*Chapter 10*
The first touch was electrifying, but they always knew that it would be. It was like a lightning bolt had struck the both of them. Amazing, but not surprising. Too much passion had been instilled into their professional lives for it not to transcend into their personal lives. Mulder stepped forward so that not even an inch separated them. Neither really knew how to proceed from there. Who knew that they would ever make it this far after so many years of platonic friendship? They both wanted more but did not know how to take it, so they just let their animal instincts take control.
Mulder deepened the kiss by running his tongue across Scully's lips until she opened up for him. Perfection. Her hands found their way into his hair and she began running them through it. Such a soft texture. While her hands were exploring his hair, his tongue was exploring her mouth. Every time he found a sensitive part of her mouth, she moaned. Or was it him? Did it matter?
Mulder was becoming very greedy. He wanted more of this intoxicating beauty. His hands moved from her face, through her soft hair, to the back of her head to push her closer to him. If things didn't stop soon, kissing her wasn't going to be enough.
Hiccup.
He smiled against Scully's mouth. That certainly never happened to him before. Never had a kiss ended because of a hiccup. Guess it was a night filled with firsts.
Scully pulled away slightly and looked up at Mulder, clearly embarrassed that she had just interrupted their intimate moment. She saw that he was smiling and knew that she had nothing to be embarrassed about. He was amused but understanding.
"What just happened?" Scully asked in a husky voice.
"I think we just expanded our friendship," Mulder replied in an equally rough voice.
"Oh," she said as she moved back to him so that her body was flush against his again.
This time, Scully initiated the kiss. It was her turn to explore. There was no sign of hesitation with this kiss. Both had a taste of what was to come and both wanted more. Kisses were becoming drugs and both were addicted. Her tongue went right into his eagerly awaiting mouth. She caressed his tongue with hers and was met with delicious moans of his own.
While her hands went back to running through Mulder's hair, he decided to go a little further and started running his hands up and down her back. Scully shivered with pleasure, and he felt each quiver due to their extremely close proximity.
Neither had ever acted this passionately towards anyone before in his/her life. They both knew why that was, though. The person in front of them was special. This was the person that they loved.
They knew they had to stop soon, but neither wanted it to end. Well, something was going to have to stop them.
Thud. Thunk.
Scully woke up with a start when she heard the noise. She sat up in bed and reached for her gun that was on the end table at the side of her bed. Only when she had her gun securely in her hand did she remember that she had company. Mulder. He had needed to stay at her house for the night because his apartment was being sprayed for termites. She looked at the clock and saw that it was 2:15 am. She was wide-awake now. Might as well check out what Mulder was doing.
While Scully was putting on her robe, she was thinking about that dream she was having only moments before. It was still fresh in her memory. It seemed so real to her. The smells, touches, tastes...Stop it! This was no time to be thinking about a dream that probably meant nothing other then the fact that she was getting desperate for male attention, even in her dreams. Except that it brought up some interesting questions, like what she really felt for her partner or that infamous "what if." Oh, this was getting her nowhere. Time to see what Mulder was up to.
She walked into her dark living room to find Mulder fiddling with her stereo.
"Do you have any idea what time it is?" she asked.
Mulder whirled around, obviously surprised to find that he had woken her.
"I guess my night vision isn't as good as I thought it was," he said turning on the nearest lamp. "I kicked your table while trying to get to your stereo. I couldn't sleep and I thought some music could help me seeing that your TV isn't working."
"What, I still get the Spanish channel in pretty well."
"Oh, well then. Let's all sit down and watch El Mundo Grande."
"Can I get you anything?" Scully asked, making her way toward the kitchen.
"Do you have any of that chicken left?"
"Do you know what time it is?" she asked for the second time that night.
"2:23 am. Three and a half minutes since you last asked me."
"Anyway, no. We ate it all for dinner. How about pretzels?"
"Alright." he said while turning on her stereo to try and find some decent music to listen to.
Scully brought back the snack and asked, "So, why couldn't you sleep this time?"
"I had an, um....interesting dream," he said, finally finding the perfect 2:30 am music, soft and light.
"Really? Me too."
I bet it was nothing like mine, they both thought simultaneously.
A new song came on the radio. A song that they both recognized from their dream. They stood motionless, under the spell of the song, until Scully dropped the pretzels that she had in her hands.
"Oops," she said, picking up the bag and putting it on the couch.
"Nice song, isn't it?"
"Hmmm? Oh, yeah."
She had to act normal. If she didn't, Mulder would know something was up and then he would know about her dream. OK, so the latter would probably never happen, but she didn't want to take the chance. All she had to do was get through this song.
Mulder broke the silence between the two of them by asking the life- changing question that told Scully everything, "Do you want to dance?"
To all of my faithful readers, and especially to all those wonderful people who gave me such glowing feedback: The end. What, you wanted something more profound? Alright. I hope you all enjoyed this adventure through my imagination. Though the headaches were many, it was all so very worthwhile. Feedback became my motivation and made me work that much harder to complete the next chapter. Thank you all for your support, both spoken and unspoken. Fun for me. Fun for you. Can't go wrong with that combination.
Aztec: The wait wasn't that long, I hope. See, Sunday is already here and you have come to the end. Hope that you enjoyed this and all chapters and I hope that I see you in response area for any future adventures I take in the fanfic world.
RitzBitz: I hope that I took enough time for you. I hate for this not to be the best that it could have been. And let me tell you, you are your own worst critic. I never though that this story was that great, but you guys have turned my opinion around. Thank you again for your continuing support
Jamie Sculder: Well, the ending was a bit of a cliché surprise, but I hope it left you with an optimistic view of their future. At least in this alternate universe. Hope that this final cliffhanger meets your approval. Your feedback was fabulous and I thank you for taking the time to write to me.
ToasterWithWings: :::Blushes::: Wow! Your compliment just about floored me. I can't believe that you hold me in such high esteem, especially when there are so many other wonderfully fabulous authors out there. Wow. Thank you so much.
agentpippen: Haha, I hurried as fast as I could. Life just has a sneaky way of getting in your way. Luckily, I anticipated it and could warn you in advance. Hope you took every precaution to make it this far and to get to the end. Your response was filled with "excellentness" and I thank you.
Em: Are you awake? Good, I'm glad you could make it to the end. Well, think of it as good thing that you came in towards the end. You didn't have to wait for the first few chapters to actually be written and posted. WIPs can be annoying in that respect. Though you jumped on late in the story, I still appreciate your feedback. Every little bit makes my day brighter.
NeverAgainSmallPotatoes: Thanks for the address. I'll write to it as soon as I have this last chapter posted. Do they allow mail on your floor? That high of a floor seems to be reserved for the especially insane (ie. Those that not only talk to but also name their hairbrushes). Well, the story has ended and its time you make a break out of your cell. I'll see you on the "still insane but hiding it very well" side. Before I forget, thank you for your responses. They always put a smile on my face. By the way, my curling iron is named Cordelia.
DragonMouse: Well, I hope the second half was as good for you as the first half. Thanks for your feedback. It is always appreciated.
The first touch was electrifying, but they always knew that it would be. It was like a lightning bolt had struck the both of them. Amazing, but not surprising. Too much passion had been instilled into their professional lives for it not to transcend into their personal lives. Mulder stepped forward so that not even an inch separated them. Neither really knew how to proceed from there. Who knew that they would ever make it this far after so many years of platonic friendship? They both wanted more but did not know how to take it, so they just let their animal instincts take control.
Mulder deepened the kiss by running his tongue across Scully's lips until she opened up for him. Perfection. Her hands found their way into his hair and she began running them through it. Such a soft texture. While her hands were exploring his hair, his tongue was exploring her mouth. Every time he found a sensitive part of her mouth, she moaned. Or was it him? Did it matter?
Mulder was becoming very greedy. He wanted more of this intoxicating beauty. His hands moved from her face, through her soft hair, to the back of her head to push her closer to him. If things didn't stop soon, kissing her wasn't going to be enough.
Hiccup.
He smiled against Scully's mouth. That certainly never happened to him before. Never had a kiss ended because of a hiccup. Guess it was a night filled with firsts.
Scully pulled away slightly and looked up at Mulder, clearly embarrassed that she had just interrupted their intimate moment. She saw that he was smiling and knew that she had nothing to be embarrassed about. He was amused but understanding.
"What just happened?" Scully asked in a husky voice.
"I think we just expanded our friendship," Mulder replied in an equally rough voice.
"Oh," she said as she moved back to him so that her body was flush against his again.
This time, Scully initiated the kiss. It was her turn to explore. There was no sign of hesitation with this kiss. Both had a taste of what was to come and both wanted more. Kisses were becoming drugs and both were addicted. Her tongue went right into his eagerly awaiting mouth. She caressed his tongue with hers and was met with delicious moans of his own.
While her hands went back to running through Mulder's hair, he decided to go a little further and started running his hands up and down her back. Scully shivered with pleasure, and he felt each quiver due to their extremely close proximity.
Neither had ever acted this passionately towards anyone before in his/her life. They both knew why that was, though. The person in front of them was special. This was the person that they loved.
They knew they had to stop soon, but neither wanted it to end. Well, something was going to have to stop them.
Thud. Thunk.
Scully woke up with a start when she heard the noise. She sat up in bed and reached for her gun that was on the end table at the side of her bed. Only when she had her gun securely in her hand did she remember that she had company. Mulder. He had needed to stay at her house for the night because his apartment was being sprayed for termites. She looked at the clock and saw that it was 2:15 am. She was wide-awake now. Might as well check out what Mulder was doing.
While Scully was putting on her robe, she was thinking about that dream she was having only moments before. It was still fresh in her memory. It seemed so real to her. The smells, touches, tastes...Stop it! This was no time to be thinking about a dream that probably meant nothing other then the fact that she was getting desperate for male attention, even in her dreams. Except that it brought up some interesting questions, like what she really felt for her partner or that infamous "what if." Oh, this was getting her nowhere. Time to see what Mulder was up to.
She walked into her dark living room to find Mulder fiddling with her stereo.
"Do you have any idea what time it is?" she asked.
Mulder whirled around, obviously surprised to find that he had woken her.
"I guess my night vision isn't as good as I thought it was," he said turning on the nearest lamp. "I kicked your table while trying to get to your stereo. I couldn't sleep and I thought some music could help me seeing that your TV isn't working."
"What, I still get the Spanish channel in pretty well."
"Oh, well then. Let's all sit down and watch El Mundo Grande."
"Can I get you anything?" Scully asked, making her way toward the kitchen.
"Do you have any of that chicken left?"
"Do you know what time it is?" she asked for the second time that night.
"2:23 am. Three and a half minutes since you last asked me."
"Anyway, no. We ate it all for dinner. How about pretzels?"
"Alright." he said while turning on her stereo to try and find some decent music to listen to.
Scully brought back the snack and asked, "So, why couldn't you sleep this time?"
"I had an, um....interesting dream," he said, finally finding the perfect 2:30 am music, soft and light.
"Really? Me too."
I bet it was nothing like mine, they both thought simultaneously.
A new song came on the radio. A song that they both recognized from their dream. They stood motionless, under the spell of the song, until Scully dropped the pretzels that she had in her hands.
"Oops," she said, picking up the bag and putting it on the couch.
"Nice song, isn't it?"
"Hmmm? Oh, yeah."
She had to act normal. If she didn't, Mulder would know something was up and then he would know about her dream. OK, so the latter would probably never happen, but she didn't want to take the chance. All she had to do was get through this song.
Mulder broke the silence between the two of them by asking the life- changing question that told Scully everything, "Do you want to dance?"
To all of my faithful readers, and especially to all those wonderful people who gave me such glowing feedback: The end. What, you wanted something more profound? Alright. I hope you all enjoyed this adventure through my imagination. Though the headaches were many, it was all so very worthwhile. Feedback became my motivation and made me work that much harder to complete the next chapter. Thank you all for your support, both spoken and unspoken. Fun for me. Fun for you. Can't go wrong with that combination.
Aztec: The wait wasn't that long, I hope. See, Sunday is already here and you have come to the end. Hope that you enjoyed this and all chapters and I hope that I see you in response area for any future adventures I take in the fanfic world.
RitzBitz: I hope that I took enough time for you. I hate for this not to be the best that it could have been. And let me tell you, you are your own worst critic. I never though that this story was that great, but you guys have turned my opinion around. Thank you again for your continuing support
Jamie Sculder: Well, the ending was a bit of a cliché surprise, but I hope it left you with an optimistic view of their future. At least in this alternate universe. Hope that this final cliffhanger meets your approval. Your feedback was fabulous and I thank you for taking the time to write to me.
ToasterWithWings: :::Blushes::: Wow! Your compliment just about floored me. I can't believe that you hold me in such high esteem, especially when there are so many other wonderfully fabulous authors out there. Wow. Thank you so much.
agentpippen: Haha, I hurried as fast as I could. Life just has a sneaky way of getting in your way. Luckily, I anticipated it and could warn you in advance. Hope you took every precaution to make it this far and to get to the end. Your response was filled with "excellentness" and I thank you.
Em: Are you awake? Good, I'm glad you could make it to the end. Well, think of it as good thing that you came in towards the end. You didn't have to wait for the first few chapters to actually be written and posted. WIPs can be annoying in that respect. Though you jumped on late in the story, I still appreciate your feedback. Every little bit makes my day brighter.
NeverAgainSmallPotatoes: Thanks for the address. I'll write to it as soon as I have this last chapter posted. Do they allow mail on your floor? That high of a floor seems to be reserved for the especially insane (ie. Those that not only talk to but also name their hairbrushes). Well, the story has ended and its time you make a break out of your cell. I'll see you on the "still insane but hiding it very well" side. Before I forget, thank you for your responses. They always put a smile on my face. By the way, my curling iron is named Cordelia.
DragonMouse: Well, I hope the second half was as good for you as the first half. Thanks for your feedback. It is always appreciated.