Something Sacred
By Piper Sargasso
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Chris
Carter, 1013 Productions and Twentieth Century
Fox. No infringement intended.
Authors Notes: A haiku written by the very
talented Toniann inspired this story. Special
thanks to Char and Philiater for the exceptional
get-well fics they wrote after I burned my hand
in an unfortunate cooking incident (LOL!). This
little bit 'o fluff is for you, girls!
And to Sallie, for being an angel and beta'ing
this story for me. Godiva showers to you,
sweetie!
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Something Sacred
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My lips crush against hers, battling for
domination. She pushes away.
"I don't need you to prove anything to me,
Mulder."
But that's just another in a long line of lies she's
told me in the interest of saving face. I have
much to prove. You see, I just heard the most
improbable, most ridiculous thing pour from
those sweet lips. Something I never thought I'd
hear –
"I don't believe in love anymore."
I couldn't bear it, not coming from her. There
has to be something sacred left in this
godforsaken world.
"Unacceptable," I answered roughly, and crossed
the room to pull her into my arms before she had
a chance to yank herself away. She looked
frightened, stunned; God help me, aroused.
I look down into her determined face with
determination of my own. She shrinks under my
gaze and looks away.
"You're wrong, Scully." I take a step forward;
she takes a step back.
Shaking her head, she looks everywhere but at
me. "This is crazy. It doesn't make a difference
anyway."
Step forward; step back.
"You're so wrong, it's not even funny." I
respond. I don't recognize my own voice,
drenched as it is in unguarded emotion. How can
she not know?
"Look, Mulder," she begins shakily. "This is
very personal, okay? I never should've brought it
up. Just forget it."
I shake my head slowly, tilting her chin up to
force her to look at me.
Step forward; step back.
"Sorry, partner. Can't do that."
She gasps as her back makes contact with the
wall.
"You see, it's not that easy." I trace a finger
along her jaw line, thrilling at the shiver she
can't hide at my touch. "I won't accept that from
you."
I bend to taste of her creamy neck, shaking in
response to her hitched breathing. "Wh-what?"
she gasps.
My kisses become wetter as I trail them to the
hollow of her throat; the pale shoulder I expose
to the cool air. I want to taste every blessed inch
of this woman, need to savor her flavor as if my
very life depended on it. She's my one true
obsession. My addiction.
Slowly, I unbutton her shirt, revealing perfectly
rounded breasts above the black fabric of her bra.
I sample the silken texture of them, pushing her
shirt away to hang at her sides. Her back arches,
pushing her into me as I nip and tug at the taut
nipples beneath the slip of lace and satin.
"What are you doing to me?" She asks
breathlessly.
Nothing, Agent Scully, if not claiming what is
mine; what has always been mine.
She's a wanton siren, azure eyes blazing beneath
the thick blackness of her lashes; ripe, berried
lips parted in invitation as she breathes
erratically. I can almost hear her silent question –
"Why now?" can almost taste the intense
anticipation. It's palpable. She slides against the
wall; up, down, striving to grind herself against
the groin that presses just a bit higher than where
she needs it.
I roughly jerk her skirt up, bunching it around
her waist. She cries out from the shock, and her
eyes glow darker, needier. I reach down to pull
off her panties and unzip my slacks.
Running a finger down the warm valley between
her breasts, feeling the wild palpitation of her
heart, I lean in to nuzzle at her ear.
"Deny it, Scully," I whisper.
She shivers.
"Mulder . . ."
"Deny it. Deny what you know is real. Tell me
you don't believe in love. Tell me and I'll make
this stop, if that's what you want. Because I've
been trying to remember a time when I didn't
love you."
Her lower lip quivers.
"I- I can't."
I can't help the sigh of joy that spills into her ear.
Lifting her from her high-heeled stance to wrap
her legs around my waist, I'm amazed by how
light she is. How her legs seem to have already
found a natural groove around my body. She
snakes one slender arm around my neck, one to
clutch around the wall dividing my rooms.
When I enter her, it's almost more than I can
bear. She's so warm, so incredibly slick. We
move erratically, desperate to absorb every
second of this perfection, aching to pull each
other in. Her heels dig into my lower back and
her hands scrabble for better purchase on the
wall behind us.
In a great gasp, she comes, shuddering against
me as her inner walls tighten. I follow close
behind.
She's limp against me, both of us struggling for
breath. I kiss her damp neck and slide us to the
floor, cradling her in my lap.
"Now, about that statement; your 'I don't believe
in love any more . . .'"
"Mulder," she interrupts. "I want to believe."
~ The End ~
Additional Note: Below is the beautiful haiku
written by Toniann, which was the inspiration
for this little story ~
I dare you: deny
how your blood burns hotter when
my skin touches yours
Isn't that lovely?