Mulder and Scully

by Catwoman

Catwoman@grlmail.com

Date Finished: July 13th, 1998

Classification: V, A, MSR, hopefully H

Keywords: Mulder/Scully Romance

Rating: PG-13 (suggestion of sexual activity, some language)

Disclaimer: Mulder and Scully are not mine,, but instead belong to Chris Carter, 1013 productions, and Fox Broadcasting. The song, however, belongs to Catatonia.

Distribute: Wherever. Just tell me where it's going, please.

Spoilers: Whatever. Anything and everything, basically. Some movie stuff.

WARNING: MSR construction ahead!

Note: A few months ago, my friend Margi and I were having a discussion about our current music tastes, and she asked me if I'd ever heard 'Mulder and Scully' by Catatonia, a small Welsh pop band that I'd never even heard of. I still haven't heard the whole song, but I do have the lyrics, and, of course, I have an obligation to use them in a fanfic, so...here it is!

Note 2: I had originally decided to do something like my usual fare with this one, but I've just read Dawson E. Rambo's 'Assignment' series and that reminded me of a story called 'Demons In The Night' by The Lone Gungirl that I really loved about M&S e-mailing each other and sharing secrets. So I've decided to try my hand at the e- mail portion of fanficking. Hope it comes out okay.

Note 3: You should probably pay really close attention to both the subject lines of the e-mails herein as well as the general bulk.

P.S. on the Notes: For those of you who don't know, means , means , means , means ...you can probably figure out the rest of the symbols from there, right?

Dedication: This is dedicated to Margi Kleinjan (Alisha) for telling me of the existence of this song.

Summary: Mulder and Scully discover the wonders of e-mail.

Challenge: My response do a story that has your favorite pair contacting each other ONLY via email...Cybersex, anyone?

Mulder and Scully: My Out Of Style Is Coming Back
By Catwoman

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To: D_Scully@F...
From: F_Mulder@F...
Subject: Time to whine

Scully, I'm really, *really* bored. Help me out here.

Mulder
~~~~~

Dana Scully had just been getting comfortable with the pile of expense reports that had accumulated on the itty bitty little table her partner liked to call her desk when an insidious and totally unfamiliar disjointed female voice spoke directly from her laptop computer, proclaiming almost excitedly, "You've got mail," in a voice that said to Scully a somewhat different message: 'Oh look, someone decided to try and make you feel better because you HAVE NO LIFE.' Frowning angrily at being disturbed by something so out of the ordinary, Scully reached over and uploaded her mail program.

"Mulder, do you remember my computer having that horrid 'you've got mail' message before?" she asked distractedly as she moved into her inbox.

She didn't receive an answer from her partner, who was busy making an immaculate paper airplane out of the progress report on their division which Skinner had sent down.

He almost smiled to himself at the sudden upward jerk of Scully's head in his direction as she saw that her message was from him. Her eyes rested on him only a brief moment, however, before curiosity overtook her and she opened the message.

She read over it quickly, and lifted her eyes to him again.

"But Mulder..." she began, confused, and he hurriedly shushed her, finally looking up at her as his finger brushed over his lips. She hushed instantly, staring at him like he'd gone loco. He gestured emphatically towards her laptop, and she watched him for a moment, sighed, and poised her fingers over the keyboard. A moment later, his computer informed him, silently, unlike Scully's, that he had new mail.

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To: F_Mulder@F...
From: D_Scully@F...
Subject: Why are we doing this?

Mulder, I'm right across the room from you. Why do you insist on e-mail?

Scully
~~~~~

He smiled to himself as he typed in his reply. A moment later the damned voice on her computer spoke up again.

"Mulder, I'm sure it didn't do that before," she said, and this time her tone was accusing. He shook his head again, gesturing to her computer. She frowned at him, tossed her head to get a few stray strands of red out of her way, and tackled the laptop again.

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To: D_Scully@F...
From: F_Mulder@F...
Subject: Because, smartypants

Scully, you're so uptight! What side of the bed did you roll out of this morning? Meanwhile, think of it this way: we can say anything on e-mail. None of the potential bugs in this room can pick it up. Not to mention, we can say anything to each other and not worry about the repercussions, if you know what I mean. Get it?

Mulder
~~~~~

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To: F_Mulder@F...
From: D_Scully@F...
Subject: What did you call me!?!?

Mulder, you're so immature. And no, I don't think I know what you mean by 'repercussions.' Perhaps you'd better illuminate me.

Scully
~~~~~

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To: D_Scully@F...
From: F_Mulder@F...
Subject: Look up, look way up...

INCOMING, SCULLY!!!!!!!!!!!!DUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Mulder

P.S. It's all explained in there, Scully.
~~~~~

Scully checked her e-mail just in time to see the paper airplane he'd built heading across the room, straight towards her. Letting out a tiny peep of surprise, she caught it deftly in two hands. He grinned at her from across the room, and she wondered why he was in such a good mood while she stared down at the paper airplane.

'It's all explained in there,' he'd said. In the airplane? Frowning slightly, she unfolded the airplane and flattened it on her desk. Mulder had drawn a happy face on the paper, and underneath, in his chicken-scratch scrawl, was written, 'Get confident, stupid.' An old slogan, a favorite slogan of nerds and weirdos. Pursing her lips tightly, Scully checked the other side of the paper. As she'd suspected, he'd totally destroyed Skinner's report.

She turned to her laptop.

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To: F_Mulder@F...
From: D_Scully@F...
Subject: What the hell?

Okay, Mulder, you've got me. 'Get confident, stupid'? Cute, Mulder, but what does it have to do with the fact that you're suddenly obsessed with the idea of e-mail instead of real talk? I know that line you fed me about bugs in this room isn't it...or at least all of it.

Scully
~~~~~

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To: D_Scully@F...
From: F_Mulder@F...
Subject: I got you, babe...

Scully, come on, you're the most intelligent person I know. THINK about it.

Mulder

P.S. Think 'repercussions,' Scully. Repercussions. What thoughts does that word bring to mind? And 'confidence.' Think about that one, too.
~~~~~

Scully balled her hands into fists when her computer chimed again.

"That's it," she began, thoroughly annoyed. "You rigged my computer, didn't you? You rigged it so you could play this little game..."

He once again cut her off, this time with an insistence throat-cutting gesture at himself. He kept his eyes glued to his computer.

"All right, Mulder, fine. Whatever. I'll play your game, for now. But if this keeps going on for long, you're getting this damned voice *off* my computer. Are we clear?"

Mulder simply grinned to himself, so she let out an impatient breath and turned to her e-mail.

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To: F_Mulder@F...
From: D_Scully@F...
Subject: What is wrong with you?

You know, Mulder, sometimes you really piss me off.

Scully
~~~~~

She watched with contempt as his grin widened.

~~~~~
To: D_Scully@F...
From: F_Mulder@F...
Subject: I think I just got really turned on.

See, Scully, that's exactly what I mean! You would never have said that to my face!

Mulder

P.S. See, isn't this fun?
~~~~~

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To: F_Mulder@F...
From: D_Scully@F...
Subject: Sure. Fine. Whatever.

I would too say it to your face!

Scully
~~~~~

"Oh yeah?" Mulder said, speaking for the first time in several hours. He lifted his eyes to watch her from across the room, and the dark note in his voice perfectly complimented the deep challenge in his eyes. He waited in silence while she slowly lifted her eyes to him, and he watched in amusement as the anger in her eyes crumbled under the weight of his stare behind his glasses. He'd always known she found him especially desirable in his glasses. "Come on, Scully, don't make me wait all day, here. I'm waiting to hear it. To my face. You said you would."

She stared at him, looking defeated. She opened her mouth several times, but no words would come out. So finally, desperate, she turned to her laptop, and he heard her madly typing away.

~~~~~
To: F_Mulder@F...
From: D_Scully@F...
Subject: Okay...

I'm...not angry anymore.

Scully
~~~~~

Smiling, he returned his eyes to his laptop.

~~~~~
To: D_Scully@F...
From: F_Mulder@F...
Subject: Told you so.

It was the glasses, wasn't it. It's always the glasses.

Mulder
~~~~~

Scully paled visibly as she read that e-mail, and her eyes flitted hesitantly to glance at him. She immediately looked away, and almost flinched when she heard him insistently tapping on his keyboard.

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To: D_Scully@F...
From: F_Mulder@F...
Subject: I knew it. :->

Come on, Scully, quit holding out on me. This is precisely why I'm playing this 'game' with you as you put it. Why I told you e-mail is easier. We can say things we can't say to each other's faces. Talk to me, Scully. Honestly, for once.

Mulder
~~~~~

Scully read over the e-mail, feeling something inside her giving way as she did so. She stared at the screen, feeling immensely lighter all of a sudden.

~~~~~
To: F_Mulder@F...
From: D_Scully@F...
Subject: I hate you.

How do you manage to put your hurt puppy dog expression across in *e-mail*, for God's sakes? You should know by now that I'll give you anything when you make that expression. And I don't know how, but that's the image I got from your last e-mail. (sigh) All right, I'm listening. I'm talking.

Scully

P.S. It was the glasses. I'll concede to the glasses.
~~~~~

~~~~~,br> To: D_Scully@F...
From: F_Mulder@F...
Subject: No you don't. You don't hate me.

Now that's what I want to hear. Sorry about the puppy dog thing, Scully...purely unintentional. I assure you though, I have learned over our five years together to push the glasses to their maximum potential. ; )

Mulder
~~~~~

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To: F_Mulder@F...
From: D_Scully@F...
Subject: You know what I like.

Oh really. Tell me more. How else have you learned to manipulate me without my knowledge over the years?

Scully
~~~~~

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To: D_Scully@F...
From: F_Mulder@F...
Subject: Now you're just avoiding the subject. ( Get it, 'subject'?)

Hm, let me count the ways. Where would you like me to start?

Mulder
~~~~~

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To: F_Mulder@F...
From: D_Scully@F...
Subject: What subject?

Where would you like to start? I'm at a loss.

Scully
~~~~~

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To: D_Scully@F...
From: F_Mulder@F...
Subject: *That* subject.

I bet you are. Well, how about if we start with touch? I have learned, over the years, that there are certain places which are still safe to touch that are more sensitive to you than others. There are certain ways that I can place my hand at the small of your back to make you relax. I also know of ways to place my hand at the small of your back which make you immensely uncomfortable. This knowledge is helpful because I can now avoid doing so. There, we've covered your back. Do you want me to go on?

Mulder
~~~~~

~~~~~
To: F_Mulder@F...
From: D_Scully@F...
Subject: *What* subject?

Go on. Tell me how I like to be touched.

Scully
~~~~~

Mulder glanced up at her from across the office to find her relaxed in her office chair, still sitting straight but a good deal less tense than the last time he'd checked on her. She was slightly pink in the cheeks, suggesting that he'd gotten to her, and he saw the consideration in her eyes that indicated that she was thinking about what he'd said. She also looked happy, or at least a little more satisfied than she had a moment before.

~~~~~
To: D_Scully@F...
From: F_Mulder@F...
Subject: You said you hated me. I told you that you don't.

There is a place in the palm of your hand that makes you shiver when my fingers brush it. I've felt the itch in your fingertips to touch mine sometimes. You don't like me to touch your legs or your arms, and basically your whole upper torso is off limits. That would be too personal for a mere partner. It makes you uncomfortable, even to think about. You hate anyone, including yourself, to touch the back of your neck. Too much has happened there. You are glad that it's hidden by your hair; that no one has to see the scar.

It's so tiny no one could really see it anyway, but in your mind, it's huge and ugly. I've seen it that way too.

Mulder

P.S. Is this making you uncomfortable, Scully? I never meant for that to happen.
~~~~~

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To: F_Mulder@F...
From: D_Scully@F...
Subject: Oh yeah, right. That. So, I don't hate you, hey?

I didn't know you realized how sensitive I am, physically. I think I was more comfortable not knowing. But then again, it's touching to know that you notice so many things...I didn't realize you paid any attention. I thought...I thought a lot of things, but one of the major ones was that you didn't see me as anything but your work partner.

I especially...you never...I mean, you always seemed not to care particularly about the implant...I thought you didn't understand the implications, or that it just wasn't important to you. But you say that...it disturbs you too?

Scully

P.S. Yes, this is making me distinctly uncomfortable. But don't stop.
~~~~~

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To: D_Scully@F...
From: F_Mulder@F...
Subject: No, you don't hate me. You love me.

Of course I realized, Scully. Of course I notice the details. Yes, you're my work partner, but you're also my friend and my...(insert something other than a trite cliché here, please)...my world.

What else would I notice? You're all I have, Scully. All that's left with any substance. You're my everything, basically.

Scully, I know I've seemed callous and uncaring about the implant. Both of them. I understand the implications, and it not only disturbs me...it terrifies me. That's why I try to push it away, Scully...you know me. If I can't deal with something, I pretend it's not there, that it's not happening. I break down. That *thing* in your neck scares me so damn much...I've just never known what to feel, what to say, how to react in front of you. At home I get angry and punch my couch, or I go to the track and run it off. I have nightmares. But with you...

Mulder
~~~~~

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To: F_Mulder@F...
From: D_Scully@F...
Subject: ...What did you say?

Mulder...do you remember what I almost did the last time you made a confession to me like that? (Think bees, and the hallway outside your apartment.)

You shouldn't have to react any differently with me, Mulder. You should have told me. It helps me more than you could ever know to know that you care, that you've cared all along...

Scully
~~~~~

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To: D_Scully@F...
From: F_Mulder@F...
Subject: You heard me. You love me.

I remember.

I care. I always have. I'm sorry I didn't tell you before. Now you know why I love e-mail so much...there's so much to say, and no courage to say it face to face. I'm sorry.

Mulder
~~~~~

*****
My bed is made for two and there's nothing I can do So tell me something I don't know If my head is full of you is there nothing I can do? Must we all march in two by two by two?
*****

>>>Last Time In 'Mulder And Scully' ( just kidding)<<<

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To: F_Mulder@F...
From: D_Scully@F...
Subject: ...What did you say?

Mulder...do you remember what I almost did the last time you made a confession to me like that? (Think bees, and the hallway outside your apartment.)

You shouldn't have to react any differently with me, Mulder. You should have told me. It helps me more than you could ever know to know that you care, that you've cared all along...

Scully
~~~~~

~~~~~
To: D_Scully@F...
From: F_Mulder@F...
Subject: You heard me. You love me.

I remember.

I care. I always have. I'm sorry I didn't tell you before. Now you know why I love e-mail so much...there's so much to say, and no courage to say it face to face. I'm sorry.

Mulder
~~~~~

.>>>>(And now, on with the rest of the story...)<<<
*****

I'd rather be jumping ship, I find myself jumping straight in Stop doing what you . . . Keep doing it too . . . Forever be dozy and dim, I wake myself thinking of him Stop doing what you . . . Keep doing it too . . .
*****

~~~~~
To: F_Mulder@F...
From: D_Scully@F...
Subject: I love you? How do I love you, Mulder?

How do you remember it? With sadness? With shame? With regret? I need to know.

I know how you feel. It's taking what feels like the last of my courage to write this e-mail to you. You don't need to be sorry. We're both completely human; it's natural to be afraid to get close to one another, especially when you're in a line of work like ours.

Scully
~~~~~

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To: D_Scully@F...
From: F_Mulder@F...
Subject: As a partner, as a friend...I don't know, Scully.

Regret. I remember it with regret. Do you know why? Because that damn bee stung you and broke the spell. I doubt we'll ever work up the courage to get that far again.

And it's not just about our work, Scully...that's the least of my concerns. I'm afraid of rejection and being hurt and losing someone I care about. You're afraid to let me know that you have real emotions; that you're not invulnerable and invincible as you'd like to be.

Mulder
~~~~~

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To: F_Mulder@F...
From: D_Scully@F...
Subject: Yes, you do know. Tell me. How do you believe I love you, Mulder?

I regret that the spell was broken too. But regret isn't the only thing I feel. Do you only remember it with regret?

You know me better than I'd ever imagined. I'll freely admit that your claims are true, but only in this e-mail. You would never hear an admission like that from my lips. That would be a weakness; it would go against my code of silence.

Scully
P.S. This entire thing goes against my code of silence, but it's easier for me to get past it this way. Thank you, Mulder. Thank you for introducing me to this game.
~~~~~

~~~~~
To: D_Scully@F...
From: F_Mulder@F...
Subject: You are my soul-mate. You tell *me* how I believe you love me.

No, regret is not the only thing I feel when I remember that night. I feel excitement over the prospect of overcoming my fears, and I feel aroused at the thought of kissing you. (There, I finally said it. The dreaded 'it' we've been speaking of. I almost kissed you, Scully. I'll yell it. I ALMOST KISSED YOU AND YOU ALMOST KISSED ME. I'm proud of it. It illuminated a lot of things for me.) I feel...sad that it didn't happen. I feel proud of the fact that I finally told you so much of the truth. It was difficult for me to allow myself to be desperate enough to leak so much emotional information to you, Scully, you know it was.

It's difficult now.

I *hate* your code of silence. Don't you hate it? It's so restricting, to both of us.

Mulder

P.S. No really, thank you. For playing the game, that is.
~~~~~

~~~~~
To: F_Mulder@F...
From: D_Scully@F...
Subject: Oh My God.

Yes, we almost kissed. I'm glad you admitted it because I couldn't have done it by myself. What did our near-kiss experience illuminate for you? It illuminated many things for me, obviously.

Yes, I *hate* my code of silence. But I've spent a lifetime building it and I don't know if I can destroy it. Most of the time I don't want to. I'd be naked without it. Sometimes I wish my 'Goddamn strict rationalism', as you put it so succinctly, would go to hell, however.

Scully
P.S. This is wonderful. We never *really* talk.
~~~~~

~~~~~
To: D_Scully@F...
From: F_Mulder@F...
Subject: Oh, I'm sorry, did I shock you? (What, still?)

Until that moment, I had never truly allowed myself to believe that you might love me with the strength and passion that I love you...or even that you had any feelings at all for me, in that particular not-so-partner-like kinda way. Oh, I know there've been times when you and I have been hopelessly sexually attracted to each other, mostly in our first couple of years together (mostly before the abduction made everything more serious). And there've been times when you've looked at me a certain way, or said a certain thing, or used a certain tone of voice, that have made me believe that there was more to that attraction than just the fact that I'm a man and you're a woman and we work so closely together we'd both have to be severely unhealthy to not feel some sexual pull towards one another. But until our 'near-kiss experience' ( Love that line---is it yours?), I'd never really allowed myself to hope that you felt quite the way I did.

As I said, I love your rationalism. You just need to separate the rationality of work and professionalism from the rationality of life and love. Don't use your rationalism on yourself.

Mulder

P.S. Yeah, isn't this great? We never do talk, and we really should. We're good together.
~~~~~

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To: F_Mulder@F...
From: D_Scully@F...
Subject: I'm stunned...I had no idea you knew...

I was the same way. Until you told me what you told me that night, and until we almost kissed each other, I'd never allowed myself to hope that maybe I wasn't alone in this feeling...

Are we talking about the love I think we're talking about here?

I know, Mulder, I know. I know I shouldn't use my rationalism on myself. But the point is that I do, and I don't know how to stop!

Scully

P.S. We are. ; )
~~~~~

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To: D_Scully@F...
From: F_Mulder@F...
Subject: Well, now you know.

You've never been alone, Scully. Not the way you've always thought. I just didn't have the courage to tell you that.

What love do you think we're talking about?

I don't know how much I can help you. I can only try and coax those emotions to come from you freely; to try and get rid of this insidious fear you feel which is so much stronger than mine.

Mulder

P.S. Scully, what are you wearing?
~~~~~

~~~~~
To: F_Mulder@F...
From: D_Scully@F...
Subject: Yes, I certainly do.

I'm glad you've told me now.

I think we're talking about the supposed 'true love,' the 'I want to spend the rest of my life with you' love...the...Mulder, I want to tell you now, before I chicken out, that I've quite often had a dream. In my dream, I'm in a warm pool of liquid, and it's a dark, comforting blue around me, and it's pillowing me from all sides. It's thick, and wet, and everything in the way it touches me arouses me to no end. Then I see you, through the liquid, and you reach out for me, and I take your hand and you pull me to you, and abruptly everything explodes, and I climax in your arms. You stay with me through it. I'm never sure if the same thing happens to you; I only know that you're with me through my release. Then something happens in the liquid, and suddenly I am with you, a part of you. I've just sort of....melted into you, become a part of your body, your mind, your soul. I've...never been happier, Mulder. To just *be* you, to be a part of you and not have to face anything in this world but you...I would give up this existence for that.

How do you intend to do that?

Scully

P.S. Nothing. Made you look.
~~~~~

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To: D_Scully@F...
From: F_Mulder@F...
Subject: Dreams

I have had similar dreams, Scully. I dream that we do not live in a terrestrial existence; that our minds can meld easily at any time we want. I dream that we are never apart; we are always one.

Yes, we're talking about the kind of love you think we're talking about. And on that ringing endorsement, I'll say this loud and proud: I love you, Dana Katherine Scully. You are my partner, my friend, my one and only confidante, and my soul-mate. I would love to make you my lover, if you would only accept me.

If you will accept me, I intend to love you into submission.

Mulder

P.S. I haven't had a chance to ask you yet...how do you like our new office? I attempted to have it decorated exactly like our old one.
~~~~~

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To: F_Mulder@F...
From: D_Scully@F...
Subject: Lovers...the word is strange to my tongue.

Accept you? *Accept* you? Mulder, what do you think this is, a job interview? For God's sake, I already *do* accept you! I love you! You've said it yourself, and you're right! I LOVE YOU!

And I'm shivering...

Scully

P.S. As you said, it's exactly like the old one. In other words, I love it.
~~~~~

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To: D_Scully@F...
From: F_Mulder@F...
Subject: Strange and new...but unacceptable?

You've loved me for a long time, and I have loved you for a long time. It doesn't mean we've accepted each other as lovers.

Mulder

P.S. Are you coming onto me, Scully?

P.P.S. Your new desk should be arriving later this week
. ~~~~~

~~~~~
To: F_Mulder@F...
From: D_Scully@F...
Subject: Stop it. Stop giving yourself guilt trip after guilt trip.

Then you're asking if the concept is repugnant to me? No, it's not. It's frightening, but it's also what I've wanted for a very long time...

Scully

P.S. Yes.

P.P.S. Oh, Mulder...come here...
~~~~~

~~~~~
To: F_Mulder@F...
From: D_Scully@F...
Subject: All right, that's it.

Okay, Scully, I can't take it anymore. It's too much. I just have to come over there and...RIP OUT THE THROAT OF THAT GODDAMNED VOICE ON YOUR COMPUTER!

Mulder

P.S.

P.P.S. On my way. ;-}
~~~~~

Grinning like a fool, Scully lifted her head from the computer, meeting Mulder's grinning eyes as he thumped across the office and pushed in front of her, blocking her view of the computer as he very quickly deinstalled the chiming voice from her e-mail program.

"There, now we're alone together," he said ruefully as he stepped away from the computer. Now he grew shy, keeping his eyes down and away from her as he carefully stepped back and away from her space, standing to the side. She watched him, seeing the heat in his cheeks at the weight of her stare. She uncrossed her legs and stood, moving carefully as she stepped into his personal space, her body closing the distance to lean towards him. They were inches apart now.

"Mulder," she said softly, and the sound of her voice after their lengthy silent conversation was to his ears what iced tea on a hot day was to his tongue. He inhaled that sound fully, letting it seep into his veins and claim him, and imagined rolling in it, bathing in it. He lifted his eyes to meet hers, and he felt his knees trembling at the radiant emotion he found within the cool colors of her irises.

"Scully, I..." he began hesitantly, but she hushed him softly, her lips forming the sound as her finger brushed lightly over his mouth. Her hand stayed on his face, tracing his jaw line. The gentle pull in her fingers was unmistakable, and he couldn't help leaning towards her as she lifted herself on her toes and followed the trail of her fingers with her lips. He sighed, taking a small step closer to her and letting his hands slip to comfortably fall on her hips, holding her close around the waist. She let out a small sigh of breath, and her lips touched the corner of his mouth.

"Thank you," she whispered, and he smiled against her lips, returning the gesture. She grinned, opening her eyes to look up at him. He smiled back at her, and they simply looked at each other for a moment before he reached forward and pressed his lips over hers. She sighed softly again and dropped to stand flat-footed. He smiled and deepened the kiss, his tongue touching her lips, asking for entrance. She gave it freely, opening her mouth and meeting his tongue with her own. Her hands were tight around his waist, and his were comfortable around hers.

"So what now?" he asked when she finally broke the kiss.

"Expense reports," she reminded him in a chiding tone, but she was smiling.

He groaned and let her go, and she chuckled softly and sat down behind her desk. Shaking his head, he made his way across the office to his own workspace.

"Mulder," she called just after he sat down. He glanced up at her. She was smiling a tiny half-smile, a healthy dose of mischief in her eyes and in the half-cocked eyebrow she gave him. "E-mail me tonight."

He grinned.

*****
And as for some happy ending, I'd rather stay single and thin
Stop doing what you . . . Keep doing to me
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So what have you got to say about that?
And what does someone do without love?
And what does someone do with love?
And what have you got to say about that?
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THE END
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'I just got very turned on.'
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