Title: Music and Passion (4/4)
Author: Dana E. Vassy
Rating: G
Category: Mulder angst, M/F marriage (references) MSR
Spoilers: Um, Je Souhaite? Not much really..
Disclaimer: Sometimes, I take musicals and songs and mix
them up with the X-Files. My therapist says it helps, so
Chris, Fox, 1013 don't deny me. You'll have them back
intact (unless you make a hash of season 8) The rights of
Rodgers & Hammerstein, and Barry Manilow are noted and
shamelessly monopolised. But don't make me set Hillary on
you...
Feedback: She sits there so refined, and drinks herself
half blind. Send thoughts to
scullys_no_slut@viceprez.fsnet.co.uk while I can still read
em..
Summary: Mulder needs a favour, which results in a theme
wedding, dancing and a realisation. Inpsired by the Barry
Manilow songs 'Copacbana' and 'Ready To Take A Chance Again'
Distribution: Yes to Gossamer/Legacy. Anyone else, please
ask first. I'll say yes, in all likelihood..
The band had played enough popular tunes to keep the dance
floor busy all night. Through all the reunions, Mulder had
been dragged off by various friends to dance. In four
hours, he hadn't managed to dance with Scully, since just
about every man in the place had asked for her company on
the floor. Mulder supposed it for the best, dancing wasn't
his favourite sport. Scully seemed distracted, talking
politely to her partner, but holding back somehow. Probably
due to the unfamiliarity of everyone, he mused.
He met her eyes as the cheesy tune ended. Crossing the
dance floor, Scully met him at the buffet table. She was
flushed with the exertion of dancing, dragging the weight
of her huge dress all the while.
"Enjoying yourself Scully?"
"Ssh, it's Dana. And yes, your friends are charming
people."
He paused for a moment, toying with the rim of his
champagne flute.
"You're holding back on something. It's got me
intrigued."
It was Scully's turn to fidget, playing the naive card as
her trumps.
"There's nothing really, Mulder. It's just tempting to
go a little mad with all the alcohol and music."
Mulder considered her words carefully. It made sense, who
wouldn't want to let loose whilst living such a restricted
life? He knew the urge to lose himself in something,
forget about life, even for five minutes. And as he saw
Scully's eyes light up when the band began their next
number, there was no doubt as to what he ought to do.
"May I have this dance?"
Scully smiled almost shyly, and offered her hand to be led
into the crowd.
They began to move discreetly, touching each other lightly
as their bodies swayed with the rhythm. Mulder almost
laughed aloud as the lyric began; it was the song Scully
had been dancing to in her bedroom.
****Her name was Lola
She was a showgirl
With yellow feathers in her hair...***
He had known a few 'Lola' dancers in his time. Funny, but
with Scully in such close proximity, he couldn't quite call
these other women to mind. But he could notice the
suppressed smile on Scully's face. Well, she wasn't going
to hold back anymore. He leaned in to whisper in her ear.
"Let go Scully. Just for today, don't be your usual
self. Be the wild Dana who dances like a dervish. Enjoy
yourself."
She looked surprised by his intimation. But her reply
wasn't quite what he expected.
"Only if you do."
"What?"
"Diana. Work. Samantha. Let it cease to exist. Just
feel the music. Live it, Mulder..."
He was taken aback, but closed his eyes and let the Latino
rhythms pound through him. The music was in him, under his
skin. Working in and out like probing fingers, deeper with
every note. He began to understand, to feel. And he let
go.
Later, he was aware of the twirling, the jumping, the
gyrating of his body. The twisting and gesturing she used
to keep in perfect time wit the music. She was the most
beautiful and passionate dancer he had ever seen. How he
had spun Scully, clearing the dance floor for only them.
Every time they moved apart, she would come back, pressing
tighter and tighter against his pulsating body. He was
only conscious of the music, and of her. He could close
out everything but her. And suddenly, he felt his
resistance vanish.
It was wonderful, to be so dizzy, so close to the edge.
Here there was no pain, only sound and colour. It felt
good to lose control; problems weren't his to deal with.
What felt even better was the pressure of Scully's body on
his. The heat she radiated, some sort of protective force.
She was telling him she wouldn't hurt him. Emotion like
this could save him. Love, lust and most of all trust. He
was complete.
The song ended, to rapturous applause from the gathered
dancers. Most hadn't known Mulder could even dance, never
mind upstage John Travolta. But the people paled, they
meant nothing.
All that mattered was Scully. Flushed and excited,
standing before him, trying to deflect the attention. She
looked up expectantly. He seized the moment.
It was impossible, even with hindsight, to separate the
next few minutes. How the kiss had begun was a mystery, he
just knew their lips had met and the world had stopped.
Cliched perhaps, but all that he could conceive of was the
taste and feel of her mouth - warm, moist and insistent.
Maybe it should have been a chaste kiss, a prelude. But it
was too late, seven years too late, for that. They were
devouring each other, lost in the passionate haze the music
had created.
Sometime afterwards, the music had started again, and they
had separated their lips. Physically at least. Mulder was
on fire, the sensation of the kiss still reverberating
through his nervous system. He pulled her closer, wrapping
his arms around her for the slow dance. She melted against
his chest, moulding to him instantly. It all felt so
right.
Eventually, they left the floor. Time to talk.
"I think they might believe you're a real date now,
Scully." Mulder found it difficult to breathe calmly,
blurting the words out like a startled teenager.
"I'm glad I could help. Seems we both needed that."
She met his inquisitive gaze with one of her own. Scully
was obviously searching for the right words, and for the
first time it occurred to Mulder that it might not have
meant as much for her. Blind panic set in, as he waited
for her speech.
"Are you willing to take the chance Mulder? Did that
mean as much as it felt like? Tell me it was temporary
insanity, and I can walk away from it. I won't pretend
that's what I want to hear though."
Amazing. Scully wanted him, despite all the flaws and
unresolved issues. She was reaching out, and he was only
too glad to grab on. It wouldn't be plain sailing; he
wasn't so naive. But it was worth a try.
And unlike Diana, Scully could never hurt him. She wasn't
capable of it. He only hoped he was enough to satisfy her,
and more. If not, he would happily die trying.
"I'm ready and willing Scully, if you're sure."
"As sure as I've ever been. I want to help you heal,
Mulder, it's been too long with you in pain. I love you."
Startled, Mulder let his own reply stumble out naturally.
It was exactly what she had wanted to hear.
She gave him a coy smile.
"Would it be rushing things to disappear up to my room,
Mulder?"
He just grinned in answer. Seven years was a respectable
courting period. Leading her by the hand, he tossed out
goodbyes to anyone and everyone on the way. But he didn't
stop once. He had an appointment for some long overdue
therapy.
This story, unlike that of their 'characters' Anna and the
King, wouldn't end in tragedy. Now they realised the
love they had, both would do anything to preserve it.
And it gave him a damn good excuse to get out of this
hideous costume.
"You remind me I live in a shell
Safe from the past
And doing okay
But not very well...
...When she left me in all my despair
I just held on
My hopes were all gone
Then I found you there
...And I'm ready to take a chance again
Ready to put my love on the line with you
Been living with nothing to show for it
You get what you get when you go for it
And I'm ready to take a chance again with you"
READY TO TAKE A CHANCE AGAIN, Barry Manilow
Author: Dana E. Vassy
Rating: G
Category: Mulder angst, M/F marriage (references) MSR
Spoilers: Um, Je Souhaite? Not much really..
Disclaimer: Sometimes, I take musicals and songs and mix
them up with the X-Files. My therapist says it helps, so
Chris, Fox, 1013 don't deny me. You'll have them back
intact (unless you make a hash of season 8) The rights of
Rodgers & Hammerstein, and Barry Manilow are noted and
shamelessly monopolised. But don't make me set Hillary on
you...
Feedback: She sits there so refined, and drinks herself
half blind. Send thoughts to
scullys_no_slut@viceprez.fsnet.co.uk while I can still read
em..
Summary: Mulder needs a favour, which results in a theme
wedding, dancing and a realisation. Inpsired by the Barry
Manilow songs 'Copacbana' and 'Ready To Take A Chance Again'
Distribution: Yes to Gossamer/Legacy. Anyone else, please
ask first. I'll say yes, in all likelihood..
The band had played enough popular tunes to keep the dance
floor busy all night. Through all the reunions, Mulder had
been dragged off by various friends to dance. In four
hours, he hadn't managed to dance with Scully, since just
about every man in the place had asked for her company on
the floor. Mulder supposed it for the best, dancing wasn't
his favourite sport. Scully seemed distracted, talking
politely to her partner, but holding back somehow. Probably
due to the unfamiliarity of everyone, he mused.
He met her eyes as the cheesy tune ended. Crossing the
dance floor, Scully met him at the buffet table. She was
flushed with the exertion of dancing, dragging the weight
of her huge dress all the while.
"Enjoying yourself Scully?"
"Ssh, it's Dana. And yes, your friends are charming
people."
He paused for a moment, toying with the rim of his
champagne flute.
"You're holding back on something. It's got me
intrigued."
It was Scully's turn to fidget, playing the naive card as
her trumps.
"There's nothing really, Mulder. It's just tempting to
go a little mad with all the alcohol and music."
Mulder considered her words carefully. It made sense, who
wouldn't want to let loose whilst living such a restricted
life? He knew the urge to lose himself in something,
forget about life, even for five minutes. And as he saw
Scully's eyes light up when the band began their next
number, there was no doubt as to what he ought to do.
"May I have this dance?"
Scully smiled almost shyly, and offered her hand to be led
into the crowd.
They began to move discreetly, touching each other lightly
as their bodies swayed with the rhythm. Mulder almost
laughed aloud as the lyric began; it was the song Scully
had been dancing to in her bedroom.
****Her name was Lola
She was a showgirl
With yellow feathers in her hair...***
He had known a few 'Lola' dancers in his time. Funny, but
with Scully in such close proximity, he couldn't quite call
these other women to mind. But he could notice the
suppressed smile on Scully's face. Well, she wasn't going
to hold back anymore. He leaned in to whisper in her ear.
"Let go Scully. Just for today, don't be your usual
self. Be the wild Dana who dances like a dervish. Enjoy
yourself."
She looked surprised by his intimation. But her reply
wasn't quite what he expected.
"Only if you do."
"What?"
"Diana. Work. Samantha. Let it cease to exist. Just
feel the music. Live it, Mulder..."
He was taken aback, but closed his eyes and let the Latino
rhythms pound through him. The music was in him, under his
skin. Working in and out like probing fingers, deeper with
every note. He began to understand, to feel. And he let
go.
Later, he was aware of the twirling, the jumping, the
gyrating of his body. The twisting and gesturing she used
to keep in perfect time wit the music. She was the most
beautiful and passionate dancer he had ever seen. How he
had spun Scully, clearing the dance floor for only them.
Every time they moved apart, she would come back, pressing
tighter and tighter against his pulsating body. He was
only conscious of the music, and of her. He could close
out everything but her. And suddenly, he felt his
resistance vanish.
It was wonderful, to be so dizzy, so close to the edge.
Here there was no pain, only sound and colour. It felt
good to lose control; problems weren't his to deal with.
What felt even better was the pressure of Scully's body on
his. The heat she radiated, some sort of protective force.
She was telling him she wouldn't hurt him. Emotion like
this could save him. Love, lust and most of all trust. He
was complete.
The song ended, to rapturous applause from the gathered
dancers. Most hadn't known Mulder could even dance, never
mind upstage John Travolta. But the people paled, they
meant nothing.
All that mattered was Scully. Flushed and excited,
standing before him, trying to deflect the attention. She
looked up expectantly. He seized the moment.
It was impossible, even with hindsight, to separate the
next few minutes. How the kiss had begun was a mystery, he
just knew their lips had met and the world had stopped.
Cliched perhaps, but all that he could conceive of was the
taste and feel of her mouth - warm, moist and insistent.
Maybe it should have been a chaste kiss, a prelude. But it
was too late, seven years too late, for that. They were
devouring each other, lost in the passionate haze the music
had created.
Sometime afterwards, the music had started again, and they
had separated their lips. Physically at least. Mulder was
on fire, the sensation of the kiss still reverberating
through his nervous system. He pulled her closer, wrapping
his arms around her for the slow dance. She melted against
his chest, moulding to him instantly. It all felt so
right.
Eventually, they left the floor. Time to talk.
"I think they might believe you're a real date now,
Scully." Mulder found it difficult to breathe calmly,
blurting the words out like a startled teenager.
"I'm glad I could help. Seems we both needed that."
She met his inquisitive gaze with one of her own. Scully
was obviously searching for the right words, and for the
first time it occurred to Mulder that it might not have
meant as much for her. Blind panic set in, as he waited
for her speech.
"Are you willing to take the chance Mulder? Did that
mean as much as it felt like? Tell me it was temporary
insanity, and I can walk away from it. I won't pretend
that's what I want to hear though."
Amazing. Scully wanted him, despite all the flaws and
unresolved issues. She was reaching out, and he was only
too glad to grab on. It wouldn't be plain sailing; he
wasn't so naive. But it was worth a try.
And unlike Diana, Scully could never hurt him. She wasn't
capable of it. He only hoped he was enough to satisfy her,
and more. If not, he would happily die trying.
"I'm ready and willing Scully, if you're sure."
"As sure as I've ever been. I want to help you heal,
Mulder, it's been too long with you in pain. I love you."
Startled, Mulder let his own reply stumble out naturally.
It was exactly what she had wanted to hear.
She gave him a coy smile.
"Would it be rushing things to disappear up to my room,
Mulder?"
He just grinned in answer. Seven years was a respectable
courting period. Leading her by the hand, he tossed out
goodbyes to anyone and everyone on the way. But he didn't
stop once. He had an appointment for some long overdue
therapy.
This story, unlike that of their 'characters' Anna and the
King, wouldn't end in tragedy. Now they realised the
love they had, both would do anything to preserve it.
And it gave him a damn good excuse to get out of this
hideous costume.
"You remind me I live in a shell
Safe from the past
And doing okay
But not very well...
...When she left me in all my despair
I just held on
My hopes were all gone
Then I found you there
...And I'm ready to take a chance again
Ready to put my love on the line with you
Been living with nothing to show for it
You get what you get when you go for it
And I'm ready to take a chance again with you"
READY TO TAKE A CHANCE AGAIN, Barry Manilow
