Title: Chasing tremors
Author: DSmulder4u
Distribution: Anywhere, as long as my name remains attached
and it's archived in its entirety.
Classification: X, A, stand-alone, MSR
Rating: NC-17 for sexual content and language.
Words: 4980
Spoilers: Season 4, episode Home, small bits of season 3, small bits of the movie "Tremors" with Kevin Bacon, which I only borrowed ideas from
Author's notes: I decided to write it first person and changing POV to slip into their brains and analyze the depth of the feelings for each other. However, I also tried to lighten it up with attempts of humor. I hope it worked. Pure MSR, humor, smut and fluff. You have been warned. Feedback to dsmulder4u
Disclaimer: Are you kidding? I'm not that lucky. The characters belong to CC and DD and GA and Fox Broadcasting.
Acknowledgement: For my husband, who gave me the idea of crossover with the movie "Tremors", which he loves so much. My darling, thank you for supporting me so much with that little hobby. I love you so much.
-Chasing Tremors-
Somewhere outside Perfection, NV 20th July 1997
Can you really believe when I tell you where I am right now and what I am doing? It even sounds ridiculous to me while I am standing here in the middle of the American desert state where no one seems to want to live. But there are people living here. Ironically, this place is called Perfection. Well, if you look on an old movie poster with a very young, very edible Kevin Bacon on it, you might say that. But reality is definitely different. Yes, you heard correctly, I am standing in front of a movie poster in the middle of the friggin hot desert in the middle of July. So help me god. What am I doing here? I honestly don't know how to put it. I might say it is Mulder's fault. Even if it is not really true. Well, he definitely had this stupid idea in the first place and I could kill him for it right now.
Two nights ago we were trying to digest our last cast, maybe our most gruesome we ever had in Home, PA. Both of us were having nightmares to no end and we didn't seem to find sleep soon, so we decided to live through the night to chase the after-tremors of the case away. Mulder came by with a bottle of gin and I had tonic in the fridge. The perfect match! What a coincidence, huh? He even said it is perfection once during the night, which gave him the idea in the first place. We were so drunk at two a.m. that we were laughing nonstop about the most stupid sci-fi-movies ever. He used the word "perfection", because in the movie "Tremors" with Kevin Bacon the setting was Perfection, Nevada. We were so out of it, that he said laughingly:
"Hey Scully, I always wanted to know if there are really huge man-eating worms under the sand in Nevada. If this town is called Perfection, that cannot be real, now can it? Let's check it out."
I was laughing so hard, that the gin tonic nearly came out of my nose. My face was read, I was nearly on his lap while we were both sitting on the floor in front of my couch. Because of the laughter, my upper body was like jelly and I drifted into his lap. He stroked my hair out of my face and looked me in the eye, brightly smirking: "What do you say, it can't be worse than a place called "Home"? Noting can."
I stopped laughing and went still for a second. "You really want to do that, don't you? Why?"
"Why not? Once, let's have some fun. I don't know if Skinner lets us make a case out of it, but honestly I don't care. I need something away from all this to get back to myself. Come on Scully, please. I know you need this, too."
While I was thinking about it, he stroked my face and pouted. God, he could make me go anywhere with him when he pouts. Do you know how cute that is? He just looks adorable with his lower lip pointing right at me. Damn, that look goes straight to my center. I am doomed!
So, that's why I am here today in that godforsaken smalltown in the searing heat, lusting after a man I can't have, chasing after huge worms which are not even existing. I can't believe I fell for this stupid idea. Even Mulder knows it is ridiculous to do that. He made that obvious but we were both drunk. God, this man makes turns me into a mess.
I can't believe she came with me in the middle of summer to the hottest place across the US. Wow, she must have been badly blasted to agree with this. She is standing right in front of me, ogling the movie poster with Kevin Bacon on it and might realize where she was. We are in the sheriff's department and trying to find the truth behind a silly movie from the 80's.
Skinner laughed in my face, when I asked him about this and just said: "You know Mulder, that must be the funniest request you ever had, but I really liked that movie. And I certainly will enjoy your report on this. Go ahead. That might be fun." I eyed him and thought to myself "I think he only gives us some slag because he knows how heavy the last case weighed on us. Kind of nice of him, isn't it?" Then I went out of his office, but before I could open the door he added: "Mulder, give Scully my compliment to taking your b.s. for so long and putting up with you."
"Believe me sir, I don't know why we are still partners. I would have run from myself long ago."
"You don't get Mulder, do you?"
"Excuse me, sir. What do you mean?" He just smiled and cocked his head, replying "Just go and have some fun. You know, I don't get it either why a man of your intelligence and education doesn't see what's right in front of him." Then he was laughing again and I left.
I still don't know what he means. However, I have to concentrate on the task at hand, not to lose Scully's respect on me and running full speed into a total nutcrack case. But looking at her annoyed posture signals me, that it already happened.
The sheriff told me that they have multiple movie tourists each year asking the same questions. "So the town made a sightseeing tour with the shooting places and Bacon's footprints imprinted in the sand there. But he never saw one of those beasts, even though there have been some little earthquake-like tremors from time to time without a pattern. Even the USGS went to the region to find out what the tremors were about but couldn't find any source."
So where do these came from? That's the real X-File here. Scully arched her eyebrow and crossed her armes at that statement and looked at me. Maybe, the X-File isn't the case, I thought.
So the sheriff recommended to go for it on our own. He borrowed us his pick-up truck and a map and sent us on the sightseeing tour with marks on the map of the last tremors. Scully was not amused but she was serious by telling me "If we are out there, then we'll make the best of it. Let me go into the store and pick up some things that might make it more…comfortable."
After twenty minutes she came back with a bag in her hand and smirk on her lips. What did she have in mind? But as I saw her walking towards me in the bright sunlight, highlighting her fiery red hair, swaying her hips, I didn't care anymore. I only saw the most beautiful woman I have ever met and was overwhelmed by a wave of feelings swirling in my stomach. God, I went dizzy by the second, my knees went weak with her every step. And to top it she did something, that might be my undoing very soon. She bit her lower lip. Damn, how I wanted to kiss that soft lip. I needed to grab the door of the truck to keep me upright. Fuck, I am doomed and she is my salvation. So, in that second I swore to myself to end our suffering very soon.
Oh my god. Please help me, how he stood there with that intense look, giving me the once over. He looks so damn hot in his jeans and that grey shirt. I grew turned-on the closer I got to him. I saw the fire in his eyes only burning for me. That case be damned. I will end this today, if I have a say in this at all. In my bag were chilled gin tonics, snacks I like to make that a bit easier for me. To tease him I stopped in front of the open car door he was holding his death-grip on and leaned into the car to put the bag away, certainly knowing what that does to him. Getting back, I pushed up my sunglasses and went to the other side of the car. That might make him forget about that stupid case. And we went off.
Hot damn, what is she doing to me leaning over like that? She must know how that affected me. That cute little red-headed devil. Two can play this game. So, when she turned back I laid my hand on the small of her back as I always do, but a little lower. I was rewarded with a look over her sunglasses und stopped breathing. She is teasing me, but very seriously. I already lost the game and she knows it. One more move and I am at her mercy. Damn, I love that woman.
By the way, why do we go into that truck again? I climbed into the driver's seat and reality came back to me. Oh, yeah the tremors, right. One glance out of the corner of my eye to her and I forgot it again. She is so gorgeous when she has that pseudo-annoyed look on her face.
"Mulder, we should start now." She reminded me of our goal. "Scully, I know. Just look into the map and give me directions, would you?" She just snorted and opened the map, but I swear I saw her smirking when she sank her head.
Two hours later it was already getting dark and we finally were at the last tremor spot on the map. Like in the last seven spots there is nothing but heat and sand as far as the eye could reach as well as those stupid information boards with the scenes of the movie.
Scully was so tense and annoyed, I thought she might yell at me especially as the air conditioning in the truck broke down, but tried to keep her composure up. Always the professional. When we climbed back into the car, I wanted to start the ignition, but nothing but stuttering was happening. She slowly turned her head, cocked it and pulled her sunglasses down. "Mulder, tell me this is not what I think it is."
I was terrified to look into her glare and so I tried to restart the car over and over again, heavily swearing while hitting the steering wheel. "Mulder, hurting yourself doesn't help that at all. Let me use the radio and see if the sheriff can get us." She picked it up and reached the sheriff. "What do you mean you cannot get us back tonight?" Surprised we heard the sheriff chuckling into the radio and said "Well, our car shop owner is drunk and he is the only one with a pulling truck, so I am afraid you are stuck there for the night. See you in the morning. And agents, don't let yourself be bitten in the ass." He laughed again and the radio went dead, as well as Scully, who looked out of the window with her arms crossed, tense as hell.
I laid my hand on her shoulder, trying to turn her towards me. "Scully, please look at me." She did, but I was surprised that she wasn't angry. I never saw that expression in her face and I wasn't able to read her. "You ok?"
"Mulder, we can't do anything about this, can we?" – "I guess not, Scully."
"Alright, so let's not fuss about this anymore and se what we can do to make us as comfortable as possible." – "That's my Scully" I replied, earning a smile from her wondering what she meant by using the word "comfortable" again. She jumped out of the car, bag in her hand, calling for me "Are you coming, Mulder?"
I didn't know why she acted that way, but I am not complaining. When I got out of the truck, I was struck by the scene in front of me. Scully had put a picknick blanket on the huge trunk area and placed a six pack of bottles with gin tonic on the back of it. That definitely gave me an idea. Well, many to be honest, but that one might suit her the best. I climbed into the truck again with a confused "Mulder?" to be heard.
What is he up to know? Is he suddenly chicken? Oh, that might suit him right after getting us into that situation. But I guess I also made him guessing with not getting angry with him as he might have suspected me to get. Oh, he is coming back. Damn, he has found pillows in the car. Isn't that sweet. God, I love that man, especially when he is so smug looking.
He climbed onto the trunk and settled down right next to me, invading my space once more. God, he smells good. He smiled at me and said "Here, Scully. I thought that might make the stay in the pick-up more comfortable, as you put it earlier."
"Thank you. Nice idea. Guess we have to use this as a bed anyway. You know, I always wanted to sleep under the stars."
"You never have? As an Indian Scout I did that multiple times. Kind of magical." He locked eyes with me and I was gone right away. Please, lean over and kiss me.
But he didn't, he just let his eyes drift between my lips and my eyes, driving me crazy. He laid his palm on my cheek. Caressing it.
"Mulder" I said, letting it sound like a plea for kissing me, a permission.
Then he wasn't chicken anymore and his lips came closer to mine. My head was spinning, my stomach flipping and he brushed his lips over mine, finally. He was very cautious, nearly teasing me by brushing two, three, four times, when I couldn't take it anymore and captured his lips.
His hand moved to my neck and brought me closer. Impossibly close, while his mouth opened mine and our tongues touched in an electric jolt. Simultaneously, we moaned into each other, breath mingling, deepening the kiss. Butterflies grew in my stomach.
I cannot believe this is happening. I guess it must be the combination of the alcohol, the other night and the conversation we had on that bench in Home about our future ideas. I swear I nearly forgot about that case then and jump him, finally finding out my feelings for him were mutual.
While we were kissing and kissing and kissing, I saw our future with a house and a daughter like he described on that bench. Oh boy, I was so far gone.
Oh my god, that feels so damn good. I cannot believe she lets me kiss her. I knew that she was attracted to me when we spoke on that bench in Home, but realizing that she might also be in love with me is so good. She must be, or she wouldn't kiss me back that way. And she is so extraordinarily good at that. I never been kissed like that before, with all her heart. I hope she feels this from me, too. The butterflies are building a home in my belly. I am turning into jelly, a puddle of love. I can't stop. I am too far gone by now, even if I knew that I have to be really sure before taking the next step. But I can't stop.
I want him right now. I cannot wait any longer. But I have to be sure of his feelings, not only his lust. This kiss feels like he puts all his feelings for me on a platter. But I have to know. So I softly break the kiss, still holding his cheek in my hand and look into his eyes. "Love drunken" is all there is. The same intense love I am feeling for him, the same passion, the same excitement, the same lust. Oh my god. He loves me. There is no doubt about that. So I start kissing down his neck and clasping at the hem of his sexy t-shirt.
Oh man, that look. She wants me, all of me. There is no doubt. No words needed for her hopelessly-in-love-look in her eyes. We both clearly want the same. Consequences be damned. She started tugging on my shirt. So I put it off in no time. She started kissing a fiery trail from my neck to my sternum and lower and lower. That's when I wanted to return the favor, to show her the same attention. I pushed her towards me, turned her, lying her down beneath me and I kissed her fiercely everywhere I could reach.
I pushed up her shirt, she pulled it off. I kissed her cleavage, the swell of her breasts and earned a moan. "Mulder, please!" she pleaded and I removed her bra, kissing them, sucking on her nipples, making her squirm in anticipation of the more things to come. My other hand traveled up her inner thigh with course to her center. She hissed and confirmed her permission. "God Scully." I said between kissing a trail to her jeans and popping the button, letting down the zipper. Suddenly she stilled my hands.
I was terrified immediately and looked up to her.
She just smirked, pushed her pants and undies off her body, beckoning me to her again and fished for my belt buckle. Oh boy, this was fast.
I love his hands. I love his tongue. I love his oral fixation, thanks to all the years of training with sunflower seeds. Oh, yeah. His tongue is moving down, where I really want it. He is lapping at me and I lost the ability to coherent sentences. "Oh goooood." is all that came out of me.
He went on with his ministrations. His hands went to my breasts, his mouth kissed a hot trail up to them. I whimpered by the loss at my clit, but he instantly refilled it with his one hand, his slender and talented fingers.
I gasped as he assaulted by clit and my nipples at same time. My head began to swim and my limps felt like pudding. He actually made me melt into a puddle. Then I felt the urge to touch him in return and my hand drifted from his strong chest downwards till it felt his belt buckle. I opened it and he moaned his approval. When I reached his button and opened it, he suddenly stopped.
He lifted his head from my breasts scooted up along my body till we were nose to nose again. "Last chance to back out, Scully." I smiled back at him. Leave it to Mulder to be so chivalrous at this point of certainly no return. His sweetness nearly made me cry.
"Not in a million years, Fox." The unfamiliar use of his first name out of my mouth did the trick. He knew I was deadly serious and kissed me passionately in response. End of the games, this is it.
Did she really call me Fox? I cannot believe it. I never heard my given name spoken with such love ever before. Not even my mom managed to even pretend she loved me that much, which is exactly why I detested it to be used by everybody. My second name felt more save, nearly emotionless, which I liked much better. It's like slipping into my work attire when someone called me by my last name.
However, Scully changed that also. She was possible to use my name in nearly every kind of situation and emotional state and always made it sound like a caress. I loved it when she rolled my name on her tongue like she was kissing me deeply. But having her use my first name, was my undoing. She made tears spring in my eyes. I couldn't hold it back anymore and let them drop on her cheeks.
She gently broke the kiss and held my head in her hands, looking at me so tenderly that my heart shattered into a million pieces. More tears built up and she kissed each one from my cheeks. "Fox, sweety, why are you crying?"
"Never was my name said with so much love. I love you so much it hurts." I didn't know where all the courage came from to lay myself out that openly, but that is the love of my life right in front of me and it felt so natural and right in that moment. Now she started to cry silently, but happy tears. "God, I am so in love with you. I want to feel you everywhere. Be one with you, where you and I belong together." That was all last encouragement I needed and lost all insecurities about the situation and crashed my mouth to her again. It must have been the same for her, because she finished her job at my pants and finally slid them down my legs and away. No barrier was between us anymore. She spread her legs further and made room for me. The full skin contact was electrifying and we both deeply moaned at the same time, eyes drifting shut. Then I moved so that my cock was at her entrance. We locked eyes again and I found heaven in her softness. Oh my god, nothing ever felt so good and I had the urge to tell her what she was doing to me.
"Dana, honey, I don't have words for what it feels like. Nothing ever felt like that, with no one." She answered by moving her hips up against me, taking me impossibly deep. I had to close my eyes to process that incredible sensation.
I cannot believe he is even able to built a sentence with more than three words, not to mention the wonderful poetic things he was saying. God, yes, my love, I thought. This is exactly how I feel but I didn't have it in me to answer him with words, so I did with my body. No man was ever that deep. The sensation was overwhelming and I never want it to end. But then he started to move ever so slowly pulling nearly all the why out and then back in. I couldn't help but groan and whimper at the same time. Please, don't ever stop, I thought.
"I won't." he answered. Oh my god, did I say it out loud. Either he can read my thoughts or… Oh man, I guess he can. In the moment of me thinking that he lifted my hips a little more and slid back in. I pulled my knees a bit more to my body and put my feed on the pick-up's trunk bottom to get better leverage and met his thrusts. "Aaaahwww" left my mouth and I swear to god I never felt an orgasm raise so fast in me. What are you doing to me Fox Mulder? I never was so far gone like now. After that thought there was only emotion and sensation. I reached the precipice and ready to be pushed over and…
Oh my god, I am so close, I hope she is, too. When she met my thrusts each time and then started to rotate her hips a bit, I thought I would come and end it all to soon. But in that moment I looked down at her and swore that even if it would be my undoing, I will make her come together with me. So I watched her and what I saw was raw emotion. Dana Scully in her purest form. Eyes hooded, but not closed, representing the investigative persona, not to miss anything. Mouth open, jaw relaxed, showing how much she liked the sensation. Head thrown back a little and when I made her hear that wonderful whimpering cute sound, I knew she was so close. She was desperate to come.
"Jesus, you are so beautiful. Let it go baby, I am here to gather you up." With that her breathing began to shallow even more and I pounded into her a bit slower but as deep as before and then I felt her walls crumble completely and her muscles flutter. That was it, she is coming. I thrusted up once more and then took her with me completely. My mind swirled, my balls tightened, my cock hardened to the limit of no return and I emptied myself into her with such force I had to cling to her to not loose my mind. "Daaaaanaaaaa!" I cried out.
Through my climax-fogged brain I heard her cry "FFFOOOOOOXXXX" and then we both stilled. I collapsed onto her, unable to hold myself up anymore. I must crash her. So I tried to move off her, but she held me back.
"Don't. Stay. I am not ready to let you go." I told him when he wanted to get off me, with the idea of not wanting to crush me. But I didn't want to loose the feeling of him buried so deep inside me, with the warmth of his seed inside me, with the feeling of pieces of his soul inside me. I have never had such an intense experience.
Oh, I certainly had man making love to me. I felt love for them for sure. I always needed the connection of feelings and sex to come. But never, ever had I experienced an orgasm that linked our souls, bodies and hearts at the same time. This was earth-shattering, mind-blowing. With our history together all the losses and happy times we shared, this was inevitable. I know that now.
Only Mulder was able to elicit such deep feelings in me. Only with Mulder I was able to let go so much, I nearly lost myself. That exactly was the reason for getting involved with him. Not my reputation, ok maybe a little. Not my believe in love, but the all-consuming event it might be and now actually was. I was so stupid to not want that. It is so liberating to finally let every little feeling and inhabitation out in the open, share our vulnerabilities and feeling it appreciated that much by the other, that we really became ONE. One person, one body, one soul. This could only happen with him, with my Mulder, my Fox, my love. Oh, I make him forget all the bad things that were happening to him and if it costs me everything, I swear I will make him happy. So happy he never was before.
When I looked into his eyes, after we both breathed normally again, I saw my feelings reflected in his again and I knew I already accomplished my life task. I never saw him smile so brightly as in that moment.
"Hi" he softly said. "Hi yourself" I answered him and kissed him. He moved us so that we lay on our sides, legs and arms tangled in each other, but he finally needed to slip out. I groaned in protest, but he cuddled me closer and soothed that little ache.
"Guess we felt tremors here, didn't we?" I laughed at this little remark of his, reminding us where we were and why we have come here.
"Yeah we did. But the difference to the other tremors is that we made them ourselves and there were more earth-shattering than Kevin's I hope" That earned me a laugh from him and a nod and I nuzzled into his neck in return.
"What now, Dana? What happens next?" he asked with a tiny uncertainty in his voice.
I looked up at him and said with no trace of uncertainty "Well, first we rest here, maybe have some fun before we get towed back. Then we get the hell outa here, head back home, write our report, that it is all fiction, no worms to be found and then…"
"And then?"
"You come home with me and never leave, I hope. But this is just my way of thinking of a future with you, near future or till the end of time."
He looked astonished at me and replied "Never, not even in my dreams about us, would I have ever hope to hear you say something like that. Are you serious or just mocking me for years of innuendo?
I chuckled "Good point."
The color of his cheeks vanished and his jaw dropped. Poor Mulder, guess I should better not let him suffer anymore. But that was fun.
"God, Fox. Of course not. I mean it. Move in with me."
The jaw went back to its natural position and his cheeks flushed. He was blushing. I made Fox Mulder blush. Could this get any better?
"Yes. I'd love to live with you. But please, let me tell Skinner."
"No way, I want to see this face for myself. I need evidence, you know me."
"Yes, I do." He tightened his embrace and kissed me on the top of my head and so we both drifted into sweet dreams.
I have to admit, that I never hoped that this stupid trip to Perfection, Nevada would end like this. Now I know why this place is called like that, it definitely felt like perfection. Guess nothing will ever come to us easily. And suddenly it hit me, we didn't use any protection. But before panic could rise, I realized, that such an outcome is impossible. But leave it to Mulder and me to find a way, like we found our way together multiple times before.
THE END