needing to reassure myself. "Yes, but I've been thinking a lot today. And I.I want to talk to you," she admits, yet she sounds nervous. "I'd like to talk too. Would you like me to come over?" I suggest, thinking that it would be more comfortable for her if she were in her home. "No.actually.I'm at your apartment right now," "You are?.Then why didn't you just come in?" "I wanted to be sure.," "Be sure of what?" I questioned. "Nothing.will you just open the door?" she demands, as she lightly knocks on my apartment door. I jerk myself out of the daydream, switch off my phone and proceed to open the door. "Hi," "Hi," I repeat, looking at her beautiful complexion, dusted lightly with freckles, "Come on in," I invite, lending a hand out to lead the way into the room. She smiles at my gesture and then came into my living room, twisting her fingers nervously. I advance behind her and offer to take off her coat, sliding my fingers under the openings and tugging it off of her shoulders. "Thanks," she stated. She was wearing a thin, tight, white t-shirt and black slacks with matching sandals. "Okay, I think we need to get back to our bantering or joking or something! We need to talk, this is too tense for me," I chuckle, afraid of the silence and lack of conversation that we are greeting each other with. "I know.why don't we get some drinks or something?" Scully suggests, trying to relax as she eases herself into my black leather couch. "What would you like?" I smile, as I head towards my kitchen. "Beer," "Beer?" I reaffirm. Surprised to say the least. "Yeah, it's been a rough day," she giggles lightly so I can barely hear it. I come back into the room and sit next to her on the couch, handing her a glass bottle. It was quiet, except for our breathing and the bubbling of the fish tank. I only had one lamp on, which gave the room a soft glow and made for a comfortable setting. "I'm not sure where to begin. This is a hard conversation for me to have, you know I never talk much about what I need.or want," "No, but I wish you would," I encourage, taking a sip from my beer bottle. "Why don't you ask me what you want to know?" "Well that's not fair, I don't want to ask questions that will make you feel uncomfortable," I explain, taking another sip of my beverage. "Well none of this is comfortable for me, so it really doesn't matter," she gasps out, setting her beer on my coffee table. "Start with your doctor's appointment, why did you go, is anything wrong?" I ask, concerned, thinking that, that topic would be the easiest for her to discuss. Boy was I wrong. "It wasn't a normal doctor's appointment, I went to the gynecologist's," she admits, her face becoming a darker shade of pink. That's when I suddenly realize that this goes deeper than what I could have ever imagined. "Did Ed hurt you, Scully?.Cuz if he did-," she stops me with a hand gesture. "He didn't hurt me. I just wanted to be sure that everything was okay, since I didn't exactly take my normal precautions," she leans back into the couch, trying to relax as she breaths out, closing her eyes, waiting for my next intrusive question. And intrusive it was, but I had to know. "Did you sleep with him?" I inquire, there was a long pause before she answered me. "No I didn't," she confesses as she finally makes eye contact with me, "Not technically," "Technically.oh Lord," I look away, images being conjured up in my head. "We had a few drinks, I was a little tipsy," "Heh heh, you tipsy I bet that's a laugh," I chuckle and she stares at me with a straight angered face. "Why am I even telling you this if you're going to be an asshole?" she raises her voice and gets up from the couch as if she were going to leave. "Scully wait! I didn't mean that! I was just joking.please, don't go!" I jump to my feet, pleading with her. "I can't do this, it's too frustrating!" she screams, her eyes watering, but her light red lashes press the tears back. I put my hand on her arm, holding her from leaving. "Please, just sit back down and forget I ever said anything, I didn't mean to.," I stop seeing forgiveness in her face. She sat back down and sniffled her tears back, "Just try it again," I encourage. "We went a little far," she began, sniffling once more, "I got naked with him, it was pretty passionate for awhile and we had rubbed against each other enough.enough to make me think he could've.," she stops, looking away into my kitchen. "Are you trying to say you.you think he ejaculated onto you?" I finish, surprised that I didn't stumble over the words myself. "Yes, so I just had things checked out, everything's fine," she concludes quickly. I watched her body, tense, cuddled into a ball on the couch. "So why did you stop?" "Huh?" she snapped out of a short daydream and looked at me with wide eyes. "Why did you stop?" I repeat. "I couldn't do it.I didn't need what he was offering. All I needed was someone to hold me and touch me, I didn't *need* the intercourse," she confides in me. "Why didn't you ask someone you felt comfortable with? Why a stranger?" "I have no one," "You have me," "I.I know but that would just be using you for comfort," she reasons. "I would've been there for you. Sometimes I need the same things as you," I admit, scooting a bit closer to her on the couch. "Is that why you kissed me today?" she whispers, looking at my dark green eyes. I study her face, her creamy white skin, peppered with light freckles on the bridge of her nose and her cheeks. Her eyes were an ice cold blue, glassy with tears. Fear, anticipation, nervousness and.something else, I'm not sure, I think it's desire, but I've never really noticed desire in Scully's eyes. I put my index finger up to her bottom lip and let it graze across her puffy skin then I stop when it reaches the crevice of her mouth and I let my hand trail it's way down to her neck. She shivers with my touch and I can feel it. Never once, does her eyes leave mine. "I suppose.the same reason.you kissed me back," I mumble as I lick her neck, gently moving her hair out of the way with my palm. She smells wonderful and I cannot detect one ounce of anything man-made. No shampoo, no deodorant, no perfume, just Scully. "Wait," she stops me by pushing her palm on my chest, " I haven't been totally honest," she continues. My face distorts from desire to an attentive pose. "I also did what I did as a need to rebel. I don't often get the chance to shed this professional FBI Agent image. I wanted to do something I normally wouldn't do," "I understand," I nod. "No, you don't.Mulder.I-I got a tattoo," she brought forth. "You're not serious?" "As a heart attack," she nods and sits up and I sit back off of her. She begins to lift the back of her shirt as she spins around slightly so her back is to me, "take off the bandage and look at it," she tells me. I do as she says, carefully pulling back the tape around the edges, trying not to hurt her. I feel her arch her back from the pain of me ripping off the tape, but never once does she whimper. "Wow.it's interesting. I like it.it's starting to scab over, does it hurt?" I question as I rub an index finger over the edge of a scar. It was a tattoo of a snake like creature eating it's own tail. The colors and detail are exquisite and I slightly wonder why she picked this particular image. "You're not upset.are you?" Scully whispered as she put her hand around to her back, silently hinting for me to put the bandage back on. My fingers tickle her as I return the bandage to her skin and help her lower her shirt. "No, I'm not upset. It's you're body.if that's what you wanted.then.," "I wished you were there with me," "Well, you had Ed to hold your hand right?" I quip, not realizing at how much jealously was dripping from my comment. "I didn't hold his hand.I didn't want to," she turned back to me and reached for my hand in my lap. She fingertips gently grazed my crotch as she curled them around to hold my hand. "But you wanted to kiss him.and you wanted him to touch you?" I let go of her hand and stood up, "you couldn't hold his hand yet you wanted to have sex with him?" I became angry, raising my voice. "Mulder.I didn't!" she exclaims, standing to her feet as well. She had never liked the way I towered over her and now that she was in her sandals, she seems smaller to me than ever, "You know why I didn't?! Do you know why I couldn't go through with it?" "Yeah you told me," I turn shaking my head. "Yes it's true I needed comfort but Mulder.I wanted it to be you. I only got so far with him realizing that I couldn't pretend that it was you. I tried.God I tried to think about you touching me and kissing me.it just," she stops and sits back, her face in her hands, crying silently. I turn once more, watching her sitting, sobbing into her hands, quietly shaking. I go to her and kneel down in front, pulling her hands back from her face. Her eyes remain closed but I can see salty tears streaming down her cheeks. "Look at me," I whisper, tilting her chin up with two fingers. She shakes her head in the negative and keeps her eyes closed, "I've wanted you for a long time. I didn't know you felt this way. I thought you ignored my clues because you didn't want me," I try to explain. She opened her eyes and starred at my face, her hands searching to hold mine. "I've wanted you too, but it just wouldn't work Mulder. Not with the x-files and.," "This is not about work right now. What we do outside of the office is our time and no one else's business," "Mulder," she presses her hands against my chest, one palm directly over my nipple. "Yes," "My head is spinning right now. I don't know what.I've never felt like this. I have so many emotions floating around in my head.and I don't want to regret anything," she cries, looking down at her hands and then back up at me, shaking. "Listen, why don't you just take some time and settle down. How about we eat some dinner and just hang out, we don't need to push this thing between us. We've waited this long, right?" I suggest, she nods and gives me a weak smile. "I'm going to use your bathroom to wash my face," she mumbles as she removes my hands from her knees. "What do you want to eat?" I shout as she closes the bathroom door. "I don't care.," she pauses, "I don't have much of an appetite right now," I stand up and grab the half empty beer cans and walk to my kitchen. I pour them down the drain, as they are now warm and flat. Then I start to search my cupboards for anything that could be eatable. Finally I give up and order in a plain cheese pizza from Domino's. She emerges from the bathroom, most of make-up removed and she looks so natural and beautiful. "You okay?" I respond. "Yeah," she gasps out for a deep breath on air. "I ordered a pizza, I hope that's okay?" I smile. "That's fine. How long will it be?" "Not long, the shop is just down the street," I answer just as the phone rings. I look at it for a moment and so does Scully, then I advance to pick it up. "Mulder," I greet. "Hey Mulder," Skinner's voice travels through the phone. "What's up Sir?" I say as Scully watches me, she seems to be interested in the matter of the phone call. "I have a case for you. A big one. There's been bodies discovered, unidentifiable ones," "And?" I request, waiting for more information. "I've booked you and Scully on a 5 am flight, then you'll proceed on a ship until you've reached Paimer, a U.S. island on the antarctic peninsula," "THE ANTARCTIC PENINSULA!" I repeat slowly in a tone that was sarcastic and yet at the same time, giving off a message to him that I am not happy. Scully raises her eyebrow quickly, moving closer to me in order to hear. "Yes, that's were the carcasses were found. The crew that's there now were telling me something about oil. The bodies were buried in ice caves that these archeologists were exploring. They noticed black ice around the bodies, it was frozen oil.So are you taking the case or not?" "Yes.we'll take it. I'll pick up the plane tickets in the morning," "Good, We'll be in touch," Skinner says and then clicks off the phone. Mulder heard silence and then returned his phone to it's cradle. "Jesus, we never get a break do we? It's just one fucking emotional case after another!" I yell as I walk back into my living room. "Mulder.what's going on?" she inquires as she sits next to me on the couch. "Now my head is spinning just as much as yours. Trying to juggle personal lives and this, is hard," "We'll deal with the personal, right now tell me what he said," "We're going to an island on the antarctic peninsula, to look at bodies that were chipped out of the ice, bodies that are covered in some kind of black oil," I sighed, leaning back into the couch and closing my eyes. "Okay.no big deal, it's just another case right. It'll get our minds off of the last one," she remarked, "I think we've exhausted that one enough," "Yeah," "Are you okay with this.I mean, can we put Ed Jerse in the past please?" "I guess, as long as you meant the things you said and you don't run away from me anymore when you need something.personal," "I meant it, and I will be honest from now on about how I feel," she stands quickly, answering the knock at the door. Scully took the money I had laid on the table and paid the pizza guy. Then she walked back into the living room and set the hot box onto the coffee table. "What time are we leaving?" she ponders as I remove a slice of pizza for her. "Tomorrow morning, flight's at 5am," "Wow, that's early. I guess after we eat I should get home," "No," I began, her eyebrow raising once more. "What do you mean?" "I want you to stay with me tonight.I want to hold you," I confess, watching her face mold into a light smile. "It's okay really.," "Don't do that. It's not okay. We were shouting and crying not five minutes ago. Just because we've been thrown into another case so suddenly, doesn't mean I want to ignore this like we always have," "I'll stay.but I don't want to.I need some time. I know that we want each other.like that. But I'm not sure it's the right thing for us," she mumbles as she chews a piece of pizza. "Whatever," I roll my eyes, knowing that she's just trying to justify everything. She thinks too much! "Mulder," she growls at my sarcastic comment. I decide I want to show her that she's full of shit. I lunge over at her quickly, her eyes becoming big and then closing as I press my lips to hers. I push her down on the couch passionately, crawling onto her small frame and holding her wrists beside her head. I plunge my tongue into her spicy mouth, tasting pizza sauce and cheese. "Ummmmm," she hums into my throat as I battle her tongue. I can feel her bucking up underneath me, wiggling her legs around my waist so that I'm cradled between her legs. I hear the wet smacking noise of our kisses, our breathing accelerated and her hands, now freed, tangling in my hair. I slow to gentle sensual kisses, pulling and tugging on her lips and then retreating so that she could do the same. Finally, she pulls out for air and breaths, looking at me shyly. "Wow," she murmurs, trying to calm her heart rate. "Now, try and tell me that that didn't feel right?" I whisper, kissing her neck as she peers up at the ceiling, holding my head to her. I felt myself grow hard when her hands found my nipples and began to pull and pinch them through my t-shirt. "Mulder.uh.ummm don't take this the wrong way.but can we finish eating first?" she giggles and pushes me back off of her body. "Oh, got your appetite back now huh?" I smile and sit back up to grab my slice of pizza. "This is nice.I like hanging out here, you know, just being together," "Me too. Even if we aren't engaging in certain activities.I'm glad you're here," I look at her and watch her take a bite of her pizza, a tiny bit of sauce and grease dribbling down her chin. She felt it and attempted to wipe it away with her napkin, but I reach my arm up to stop her. "What?" "Let me," I mumble and lean in towards her. I stick out my tongue and lick all around her chin all the way up to the crevice of her mouth. She sat completely still trying to suppress her giggles. "That is really.sexy," she chuckles as I pull back and lick my lips suggestively, making an 'um' sound to let her know it's good. I smile and turn back to my slice, devouring another huge bite of the juicy hot pizza. "So, we're off on another goose chase tomorrow?" she reaffirmed. "Yeah.the case sounds interesting, Skinner just kindof caught me off guard. You know me, I'd be begging for those kindof cases, but I realize now that I probably sounded doubtful to him," I explained. "What do you mean?" she asked, taking another slice of pizza from the box. "I dunno, just the way I was surprised at where he was sending us," I pause, "I'm not thrilled about going to the Antarctic anymore, I've been there, done that and don't care to relive that case again," "You mean when we saved each other from those 'worms'.well you saved me, my judgment, my sanity," "Yeah, you know.I've been thinking and I might just call Skinner back and tell him we aren't going," "Why!?" she responded quickly. "Because.I.I can't loose you," I look at her, bringing my hand up to cup the side of her neck. "Oh Mulder.heh that's really sweet, but we'll be just fine.we're stronger together you know, we save each other, always," "Yeah, I guess we are.it just scares me," I admit, "I'm gonna go put this away," I mumble waving to the pizza and then picking up the box. I can feel her eyes on my ass as I move into the kitchen, placing the pizza box in the barren refrigerator. I return, to see her eyes dropping and her head leaning against the couch cushion. She sees me and perks up, standing up nervously. "You okay?" I ask, noticing her sudden uneasiness. "No.I should go, it's late," "Why do you want to go so badly? Are you afraid of what might happen if you stay?" "Well.no, I'm not 'afraid'.I have to pack and all," "We can do that in the morning," "Yeah at 3 am, that'd be good.," she comments sarcastically. "Please.I want tonight to be us. I won't push you.I just need to be with you," I explain honestly. I step towards her and press my lips against hers in a gentle reassuring kiss. "Okay.do you mind if I shower?" she asks once we pull apart. "Help yourself," I stated and watched her walk down the hallway. She was absolutely gorgeous and I couldn't help myself. I advance towards the doorway once she was inside and I listen as she prepares to take a shower. I hear her breathe, I hear her peel her clothing off her perfect body, I hear her footsteps as she pads on the rugs, I hear her opening the closet for a towel and I finally hear her turn on the water. God how I wish I could be in there with her.but I don't want to push. She would invite me in if she wants that. My mind wonders more, my arousal growing with images of her in the shower. I wonder if she's thinking about me, I'm wondering if she's touching herself. I literally slap myself out of my daydream and then press my palm into my groin quickly to try and relieve some pressure. I revisit the kitchen once more, making sure everything's in it's place. I don't seem to know what to do with myself in my own home! I go into my bedroom and begin to change into clean boxers, getting myself ready for bed. I hear the shower stop and I halt in my tracks, listening. "Mulder," she calls. I run to the bathroom door and answer. "Yeah?" I ask. To my surprise she opens the door, steam billowing out of the muggy room. She has a towel tightly wrapped around her tiny frame, her hair was damp and curling at the bottoms. She looks at me, her eyes flowing up and down my bare, tanned chest, "did you need something?" I question. "Uh.uh," she stuttered for a moment, "clothes," was all she could muster. I chuckle and then got an idea. I decide to take the chance on my scheme, knowing that some way, somehow, something would happen between us anyway. "Come into my bedroom," I start, grabbing her hands gently and squeezing. "Mulder.," she warns but then stops and follows me. "Let's go to sleep," I slip out the bedside lamp and pull her to me by her waist. "Mulder.," she kindof moans. "Let's sleep naked," I propose as I hook my index finger under her towel and cause it to drop to the floor. She gasps quickly and I pull her to me more, feeling her soft mounds pressed hard against my chest. "I don't know if I can," she whimpers as I kiss her neck and let one of my hands roam over her sides, brushing the curve of one breast in a tickling manner. "We don't have to go far.I want to hold you and feel your skin against mine," I persuaded her, pushing my hands down over the small of her back, feeling the edges of her bandage. I continued my movements until I was cupping her firm bottom, squeezing it in my hands. She starts to moan more and fall into my chest, her hands in my hair dragging my mouth to her chest. Then she trails her fingers along my shoulder blades, down under my arms until she reaches the elastic of my boxers. She pushes them down and feels my erection spring up, pushing into her smooth belly. "Oh God," she breathes as she presses her belly and mine together, feeling my throbbing hardness mold into her skin. I step out of my boxers and walk backwards until my knees buckle from hitting the bed. "Sleep," I mumble, pulling out of a kiss that I hadn't even realized we started. "Umph," she grunts as I fall onto the bed, jerking her down on top of me. "I can't stop.please.you have to stop.me, ahh," she moans breathlessly again as I kiss her bruised lips. "Okay," I manage to pull away, pushing her over until she was laying on her side beside me. Her breasts flatten slightly as she lays on her back, her eyes closed, licking her lips as she attempts to slow her breathing to a normal rate. I shift so that I'm lying the 'normal' way on the bed, my head at the headboard and my feet at the end of the bed. She shifts slightly as I do, so that her head is just tucked under my arm pit. One thing that surprises me is that she's not worried about covering up, she obviously doesn't mind me looking at her body naked. The Scully I've always known is conservative, showing just enough to make the mind wonder, to be a tease. I can't quite figure out if she's just comfortable with her body or comfortable with me? I eye her curves, her chest rising and falling as my arm lies underneath her neck, my hand reaching around to lightly stroke and tickle the juncture of her arm and arm pit. I never noticed as much, but her hips are wide, her pelvis bones sticking out from her lack of weight. Her auburn nest was shaved around the edges, trimmed to be comfortable and tidy. Her legs were even tanned, which was another surprise, I always thought it was just her panty hose that made her legs such a golden brown. Just I begin to notice her ankles and feet, she shifts, laying her head on my bare chest, jolting me from my daydream. "Are you okay with this?" she mumbles, her voice simmering into my skin and vibrating all the way to my pulsing ear drums. "What?" "Not doing it tonight?" she breathed softly, the air floating over my light chest hair, making it tingle and stand up, almost like goosebumps. "I'm fine with that. I don't mind waiting.I'm still convinced you're not telling me exactly why we're waiting, but nonetheless.I'll wait for you," "I.I'm not afraid of you.or making love.I'm afraid of myself," "Yourself?" my voice goes higher in question as I stroke her arm, feeling one of her delicate, velvety hands come to rest on my torso just over my navel. "Yeah.I mean.I've never made love to someone that I am in love with. Mulder, I haven't exactly had a lot of partners, let alone good ones," "What are you trying to say?" "I don't know what to expect," "It sounds like you have high expectations for me, I hope I live up to them," "No I don't, I just think that for me, it will be better.because.I'm in love with you," "I agree.and I'm in love with you too," "I'm waiting, because I need to prepare myself mentally.and physically," "I'm not sure I'm following you on that last part?" I smirk, giving the top of her head a kiss. "Well, I don't know how to act around you when we do this. All I know is stereotype men.men who don't like cuddling and they don't like certain things," "If this doesn't tell you I like cuddling, then I don't know how much more I can spell it out for you," I chuckle and she laughs too. "I know.but what I mean.you know.everyone's different," "That's why people experiment, maybe our first time isn't perfect, so what? We have the rest of our lives to get it right and we can have a lot of fun doing all the wrong things along the way!" "So.you're telling me, you don't care how I want to make love, you just want it?" "Scully.you amaze me. I didn't know you had these insecurities," "I didn't know either until I was thrown in this situation," "You weren't thrown in, you were slowly tugged in by the forces of time," "Whatever," she chuckles and shifts her head as she starts to trace my muscles with her sharp fingernail. "I'm just so afraid of it not being right," "You've got to get over that.whatever you feel like doing is fine. You don't think I'm worried about performance? God, I haven't been with a woman for years!" I let my hand fall to her hipbone and cup it, exploring it's texture. "Mulder.I saw you're.you know.a little while ago and I think performance is the least of your worries," she giggles, I can actually feel her cheek become hot on my chest. "Yeah, well getting it up and keeping it there is two different things," I mumble, she chuckled again and then settles, "What did you mean preparing yourself?" "Well.I have some issues," she trails off, seeming embarrassed. "You can tell me," I encourage, she nods and swallows. "Usually.after orgasm.I cry and I feel kindof overwhelmed. My doctor says it's not that uncommon to.fall down from the high and hit the bottom hard. I come out of it pretty quick with a lot of holding and cuddling.but that kindof intimidates men," "You mean the men you've been with," "Yeah, just one or two," "It won't bother me, I might cry too," I reveal, "Scully I love you.this is different to me too, it's not just sex anymore.it wouldn't surprise me if emotions were brought out in me that you've never seen on me before," ".that's why I want to build up to this, I didn't want this to be so overwhelming, it's going to be hard enough as it is," she pauses, "I want it to last too.," "As if four years of torture wasn't enough huh?" I laugh.luckily she takes it as the joke I intended it to be and she laughs too. "Look, we've got a big case.we've got to get up at roughly three am to catch our flight by five.why don't we just sleep now?" "Yeah, I'm kindof tired too.but let's get under the blankets," I suggest, sitting up enough to tug the covers down and let her crawl under. I do the same, switch off the light and she cuddles up to my chest the same way. A few moments later she lifts her leg lightly and slides it between mine, curling it around as she presses her juncture into my thigh. "Okay little girl, you better go to sleep and stop pressing yourself against me like that," I warn, feeling her curls brush up and down my leg as she settles. "Sorry," she giggles. "Hey Scully?" "Yeah?" "We're gonna be okay, aren't we?" "More than okay.I just need.," "Time," I supply, stroking her hair downward. "'Night," "'Night," Part 3- (NC-17) 1:20am I can feel her, sleeping in my arms. She squirms every few minutes, lightly jolting me from my light sleep as she dreams, she even moans every once in awhile. I watch her angelic face trying to figure out what she's dreaming about. Her moans aren't pleasurable but they aren't upset ones either. She mumbles, trying to talk but I have yet to decode anything she has uttered. Still, holding her makes it all worth the lack of sleep I'm getting. She's warm and cuddly, so soft. Scully cuddles into my chest and I feel her legs intertwine with my own, her bare flesh skidding across some of my sensitive areas. I wonder if I'll ever get to sleep while having her in my bed. I hesitate to get up and go into the living room to sleep on the couch, hoping that her dreams pass so that I don't have to leave her. I don't want to leave her. 2:33am I can feel her lips wrapped around my cock, my veins pumping and pulsing blood faster than I've ever felt it before. Scully pushed with hard strokes over my head, using her delicate tiny fingers to tease the life out of me. Her hand snakes away, grabbing at my sacks as they instantly tighten. Suddenly before I can warn her, I feel fluid streaming up my shaft as I scream out. I groaned loudly as my orgasm ripped through me fast and hard, seeking an exit in hard spurts. "OhhhhhmmmyyyyyGooodddddd!" I howl, bolting up to a sitting position in the bed, covered in a cold sheen of sweat. "What's wrong?" Scully sits up, waking with an alarmed face and a raised eyebrow. She flips on the light as I bury my head in my hands, quickly reddening and feeling my face, hot and flushed. "I'm so.sorry," I mumble an apology but I do not remove my hands. "What?" she stops as she runs her palm over my thigh beneath the blankets. "I can't believe that happened.I'm sorry, I'll clean it up," I don't look at her, so embarrassed. I can tell she's a bit puzzled, but at least I can tell that she understands it's not urine. Scully puts a hand on my forearm to stop me from getting up. She lifts the blankets slightly and peers underneath. My flaccid penis twitches under her gaze, I can feel my fluids stick to my thigh, wet and cold. Her eyebrow raises again as she wipes her hand over my thigh, gathering the thick white liquid. "I didn't mean for this to.this hasn't happened to me for a couple of years.ohh God," I marvel, trying to get over my humiliation. "What happened.I mean, what were you dreaming about?" she implies, keeping her hand on my thigh. "You.of course, it's always been you," I look her in the eyes, the edges of her mouth curl up into a smile. She begins to giggle and I slowly regain some dignity. "I want to taste it," she whispers as she makes swirly patterns in my liquids with her finger tips. "Oh.God," I respond, barely able to muster any coherent words. She dips her finger into my juices, then lifts it to her mouth and enters her finger slowly, tasting me on her tongue. I watch her as she licks her finger clean, my erection suddenly coming to life again. "Ummm..I like it," she licks her lips with a grin and leans down between my legs. Scully lets her tongue dart out, lapping at my thigh, cleaning up the aftermath of my orgasm. My body becomes limp with pleasure, I feel like jelly when she touches me. I begin to moan and hold my breath as I attempt to stay still. Her tongue tickles the sides of my shaft as she makes her journey along my length. Finally she reaches the swollen head and sucks, making my body tense at the sensations. She notices and for some reason, unbeknownst to me, she moves away to my nest of curls, where she cleans the last remaining bit of fluid. "I.I didn't mean to get you all worked up again," she began, crawling back up onto my chest. "I'm.I'll be fine," I croak out in a funny high pitch and she giggles. "Will you kiss me?" she questions, unsure if I'd go to for that. Luckily, I love that sort of thing! I nod and smile, her head lifts up to meet mine and I dive my tongue into her mouth, tasting myself on her. "I feel her adjust herself onto me fully, her thighs straddling my hips, my erection bobbing at her entrance. As she leans down to keep the kisses passionate, I notice how she grinds her pelvis into mine, giving herself pleasure. That did it, what a major turn on.I couldn't help myself any longer and I let my hands roam over her body, down the sides of her breasts and curvy hips. She jolts up at the touch of my hand and begins to giggle. "What in the world are you laughing about? Did I do something wrong?" I ponder as she sits up on me like a statue. "I'm sorry," she snorts for a moment and then continues, "That really tickled," she laughs and smiles at me. "Heh heh, I didn't know you were that ticklish!" I laugh. "I'm not really.you just did it so lightly and.gentle.," she stops laughing, "I dunno, I'm just not used to being touched like that.sensitive I guess," she admits shyly. "That's okay. I think it's cute and I like learning these things about you.maybe your just ticklish when you're vulnerable.like when you don't have any clothing on or when you're doing something new, like this," I conclude as I hold her hips with my palms. I can feel my erection pressing between her butt cheeks and I keep talking, trying to take my mind off of my urge to slide into her. "Maybe," she pauses for a moment. The silence becomes awkward as we glance away from each other but yet we're so intimately engaged in a sexual position and conversation, "It's 2:59," she mumbles, watching the clock. "Oh shit, that thing's gonna ring any second!" I shout, tossing her off of me in an attempt to reach the alarm clock to turn it off. I successfully hit the button and then turn back, laying on my side. Scully had fallen on her back, her head opposite end of the bed to mine, "Sorry," I chuckle. "It's okay.we better get ready, we have to go to my apartment and to the office before we catch our flight," "Yeah, I remember.unfortunately. You know.," I begin, crawling towards her on the bed on all fours, " I wish I could just stay here in this bed with you," "Me too.but you're the one who took the case!" she pushes my chest away from her playfully and smiles. One quick kiss on the lips and she was off to the bathroom before I could say or do anything. Part 4 ( R for adult situations) Antarctic Peninsula Paimer U.S island 5:00 am "Oh I just love gaining time don't you?" I comment sarcastically on the time and season change as I step off of the snow mobile for two. "Whew.remind me why we're here again?" Scully asks, as she looks around, noticing that it's completely dark. "Where the hell are we supposed to go? It's not like we have a lovely greeting party," I get sarcastic again, wondering where the archeologists are that are supposed to meet us here. "I wonder why they're out here Mulder? This is not a year-round search station," "Hum, well, I guess we have a starting place huh? Are you already proposing that the archeologists themselves are up to something?" I speculate as I nudge a piece of ice around with my boots. Scully and I are covered in layers of clothing, we look ridiculous, like Eskimos! "Maybe," she mumbles as she peers down into the light gray, hard snow, "Mulder, here's some snow mobile tracks," I peer down at them and nod. "Well let's go baby," I disclose as I jump on the snow mobile. She turns her body to face me, her hands on her hips. "Don't call me baby!" she lifts her eyebrow to go with her attitude, I shrug and smirk as she walks to the mobile and hops on. I rev it up and take off fast, she grabs around my waist to hold on, her grip tight as can be. I can tell she's never rode one of these things before and to tell the truth, I'm loving her holding onto me like this. About ten minutes later, I come to a halt with my snow machine, spraying light fluttery dry snow up in the air along with tiny ice chips. I notice more Eskimo-looking people and I stand, approaching them with caution, Scully follows me in her usual manner. I pull my FBI badge from a small pocket on my jacket and hold it up as I come face to face with a tall man. "I'm Special Agent Fox Mulder and this is my partner Dana Scully, we've been assigned to this case?" I question, wondering if it still is a case. "Hi, yes, I'm Rodney McCoy," the man shook my hand, "I'm the lead scientist in this investigation," "So what's going on here?" Scully prompted. I looked over at her, the light breeze blowing errant pieces of red hair around her face. "Well, it all started about three days ago. My team and I arrived, attempting to chart this area better. As you may already know, there are no stations on this island and I am setting out to build one. Meanwhile, my crew decided to explore some of the ice caves around here and they've found some interesting things," "I'd like to have a look please," I politely hint and the man motions with a hand for us to follow him. He followed a path of footsteps until we entered a drafty ice cave. I noticed Scully touching the bitterly cold ice walls with her fingers as we walked. I was curious as to why she took of her gloves and was in engaging in this childish act of touching everything she passed. Finally, my curiously grew so much that I slowed until I was beside her and the scientists kept walking ahead. "What are you doing?" I whisper, glancing her hands and then looking into her eyes. "Just examinating the walls.looking for clues, are you doing anything productive?" she snaps. "I.uh.what exactly are you looking for?" I ask, trying to ignore her attitude. "Aliens," she jokes and walks on, leaving me behind her with my jaw dropped in shock. I follow her once I regain my composure, now seeing flickering flashlights and torches in the dark cave. "Agent Scully, Mulder.over here," McCoy waves us to a particular wall with a large lantern beam illuminating it. "It's black!" Scully marvels as she touched the ice wall. "It's oil," McCoy proposes. "How do you know?" I ask, touching the wall myself. I accidentally brush Scully's fingers as I do it and I mean I *accidentally* did it! A light brush made her eyes flicker up to me, dark blue with little white flecks making them sparkle. Just an innocent touch and she was lost in her own world, looking at me, hoping that I would bring her back to what he mind was supposed to be on. I give a light smile and broke the eye contract to give her a moment to get herself together. "We took an ice core sample. We thought black ice was rather unusual in caves so we did some tests. It's frozen oil, but there's a catch. One of my analysts has found some kindof organism living in it, unidentifiable," "I would like to take a look at it under a microscope," Scully interjects, trying hard to focus on the case. "I will send it to your field office but down here we have no electrical access or what have you," "I understand," Scully nods. "Our superior said something about bodies when he informed of this case. What is he talking about?" I question. "You're looking at it Agent. Behind this wall of black ice, is a large creature. Most of it is intact because of the wonderful preservative ice is. We haven't gotten to examine this one yet, but I have my crew working on digging out one that's further back in this chamber," "I'd like to dig this one out myself, could we possible get some materials?" I explain as I look at Scully. She's starring at me funny, like as if she can't believe I'd want to do some hacking myself, when really it shouldn't be a surprise. "Sure, I'll go get them. We have a little camp set up just outside this cavern, so that's where I'll be. There are others deeper in the cave, but this chamber is the closest to the entrance, just so you don't get lost," McCoy reassures me and then walks off towards the exit. Once out of sight, Scully and I begin our normal banter about what this could involve. "Well here we are Mulder.are you going to tell me this is alien?" "You said it not me!" I smirk as I tap at the ice with my finger nails, examinating it closely. "Well couldn't this be something normal? Can we at least start with that?" "Sure, I'm not saying that it's extraterrestrial," "I mean, it could be lots of things. My theory.a frozen Wholly Mammoth!" I chuckle at her response, "What?" she questions as I continue to laugh. "Okay a frozen prehistoric animal, sure I could go with that. How about the organisms in the oil?" I point out as I settle myself on the floor of the cave, my back against the wall as I peer up at her waiting for a response. Before she can even utter an answer, I feel the ground shaking. I jump to my feet alarmed and Scully's eye become huge saucers as the shaking becomes more violent. "Is there a volcano on this island?!" I yell to Scully who is bracing herself on one wall as I do on the other side. "I don't know!" She yells back. I watch her face morph from happy and content to frightened. Ice chips begin to fall from the ceiling and I notice a light snow cloud flooding the entrance of the cave. "What's happening?!" Scully screams and I quickly run across the chamber to her, just in time to miss a crumbling rock of ice that fell to the floor with a loud thud. "An earthquake?" I guess as I grab her to my chest and hold her. I begin to think about running but there's no escape, I can see the snow mists become thicker and suddenly I realize that it isn't an earthquake. It's an avalanche of snow powder and ice, covering the entrance to the cave. The powder floods the entrance with a fast heavy wind, causing me to close my eyes and hold Scully tighter. I don't remember seeing a mountain, but it was dark.and come to think of it, caves are usually on the sides of mountains. I shake my head for thinking of such brilliant things way after I should have thought of them. I hold Scully close to me, still clenching my eyes shut as the tremors begin to subside. "I think it's over," she starts and pulls back from me as if she is embarrassed that I am protecting her. "Well now doesn't 'expecting the unexpected' make the unexpected expected?" I hurl a one liner at her in my attempt to comprehend the situation. She looks at me with her eyebrow raised.man I love that, she's so cute sometimes. I give a shy smile and begin walking towards the covered entrance of the cave. The floor was covered in a slippery white layer of snow about two feet deep. There were cracks in the walls and one large one in the ceiling. "Now what G-man?" she pauses with her hands on her hips, watching me, "What do you think we should do?" "Indecision is the key to flexibility," I sputter in a monotone as I begin clawing at the wall with my gloved hands. "Would you stop with the awful attempt at cliché's Mulder," she banters. "Get over here G-woman and help me get out of here," I demand as I knock ice blocks out on the floor, boulders the size of baseballs to the size of big tractor-trailer tires. After about ten minutes of digging and clawing, grunting and groaning, I decide that we aren't getting out anytime soon. I retire myself to the floor of the rugged cavern and close my eyes, resting for a moment. "Why did you stop?" she questions, sitting next to me. "I imagine that wall is about 20 feet thick from the snow billowing in here. We're not going to get out by digging. We'll starve or freeze to death before that happens," "Now what's got you talking like that? We'll get out! There's other men down in the cave and they'll fine there way up here," "Yeah, that's if there entrances haven't caved in yet!" I mumble, taking my gloves off and rubbing between my eyes, "I have an idea though," "What?" she asks, hopeful. "You're not going to like it and I don't even know if it'll work. If it doesn't we'll be worse off than we are now," "Tell me," "I have matches in my pocket. We could take off our clothing and start a fire with it right beside the entrance. It would melt the snow as we dig, making it easier and faster. The only problem is that we'll be cold and half naked!" I lower my eyes to the floor, thinking that it's a horrible idea. "Well," she pauses, thinking, " It might work. How long do you think it'll be before someone finds us?" "I don't know, it could be a very long time.minutes.or weeks," "Start unzipping," she muttered as she stood to her feet. "You sure? You wanna try this?" "Well, since I can't think of anything better and I kindof don't like being stuck in here.let's try it," she explains. I reach into my pocket for the book of matches. I open them and find only one match.one chance to get the fire going. Where the hell is my luck today? "Uh Scully.there's only one match in here," "Good going Sherlock," she sighed sarcastically as she unzips her fuzzy coat and removes her gloves. "Hey Scully.give me your bandage.from your tattoo. It will ignite better and then we'll work on the clothing," "This is crazy! Why does this happen to us? I swear we have to be the most unlucky pair of Agents when it comes to cases," "Face it, we're just complicated," I quip as I come up behind her, pulling up her shirt with my fingers. She flinches and her hands automatically come up to stop mine. "I'll do it," she utters nervously. "Okay," I back off, noticing the coloring in her cheeks. Why is she being shy? She pulls her shirt off, her back to me as she hands the blouse to me over her shoulder. I take it and then advance towards her again, placing my hands on the edges of her bandage, beginning to rip off the tape. She doesn't say a word and neither do I, but I can feel her shiver, large goosebumps appearing all over her body. I remove the bandage and then set it on the cold floor. I feel bad that she's already half undressed and freezing cold, so I begin to remove my clothing, first my coat and shit, then pants and boots. To my surprise I refrain from watching her undress, but when I look up, I am stunned in my tracks. I didn't watch her dress this morning and I'm surprised to find the most gorgeous lingerie display I've ever seen on her. Scully is wearing a white lacey bra, the straps and underwire wrapped in white silk, the rest lace, open for me to see her cold puckered pink nipples poking through. Her panties matching, her auburn curls also peeking through the fabric. She brings her arms protectively up over her chest, trying to shield her sensitive breasts from the cold as she glances around the chamber apprehensively. "Here, put this on Scully.I don't want you freezing," I offer her my fuzzy jacket as I gather the rest of the clothing from the floor and carry it to the entrance. She gently accepts the jacket and puts it around her shoulders, shivering into the sleeves. I catch her watching me as I set the clothing in positions that I want them to burn. Her eyes are glued to my backside, I'm sure I look ridiculous in my boxers! "Maybe we should wait a little while.maybe someone will find us," she ponders, changing her mind. "We can wait," I responded, walking over to face her, "c'mere," I motion as I prop myself up against the pile of soft clothing. I slip my arms into her jacket and she stands above me, between my legs, shivering in my jacket. What's wrong with this picture? I think, realizing we should've just kept our own jackets instead. I reach up and grab her hand and she smile, "sit," "No, I'm fine," she murmurs and I shake my head. "You're not fine, get your butt down here," I tug at her arm and she comes falling into my arms. One of her legs lands between mine, the other pushes over my thigh, curling around to my back. "What's up with you?" she squeals, trying to pull back. "What's up with you? I'm trying to make the best of a situation. I'm trying.I'm trying to get more comfortable with you," I manage to be honest. "I know.I know, I'm sorry. It's just, I'm not very good at this," "Good at what?" "You know.the whole flirting.dating thing," "Well I wouldn't exactly call it dating-," "Then what would you call it?" her eyes are wide and bright as she cuts me off. Instantly I realize that she's conflicted and knowing Scully, her brain is rationalizing everything she feels, but not what she sees or hears. "Ahhh God.you amaze me, you know that?" I begin to chuckle and she just looks at me like I have two heads. I adjust myself and her so that she falls into the cradle of my lap and I press her body to mind for warmth, "I don't think there's a word for what we're doing or not doing.but there is a word to describe our relationship.lots of them," "Like?" "Best friends.love, honesty, trust, affection, attraction," I supply many words and raise my eyebrows indicating her to 'take her pick'. There's a long pause, I watch her eyes close as she thinks. I sigh, becoming frustrated with her, I can't figure her out. One minute she's happy, then the next she's confused. As I ponder to myself, looking away from her and down at the floor, I feel a tickling sensation on my cheek. It's Scully's lips.she's kissing me! I move my head slightly and our lips brush against each others, our breaths dancing in the cold air. She hesitates, letting her lips linger at mine and then she presses them lightly together and sighs. I clamp my lips shut on her bottom lip and suck it into my mouth, slowly pulling her into the kiss. She returns the gesture, sucking on my bottom plump lip for more minutes then I can remember. Soon I want more, opening my mouth to let my tongue loose, exploring her misty cave, running my taste buds over every inch of her white teeth, her soft pink gums, the roof of her mouth. Without any warnings I hear two small whimpers, I tangle my tongue with hers, making it a deep slow French kiss. We go on like that for what seems like hours, just making love with our tongues, experimenting with pressures and tastes, speeds and angles. Finally she can't take it anymore, needing air and a break from the intense sensations it was producing in other areas of her body. "Um.that was.really good," my voice was deep and husky and I could feel a slight erection coil close to my body. "Yeah.it almost took my mind off this situation," she nods and looks over her shoulder at the ice covered cavern. I notice that the room was getting dim, our breaths had become heavy, the water vapor freezing mid-air. "It has been a good two hours and I'm cold. Why don't we start that fire and dig?" I squeeze her tight to me trying to share and steal some heat. I kiss her quickly on the forehead and pull her head back to look at her. She just stares into my eyes as I notice her swollen red lips and a frozen pebble of water just beside her eye. Was she crying? The question briefly enters my mind and I think she realizes that I notice it. She quickly gets up from my lap and shivers once more, turning her back from me. I reach down, grasping the paper bandage in my hands and laying it just on top of the piled clothing. I pull the match packet from my pocket and ignite the bandage with a hot red flame. It began to burn, the embers cringing at the sides, black smoke rising in the air. Scully turns to watch when she hears the match strike. She watches the flame for a long time as it burns into the clothing. "I think it's gonna work," she announces as she watches the clothing become engulfed in a huge flame. The heat radiated outward, a gust of it hit her in the face and she shivers and steps closer. "We better work fast, before it burns out," I tell her as I dig my hands into the melting snow walls. She nods and walks to the wall, clawing at it with her beautiful hands. Briefly I am disgusted with myself for letting her help me. She's blue as a blueberry, her soft hands are becoming bitter and raw from the cold and the work. Her hair is damp, sticking to her face as the ice melts from the ceiling, dripping down upon us. We dig and claw, grunt and groan as we struggle to pull away large chunks of embedded ice from the entrance. The fire is a wonderful help, in making the ice and snow moveable and keeping us warm at the same time. Of course we knew the consequences though, being cold and embarrassed once we finally exited. Little did I know, it was not successful and as the last bit of the fire rolled through the clothing, I realized that the avalanche packed us in deeper than anyone could ever imagine. I slump to my knees and then fall back into a sitting position against the wall. I watching it slowly die as the melting snow falls from the ceiling, in turn, smothering the fire. "It's hopeless," she mutters, glancing at me as she claws one last time. "There's got to be another way. I can't accept that, we can't give up you know," I mutter using my passion as a motivator. "Mulder, there's no way in God's name we're getting out of here!" she exclaims, frustrated. "C'mere.I want to hold you," I try to persuade with opening my arms. She cooperates, probably for her own comfort as much as mine. Once we settle, everything is silent for a few seconds. I can tell she is worried but I notice right away how she refrains from talking to me, she just bottles it up. "What are you thinking about?" I whisper. "Uh?" she jolts out of thought, "Um.nothing," "Scully," I prompt, knowing I have to pull teeth with her. "Mulder.are we going to die?" her voice monotone. "Now I can't truly answer something like that. We all die sometime," "You know what I mean," she groans quietly. "It's tough to say. We're in a very bad situation here and I've run out of intelligible ideas and you haven't contributed to those lately," I chuckle, my chest rising into hers as I laugh. "Don't joke Mulder. This is serious.and I don't know what to do," "I know, I'm sorry," I tilt her head up to meet my eyes, "If it makes you feel any better.I'd rather die this way. With you.in my arms," I see her eyes become glassy but she blinks quickly, the coldness stinging the liquid. "I agree, but that is also very depressing," she whimpers and lowers her head back to my chest. I put my hand on the back of her head, holding her there. "We'll think of something," I murmur and tuck my head to hers, adjusting so that we were back into our little ball position. 5 hours later "Mulder.Mulder," she whimpers, lifting her head to look at me after hours of silence. I thought she had fallen asleep. "Yeah?" "I can't take this anymore," "Me either," "I.I need you to make love to me," "Now? How?" I ramble off questions, clearly confused. "Mulder.I need to feel alive. I'm so cold, it would make our blood circulate, keep us moving," "I-," "Mulder please.I can't die without making love to you. I've waited so long and damnit.I can't imagine-," she stops as my finger touches her lips. "Scully.I thought I could give you everything.in that respect. But at this very moment, I don't think my anatomy will cooperate. In any case, when.*when* I make love to you, I want it to be because of love, not a desperate act," "Mulder, it's not like that. You know it's about love," "Yes.but, our first time, I want to be perfect. I want a warm cozy environment, a bed or a couch, maybe candles and music.it will be perfect Scully," "I'm sorry," she sighs a defeated sigh, yet still possesses an angry look. I ponder for a moment how to change that look and before I know it, she crawls out of my lap. "Scully.are mad with my opinion? Don't you want our first time to be.nice?" "I-I do.you're right. I just.Mulder I can't do this," she begins to cry, tears streaming out of her eyes. I see the damn break in her heart with a flood, something that she just couldn't stop this time. "I know.I know it's hard, but we're fighters. Scully please, you've got to believe we're going to make it here. Don't give up on me," I encourage as I enclose her in my embrace. Somehow I lower us to the floor of the frozen cavern and she cries into my chest for the longest time. Unable to speak, her emotions so overwhelming that she is incapable of controlling them anymore. I hold her tight and stroke her hair until she calms. "I love you," "I love you too," she replies. 14 hours total I can't remember anything anymore. Very slowly, I can feel my blood run cold, my body producing a sweaty fever in an attempt to heat my organs. The sweat freezing, covering me in a sheen of ice. Frozen to my lover, I strive for any type of recollection of how I got here. I think I'm going crazy, something is making me want to do anything to get warm. Run, scream, fight.anything. But yet my body will not move, my joints frozen, my skin taunt and purple. I cannot open my eyes and I have not heard a sound in the room. I can't even hear any breathing. I desperately need to know if she's still with me but it's impossible to gain that knowledge. I think we both fell asleep for a little while, but my body woke in a fit of convulsions from the cold. She lay lifeless in my arms, becoming dead weight upon my chest. I just hope she knows I have always been in love with her. I know it's foolish but.I never got to show her the way I wanted to, but I'm guessing that doesn't matter now. We've always had a special connection and she knows that.right? God, why when you know you're going to die you begin reflecting on your life. I don't know anything anymore, I don't understand. I've seen the truth now and it makes no sense. Nothing makes sense. Part 5 ( PG-13) Arlington Hospital 8:00pm 7 hours after rescue "Agent Mulder?" a voice calls to me as my eyes attempt to focus, "Agent Mulder," a stern deep voice repeats. I blink a few times, rubbing my eyes with my hands. I feel a needle attached to the back of my hand, oxygen tubes are flowing into my nostrils. I look up, completely focused and see a bald headed man with glasses starring at me. "Sir?" I whisper. "Agent Mulder, how are you feeling?" "Where am I?" I question, trying to sit myself up in what appears to be a hospital bed. "Arlington Hospital.I'd say you've been through the ringer?" he quips and moves to sit in a chair directly beside my bed. "Scully!.Where's Scully?" I demand, throwing back the sheet covering me. Skinner stands up, putting a hand to my chest to hold me back. "Relax Mulder.she'll be okay!" "What do you mean she will be?" "She's unconscious at the moment, just as you were. The team came hunting for you but couldn't find the cave entrance," "Yeah, no shit," "Agent!" he scolded as I lay back down and hold my throbbing head with my hand. "One man fell through the snow in through the ceiling of the cave, where he found you and Agent Scully.unconscious and frozen," "No doubt about that, I can't remember anything.How's Scully?" "She's worse off than you at the moment. Severe hypothermia, a few patches of broken skin from the cold. I'm sure she'll wake in no time," "Can I see her?" "I'm not sure. Why don't you just rest?" Skinner insists laying a hand on me once more. "I'm fine!" I shout at him, shrugging away his hand, "You don't understand!" "I do understand! Mulder.don't make this hard," "I have to see her," "I know.I'll see what I can do, just calm down," he reassures me and I nod. "Excuse me.Agent Mulder?" a nurse enters the room, "Agent Scully is awake and asking for you," "I'll be there," I say as I hurl myself out of the bed and pad in bare feet to the next room. Skinner follows me but lags behind at the doorway. "Scully?" I call as I walk towards her bed. She looks up at me and smiles. Her face is red, patches of skin burns on her forehead and cheeks. Her lips are chapped and peeling, still a light purplish tint. Her hair combed around her face, trailing off onto the white pillow. "Hey," she mutters, managing another smile. "Hey," I grin, leaning down to kiss her. I suddenly realize we're being watched, so I just run my lips along her cheek quickly, "How you feel?" "Okay.a little weak, can't feel some of my body yet.heh it must still be frozen," she chuckles, "When can we go home?" "I don't know," "Mulder.how? How did all this happen?" "I can help with that," Skinner interjects, "You want the whole story?" "That would be nice," I nod sarcastically. "Another group of scientists were being air lifted by a chopper to another cavern further up the mountain. The wind from the helicopter caused the layers of snow to break away and tumble into an avalanche," "Sounds like a movie," Scully manages as she looks away and sighs. "Yeah, you guys went through a lot," "What about the case?" "The men in the cavern exploring never made it up. The bottom caved in and we're still wondering why the chamber you were in didn't cave in as well," "Fate," I mutter, partly believing it. "Fate or not, the men died. The carcasses are still frozen where they always were. We plan to send some more scientists to the area to collect samples for you Agent Scully," Skinner informs. "That'd be great. I mean I know I'm an Agent of the field, but I really would like to stay away from the Antarctic for awhile," "I agree. So once we get those samples, maybe you can make something of it," "I'm sure we can Sir," I reassure him with a nod. He nods too and turns to leave, but something causes him to stop near the door and turn back to us. "There's one thing on my mind," he reapproaches, "Why were you two.lacking clothes?" "Well," I began with a chuckle, "We used our clothing to make a fire, believe it or not. Using the heat to melt the snow by the cavern entrance.and for warmth," I explain. "Oh.okay.hum well done then," he approves and then leaves the room in a hurry. Scully and I both catch on that he had other thoughts to our lack of garments. Once Skinner was out of our sight, I leaned down near her face. Her eyes followed my movements, watching my lips come close to hers. Scully's eyes flicked back in forth, starring into my eyes, then at my lips and back again. That moment, when you know something magical is about to happen. When I saw her eyes close, I knew she had accepted this thing between us fully. Then I press my lips to hers, angling them together so that we were sucking on each other's lips. She moans lightly as I pull back, smiling and leaning my forehead against hers. Part 6 (NC-17) My apartment Arlington, VA 8:52pm "Hummm," I moan deeply as we fumble into my apartment. I push the door shut with one out-stretched hand, the other pulling Scully into my body. She pushes on me, urging, grinding her pelvis with mine as we engage in deep, slow, French kisses. I fall onto my leather couch and my arm glides around her back to steady her as she lands on top of me. She breaks away from my lips, her breathing heavier than I've ever heard, coming in quick pants as she perches herself above me and leans down to suck on my ear lobes. "Oh God.baby," I whisper and can't keep from bucking into her. She feels me, my hard aching cock is pressing against tight jeans, dying to be free. "Umm.I want you so bad," she mumbles into my ear a she tongue flickers inside then back out and around my ear lobe. My hands travel up her sides, seeking her breasts. I knead one globe in the palm of my hand, pushing and weighing it. She arches her back at my surprise 'reply' and moans deeply. Scully sits above me, her head thrown back, I can see her desperately trying to swallow the lump in her throat as she gasps for air. I sit up to meet her, running my tongue along her stretched neck until I reached her lips once more and her hands come up and curl in my hair. I push her back, so she is lying on the couch and I'm on top. I sit back and look at her, breathing and flushed, her face so hot she could be on fire. I grab for her dress pants fastener and I tug it open, ripping down the zipper as I pull them down her silky soft legs. As I move them down, I let my face hover over her center, taking in her musty smell of arousal. My hands reach her feet, so I take one lap at her through her panties and then retreat, sitting back and discarding her pants to the floor. "Oh God Mulder.I'm so hot.so hot," she pants, rubbing her cheeks with her icy cold hands. I lean back down, pushing my head up underneath her tight baby tee, sucking and lapping at her belly button, lining her ribs and making my way up to her breasts. My let my hands push her bra up above her swollen mounds, to find two puckered nipples, throbbing and hard, ready for me to feast on. I clamp down on one, biting lightly to test her firmness then, I slowly flickered my tongue and suck deeply until I hallowed my cheeks. She tastes so wonderfully, no wonder babies love their mommies. I could tell she was getting restless, squirming underneath me and arching her back. I let one hand slip under her panties, cupping her mound of curls, feeling her wetness seep out of her body, coating my hand. I began to flick and rub her engorged bundle of nerves, in a tormenting way just to tease the hell out of her. Then the most amazing thing I think I've ever felt, an actual gush of her juices as I touch her. My lips are still on her breasts and she's moaning, bucking into my hand like no other woman has. "Tell me.c'mon baby.talk to me," "Uhhh," "Yeah..oh yeah.God you're almost there, let it go," "Ahhhhahhhh," she screams and let's the ending syllables out in a cry. She holds me tight around my neck as I resume kissing her swollen lips. "Mulllldddder! Ahhh," "Tell me.tell me how you like it," "Right there..oh God please.Mulder.please," she groans deeply as she buries her head in my shoulder as I continue to tease her. Finally, I know she's had enough, she's wetter than I could've ever thought possible. I insert three fingers into her tight little tunnel and begin to pump them, flicking them back and forth against her front wall. That sent her over the edge, her breathing nearly stops as she grits her teeth, trying desperately to hold back her cry. I can hear the wet slap of my fingers and I pump harder and as fast as I can, limited to the stretch of her soaked panties. I pull away enough for her head to collapse onto the arm of the couch, I watch her contorting face, from grimaces to pure pleasure, her eyes closed tight and her jaw clenches. "C'mon, scream!" I encourage her, knowing she wants to let it loose, but I know she's worried.since it's our first time. "Ahhh.uhhhahhhh," she breathes out in very feminine cries. I slip my fingers from her body and let them trail up her belly, smoothing the milky wetness in little patterns. Then I lean down quickly and lick it up with the flat of my tongue. I don't think she even realizes I'm doing this, still overwhelmed by her own ecstasy. "Oh.don't stop Mulder," she mumbles as she pulls my head up with both of her hands cupping my face. I reach an arm under her back, lifting her to an awkward sitting position. She supports herself for a moment as I grasp the hem of her tee and rip it above her head, tossing it across the room, "Get rid of this," she whispers, pulling her bra back down over her breasts, uncomfortable with the wires poking her in places they shouldn't be. I fumble nervously with the back clasp of her bra, my hands are cold, by body pumping blood so fast to my groin, that no other circulation is occurring. She must have gotten up enough courage to touch me because now she is furiously working at my jeans button and zipper. I finally manage to free the clasp and I pull her straps down her soft shoulders until I can discard that onto the floor also. "I want you to touch me Scully.please don't be afraid," I mumble into her ear as I suck and kiss her clavicle. I feel her nod in answer and I shift to sit on my knees, allowing her to push my jeans and boxers down at once. My erection was drawn up tight against my thigh, almost purplish in color from the ache. Briefly both of us forgot that my pants were not completely off as she starred at my engorged flesh. "Oh.God," she blushes crimson and glances away, our breathing catching back up with us in the halted moment. "Are you okay?" I hesitate, worried that she doesn't like what she sees. My hand reaches for her chin, pulling her eyes back to mine. "I'm sorry.just overwhelming," she chuckles, a tear forming at the corner of her eye, "You think that's gonna fit," she smiles, I guess trying to make my ego skyrocket. "I think it will, you know why? Because you're perfect and we're perfect for each other," I mumble, reclaiming her mouth. I stand to my feet quickly and I step out of the confines of clothing. She does the same with her damp panties by the time I've taken a seat on the couch, watching her. Our eyes met, I can tell she's a little anxious, nervous even. Her curves blind me, I could not even begin to imagine all this is under her suites. "C'mere," I whisper, grinning and reaching out a hand to receive her. She crawls over my knees and straddles my waist, my throbbing cock bobbing at her entrance. I bring my hands up to cup her face, my eyes reassuring her as she grasps my cock and slides me into her warmth. It felt divine to me but agonizing to her at first. She is so tight and it had been so long for her that with each inch of me she grimaces, "go slow baby.you're in control," I encourage her. I'm buried to the hilt, reluctantly resisting the urge to buck, giving her some time to adjust. "I don't want to go slow," she answers after my words have sunken in. Before I realize what's going on, she flexes her legs and knees, using them to pump herself up and down my shaft. I grab onto her hips and use my arm muscles to lift her the best I could. Her breathing quickens almost immediately, her speed matching that of her lungs and heart pumping blood and air through her body. My head goes back upon it's own accord, resting heavily on the back of the couch. I can tell she's tiring herself fast with this amount of effort and speed, not that I'm complaining! Her forehead drops down to my chest, pressing gently as she attempts to steady herself from getting too wild. I re-angle my hips in hope for a quick release, fortunately for Scully, it helped more for her than me. I feel her fingernails dig into my shoulder and I shout out in a deep cry of pain and pleasure, feeling waves of excitement flood my lower belly. "Ahhh.Mulllderrrr," "I can't.oh please wait for me Scully.please," "I'll try.," she screams, pressing her lips hard into my shoulder struggling to keep her cries quiet or non-existent. Suddenly it occurs to me that this whole angle is not working for me at all. The pumping feels wonderful but there's no stimulation where I really need it. My arms retreat from her hips and her movement stops, she's tired and just lays her head on my shoulder. I embrace her, cupping her around the back and pulling her close to my chest. I stand on wobbly knees and begin to walk towards my bedroom. I get to the hallway when she starts kissing my neck and ears and suddenly my legs are immobile. "Stop," she mutters, still kissing me. "Huh?" I gasp, not sure I understand what she means, yet I'm so incoherent to even speak. "Don't go.in the bedroom yet," I don't answer her, still waiting for more of an explanation, "Use the wall," she instructs and I know my eyes had to have gone wide as saucers. "Are you sure?" I mumble, searching her eyes for reassurance. "Yes.it.it might help you," she says, closing her eyes and biting her lip as I thrust up into her all the way. I press her back against the wall, her legs grip tight around my waist, he heels digging into my butt cheeks. Scully wraps her arms around my shoulders and prepares to hold on tight as I begin thrusting into her, going slow at first. Briefly I realize that I've never tried this position before but have always fantasized about doing it with Scully. Perhaps she had too? But then my mind goes blank as I feel a familiar coiling in my balls, hot liquid surging up my shaft at an alarming rate. "I'm.I'm gonna come Scully," "C'mon G-man," she quietly whispers, encouraging me and she grunts and groans as I pound into her. Her back hits the wall with every hard stroke, but she never once said or hinted that she was in pain. Only hissing in my ear whenever she felt a wave of pleasure. "Ahhhhahhhhahhhhahhh," I pant and shout at the same time, each syllable being expressed as each spurt of semen leaves my body, caressing and bathing her insides. My legs go completely limp and I fall to the floor, Scully sitting my lap, cradled by my thighs and embraced arms as we revel in the feel of each other. My hallway My apartment Arlington, VA 9:35am After about three hours of making love, Scully and I couldn't even move. Our limp bodies lay cuddled beside each other right on the floor of my hallway, until the morning sun from the kitchen window woke us. I am awake, but lay still and silent, wondering is she is too. I starts to play with her hair in tender strokes, pushing the golden red strands away from her neck, searching for a delicious spot to kiss. I lean my head down and lick the hollow of her neck and she squirms, tightening her neck to her shoulder as she giggles. "Morning," I mumble in a husky voice. "Good morning," she smiles and turns her head to face mine, "How do you feel?" "I feel wonderful!" I exclaim, but then I decide not to bring up last night. I don't know much about Scully in this area, it might just make her more nervous or embarrassed talking about it. "Me too," she utters and then rolls out of my arms. "Little pitiful we couldn't make it to the bed last night huh?" I chuckle as I walk into the living room. I scan the room, seeing the clothing thrown and scattered throughout the apartment. "Well, it wasn't exactly like I pictured our first time would be, but it was wonderful," she answers as she casually sits on the couch, drawing her knees up to her chest. I walk over to her and sit right beside her, brushing a damp strand of hair away from her cheek. "How did you picture us? I guess we should've talked about it a little more, we didn't know what each other wanted," "No, no! We talked remember, you wanted to wine and dine me?! But it was great! I really didn't care if it happened how I pictured it.or how you pictured it, as long as it happened. Mulder.," she hesitates. I make eye contact, sensing she has something to tell me, "We've been in love so long.and when I thought I've never get to show you.when we...," tears strolled down her face at this point and it was difficult for her to talk. "I know Scully.we were hanging by a moment in that cave. But we stuck together, we always do. We've been through so much," I embrace her, feeling her body shake every few seconds with a pout, "I just needed to be with you.no matter if it was the best sex or the worst," "It was the worst?" she chuckles, sniffling. "No," I chuckle, knowing that she's joking, "I love you Scully.and we can never give up on each other, not matter if it's another person who tries to come between us, or a natural disaster.what ever happens..," "I'm sorry about Ed.I'm sorry about the disaster," "Don't be sorry for either of them, they both happened for a reason," "Which is what?" she asks, lifting her head to look into my eyes. "To show us how much we mean to each other, to show us how strong we are," "I love you Mulder," "I love you too.always," The End!