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SIGH
by Queen Mab (genie_30@hotmail.com)
5/5/00

DISCLAIMER: "You and me, Chris, outside. No cellphones, no
agents, no lawyers, no Fox 1013 Productions, just you, me,
and two laptops. Best story gets a lifetime supply of
ectoplasm and lunch with GA and DD at Chez Riche. Ow!
Who's the beefy guy with "SECURITY" on his shirt think he is,
anyway? Ow! Okay, so, you'll call me, right Chris? Chris!" ;)

RATING: NC-17, baybee!! Not too bad, but not too good,
either. ;)

SPOILERS: Might be a few, but I can't think of 'em. Nothing
too blatant.

DISTRIBUTION: Anywhere, just let me know and keep my
name on it.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Yes, this is songfic, but when I heard this
on the radio, I just had to do it. It can't be THAT bad, now
can it? Feedback will get you sexual favors, or at the very
least a lollipop. :) Thanks and smut cookies go to jemirah
and Cori for fabulous beta-ing!

GIVE A LITTLE BIT
music and lyrics by Supertramp, used without permission.

Here we go again
Give a little bit
Give a little bit of your love to me
Give a little bit
I'll give a little bit of my love to you
There's so much that we need to share
So send a smile and show you care

I'll give a little bit
I'll give a little bit of my life for you
So give a little bit
Give a little bit of your time to me
See the man with the lonely eyes
Take his hand, you'll be surprised

Give a little bit
Give a little bit of your love to me
I'll give a little bit of my life for you
Now's the time that we need to share
So find yourself, we're on our way back home

Going home
Don't you need to feel at home?
Oh yeah, we gotta sing
Oh yeah ya gotta get a feelin
Oh yeah come along too
What a long ride
We've come a long way
Sing it tonight
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Fox Mulder wanted...so much. So much that he could never
have. The Truth, such as it was, the reasons why all bad
things seem to happen to good people, why he was so
completely fucked up. He wanted to trust himself again. But
more than anything he wanted just a little bit from--her.
Dana Scully. His partner, best friend, and--what? She had
taken his heart, his mind, his soul, everything except his
sorry ass body, seeing as they hadn't slept together in the
well known sense of the term. An oddity in this day and
age--she'd done it all, taken everything, without even
having sex with him. He felt like a chivalric Queen's
Champion, protecting and guarding her honor faithfully, yet
secretly harboring some very unchivarous thoughts of his
queen behind his steel armour that he so rarely cracked to
let a little bit of affection for her shine out. He grimaced as
he realized he was describing this love as unrequited. Well,
look what happened to Lancelot when he slept with
Guinevere--all of Camelot fell.

Still, he wanted...so much. From her, no one else. One
smile. That's all it took, and he turned into a quivering mass
of flesh, destined to stare at her and just wait for that smile
again. Just one. It didn't take much. Whatever she was
willing to give him, whether it was a laugh or a smile or a
gunshot wound to keep him from destroying himself, he
took it all in like the brightest and most precious of gems,
sparkling in his mind because of their rarity.

Memory flooding his mind like a constant torrent, he
recalled all that she had sacrificed for him. She'd given him
so much, and still it felt as though she hid from him,
revealing so much and yet so little. Scully had, somehow
without him being aware of it, given everything and yet
nothing to him.  Her smile could speak volumes, but her
face was almost always quiet.

He turned and looked at her, the pale skin of her face
glowing in the moonlight. They had been sitting together,
looking at the night sky on the hill in the town of nowhere,
Indiana, just silently watching the dark heavens lit by a
million points of light. Tomorrow they would go back home,
back to DC, back to the bureau. And back to the rigid
divisions that constrained them against giving each other
everything they had to give, and more. He wanted just a
little something tonight, something that he could take back
with him to keep him company for the rest of his life.
Something new that he could remember during all the
sleepless nights to come. A glance, a touch, a sparkle in her
blue eyes that his memory would play over and over again,
clearer than this soft summer night and more brilliant than
this sparkling night sky. He lived for those rare moments
that she gave him, when she could just let herself be--Be
what? Be Scully? Or be Dana?

He realized with a start that he would give his life to see
her when she was just...being.

He suddenly felt the need to tell her that before they went
home, needed to explain to her that now he didn't expect
anything from her, didn't expect her to love him, that he
was so grateful for her and for all that she had given him,
but he couldn't say it. He couldn't risk the possibility,
however unlikely, of her turning away, telling him to stop
being so clingy and monopolizing, that she knew he loved
her and she loved him. Like you loved a pathetic little
puppy, begging for scraps at your feet.

Scully looked over at him and his heart stopped. What he
saw made him rethink his entire belief system about the
woman known as Dana Katherine Scully. He saw love in her
eyes, the deep respect and caring that she had for him.
There wasn't a little bit, there was a lot. Why the hell had he
never noticed this before? Because she had never shown
that much before, he realized. No, that wasn't right--he just
hadn't been paying attention. All this time he thought he
had been the one to give it all. What an idiot. He hadn't
given her nearly half of what she had given him. He always
underestimated her capacity to astonish him, to love him
even though he wasn't quite sure why.

She leaned over and rested her head on his shoulder and
sighed, her warm breath caressing his chest. He wrapped
his arm around her small shoulders, so strong and delicate
at the same time. He shuddered and hugged her closer,
whispering her name. She clasped his hand in one of hers,
holding it on his thigh. She raised her head up from his arm
and stared at him, lost souls stumbling and finding their
way home. She gently cupped his cheek with one hand. If he
could just take a little bit of the love that was in her eyes
wherever he went, he would never feel alone again...she
closed her eyes for a second, then opened them and smiled
softly.

Just a little smile, but to Mulder it was as bright as a
thousand suns at midnight. He crushed her body to his own,
his lips crashing down on hers as a sob rose in his throat.
Though it was small, to Mulder her smile was bigger than
anything in the universe. Their lips twisted, passion
exploding out of their mouths and their bodies desperately
tried to meld into one, their arms and legs wrestling for
position as they both clutched desperately at each other.
They were both surprised at their fierceness, but it wasn't
given a second thought as Mulder eased Scully down to the
hard ground beneath him on her back, he on his side next
to her so as not to crush her with his weight. Their kiss had
not broken, only grown in intensity as Mulder's hand ran up
and down Scully's torso, underneath her shirt and on her
soft, warm skin, his palm finally resting on her bare side.
Finally they broke for air, their lips bruised and red, flesh
crawling with fire. Scully looked at him with wide eyes.
Mulder whispered his love to her, the words falling from his
mouth strange and foreign to him. They hadn't been spoken
for so long, only thought of in the dark as he lie awake at
night wracked with insomnia and self-doubt.

Scully sighed as his hand traveled lower, slipping below the
waist of her jeans and tracing the top of her panties. Mulder
would have given his life to hear that sigh again, just the
way she had done it right then. So different from her
normal, tired sighs, this one was tinged with pleasure and
anticipation. As hideously corny as it sounded, it was a sigh
of love. This was what he would remember, this little thing,
this sigh. This was what he would replay over and over in
his photographic memory, the sound to become so familiar
that he would hear it even in her normal sighs of
exasperation. She had given him that.

She repeated his words that he had spoken to her just a
second before, word for word, only substituting his name in
place of her own. She gasped and moaned his name as his
hand traveled lower, snaking between her thighs and
sliding over her center. His long fingers played her so
skillfully, like a musician with a delicate instrument, tuning
and strumming for each clear and beautiful note. She
grabbed his strong arms as he towered over her, kissing
her neck and clavicle, his tongue tracing the bone and
touching her cross necklace with his lips. She smelled like
wet grass and also faintly sweaty, cool and warm at the
same time. Earthy. He slipped his fingers inside her body
and he felt her tightening, her muscles contracting around
his finger as his thumb rubbed at that one spot...she closed
her eyes and cried out, his own pelvis aching and heavy, his
body feeling as though it could sink into the earth and fly
away into the night sky at the same time just from watching
her beautiful face, hearing her contralto voice rise and fall
softly with each stroke. Scully arched her back as his hand
moved faster, his lips kissing her face and forehead, calling
her name, caressing her ear with his breath as he made her
shudder and cry out.

Scully's eyes squeezed shut as her body opened wide, and
Mulder felt the pleasure coursing and flowing from every
pore of her body, seeping into his own. Her voice called
soundlessly, her fingers pressed deeply into his shoulders
as though she wanted him to sink into her. She panted
heavily, her skin flushed and covered in a fine sheen of
sweat that glistened in the pale moonlight. She opened her
eyes at his urging, stared into the bottomless depths of
green filled with love and fear. Fear that he'd taken too
much for granted, that she would shut herself away after
giving too much--

Scully threw herself into his arms, knocking them both back
to the ground with the force of her small body and hugging
him with all her strength. He was shocked by her
desperation; he could feel her body shaking and the tears
dripping on his shoulder where she had just moments
before innocently lain her head. Mulder whispered her
name, wrapping his arms around her tightly as the crickets
sang and the wind caressed their heated skin, carrying away
the sounds of their sighs. Tomorrow they would go home,
but tonight they would give each other everything.

THE END.

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"Pardon me while I have a strange interlude."
                                    ~Groucho Marx