TEN DAY LEAVE (2/3)
AUTHOR: CORRAN
RATING: PG-13
CATEGORY: MSR, UST, a bit H
DISTRIBUTION STATEMENT: GOSSAMER; CRONICLE X; SPOOKY´S;
XEMPLARY; EPHEMERAL
ALL OTHERS PLEASE ASK FIRST
FEEDBACK: hell, YES! Starfish666@email.com
SPOILERS: none I could think of
SUMMARY: Skinner forces Mulder and Scully to take a 10 day leave, and the
dynamic duo decides to have some fun
DISCLAIMER: I don´t own these characters. They belong to CC, 1013 and Fox.
But I think David Duchovny and Gillian Anderson own them as well.
The songs mentioned here are copyright Billy Joel. Thanks for such great lyrics.
AUTOR´S NOTES: so this is part 2. argh! I did it again! everytime I write a longer
story it ends as songfic. I really have to stop listening to music while writing...
HOMEPAGE: http://www.geocities.com/corran_14776/index.html
PART 2
I was really surprised when Scully´s email came yesterday. I´d tried half of the
day to clean up the mess which used to be my appartment but then gave up
and went to the gym.
I wondered what Scully did the whole day. I missed her.
I must have grinned like a love-sick teenager when I read her lines.
She wanted to have me with her. Whoa! What could that possibly mean?
I didn´t want to push my luck so I happily accepted her invitation. Who knows
if I get another chance?
And now I´m here, standing in front of her old room in her mother´s house.
I had planned a little thank-you dinner for my favourite Scully´s for including me
in the family. Yeah, that´s what these two are for me. Family.
Nevertheless I had to ask Maggie for some assistance preparing it ´cause I
haven´t done something like that in quite awhile. I know how much Scully loves
italian food, so I decided to go for pasta tonight.
After our basketball game in the afternoon, which I enjoyed immensely though I
lost it, I sent Scully to her room and told her to *dress nicely*.
As if she isn´t beautiful to me no matter what she´s wearing. But I wanted this
evening to be special.
Maggie´s already in the dining room, clad in a lime-green dress - just beautiful.
I think that lies in the family.
So here I am, wearing a tux and ready to knock at the door.
When Scully opens the door I have to remind me to keep breathing.
She´s standing there like a goddess out of the greek mythology. So ravishingly
beautiful that I nearly pass out for lack of oxygen.
My gaze rakes over her tiny body, her dress, her bare arms and shoulders, her
face...This is not Scully my partner of six years, this is the woman underneath that
layer of professionalism, the woman I fell in love with.
She smiles at me and I think I could die as a happy man now. But I don´t want to
leave this beauty.
So I simply reach out for her. And when she takes my hand I look into these deep
blue eyes of hers and say: "God, you´re so beautiful, Scully..."
Still smiling she shifts her gaze over my body and seems to be pleased by what she
sees. If she only knew what this look does to me. I feel electrified by her.
"You look very good yourself, Mulder. Want us to go down?"
"Yeah, sure."
I guide her down to the dining room, my hand never leaving that spot on the small of
her back that I marked long ago as *mine*.
I´ve prepared the fettucine and brought some white wine.
Scully´s really enjoying the meal though she´s a little surprised by my cooking skills.
Especially about the fact that I *have* cooking skills.
She´s never seen me eat other things than takeout chinese or pizza, but I can cook.
It´s just much more fun to do it for someone else.
During our meal we talk about everything and nothing, except work-related stuff.
It´s really nice to do some more *normal* things for a change. I like the company of
these two women who mean so much to me.
And I love talking to Scully, really talking that is. And I simply can´t take my eyes off
of her.
Around 10 Maggie excuses herself and goes to her room.
That leaves me alone with Scully.
We go to the living room and I build a fire in the fireplace while Scully lights some
candles. We sit down on the sofa, sipping the wine in comfortable silence.
I am a little startled when she finally speaks.
"Mulder?"
"Yeah?"
"Would you please turn on the some music?"
"Sure, Scully."
I walk to the stereo and flip through Maggie´s CD-rack. Hmmm...U2. Cranberries.
Bad Religion? Leann Rhimes. Bryan Adams. Phantom of the opera. Metallica?!
Billy Joel. Faith Hill.
"Your mother has a nice collection," I hear myself say and see Scully grin at me.
I take the last two CD´s and show them to her. "Which one would you like to hear?"
"Umm...You choose."
"Then Mr. Piano-Man it is. Okay?"
I shoot her a last questioning look but she nods in agreement.
I sit down again, this time a little closer.
Scully doesn´t complain. She closes her eyes a bit and even leans against me, her
head resting at my shoulder. So I feel encouraged and snake my arm around her.
"I like Billy Joel...," we both say in unison and burst into laughter. Must be psychic.
Then we snuggle a bit closer and listen to the songs.
...Once I thought my innocence was gone
Now I know that happiness goes on
That's where you found me
When you put your arms around me
I haven't been there for the longest time...
Scully seems to be lost in thought but I don´t want to shake her out of it by talking to
her. I´m afraid that she would withdraw from me when she realizes how close we are.
I can smell her sweet perfume and feel her breathing beside me.
...I'm that voice you're hearing in the hall
And the greatest miracle of all
Is how I need you
And how you needed me too
That hasn't happened for the longest time...
I must have missed the refrain. But these words ring a bell in my mind.
...I'll take my chances
I forgot how nice romance is...
*Could be me *, I think to myself and look at Scully. Billy continues to sing:
...Now I know the woman that you are
You're wonderful so far
And it's more that I hoped for
I don't care what consequence it brings
I have been a fool for lesser things
I want you so bad
I think you ought to know that
I intend to hold you for
The longest time
That´s exactly how I feel most of the time when I´m with Scully. Except that I´m
scared to death by the possible consequences.
Would she reject me when I confess my love?
I´m such a shit-ass. I´m afraid that I could loose her friendship, that she could even
refuse to see me again. It would tear my heart apart.
So I keep my feelings hidden in a small, okay, not so small, corner of my heart.
Billy Joel has finished another song. I heard not a single word of it.
I hear only Scully´s breathing which has evened out now. She has fallen asleep in
my arms.
I stroke her arm gently and enjoy this moment of peace with the woman I love. So
this is what happiness feels like...
We both have had too few of these moments lately. I decide to stay some time
where I am and listen to the music.
Listen boy
Don't want to see you let a good thing
Slip away
You know I don't like watching
Anybody make the same mistakes
I made
She's a real nice girl
And she's always there for you
But a nice girl wouldn't tell you what you should do
Listen boy
I'm sure that you think you got it all
Under control
You don't want somebody telling you
The way to stay in someone's soul
You're a big boy now
You'll never let her go
But that's just the kind of thing
She ought to know
Tell her about it
Tell her everything you feel
Give her every reason to accept
That you're for real
Tell her about it
Tell her all your crazy dreams
Let her know you need her
Let her know how much she means
Listen boy
It's not automatically a certain guarantee
To insure yourself
You've got to provide communication constantly
When you love someone
You're always insecure
And there's only one good way
To reassure
Tell her about it
Let her know how much you care
When she can't be with you
Tell her you wish you were there
Tell her about it
Every day before you leave
Pay her some attention
Give her something to believe
Cause now and then
She'll get to worrying
Just because you haven't spoken
For so long
Though you may not have done anything
Will that be a consolation when she's gone
Listen boy
It's good information from a man
Who's made mistakes
Just a word or two that she gets from you
Could be the difference that it makes
She's a trusting soul
She's put her trust in you
But a girl like that won't tell you
What you should do
Tell her about it
Tell her everything you feel
Give her every reason
To accept that you're for real
Tell her about it
Tell her all your crazy dreams
Let her know you need her
Let her know how much she means
Tell her about it
Tell her how you feel right now
Tell her about it
The girl don't want to wait too long
You got to tell her about it
Tell her now and you won't go wrong
You got to tell her about it
Before it gets too late
You got to tell her about it
You know the girl don't want
To wait - you got to
Tell her about it
Yeah, before it gets too late. I won´t let that happen. If there were a god I would
swear to him that I´ll tell her about my feelings. But I don´t have the courage yet.
And by the way, she´s sleeping so peacefully in my arms that I don´t have the heart
to wake her.
I shift a little on the couch so that I can gather her in my arms and rise carefully. I
carry her upstairs and wonder that such strenght can come in such a small package.
She weighs near to nothing.
It´s alittle difficult to open the door but I finally manage to get her into her room
without letting her drop or bump her against the doorframe.
I lay her gently on the bed and remove the shoes from her tiny feet. I don´t dare to
undress her. She could wake up in the process...
So I tuck her in with the light comforter from the end of the bed. Scully cuddles
against the cushions but doesn´t wake.
"Good night, Scully. Sweet dreams," I whisper and kiss her on the cheek.
Then I sneak out of her room.
End Part 2
AUTHOR: CORRAN
RATING: PG-13
CATEGORY: MSR, UST, a bit H
DISTRIBUTION STATEMENT: GOSSAMER; CRONICLE X; SPOOKY´S;
XEMPLARY; EPHEMERAL
ALL OTHERS PLEASE ASK FIRST
FEEDBACK: hell, YES! Starfish666@email.com
SPOILERS: none I could think of
SUMMARY: Skinner forces Mulder and Scully to take a 10 day leave, and the
dynamic duo decides to have some fun
DISCLAIMER: I don´t own these characters. They belong to CC, 1013 and Fox.
But I think David Duchovny and Gillian Anderson own them as well.
The songs mentioned here are copyright Billy Joel. Thanks for such great lyrics.
AUTOR´S NOTES: so this is part 2. argh! I did it again! everytime I write a longer
story it ends as songfic. I really have to stop listening to music while writing...
HOMEPAGE: http://www.geocities.com/corran_14776/index.html
PART 2
I was really surprised when Scully´s email came yesterday. I´d tried half of the
day to clean up the mess which used to be my appartment but then gave up
and went to the gym.
I wondered what Scully did the whole day. I missed her.
I must have grinned like a love-sick teenager when I read her lines.
She wanted to have me with her. Whoa! What could that possibly mean?
I didn´t want to push my luck so I happily accepted her invitation. Who knows
if I get another chance?
And now I´m here, standing in front of her old room in her mother´s house.
I had planned a little thank-you dinner for my favourite Scully´s for including me
in the family. Yeah, that´s what these two are for me. Family.
Nevertheless I had to ask Maggie for some assistance preparing it ´cause I
haven´t done something like that in quite awhile. I know how much Scully loves
italian food, so I decided to go for pasta tonight.
After our basketball game in the afternoon, which I enjoyed immensely though I
lost it, I sent Scully to her room and told her to *dress nicely*.
As if she isn´t beautiful to me no matter what she´s wearing. But I wanted this
evening to be special.
Maggie´s already in the dining room, clad in a lime-green dress - just beautiful.
I think that lies in the family.
So here I am, wearing a tux and ready to knock at the door.
When Scully opens the door I have to remind me to keep breathing.
She´s standing there like a goddess out of the greek mythology. So ravishingly
beautiful that I nearly pass out for lack of oxygen.
My gaze rakes over her tiny body, her dress, her bare arms and shoulders, her
face...This is not Scully my partner of six years, this is the woman underneath that
layer of professionalism, the woman I fell in love with.
She smiles at me and I think I could die as a happy man now. But I don´t want to
leave this beauty.
So I simply reach out for her. And when she takes my hand I look into these deep
blue eyes of hers and say: "God, you´re so beautiful, Scully..."
Still smiling she shifts her gaze over my body and seems to be pleased by what she
sees. If she only knew what this look does to me. I feel electrified by her.
"You look very good yourself, Mulder. Want us to go down?"
"Yeah, sure."
I guide her down to the dining room, my hand never leaving that spot on the small of
her back that I marked long ago as *mine*.
I´ve prepared the fettucine and brought some white wine.
Scully´s really enjoying the meal though she´s a little surprised by my cooking skills.
Especially about the fact that I *have* cooking skills.
She´s never seen me eat other things than takeout chinese or pizza, but I can cook.
It´s just much more fun to do it for someone else.
During our meal we talk about everything and nothing, except work-related stuff.
It´s really nice to do some more *normal* things for a change. I like the company of
these two women who mean so much to me.
And I love talking to Scully, really talking that is. And I simply can´t take my eyes off
of her.
Around 10 Maggie excuses herself and goes to her room.
That leaves me alone with Scully.
We go to the living room and I build a fire in the fireplace while Scully lights some
candles. We sit down on the sofa, sipping the wine in comfortable silence.
I am a little startled when she finally speaks.
"Mulder?"
"Yeah?"
"Would you please turn on the some music?"
"Sure, Scully."
I walk to the stereo and flip through Maggie´s CD-rack. Hmmm...U2. Cranberries.
Bad Religion? Leann Rhimes. Bryan Adams. Phantom of the opera. Metallica?!
Billy Joel. Faith Hill.
"Your mother has a nice collection," I hear myself say and see Scully grin at me.
I take the last two CD´s and show them to her. "Which one would you like to hear?"
"Umm...You choose."
"Then Mr. Piano-Man it is. Okay?"
I shoot her a last questioning look but she nods in agreement.
I sit down again, this time a little closer.
Scully doesn´t complain. She closes her eyes a bit and even leans against me, her
head resting at my shoulder. So I feel encouraged and snake my arm around her.
"I like Billy Joel...," we both say in unison and burst into laughter. Must be psychic.
Then we snuggle a bit closer and listen to the songs.
...Once I thought my innocence was gone
Now I know that happiness goes on
That's where you found me
When you put your arms around me
I haven't been there for the longest time...
Scully seems to be lost in thought but I don´t want to shake her out of it by talking to
her. I´m afraid that she would withdraw from me when she realizes how close we are.
I can smell her sweet perfume and feel her breathing beside me.
...I'm that voice you're hearing in the hall
And the greatest miracle of all
Is how I need you
And how you needed me too
That hasn't happened for the longest time...
I must have missed the refrain. But these words ring a bell in my mind.
...I'll take my chances
I forgot how nice romance is...
*Could be me *, I think to myself and look at Scully. Billy continues to sing:
...Now I know the woman that you are
You're wonderful so far
And it's more that I hoped for
I don't care what consequence it brings
I have been a fool for lesser things
I want you so bad
I think you ought to know that
I intend to hold you for
The longest time
That´s exactly how I feel most of the time when I´m with Scully. Except that I´m
scared to death by the possible consequences.
Would she reject me when I confess my love?
I´m such a shit-ass. I´m afraid that I could loose her friendship, that she could even
refuse to see me again. It would tear my heart apart.
So I keep my feelings hidden in a small, okay, not so small, corner of my heart.
Billy Joel has finished another song. I heard not a single word of it.
I hear only Scully´s breathing which has evened out now. She has fallen asleep in
my arms.
I stroke her arm gently and enjoy this moment of peace with the woman I love. So
this is what happiness feels like...
We both have had too few of these moments lately. I decide to stay some time
where I am and listen to the music.
Listen boy
Don't want to see you let a good thing
Slip away
You know I don't like watching
Anybody make the same mistakes
I made
She's a real nice girl
And she's always there for you
But a nice girl wouldn't tell you what you should do
Listen boy
I'm sure that you think you got it all
Under control
You don't want somebody telling you
The way to stay in someone's soul
You're a big boy now
You'll never let her go
But that's just the kind of thing
She ought to know
Tell her about it
Tell her everything you feel
Give her every reason to accept
That you're for real
Tell her about it
Tell her all your crazy dreams
Let her know you need her
Let her know how much she means
Listen boy
It's not automatically a certain guarantee
To insure yourself
You've got to provide communication constantly
When you love someone
You're always insecure
And there's only one good way
To reassure
Tell her about it
Let her know how much you care
When she can't be with you
Tell her you wish you were there
Tell her about it
Every day before you leave
Pay her some attention
Give her something to believe
Cause now and then
She'll get to worrying
Just because you haven't spoken
For so long
Though you may not have done anything
Will that be a consolation when she's gone
Listen boy
It's good information from a man
Who's made mistakes
Just a word or two that she gets from you
Could be the difference that it makes
She's a trusting soul
She's put her trust in you
But a girl like that won't tell you
What you should do
Tell her about it
Tell her everything you feel
Give her every reason
To accept that you're for real
Tell her about it
Tell her all your crazy dreams
Let her know you need her
Let her know how much she means
Tell her about it
Tell her how you feel right now
Tell her about it
The girl don't want to wait too long
You got to tell her about it
Tell her now and you won't go wrong
You got to tell her about it
Before it gets too late
You got to tell her about it
You know the girl don't want
To wait - you got to
Tell her about it
Yeah, before it gets too late. I won´t let that happen. If there were a god I would
swear to him that I´ll tell her about my feelings. But I don´t have the courage yet.
And by the way, she´s sleeping so peacefully in my arms that I don´t have the heart
to wake her.
I shift a little on the couch so that I can gather her in my arms and rise carefully. I
carry her upstairs and wonder that such strenght can come in such a small package.
She weighs near to nothing.
It´s alittle difficult to open the door but I finally manage to get her into her room
without letting her drop or bump her against the doorframe.
I lay her gently on the bed and remove the shoes from her tiny feet. I don´t dare to
undress her. She could wake up in the process...
So I tuck her in with the light comforter from the end of the bed. Scully cuddles
against the cushions but doesn´t wake.
"Good night, Scully. Sweet dreams," I whisper and kiss her on the cheek.
Then I sneak out of her room.
End Part 2