Abstract Expressionism
by Nicole Van Dam

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Fox Mulder and Dana Scully belong to Chris Carter, Ten-Thirteen Productions and 20th Century FOX Broadcasting. No copyright infringement is intended. Sure, take me to court... I'm out of school... I've got nothing to do anyway... Joanne THornton belongs to me... well, as much as she ever will... I keep trying to keep her outside, but... sigh...

Rating: MSR, NC-17

Summary: Mulder and Scully reveal their 'painted' feelings...

Spoilers: None

Okay... this would probably be the result of exam stress. Since they're over now, I've allowed the ideas reveal themselves to the public... Enjoy... I hope you like it. Ahem... this would be an NC-17 story... beware...

Comments, suggestions and flames are always welcome. Though, I should add, the flames will be used for various things, such as warm my igloo and my sled dogs, roast whale blubber, toast those little baby seals you've seen on the cover of National Geographic, and well... amuse me because I love fire. :-) (flame rights altered for those people who still think, even after all our efforts, that the land of Canada is made entirely of permafrost... come ON people... Did you all FAIL geography or something???)

Abstract Expressionism by Nicole Van Dam
AKA The Warfarine Dealer

abstract expressionism:
-the expression inherent in paint itself, and the interaction of artist, paint, and canvas.

Bethesda, MD

She supposed it wasn't all that abnormal. After all, it wasn't like he didn't feel the same.

Or did he?

Dana Scully's head whirled in several directions, trying to ascertain whether or not the thoughts running through her mind where of some kind of pagan right. Because they sure as hell weren't Christian.

She sat in an armchair in Joanne Thornton's apartment, watching her partner and the Brazilian converse over one of the many paintings that decorated the studio floor. It had been about a month now, that the atmosphere between Mulder and Scully had changed dramatically. Though, it wasn't an immediate difference. It had happened over a long period of time.

Like four years.

"...So, what do you call this one again?"

Fox Mulder stood in front of a drying painting that rested against the wall. It wasn't large, but it was a bright green colour with a red dot on the right side that extended down a few inches. The Brazilian had decided to get back into the painting world after neglecting it for about two years. The five foot five woman turned to him from her spot on the floor.

Dana chuckled silently from her position and watched the conversation ensue.

"Highway Windshield, Mulder," Jo replied. "For the fifth time."

Fox turned his head slightly, chewing on his lip. "I don't get it."

-Oh, God,- Scully thought. She loved it when he did that. She couldn't get enough of it.

Dana smacked herself in the forehead. Literally.

Mulder and Thornton looked over at her.

"You okay, Scully?" Fox asked.

Scully rested her forehead in her palm, embarrassed beyond belief. "Fine," she replied brightly. Jo raised an eyebrow and glanced at Mulder before they returned to their discussion.

-Who's the idiot now, Dana?- she asked herself. She had never been so humiliated. But she continued to watch him. Undeniably, she found him so entirely captivating, wondering if something was wrong with her. She almost felt like she should be doing something else, but... he was just so nice to look at...

"Okay," came Jo's voice. "Now that Mulder's thoroughly confused, I have to step out for an hour or so to pick up some paint I ordered." She glanced from agent to agent. "Will you two be okay?"

Fox stifled a laugh. "Jo, I think we can handle ourselves."

Scully's hand dragged down her face, her eyes wide. -Nooot a good choice of words, Mulder, my boy.- Her partner looked at her for confirmation and she nodded.

"All right then," Thornton said. "I'll see you later."

Grabbing her jacket from the couch, she left the two of them in her apartment. Mulder returned to the painting he and Jo were talking about. Dana looked over to Mulder who was still staring at the one painting. She smiled.

He was cute when he was concentrating.

She shook her head. -Dana, these are not partner-like thoughts.- -Who cares? It's not like the first time I've had them.-

"See," he said suddenly, snapping her out of her reverie. "I still don't get it. How can a windshield be green? I don't understand."

Dana laughed. "Mulder, you never did pass art, did you?"

He looked back at her. "Of course I did," he replied. "How do you fail art? Besides, it's not me, it's the painting."

"You couldn't find your way around a colour wheel."

Mulder raised and eyebrow at her. "Is that a challenge?"

She returned the expression. "Do you want it to be?"

Mulder smiled slyly and moved toward the 4x6 foot canvas that was lying on top of a plastic tarp on the floor. He invited his partner to sit in front of it, which she did.

"So," Fox started. "What'll it be?"

Dana thought for a moment. -How can this work to my advantage?- "I bet you a dinner that I can stump you."

"Okay then. What's the question?"

She touched a finger to her lips. "What are the three primary colours?"

Mulder rolled his eyes. "Gee, Scully, I don't know." He suddenly thought of something that could make the challenge a little more interesting. Looking around him, Fox picked up three cans of paint and placed them in front of him. "Hmmm... three primary colours..." He opened a can and dunked his hand inside. "Well, one would be red," he told her, smearing the paint onto her face. "Then there's blue." Again, smearing it this time on the other side. "And yellow." This time her neck.

Scully was appalled. She simply stared at him, feeling the cold paint start to dry. Mulder was smiling triumphantly at her.

"Well," she said. "I don't suppose you'd know that... say red," she dunked her hand into the can. "And yellow make orange." She smeared both hands along Mulder's cheeks. "Which would be blue's compliment."

"Ah, but I do," he replied, pulling two cans over. "I also know that red and blue make purple." He wiped his hands off on her. "Which is yellow's compliment."

"Now what about blue and yellow?"

"They make green," Fox said as she painted the front of his shirt.

"Red's compliment."

Mulder dunked his hands into the yellow and blue, smearing his partner with them. "I always thought you looked good in green."

Scully smiled, seemingly no phased. She simply found the paint she wanted and rubbed it onto him. "And you in red."

This suddenly sparked a more violent, but playful fight; the two of them sending paint in every direction. They covered the canvas they sat in front of, too. Dana grabbed the can of blue, one hand on the top, one on the bottom, and moved toward her partner. Noticing almost too late, Mulder stopped her gently so as not to spill a lot of paint in the process.

"Woah, hey," he said. "No fair." He took the can from her hands, one hand keeping a firm grip on one of her wrists. "Put that down."

She tried to toss it at him, but failed, only succeeding in spilling a bit onto him. She laughed and watched him. His shirt and face were covered in paint, some having dripped onto the canvas beside them. She wasn't much different than him. Studying his forehead, she noticed that one spot remained untouched.

"Oh, wait a minute," she said. Using some paint from her shirt, she touched the spot beside his left eye. The feeling of his skin under her finger tips wasn't entirely foreign, but it meant something much different in this circumstance.

Her hands remained on his face, slick with paint. She moved her thumbs in small circles, mixing the two colours she decorated him with. Her smile faded, replaced with fascination. Not only of the colours blending and making a new one, but of the way Mulder's skin felt beneath her hands.

Mulder studied her face; the curves, the lines, and reached into the paint cans beside him. He brought his hands to her face and repeated the motion she had previously done with him.

Dana's breath became shallower as he continued, feeling the gentle strokes. She watched his eyes follow his hands, tilted her chin and closed her eyes when she felt the cool paint on her neck. His fingers trailed down to the top button of the shirt she wore. Dana watched him, keeping her eyes on his the entire time. She could feel his fingers undo the first button and it made her suck in a short breath.

"Mulder..."

He glanced at her with dark eyes, his hands stilled. "If you want me to stop, Scully, tell me now."

She didn't answer him. Instead, she removed his hands and undid the rest of the buttons herself, pulling it off her shoulders. Fox stared at her; his mind copying each line, each detail; afraid that this might not happen ever again. He moved closer to her, bringing his hands to her shoulders. He ran them down her arms, feeling her tense slightly underneath them. Watching the trails of colour he left on her skin was like a recording of the moment.

"Dana..." He swallowed. "I know this is very wrong, but I don't think I could stop if--"

"Mulder," she interrupted. She smiled and brought her hands up to each side of his jaw. "Shut up and kiss me."

It wasn't really an odd request. It was just odd coming from her in particular. There were countless times when he had envisioned himself kissing her, but he had just never figured this would be the way it happened... Not that he was complaining.

Leaning in, he tentatively touched his lips to hers for the first time. It was never the way he thought. A burst of heat and fire radiated from her joined them together. She was the first to initiate a deeper encounter of which he accepted without problem. Their tongues tangled in each other's mouths, Scully pushing upwards, toward him, trying to deepen it further.

The kiss quickly progressed to a festival of lust and desire. Scully slipped her hands underneath his shirt, feeling him gasp at the feel of the paint on her fingers. He relaxed immediately, and his shirt was off and beside them, a safe distance from the paint. Dana's hands traced the soft outlines of the muscle on his chest and stomach; her eyes following.

Mulder reached his hands around her back, undoing the clasp of her bra and letting it fall to the floor. His arms wrapped around her, pulling her against him. Kissing her fiercely, Fox reached down and started on her jeans. She lifted her hips for him, allowing him to remove them and her underwear.

Pulling away slightly, he slowly set her down onto the canvas in front of them. Scully gasped as and he looked at her with concern.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

She smiled. "The paint," she replied. "It's kind of cold."

Mulder grinned and bent over her. "I think I can help with that."

"I was hoping you could."

He bent forward, his lips following the curve of her breast and the trails of paint, lightly nipping at her when he felt the need. Dana moved restlessly underneath him, sliding on the paint below her.

"Mulder..." she said. "Please..."

Following her request, Fox covered her with his mouth and she moaned loudly, arching her back. He applied a little suction, enjoying the pleasure he caused. Her hands found his shoulder and she pushed him back a bit. He braced himself on his arms above her as she reached between them, undoing the button of his jeans. His eyes closed in anticipation, and when she touched his arousal, it was all he could do to prevent himself from falling on her. He moaned softly and she smiled. Dana stroked him as best she could from her angle, his hips following her.

"Lie on your back," she told him.

Mulder did as he was told and when he was on the cold, wet paint, Scully removed his multi-coloured jeans. Peeling away his underwear, she gazed at him. She never knew she had been waiting so long for this. Bending forward, her lips touched his chest and moved slowly downward. Mulder's hands pressed into the canvas on either side of him, palm down. He groaned when she reached the dark curls below his waist and stopped. She was so close. Why didn't she just...

Scully studied the man below her, realizing that this was something she had always thought of. For four years, her feelings for him, good and bad, had grown. And now, look where she was...

After a while, Fox was beginning to think she had forgotten him, but when he tried to move, she held him down. With one last look up at him, she lowered her mouth over him. Fox moaned and arched his hips at the feeling. This hadn't happened in such a long time, he'd almost forgotten what it felt like.

Dana's mouth lifted, taking only the tip inside. She sucked on it gently, running her teeth around it lightly. Fox twisted his head back and forth on the canvas, she was driving him crazy.

"God, Dana..." he groaned. Suddenly, she took him deep inside her mouth. He thrusted his hips up to her. "God.... yesss..." She moved up and down, taking his hands in hers, she held them down at his sides, their fingers slid together. He groaned in disappointment when she raised her head to him.

"Don't move your hands," she ordered. "If you move them, I'll stop."

"Fine, fine," he breathed, shifting his hips restlessly. "Just keep going."

Dana brought her hands up to place them on his thighs. The muscles tightened as she lowered her mouth on him again. She raised periodically to talk to him.

"How do you want it, Mulder?" she purred. She ran her tongue along the length of him. "Like that?" Mulder moaned, his eyes closed. She repeated the same action again. "Talk to me, Mulder."

"Oh, God..."

Scully sucked on him gently. "How about that?" Her tongue stayed on the nerve right under the tip of him, stroking it gently.

"Oh... yes... oh, God...." He sucked a breath through his teeth. "Harder."

"What was that?" she asked, looking up at him. He gazed at her with dark eyes.

"Harder," he repeated. "Please..."

She smiled and lowered herself over him. His hips jumped forward as he felt the heat of her mouth engulf him. Her head bobbed up and down, applying more suction.

"Yes.... oh, yes... harder..." His hips moved with her as she continued. Her hand found his balls and fingered him, causing him to jerk slightly. "Ahhh... Dana..." She kept up the pace, sucking him and milking him for all she was worth. "Oh, God... Dana... I'm gonna come.... oh, yesss...." His hips pounded her face and he could feel it. He was right on the edge.

This, Scully knew, and she stopped.

Mulder exhaled loudly and looked at her. "What... why are you stopping?"

Without a word, Dana moved over him and without breaking eye contact, she sank down onto him. They moaned in unison, the pleasure was something neither of them had felt for a long time.

Gently, Mulder rolled over, taking Scully underneath him. He watched her for a second, ignoring the searing need. He touched her face, feeling the paint under his fingers.

"Why has this taken so long?" he asked.

Dana looked up at him and was silent for a good few minutes. She brought her hands to the side of his face and pulled him into a kiss. "At this point in time, I'd rather not think about it."

Mulder took that as a cue to continue. He pulled himself out of her and moved back in. Slowly, carefully. He tried to steady himself on his hands, but the paint made it a little hard. He took his time, sliding in and out.

"Mulder," Scully groaned. "Please, you can go faster."

"I want this to last."

He pulled out until he was barely inside and stopped. Dana shifted restlessly under him.

"Mulder..."

Reaching a hand down between them, he fingered her gently, teasing her mercilessly.

Her hips shifted against his fingers. "Mulder... mmm, God..."

He smiled. "Now you know how I feel."

"Okay, okay. I promise never to do it again..."

Mulder started again, a little faster, and leaned further over her.

"Yess..."

"Good?" he asked.

"Mmm, better."

Feeling himself crave release again, Mulder's mind left the logical world and he moved faster.

"Oh, yes... faster..."

He complied to her demands, bracing himself on either side of her. The need began to grow again, the spring coiling tighter. He looked down at Scully, her head tilted back. Leaning forward, Mulder kissed her.

"I love you," he whispered.

Dana's heart increased and she looked at him. Mulder tried to smile, but the situation was beyond that. Scully's hands gripped his forearms and urged him on.

"Dana..."

"Oh... Mulder..."

He closed his eyes and sped up the tempo, his hips pounding against hers. "G... Scu... oh..."

Scully could feel herself approaching the edge. "Mulder.... oh, God... yes..."

The two rocked in motion, and within a few seconds, they both climaxed, one taking the other into the world of pleasure. Mulder collapsed on top of her, glad she didn't mind taking the weight. Their chests heaved together, their eyes closed.

"Mulder?" Dana asked groggily.

"Hmm?"

She paused, thinking about what she was saying. "I love you, too."

Fox raised himself on his arms and looked at her. They watched each other for a silent minute until they both started laughing.

"Do you realize we just made love on a canvas?"

Scully nodded with a smile. "I hope the paint isn't toxic. I'm afraid I may have ingested a bit of it."

Mulder cleared his throat. "I don't think it's the paint we should be worried about." He looked at a clock on the wall. "Jo's been gone for just over an hour. She should be home soon." He smiled. "I don't think she'd appreciate what we just did and where we did it."

Scully nodded in agreement. "I suppose we should shower and clean this place up, huh?"

"That would be an idea."

=+=+=+=

"I'm nervous."

Mulder rubbed Scully's shoulders through her shirt, which, albeit painted, didn't reveal anything about what had gone on. The area of where they had been was clean, except for the large canvas on the floor which couldn't be hidden.

The two of them were presently hiding in the kitchen, waiting for Thornton's arrival.

"Don't worry," Fox reassured her.

The sound of the door opening caused them to stiffen and wait in silence.

Keys on the table.

Jacket on the couch.

Footsteps.

"Oh, my God."

Mulder and Scully cringed at the words. She'd just seen it.

"Oh, my God."

Fox ushered his partner out with him to face the music. Jo turned to them when they arrived, noting their apparel.

"Did you guys do this?" she asked. A silly question considering their clothing.

The Feds nodded, feeling the wrath approaching fast.

"It's wonderful!" the Brazilian exclaimed.

Scully's eyes just about fell out of her head. "What?"

Jo walked around the canvas, taking it all in. "The colour, the love, the passion." She put her hands on her hips and shook her head, a wide smile on her face. "This is amazing. I want to frame it." She stopped suddenly. "That is, unless you guys wanted it."

Mulder looked at Scully hopefully. "Could we?"

Jo shrugged. "I don't see why not, you did paint it. I'd just need the money for the canvas."

"How much?"

"Twenty."

"Great." Mulder reached into his pocket and pulled out a bill, handing it to their friend.

"Just leave it here to dry. I'll let you know when you can take it."

Dana nodded. "Thanks." She and Mulder started out the door. Just as they were about to leave, Jo called to them.

"Hey, are you guys going to be doing more of these? You should make them a series, or something."

Mulder smiled, putting a hand on Dana's shoulder. "You know, we just might do that."

=+=+=+= THE END June 21, 1997 =+=+=+=

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