Title: Sunflower seed revelation

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.

Spoilers: None, bit cancer-arch

Summary: Mulder and Scully investigate case of killed farmers in Kansas. It's very hot in Kansas!

Author's Notes and Acknowledgments: Mind candy, love and fluff. This is more MSR than anything else. You have been warned, if you are looking for a case file, look elsewhere. That's my first publishing. Please give me some feedback if it's any good at all. Feedback to dsmulder4u

Disclaimer: Not mine, sadly never will be. The characters belong to CC and DD and GA and Fox Broadcasting.

Sunflower seed revelation

August, 5th 1997

Somewhere in Kansas

104 degrees – hottest day of the year

We have been partners for 5 years now and I have to say I think I knew nearly everything about my partner. I know how he thinks and his habits and flaws. I know about his strange and unhealthy sleeping habits, some of his fantasies, regarding the video collection that isn't his, as well as his nourishment likes and dislikes. For example his sunflower seed obsession which annoyed me at first but came to fascinate me more and more. Not that I am constantly complaining about where he drops the shells or that they literally everywhere to be found where he dwells. "Mulder." I tell him. "Whenever I have to find you, I just have to follow your seed tracks, like a stream of bread crumbs." He just chuckles and gives me a goofy smile. God, how I adore this sheepish look. Ups, stop it Dana, this feeling has to be shoved right back where it came from. A silent question formed in my mind "What does he feel about me? Is he dreaming and thinking about me in the same way?" This might be the only thing that I might never really know about him. His emotions always puzzled me. Even if I was quite good in reading his face but reading his emotional mind is impossible. Oh, how I would like to find out as well as reading his long, smooth and exquisite body. Stop that Dana! Get a grip on yourself! The best way to cope with that is to distract my thoughts and my already responding body while thinking about Fox Mulder, is to concentrate at the work at hand.

Our new case leads us to Kansas, for me the most boring state of all 50, regarding it's small towns and agriculture as far as the eye can see. More so, it is the freaking hottest day of the year. It's so hot that you start sweating by just sitting in a chair. Well, well, what should I complain about. At least I get out of the office and those nice little weird stakeouts are fun, especially with my partner in a good mood. We have found newspaper articles about strange unexplainable deaths of 4 farmers after bringing in the harvest of their corn fields. The local coroner couldn't find any traces of pharmaceuticals or chemicals in the victim's blood system. There wasn't even a cause of death at hand. Mulder wants me to have a look at the bodies whereas he interviews the families and has a closer look to the farming tools.

After rereading the files of the local coroner over and over again as well as examining the 4 victims myself, I found nothing new and I am really tired now. I head back to our motel, which was not one of the very crappy ones we often have to stay in, this one is clean and has nice big rooms and thankfully a bathroom with a huge tub. God, I need a bath right now, even if it is a cooling one. I quickly led some nice tepid water into the tub und opened my suitcase to get my clean and fresh night gown. Yeah, you heard it right, a night gown. I don't really know why I brought it this time, regarding the fact that I always bring my silk pajamas. I guess I was in the mood for it. But when I am true to myself I remember buying it in a very aware thinking of Mulder and what he find would look nice on me. It is black and has lace on the top part surrounding my breasts and the rest is ancle long and made of the softest silk I have ever had on my body. I really feel sexy and like a woman when I wear it. But what I really found amusing when I got it out of my suitcase was when it unfolded that sunflower seed fell to the floor. Funny, how he is in my most intimate part of clothing without ever knowing that I have it. They must have fallen out of his trench coat pocket yesterday morning, when he was in my apartment waiting for me to finish packing. He often throws his coat in my bed when he his waiting for me. Maybe he didn't recognize it and just threw it over my half-open suitcase.

Anyway, the fatigue suddenly hit me and I move straight to the tub. I feel immediately relaxed and lean my had against the tub and close my eyes. I was nearly drifting into sleep, when I heard something moving in my room, calling my name. Of course, this could only be my witty, handsome partner with his deep hazel eyes, I could loose myself in. DANA, stop that right now. I think I am a little too relaxed. I try to compose myself before I answer his call, hoping that he won't hear my need for him in my voice. "Yes, Mulder. I am in the tub. Give me a minute, I'll be right there." He just said "Ok." And I breathed out a relieve, because he didn't detect my thoughts by my tone. Or did he?

While I was drying myself and looking for my clothes, he started talking anyway. "Hey Scully, you won't guess what I heard from the families today. There seems to be a link between the circumstances of death that all victims share. Since the heat got worse all wives mentioned a strange behavior on their husbands hours before they died. They said that they were very…uh,… physical. You know, like they haven't been in many years. They were kinda h-o-r-n-y…". Before he could finish the sentence he finally looked up and was totally taken aback, silenced immediately by the image that unfolded in front of his eyes. Oh, how I loved that expression on his face and his whole body responded to me wearing that black night gown, hair falling down curly on my shoulders. He just gazed at me with so much surprise and, yes I guess, I could see desire in his eyes. I tried to play it nonchalant and asked him "Yes, what were they?". Mulder just stood there following each single movement of mine, circling his eyes around my form. Totally speechless. That look is priceless. I figured he might like the gown pretty much, but this reactions was more than I expected. Now I knew he wanted me as much as I want him?

He didn't react to my question, so I tried to push it a bit. I walked directly in front of him. Closing the distance between us, took my hand and laid it on his jaw line, closing his mouth in the same movement. I looked deep into his eyes and said "Like what you see, don't ya?" He was so paralyzed, but suddenly just gazing back at me and says "Oh, yes. Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?" I smiled at him and tried to step back a little. But he didn't let me and grabbed me by my waist, never leaving our eye contact. Then he asked "Have you bought that on purpose?" I just flushed and told him "Yes, and I also wear it on purpose." I don't know where my bravery came from, but I felt his desire and maybe that made me so confident. Mulder than laid his right hand on my cheek and played little circles with his thumb right under my ear. My knees got week by that contact, together with the passion and wanting radiating from his eyes and his whole body. Deadly serious he tells me "I'm going to kiss you now, if you don't stop me. I just can't help it. You don't know what you do to me right now and how long I waited for that." Ok, now I am terrified. Frozen to my spot so close to him, I could feel his heat and it was impossible to brake the gaze, the only thing I was able to do was to breath out, nearly unrecognizable, "I won't stop you." And then it happens, his soft and greedy lips sink onto mine and I was completely gone. All my expectations, all my dreams were coming down to this very moment and being released with just a little contact. I started to breath in short little gasps and there were butterflies in my stomach, making me light-headed. I was in heaven. Finally I could taste him, so I did what came most natural to me and kissed him back and tenderly exploring his lips and I opened my mouth immediately while his tongue seeking entrance. We deepen the kiss, tongues dancing, heart beats racing and I sigh into his mouth immediately being sighed back from him. I cannot believe this is happening.

How on earth did we end up like this? I know that he wanted me and showed it in his own way with his endless innuendoes and witty lines firing at me and only when he thought I wouldn't recognize it, he watches every move I make from head to heals and back again. When I catch him doing that, he shoves the feelings right back where they came from. For me it was the same way. We danced that stupid dance for way too long now, especially after my cancer miraculously got into remission. During my time in the hospital he always kissed me on my cheek or my hand. Waiting for his touch was nearly unbearable at that time. This was the only thing that I could feel, his touch was the only thing that could really comforted me and gave me strength. When he came back and brought me the final cure I thought I was dreaming. My knight in shining armor saved my health, my life and my soul at the same time. After being back in the field, my longing for him and being hold in his easy and comforting embrace grew stronger every minute. So here I was and I was longing for him so badly that I was close to explosion. I had to tell and show him that I love him. I also know for certain that he loves me. Why else would a man risk his own life and career and trade with the enemy to find a cure for an uncurable cancer. He even gave up his longest dream to finally be with his sister.

Oh and yes, I love him. I grew to love him over those years. We did not only built up a trust in one another we had only for us but also a love that makes us to die for each other if necessary. God, why did it take so fucking long to let us feel what we openly show each other right now in this blissful kiss? I have to make sure that this is not only because of a sexual need of long repressed desire but also because this changes everything between us and so I break the kiss, but still hold him tight to me with one arm around his waist and the other around his neck, my fingers playing with his soft hair. He looks at me and waits what I have to say, but the love in his eyes is nearly enough to answer my question but I need to hear him say it. So I say in a very low and soft voice: "Mulder, this means so much to me, I cannot pretend not wanting more than only this night. If I do that, than that's it for me. I want it all. I am so in love with you. I want you to know that before this goes any further." I don't know how I found the courage to say that. My heart was beating heavily that I felt it pounding in my ears, hungrily waiting for his replay.

He was as surprised as me when I could read his face correctly. He smiled at me and answered "God, Scu…Dana, you really don't know how long I craved for this very moment. I want you so much with all that I am, that if you hadn't started that tonight, I would have. I was planning to take you out to dinner and finally tell you what you mean to me. I love you. I am in love with for so long now. This is it for me as well. I was such an idiot to wait so long and not having that courage you have tonight." With those words I was totally flabbergasted and before I could let down the tears that were building in my eyes of pure joy and love, he grabbed me and kissed me with all his passion. Don't say that Fox Mulder isn't a passionate man, when he wants something he reaches for it with all that is in him. He also does that with this kiss. Oh, this kiss. I responded with my whole body, pressing into him. Wanting him as close as it was physically possible. Feeling my need, he walked me backwards till my legs met the edge of the bed.

Without any hesitation, I put my hands on his shoulders and under his jacket, shoving it off and starting on his buttons of my favorite blush-blue dress shirt. Never stopping to kiss him, I started to tremble and whimper as the pure body contact nearly drove me over the edge right there. Feeling my knees buckle again, he puts his arm around my waist, supporting me and pulling me closer. So close I could feel his rock hard desire in his pants. I tugged at his belt buckle and cupping his erection through the thin fabric, he moaned and kissed me harder. Not able to hold up any longer, we fell onto the bed. I started undressing the rest of him while he stroked my thigh under my gown pushing the silky cloth up und up until he let it rest on my lower belly. Stroking first my outer and then my inner thighs, I needed some air to breath and left his mouth with my lips and caressed his neck with feather-light kisses like memorizing every inch of me. With spreading my legs, I was giving him access to what we need both so much in that moment. Leaning into me, he whispered in my ear with his sexy raspy voice "Even if I love your gown, I need to take it of now, or I will explode for desire for you right immediately. " I chuckle slightly and he lets me sit up a bit, so that he can push the now rumpled gown over my head.

After the last barrier between us has been removed, we both gasp as his chest touched my breasts. I was overwhelmed by the electricity of this feeling and we lock eyes and saw the longing in each other's darkened colors. He said again that he loves me and how gorgeous I am and then I was a puddle feeling only the sensations he gives me. Softly, he starts kneading and kissing my breasts and my nipples, making me gasp, moan and whimper, till I couldn't take it anymore, voicing in a hush "Please, Fox, now. Don't…huh, let me wait any longer. I need to feel you inside me. Ah, pleeeeaaasse." "Dana, God. I want you so much." So I take him into my hand and finally guide him where he belonged since forever. He tenderly pushed inside me and I stopped breathing for a second to let my body adapt to his size. He was hot and big and wonderful. "Oh my god, Fox." Was all I could utter, before I was reduced to a monosyllabic cell of need and desire. I lost all control, but he was able to bring my conscience back a bit by starting to move. I met him thrust for thrust, pushing up my hips in his agonizing slow rhythm. He grunts and whispers sweet words of love and need into my ear, kissing me over and over again. Our tongues meeting the rhythm of our hips and I felt that I was so close. He sensed that and himself nearly losing control, hardly concentrating on my response to his movements. He was holding back to please me. He whispers "Let go my love, I love you so much, Dana." I only was able to whisper back "Oh god, yes Fox." Using his first name does the trick and he sped up a bit and after two, three strokes he shot me into oblivion together with him. I heard that simultaneous climaxes were possible but I never had experienced that. This is unbelievably awesome and beautiful. I never felt something like that before. We kissed ourselves back to reality.

Lying together, still joined and spend and absolutely sated, I looked into those bottomless pools of green, hazel and blue and was drowning in his love. He didn't want to crush me and wanted to move off of me, but I hold him saying "Don't. I am not ready to let you go. Stay where you are, you feel so good." He smiled back at me and stroke my hair, kissing me again long and lingering. God, I could kiss him forever. I think I will never have enough of him. The case we have here was forgotten for that hot night. Hot in every single meaning of that word. Drifting off into the most relaxed slumber we both ever experienced, we woke up three times that night making love to each other, exploring every part of our bodies and studying every response to use it the next time.

The next morning came much too fast, but we knew we had to go back to the real world in which we were agents Mulder and Scully, investigating unexplainable phenomena. He was holding me and kissing me sweetly before he went into the shower. Even if I knew we were going to be late, I couldn't stop myself following him in there. Sharing a shower was erotic as hell and left us breathless in the now cooling drizzle of water running on our heated skin. Finally, we managed to put on proper FBI clothing. Before we left the room, we both stood by the door, me already holding the knob, he said: "Dana, I know we have to deal with separating our professional and personal life to be as effective as before, but I want you to know that I think I won't ever be able to be without you for even one night. I want to wake up to you every morning and coming home to you every night. So I have to ask you that before we leave: "Do you want to move in with me?".

Jesus, that was totally unexpected. Overwhelmed by a flood of emotions, I tried to compose myself before starting to cry of pure joy and replied: "More than anything else I ever wanted. Yes. Oh Yes, Fox. But my apartment is bigger than yours. Mybe it's better to move into mine?". He swallowed hard and said: "I don't mind, as long as you can stand me 24/7." Smiling at him, I just answered his still pleading eyes: "That is definitely in the realm of possibilities, regarding the fact that you already are in my night gown and nearly every unexpected places in my apartment." He frowned at me, not knowing what I meant. So I go on: "I speak of your sunflower seeds. They are everywhere, even in my nightgown in my suitcase." We both laughed so hard like we didn't in a long time. So it was settled. I will spend my life with Fox William Mulder, the most annoying, loving, trustworthy, handsome and sexy man I was craving to live with till I draw my last breath. With that thought and a tender last kiss, we left my, no our, motel room into the real world.

Leaving some sunflower seeds on the floor that were falling out of his pocket while he was taking my hand in the most gentle touch.

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