Really, there's not much I can say of this little vignette... it's a missing scene piece from the pilot ep... really now, didn't we all wonder what happened in the commercial break after the Infamous Mosquito Bite Scene that ended with Scully wrapped in a blanket on Mulder's bed? (Oh damn, I just gave away the ending... ;) Uh, apart from that... romance warning... if that's what you want to call it... this is NC-17. There's not really much else to it. They aren't mine, sadly... if they were, this particular scene would actually have been included in the pilot... as it is, Mulder and Scully are the property of the Messer With Heads, 1013 and Fox. Praise accepted, comments considered, flames used for toasting marshmallows... if you don't have an opinion, email me anyway... talk to me... _Carry Us Away_ by Friday pontiac@ozemail.com.au Candle in hand, Mulder stared out of the door at his sceptical, straight-laced partner, standing in the rain dressed in a bathrobe. "Hi?" he said, not quite sure what to think. "Mulder, I need you to take a look at something." She sounded almost scared, he thought, standing aside for her to come in. "What is it?" he asked, closing the door and turning to face her. She *looked* spooked, pale and worried. She dropped the robe, revealing the fact that she was wearing nothing but a bra and panties underneath... to his credit, it didn't take Mulder more than a few seconds to figure out what was bothering her. He crouched down, examining her lower back. There were raised marks there, somewhat reminiscent of the marks on the bodies of the dead teenagers. "Well?" she asked, her voice unsteady. "What is it?" He didn't answer at first, holding the candle close to examine the marks. What if--? But no, thank the gods, it wasn't... He felt an unreasoning surge of relief. "Mulder, what is it?" she demanded again, panic rising. His fingers played softly across the skin of her lower back. "Mosquito bites." She could hear the relieved smile in his voice as he stood up. "Are you sure?" Scully heard her voice shaking, but for once she didn't care. "Yeah." He was close, his face close to her right ear. "I got eaten up a lot myself out there." Caught in a wave of relief, Scully turned and buried her face in her partner's shoulder. For a moment he just stood there, as if unsure of how to deal with this, but after a moment he wrapped his free arm around her, patting her shoulder. Scully was suddenly aware of her position... she had run into his room in the middle of the night, practically naked and frantic over a couple of mosquito bites... and he was so very close. She could feel his warmth soaking into her. Close, so close. His proximity was fast becoming a distraction. When they moved apart a moment later, Mulder helping her pull the robe back up around her shoulders, Scully's relief was more than replaced by a profound unsettlement at the effect her new partner was having on her. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice low and rough. "I just need a moment," she said, taking a deep breath. "Take all the time you need," he replied, guiding her to the bench beside the door and sitting down beside her. She forced herself to regulate her breathing and look at him in the faint light of the candle he still held. Big mistake. As their eyes met, it suddenly became very apparent that she was not the only one having difficulty keeping her mind on business. His eyes were wide and dark, pinning hers, full of a deep fiery glow. Almost unnoticed he put the candle down on the nearby table and turned on the seat to face her. "I-- I'm sorry, Mulder," she said, making an effort to return to the professional Special Agent Dana Scully she had always prided herself on being. "No, it's okay," he said, his voice even lower, if possible, and rougher. It grazed her nerve endings, set something deep within her on fire. "You're new at this... I shouldn't have tried to scare you off." "Were you trying to scare me off?" He smiled slightly, sensuously, in the faint light. "Maybe I was... I shouldn't have. I'm sorry." "Have I made that much of an impact, Agent Mulder?" "You could say that," he replied, eyes flicking up and down her slight, robed form with an unsettling intimacy. Scully was suddenly very aware of her lack of substantial clothing. "Really..." she breathed, leaning forward. He was *very* close now, a few more inches... "Oh, yes," he murmured, staring into her eyes. "Oh, yes." Their lips met, grazing together softly at first, but then harder, pulling apart and returning again and again, his hand moving upwards to stroke her jawline, hers burrowing in his hair, drawing him closer, kissing him harder as his other hand slid upwards, resting on her robed hip, her waist... This was crazy, totally insane, she told herself, remembering with difficulty how she had tried to ignore her physical attraction to him... but it was more than that, more than just physical... although right at that moment the physical was *very* compelling as his hand slid across to cup her breast through the robe, his other hand pushing through her hair, drawing her to him as if he was trying to meld them into one, their kiss deepening as tongues duelled, exploring each other's lips, mouths... but it felt so *right*. She couldn't remember anything in her whole life that had felt as right as this did. His mouth slid away from hers, she lunged for those full, sensuous lips again but they were already working their magic down her jawline, soft kisses placed in the hollow beneath her ear, working their way down the sensitive skin of her neck, down to the hollow of her throat... her head was arching back of its own accord, the exquisitely light pressure of his lips on her skin, his breath warm against her throat, driving all rational thought from her mind. She moaned softly, involuntarily, one hand slding down his back, caressing the ridges of muscle, tracing his form possessively, ecstatically, drawing him against her. His mouth was working its way down yet further, down the loose neckline of her robe, pushing the towelled fabric aside as he placed soft kisses on the curve of her breast, his hand coming up to pull the satin bra out of the way. "Oh, god," she moaned as he took the nipple in his mouth, running his tongue across the hard, textured surface. "Oh, Mulder..." Her hands worked urgently at his waistband, fumbling the sweat pants aside and sliding down, seeking his hard, hot erection. She stroked the length of him, moaning again as he pulled away from her nipple, turning his attention to the other side. Her free hand came up to grasp the back of his head, pressing him against her as she arched to meet him. He withdrew, leaning back to meet her eyes in the faint light. "Come with me," he whispered in a rough voice, full of heated desire. "I want you," she whispered, leaning forward to kiss him again. "Not here," he managed, drawing back from her insistent kisses long enough to form the words. "The bed." She blinked, nodded, squeezing him and withdrawing her hand. They stumbled the few feet across the motel room to the bed, holding each other up while attempting to rid themselves of as much clothing as possible, Scully letting her robe fall to the floor, tugging at the waistband of Mulder's sweats, pulling them out of the way as they fell across the bed together, his lean, hard body pressing hers to the blankets. He paused long enough to let her pull his pants all the way off before leaning back down, giving in to her urgent kisses. His hands slid up the sensitive skin of her waist, moving back down again and taking the thin fabric of her panties with them as his mouth pressed against hers insistently, seeking entry. She pulled back enough to meet his gaze, smiling slightly, alluringly. "Mulder." "You're so beautiful," he murumured. "So beautiful..." "Ssh..." she murmured, pressing a finger to his lips, sliding it down gently, teasingly, twining her fingers into his hair and pulling his head down to meet her in a deep, hard kiss that seemed to last forever even as his hand slid down, brushing against her soft curls, moving down to her warm folds, finding her already damp and more than ready as he slipped a finger inside, plunging her warm depths as she arched against him. "Now," she whispered. "Mulder, now, oh god, Mulder..." she moved beneath him, pressing upwards against his erection, feeling him hot and hard against her. He withdrew his fingers, letting them trail across her hard clitoris so that she shuddered and moaned his name again, softly, her voice almost a whimper. Scully gasped as he entered her, hot and full and insistent, pressing deeply into her as she arched beneath him, inviting him deeper. He moved slowly at first, wanting to make it last, but her soft moans and the insistent pressure of her hands on his shoulders, his back, his buttocks, pulling him into her, urged him to move faster, the two of them rocking together with ever-increasing urgency, mouths pressing feverishly together as they soared towards release. Mulder moved downward, kissing and nipping at the soft skin of her neck, hand caressing her hardened nipple. She writhed beneath him, hands finding their way once again into his hair, pressing him against her as she moaned his name aloud, convulsing beneath him as wave upon wave of ecstasy rushed through her, sending her spinning over the edge and pulling him with her into oblivion... Mulder tightened his arms around his partner, holding her slight form against him. She kissed his chest drowsily, and he leaned down for a long, lingering kiss. "What did we just do?" he asked wonderingly. They lay together on the motel bed, on their sides, the cool air raising goosebumps on exposed skin but neither of them willing to break the embrace. She smiled into the darkness. "You don't know?" He smiled back, burying his face in her hair and breathing in her fragrance. "You know what I mean." "I know." Her voice was quiet, grave. "But I also know that nothing in my life ever felt so right." She felt him shift slightly against her. "Fox Mulder." Her voice was soft but commanding. "Look at me." He drew back enough to meet her gaze. "You and I are mature adults. We are responsible for our own actions. I chose to make love with you. If that's not what you want, we can wrap up this case, go back to DC and I'll ask to be reassigned. We can forget this ever happened and go on with our lives." She couldn't see his face, but she knew he was frowning. The idea held little appeal for her... all of a sudden, it was difficult to envision her life without him in it. She didn't *want* to leave him now... but it was up to him. "Well?" she asked quietly. He pulled her back against him. "No. I-- That's not what I want. But what else is there?" She smiled slightly into the darkness. "We go on. We're federal agents... we can keep a secret if we try. Even this one. If that's what we really want." "I really want." His voice was rough with warmth and emotion. "I love you, Fox Mulder." "I love you, Dana Scully." Scully nodded contentedly, shivering slightly in the cool air. "Are you cold?" His voice was rich with concern. "A little," she admitted. "There was a spare blanket in the bathroom..." she felt his warmth recede as he withdrew, groping around in the semi-darkness for his sweat pants. Without warning something soft fell across Scully- picking it up she recognized by feel the towelled fabric of her robe. Feeling the chill in the air now that he had moved away, she pulled it around herself, running a hand through her hair to sweep it out of her face. Mulder was coming back from the bathroom, fully dressed, a blanket in hand. She stood up, letting him wrap the prickly woollen blanket around her, smiling up at him with intimate warmth as his hands trailed across her body. Wrapped in the blanket, Scully lay across the narrow bed, Mulder sitting on the floor, his head resting against the bedspread, tilted back to face her. "I was twelve when my sister disappeared-- she was eight..." _end_ "Something so strong could carry us away." - Crowded House X----------------------------------------------------------------X | Somewhere, just out of sight, the unicorns are gathering. | | xxxxxxx <*> xxxxxxx | |Love conquers all. Amor vincit omnia. El amor lo conquista todo.| X----------------------------------------------------------------X