authour's note:

***this story has okay language, no violence, and is really just SEX (got
your attention, now, huh?)--but it's tasteful sex that ties in with the
story quite nicely. this is a relationship piece, exploring what *really*
goes on down there in that tiny basement...we know it's just it's just WTAR
(Wishful Thinking Among Relationshippers)***

hi all. it's me, with my fourth piece of fanfiction. i think you all might
enjoy this one a tad more than the others, i hope you like it. _please,
please, please_ send comments and thoughts to me, i could use them. this
story is rated R for sexually explicit scenes. woo-hoo, alright. =).


"Give me your hand"

A fanfic piece based on *The X-files*

Written by Dulce Vita
<SweetlifeX@aol.com>


disclaimer: the x-files and it's characters creations of christopher carter
and property of fox broadcasting company and ten thirteen productions ("i
made this!"). copyright infringement is intended. just kidding, of course
it's not.

***This story is written for my bud, Kiarana. Hee-hee...Thanks for
everything. You're the best. ***




     Assistant Director Skinner firmly shut the door with an angry
strength.
 

     "What the hell do you two think you're trying to pull?"

     Uneasy glances were exchanged between Mulder and Scully. The case had
been closed by procedure, and anything that Skinner had to say to either of
them would not change their minds about any of what they had seen.

      Scully looked up at Skinner with bright eyes and an assurance of what
she had to say.
 

     "May I ask, sir, what you see inadequate about the closing of this
case?"

     "May I add, sir, that all the evidence collected  had been thoroughly
examined by Agent Scully and myself, and by the SFPD officers assigned to
the case as well and-"

     "What you found, Agent Mulder, was inconclusive evidence and I find it
highly inappropriate, for one, that you would even think of making a move
like that without clearing it first!"

     Skinner was sick of the little slides that the X-file agents had been
making, always making up the rules as they went. The department was in
jeopardy enough as it was without the mistakes off the record, now and
then.

     Scully quickly looked to her right. She could feel the thoughts that
Mulder was thinking beside her, how he wished to be somewhere else,
anywhere else but there in that office.

     "Sir, please-"

     "I find that you two have been making these mistakes often as of late,
and I'm beginning to wonder if even the effort of trying to keep the
X-files open is a lost cause. The bureau standards for logical thinking
have apparently not been applied in this case as I see fit. Do neither of
you realize that rules can not be made as you go along?"

     Mulder shifted silently in his seat. A part of him knew that there was
some truth in what he was saying. Unsure of which part, Mulder put it
aside; thoughts of Skinner and what he was saying exited his mind. He
didn't want to think about how he screwed up--the point was that the case
*had* been conclusive, and it was done now, finished, closed, in the past.

     He had waited five minutes...ten...fifteen...before Skinner finally
rose and strode toward the door, holding it open. Mulder looked at Scully,
who had done most of the talking for the pair this time, and the two of
them rose as well.

     "Thank you for your time. Agent Scully, Agent Mulder."

     They had nodded in response.

     As soon as they reached the elevator with doors shut, Mulder had shot
his repressed laugh while Scully released her amused smile.

     "Mulder!"

     "Scully, don't even start," he breathed, still laughing.

     "I was dying...You had this expression on your face and it was all I
could do not to burst out laughing in his face."

     Mulder and Scully had joked around in the elevator, all the way to the
basement; their room, as they now referred to it-- and shut the door.

     The two were smiling at each other, giving knowing glances.

     And gently,Mulder pressed up against her, backing her into the door,
Scully taken slightly aback.

     "Mulder, I got so scared. I could have sworn...I thought he called us
in because he knew..."

     Mulder responded to this with an awaited kiss, long and sensual.

     "Scully, he'd never know."

      Scully looked back at her partner with pure admiration. She loved his
coolness about everything about this, the way he'd sneak in a surprising
kiss every now and then, in between files. She could feel herself falling
in love with him...something she had never thought of with him before the
last month. She knew that, in a way, she had loved him for a long time, but
being in love with Mulder was something totally different. She knew he had
always cared for her, very deeply and intensely. Only now, the care was in
a different way. Or more or less the same way...just with a touch of...
realization.

      Scully had returned with a sweet, tender kiss... softly tugging at
his lips, running her delicate hands through his hair, his strong hands
around her waist.

      It had taken so long for that realization to come in; probably for
the better. Mulder had been given the time to see what Scully had really
meant to him--almost actually see to what depths his concern for her ran.
And it had been close, he had almost lost her.

     Scully took his hands in hers, still seducing his mouth, and gently
moved them to the buttons of her sweater, guiding his hands and showing
them the way to unbutton.

     And she had been in situations, as well; many...too many, in fact,
where she had almost lost him, her partner, her friend. It was sobering for
both of them, to both feel lost without each other, and now, to have the
other found...only this time found in their hearts, in their arms.

     He had managed to get the sweater off her, and began softly nuzzling
her breasts, uplifted by her simple cotton bra; still pressing her into the
door. Scully refrained from moaning out but could not help the almost
silent gasp that escaped her lips.

     But it had been just that one night, about three weeks ago, that had
brought the realization to come to surface.

     And while Mulder was busy with this, Scully attempted to get at his
belt, finally grabbed it, fiddled a little with the buckle, and slowed down
with the button and zipper.

     What was special about it was that they had talked about it first,
they had made sure that it was what they both wanted, what they both felt.

     Mulder unsnapped the damn snap that his been his problem the first
time, with more confidence now, and kissed her all over; even getting off
the stylish dress pants she had been wearing, pantyhose with that.

     He had wanted to be absolutely positively sure. She told him that
*she* was absolutely positively sure. Was *he*?

     He took his hands away from her just for a second to unbutton his
shirt. Scully ran her silky hands over his chest before getting them into
his pants, beyond the boxers.

     It had been three weeks ago. They were at Scully's apartment, for the
first time nothing work-related was involved that night, it had been
planned as a simple get-together of the two to rent a movie. Not a date by
any means. Mulder had simply thought it would be fun. Scully, agreeing to
it, had volunteered her place. But after the movie, they still remained,
sitting side by side, almost back to back, heads on each other's shoulder,
leaning on one another for complete support. They had sat, in front of that
TV, after the credits rolled, and long after the fuzz had rolled in. Mulder
noticed that she had not moved in a while.

      "Scully? Are you awake?"

      "Mulder. Yes. Why are we just sitting here?"

      "I'm exhausted, Scully. Go turn it off."

      "We'll just let it play. It isn't going anywhere."

      "Fine."

      "Mulder?"

      "Yeah?"

      "Give me your hand."

      "What? Why?"

      "Give it to me."

     He put it in front of her, on her lap.

     She took it in hers and held it.

      "Mulder, this is insane."

      "What is?"

      "What we're trying to do. We're chasing shadows with what we believe
in."

      "We-We can't give up."

      "The government wants us out. What we're finding, what we are
discovering--they want it left undiscovered."

      "Or left undiscovered on the record."

      "Exactly. And what about the X-files? What would they do to us if
they knew *everything* we've seen?"

      "Scully, they won't touch *you*. I won't let them, not after what you
already..."

      "Mulder, stop it. You can't keep saving me forever. They'll find a
way to put a stop to us and neither you nor the US legal system will  stand
in their way. Don't you see? They can snap at any moment and then what? We
could get killed...Or, or they could pull that plug, one more time, and
close down the X-files...And I could lose you."

      Mulder squeezed her hand, showing his concern. "Scully, if I ever
lost you again, if they even tried to take you, I don't know know what I'd
do, so help me, God, I would kill them all." He could tell that his words
were reaching her.

      "Mulder...We are so important-this-" She gestured between them, "This
is so important to me." She turned to face him.
 
      Mulder uneasily caressed her hand grasping his. "Scully- you don't
even know half of how much I care for you."

      They were facing each other now. Faces inches away.

      "Yes...Yes, I think I do."

       A long pause.

      "Scully...I-I love you. I feel so much love for you right now that if
you disapeared before my eyes, I swear I'd lose it."

       A longer pause.

       Followed by an even longer one.

       Unbearable silence.

        Then...

       "Mulder. I love you, too."

       And she moved in to offer a tender kiss.
 

       And now, three weeks later, Mulder and Scully were in each other's
arms again. They had agreed to not discuss, not ever make the slightest
hint, or even think about it while at work...But just this once they had
slipped. And that other time. And well, yeah, there was the stakeout last
week...But it wasn't as if they *liked* sneaking around. They much rather
preferred to take their time and really feel the depth of the air between
them. That feeling between the two was undeniably strong, almost visible...
This part of them was separate from the role that one played for the other
when being FBI-- the partnership, the respect, the trust. It occasionally
occurred to both of them that it was, after all, that part of them that
created these new feelings. Maybe there wasn't a difference now, maybe they
were the same thing.

     And he had suddenly lifted her by her waist; she pushing down on his
shoulders for balance as he lifted her over to the chair.

     He sat down in that old leather chair...and placed her straddling him,
so that she was comfortable. He had made sure to that. And so they had done
it, they had made love in the very chair that both of them had sat in
hundreds of times before, reviewing their cases, suggesting possibilities
as to why...

     But they were not thinking about aliens and goblins now.

     Only each other.

     Yet, when they had gotten dressed, they eyed each other once over,
knowingly. Knowing every single crevice on each other's bodies, as they
should have known by now.

     She had put her pants on...and so had he.

     He had buttoned up his shirt...
 
     She had buttoned up her sweater...

     When there was a knock at the door.

     Suddenly there was a scramble; a mad dash for buttons, zippers, shoes,
earrings...

     And Scully had regained her composure to open the door.

     "Agent Scully. Skinner says he needs you and Mulder over in his
office--now," the young man had said with attempted authority. He peeked
inside the room and saw Agent Fox Mulder behind the desk, looking up at
Agent McHenry from a file...

     With his tie loose from his neck.

     And McHenry  looked back to Agent Scully, who he noticed had been
fidgeting. He cleared his throat.

     "He, um, says he needs to speak with you."

     Glance back to Mulder.

     "So...you should probably go on up now."

     "Fine, McHenry. Thank you," Scully had finally said.

     "No trouble at all, " he replied. "Agent Scully, Agent Mulder."
 And with that he shut the door and was gone.

     "Agent Scully? Your thoughts?" Mulder asked instantly, while tying his
tie.

     "More questions about the SF case?" Scully offered back, while
smoothing her hair.

     "Oh, wonderful."

      They stared at each other for a moment before Mulder rose from the
leather chair and guided her out the door, to the elevator.

      The elevator doors shut.

      Then Mulder and Scully had exchanged uneasy glances, just like
earlier that day.

      Scully smiled, reassuring him.

      "Give me your hand."
 
      And she held it.


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