Title: Two Silhouettes on the Shade
Author: Dantzi Jean
Website: http://www.geocities.com/myxfvoice
E-mail:phantom_lass@hotmail.com
Rating: R for sexual content
Category: V, S
Keywords: Mulder Angst, Scully/Other, MSR
Archive: Please e-mail me first for permission
Disclaimer: They're mine all mine!!!!
Feedback: Air, Water, Clothing, Shelter, and Feedback
Timeline: Fourth Season before the ep. "Never
Again"
Spoilers: Not really
Summary: Took a walk around your house, late last night.
Author's Notes: "Silhouettes" by Herman's Hermits inspired
this short piece. I heard it one night while driving my boyfriend home. I get
inspiration from the strangest sources...
Two Silhouettes on the Shade
"Here,
please." Fox Mulder informed the driver of the cab. He grabbed the
candy-stripped folders from his lap and prepared himself to exit the cab and
onto the street in front of Scully's apartment building. He had told her he
might stop by for a little chat about their latest cases. The cab stopped with
an accompanied screech of the car's breaks.
He took a fifty
out of his wallet and paid the driver, who was a middle-aged family man with a
receding hairline.
He grabbed the
collar of his black leather jacket and closed them around his neck, shielding
himself against the unseasonably cold weather. He opened the cab door and
stepped out bringing the case files. The cold air of the night hit his skin
with alarming intensity. He shrugged in his jacket and went around to the
driver's side of the cab to collect his change.
The cab drove
away, to find more patrons in need of a ride home.
Mulder stood outside his partner's apartment building just
savoring the moment of stillness. Things at the office had not been easy the
last few weeks. His arguments with Scully were increasing and both of their
tolerance levels had been extended to the limit. He was tired, and he did not
want to work, but he knew if he didn't have the reports on Skinner's desk at 8
am, his ass was grass.
He gazed up into
the windows of Scully's apartment building. Lights were on and lights were off.
A bustle of people living their lives. Some windows were open and some were
closed. He saw a man watching TV with a small dog sleeping on his lap. He saw
an argument of a married couple.
For a few minuets
he stood there watching the silhouettes on the shades of the windows of so many
people. He scanned the windows watching the people within. Watching life
proceed, people who were not aware of anything other then their own comfort.
He pushed his
hands inside the pockets of his jeans, which were a little too small. He
exhaled heavily, watching the swirls of his breath appear and disappear in the
cold night.
For a while he
watched. The man who was sleeping woke to his wife turning the television off.
She shooed him to bed and picked up the little toy dog and placed into a
beanbag. The couple that was fighting were making up and kissing. Mulder smiled
at that. First they scream and yell, and then the kiss and make up. He wished
life were so simple. He wished that his arguments and fights would all just disappear
into the daily life with nothing more then a kiss.
He saw a light
turn on. He watched as he saw a man and a woman. For some reason he watched
this couple with fierce attention. He could not draw his eyes away from their
window. Something about the movements of the two lovers was so fluid. It looked
so right. They appeared to have known the way each other moves, to anticipate
and reciprocate the movement. They looked perfect.
The woman's small
shadow moved with a fluid grace, possessed of very few women. The two kissed,
deeply. They came apart only for the man to divest himself of his shirt. He
grabbed the woman then and she melded to him. She, still fully dressed, was
breathing heavily as the man kissed her jaw line and progressed down her neck
and into the V of her blouse. The man pulled himself to his fully height and
started to unbutton the woman's blouse. The two seemed completely unaware of
their show. They were totally unaware of the spectator so enrapt with their
performance that he could barely look away.
The woman's
shirt was taken off and thrown to the ground, carelessly. The man assaulted the
woman with his kisses and his mouth. Tracing her face, placing small kisses
along her cheeks and her nose, coming to settle on her mouth. Planting a firm
and unyielding kiss there.
The woman's breathing increased and Mulder watched the
woman's chest heave up and down with her ragged and desire-filled breaths.
The man reached around
to unhook the bra confining the woman's breasts. He expertly released her. Her
small breasts sprang free. The man fondled them for a time, before lowering his
mouth to one and gently massaging the other. The woman bent her head back and
arched her back, allowing the man access to her delicate flesh. Mulder watched
the woman's mouth open in what was probably a moan. Though it was like watching
a silent movie with moving pictures but no sound.
Mulder watched
for a long time, forgetting his reason for being in front of that apartment
building. His eyes were locked on the two lovers.
The two increased
in speed as the urgent need to mate grew. The man kissed the woman with
relentless pressure. The woman's hands were moving and stroking the torso of
the man. The couple started moving and turning and spinning not caring what was
in their path as they did so.
The man's back
came to rest against the window, as he kissed and held the woman in an
iron-tight grasp. Then a flurry of movement lifted the shade from the window.
The man, who
Mulder could see clearly, was well built with dark blonde hair. He was taller
then average men, and looked like a bouncer.
The man and
woman then moved and he could see both figures clearly.
Mulder's eyes
widened in realization and shock. He reeled backward and he thought he
swore. He looked at the pavement and
dropped the files to the ground. He placed his hands on his knees and stared at
the crack in the cement until the shock wore off somewhat.
The woman in the
man's arms in the tumult of passion was his partner, Agent Dana Scully. It's
not that he never thought Scully had a love life, but he didn't expect to see
her. He didn't want her to be the woman whose petite silhouette showed
perfectly on the shade.
Mulder dared
another glace up at the window. Scully and the man were still standing and
still partially clothed.
Mulder told
himself to look away, that he could not bear to watch, but his eyes stayed
riveted to the window. Scully smiled at the man and he kissed her as a result.
Scully's arm wound around the man's neck and held him tight to her.
Scully and the
man broke the kiss and half tumbled and half walked to the bed. They were out
of Mulder's sight.
Mulder stared at
the window for minuets after the couple left its field of view.
He lowered his
head and saw the neglected files lying on the ground.
He turned and picked them up, and slowly made his way back
to his apartment. He walked and walked. His mind blank, his eyes not seeing
what was ahead of him, but his mind knowing the way.
His mind kept
returning to the moment when the shade was pulled up to reveal the man and his
unexpected lover. He saw the expression on her face. The desire that burned in
those eyes, made him feel the pain of it anew. He walked and walked unknowing.
All the while his
mind was on the silhouettes on the shade.
And the pain that
was its result.
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