Extremis Possibilities by Anne V

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Extremis Possibilities by Anne V

Dana Scully squeezed her eyes shut, pinching the bridge of her nose as the words on her computer screen threatened to blur permanently. This was the fifth day that she and Mulder had spent catching up on their back paperwork, and she didn't know how much longer her eyes could take it. She thought longingly of her unmade bed back at her apartment, and how little of it she'd seen lately, what with working all day and her recent night life. Her lips curled into a soft smile. It will be worth it, you'll see. It will be unforgettable. She turned back to her work with a sigh.

"What are you smiling about?"

"What?" She turned to look at her partner behind his mound of files and reports to see him watching her, a bemused expression on his face.

"You had that Cheshire Cat grin just a minute ago, Scully." He peered over the top of his glasses with a smile. "Something I should be aware of?"

She felt her eyebrow arch, seemingly of it's own accord. "Nothing, Mulder, nothing at all." She leaned back in her chair, grateful for the chance to tear her eyes away from the computer. "So, got any big plans this weekend?"

He seemed just as grateful to put his files down. "Nothing serious, probably another weekend at the pet store buying new fish." He scowled at her chuckle. "It's not my fault the little buggers don't live longer than a couple of weeks." He leaned back as well, lacing his long fingers behind his head. "Why? Thinking of a weekend getaway? I know this great bed and breakfast..."

"No, Mulder, nothing so exciting." She pulled off her glasses and covered her eyes. She had to make this convincing. "Probably cleaning. Believe it or not, my place has gotten pretty messy. I intend to rest a lot too."

"Have you been having trouble sleeping, Scully?" His expression turned quizzically concerned, then he leered at her. "I have a couple of tapes you can borrow."

She stifled another laugh; she didn't want to encourage him. "Thank you, but no." She looked at her watch, noting that it was almost five. "I'm going to take off, Mulder." She slipped her purse onto her shoulder and took out her keys. "I'll see you Monday." She walked out, a smile returning to her face. I'll see you sooner than that, Mulder. She mentally went over the e- mail she had sent earlier today. If all went well, it would be one hell of a surprise.

Mulder yawned hugely, listening to his partners heels clicking on the hallway floor. She had seemed very run-down this past week, and he wondered if she really had been having trouble sleeping. He saw the dark circles under her eyes peeking out through her makeup, and knew better than anyone why they appeared. He corralled a stack of files threatening to fall off his desk and switched off his computer. The rest would do her good. He stood, wincing at the staccato pops from his spine. He snagged his coat from the coat rack and left, glad to leave the tedious work behind, at least for a few days. The thought of his couch was extremely inviting as he headed for the garage.

Mulder's lip curled into a snarl as he shoved the key into his lock and opened the apartment door. He dropped his coat onto the chair and shut the door, enjoying the satisfying slam. He dropped onto the couch with an explosive sigh and ran both his hands through his hair. Jesus, was it 'let the morons drive' day? He had narrowly avoided several fenderbenders and one near-disastrous collision before pulling into the relative safety of his parking garage. He leaned into the comfortable leather and almost fell asleep from relief alone. Messages, e-mail, then shower he thought; the phone was an arms length away.

<beep> "Hey Mulder. The guys and me were going out for cheese steaks tonight, wanna come? Langly found this new gadget he wanted to show you too."

<beep> "We've dropped our rates again, Marty, give me a call. I miss you so!"

Mulder shook his head as the tape re-wound and headed for the computer. It had been a while since he'd called those sex lines, now that he'd found another voice to listen to at night. As he typed in his password, he recalled 'Lisa' and her low, sultry voice and wished that Scully had needed just a bit more money in college. She still hadn't called and read to him, and her college endeavor, Exit to Eden, was starting to lose it's effect on him. He gave a silent laugh. Hell, she could probably get me off on Dr. Seuss.

You have mail! Terrific. <click>

Two new messages

Hey Mulder :) The guys and me were going out for cheese steaks tonight, wanna come? Langly found this new gadget he wanted to show you too. - Frohike

He cocked his head to the side at the next message. Sender Unknown.

Mr. Mulder - There's something I think you should see. Meet me tonight at Tech Noir at 9:00 p.m. I'll be wearing black.

His eyebrows shot up into his hair. "Cheese steaks can wait, guys," he mumbled, and headed for the shower.

The band was just setting up their synthesizers when he walked into Tech Noir, and he was glad he dressed for a trip to seedy DC. The leather jacket, white t-shirt and black jeans didn't stand out too much in the crowd, but compared to the bodies gyrating on the dance floor, he was wearing far too much. He found a space at the bar to wait the fifteen minutes until nine and ordered a cola. As he sipped, he scanned the crowd with a grimace; everyone here was wearing black. Oh well, I guess whoever it is will find me. He felt the comforting weight of his weapon against his side; his ID had given him the permission to carry it inside, and he was glad of it. The music pounded against his ears, and the bodies on the dance floor struggled to keep up with the frenetic beat. He watched the crowd for a while, trying to pick out anyone who looked out of place. Finding no one, he turned back to the bar as the band started their first set.

The beat slowed to a haunting, rhythmic throb, and the people on the dance floor fused into couples. Mulder found himself rocking slightly to the beat.

Atom by atom, molecular beings transport me away, to the place of my dreams

Mulder whipped around, knocking his drink onto the floor as the words washed over the club. He squinted through the haze to the stage, his eyes riveted on the source of the spoken lyrics.

A point in space, where time is still colliding worlds, in limbo until...

She wore a black leather jacket that came just above her slender waist, her creamy skin a stark contrast to her black tank top. The ivory stripe of her midriff was rudely interrupted by black leggings; they clung like a second skin as they flowed almost seamlessly into shiny black high-heeled boots. Her flame-red hair glowed under the stage lights, her hands caressed the microphone as the words dripped from her lips.

Dana Scully.

Extremis....

The hisssss of the last word rocketed up his spine as she swayed to the heartbeat bass, and he stared, unable to tear his eyes away from her.

The melting of minds, a cerebral mesh the union of liquid and virtual flesh

Her heavy-lidded eyes searched the club, and he thought he heard a 'click' as they locked with his. She held his gaze, looking to him, through him, finding all the secret places where he kept his feelings inside. Her smile was smoky as she went on.

Automaton love, your caress is pneumatic I'm a slave to your touch, my response automatic, the circuits burn out, the paradigm shift isolation....my emotions drift

Jesus, that voice...his jeans felt unbearably tight as her voice taunted and teased. God, he could come just by listening to her. He struggled to keep his composure; her voice slid over his body, caressing him in such a way that made his need a white-hot ache.

Clarity fades, and my faculties haze deep down drums, pounding for days

Extremis....

Everything in the club seemed to fade away; she stood out in shocking clarity, her eyes piercing, breaking down his walls, her voice electrifying his soul. How could he have kept this inside so long, listening to her for four years and never hearing the effect she had on him?

Your reasons are noble, the quintessence of lust. In the arms of angels, my dreams turn to dust.

Her last word hung in the air, mimicked expertly by the synthesizers.

Extremis.....

She shook her hair back from her face, and Mulder thought he would die.

I don't want to hear about the future. I want to see it. I want to feel it. I want to taste it.

He dimly heard another voice, a male voice speaking in counterpoint, but paid it no heed, he only heard her. He only saw her.

Extremis....

The song ended, but the spell lingered on. She closed her eyes and bowed her head before quietly exiting the stage. As he lost sight of her, the sights and sounds of the club crashed back into his perceptions. He shook his head, trying to bring himself back to reality without losing the effects of her intoxicating voice. A touch at his elbow made him jump. "What did you think?"

He almost lost it right there; her voice was so near. He looked down at her half-closed eyes, her lips curled into that secret smile, and said the only thing that came to mind. "It was definitely something I needed to see."

Her cat-smile deepened, and she threaded her arm through his elbow. "I told you to be careful what you wished for."

He was jolted back to a week ago, when he had first discovered the erotic magic of her voice. He could still smell her light cologne as she had leaned in close to whisper to him. She wore the same smile now, the same sultry what-are-you-waiting-for expression that had taken him completely by surprise. "So what do we do now?" he asked, his hands fisted in his pockets to keep from touching her. "Do you want to get out of here?"

It happened quicker than the shutter-click of a camera, but he saw it all the same; the sexy smile faltered, her eyes focused momentarily, for an instant, he saw the Scully behind the vixen. A flash of understanding and regret fluttered through him; she wouldn't let herself cross that line, no matter how much she seemed to want it. He sighed, and started to pull his arm away.

Her hand tightened its grip on his arm, and he looked down at her; the vixen was back. She reached up and pulled on his jacket, pulling him down so their faces were nearly touching. She leaned closer, and for an insane, joyous moment he thought she would kiss him. Then her lips moved past his and he felt the next best thing; her breath breezed across his ear as she whispered once again.

"Take me home."

Her fingers brushed the back of his neck, and he clamped down on his senses to keep from crushing his mouth to hers right then and there. This was too much; he had to know.

He grabbed her shoulders and held her at arms length, searching her eyes for any semblance of doubt, regret, or outside influence. He saw only blue, shining sapphire bright in the dim lights of the club. "You're sure?" She wouldn't do this to him just to tease, she had to know what she did to him...

Her hand crossed over her body to caress his hand, and her eyes gave him the answer.

He barely remembered the drive to her house, long as it was. All he could remember were her eyes, and the delirious aftereffects of her voice.

Mulder held his breath as they approached the apartment door. He watched her carefully as she opened the door and he followed her inside. Mentally, he braced himself for the inevitable; the familiar surroundings, so different from the hazy fantasy of the club, would break the spell, he was certain. Agent Dana Scully would not let herself go this far.

She turned to face him, and as their eyes met he opened his mouth to tell her he would go... He felt a surge of elation as she pulled him down to her. Every nerve ending sang as her mouth closed over his; white light exploded behind his eyes as her tongue darted inside, teasing his lips, teeth, stirring his passion. His hands came up and he plunged his fingers into the fiery silk of her hair, eliciting a soft moan from his partner. He pulled back abruptly; he wanted her with a force that he could barely control, and he didn't want it to end because of his weak, anxious body. He brushed his thumb across her lips at the question in her eyes, and her tongue peeked out to taste it. "Talk to me," he whispered, his voice husky. "Tell me what you want."

That cat-smile again. "Come with me."

Her hand was soft and small in his as she led him down the hall to her bedroom. He had lay in this bed before; she had healed him in this bed more than once, and now they were going to...in this bed...Mulder's heart jumped as she turned and locked the door. He closed his eyes and prayed that this wasn't a sweet, tortuous dream.

"Look at me, Mulder."

His eyes snapped open at her calm command; she was in front of him again, the moonlight spilling across her soft curves in a way that made him catch his breath. Her hands slid deliciously up his chest to gently push down on his shoulders. It only took a fraction of effort; his legs gave way and he sat on the bed, for once looking up at her. His breath came in soft gasps as he reached up to touch her face, aroused and afraid at the same time. Her eyes were shining, her lips parted slightly, her breathing as shaky as his. She reached out to him; her touch left trails of fire as she tilted his face up to her. "So what do we do now?" Her smile was teasing as she gently mocked his words from earlier.

"I...tell me." His voice broke on his answer. "Tell me what to do." He knew what he wanted, had always wanted, but for four years he had never asked her what she wanted. He felt a hot thrill wash over him as he gave her that control.

Her eyebrow arched up, and she licked her lips; he gasped as he felt his body respond. She nudged his knees apart and stood between them. He bit back a moan as she slid her hands under his jacket. "Take off your clothes."

He shrugged off the jacket, letting it fall behind him on the bed. He stood suddenly, smiling slightly as she stepped back. She had teased him all evening, and he was going to get a little back. Slowly he tugged his t-shirt out of his jeans, his gaze never wavering from her half- closed eyes. He pulled the shirt over his head and tossed it to one side. When he looked back at her, she had folded her arms across her chest and was watching him with the vixen smile. He threw back a smile of his own. "Do you like what you see?"

"I haven't seen enough yet." Her eyes gleamed with amusement. Her tongue brushed over her lips. "I want to see you naked." she said, her mouth lingering on the last word. He began to unbuckle his belt. "If I like what I see, you get to undress me." His breath caught in his throat. His smile disappeared, and his groin gave a painful lurch as he pulled his boots and socks off. Meeting her eyes once more, he pushed his jeans past his hips, leaving only his boxers on. Her smile widened at the sight of the plain cotton shorts, and he blushed. "I...ah...wasn't expecting..."

"It's all right, Mulder," she said, stepping so close her hips just brushed against him. "Neither was I." With a cry, Mulder stepped back, trying desperately to maintain control of his body. "Oh god, Scully, I..."

Her throaty chuckle almost sent him careening over the edge. He hooked his thumbs gingerly in the waistband of his shorts, deftly avoiding his demanding need. As he pulled his shorts down, then off, he saw her eyes flick down to study the hard length of him as it sprang free of its cotton confines. He kicked the shorts off to the side and stood before her, trying to pull her closer with his desperate gaze alone. She stepped closer, the sound of her high heels like gunshots on the floor. He could feel her gaze as it traveled slowly from his eyes to his feet, lingering hungrily on his sex, to his eyes once more.

"Very nice, Mulder." Her whisper was a shout. "Now me."

He walked around behind her; she turned her head to follow him, and he reached out, gently but firmly stopping her from turning further... just like in Icy Cape....god, he'd wanted her even then... He leaned in close, inhaling the mingled aromas of leather, arousal, and the clean smell of her. His hand shook as he reached around, trailing tentative fingers across her collarbone, brushing with the lightest of touches up to her neck. His other hand joined in the journey as he nudged the jacket off her bare shoulders; she moved her arms back to aid him, and he drew his hands slowly down her arms as the jacket slid to the floor. His knees went weak; how many nights had he dreamed of this moment, of unwrapping the glorious gift that was Dana Scully? Now it was real, and the sensation threatened to overwhelm him before they even made it to the bed.

He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her forcefully back against him, crushing her to him, trying to bring her inside him to hold and savor forever. She relaxed against him, and her hands reached up to tangle in his hair, holding him. "Scully..."

"I know, Mulder, I know." He felt her lips against his arm, jolting him back to reality, and the treasure in his arms. His fingers curled under the hem of the tank top, lifting, lifting...he didn't dare look as he slid the too-small garment up her arms, pausing only to brush his lips against the soft skin of her wrist. She gasped as his teeth grazed her lightly. He closed his eyes at the sound, listening to her arousal, then tossed the top at the growing mound of clothing. Slowly, reverently, he slid his fingertips down her arms, trailing across her shoulders, then down...oh down...her skin was so soft... He felt the sharp intake of her breath as he filled his hands with her, closing his teeth on her neck, gently worrying her skin as his hands explored, caressed, teased. He remained there for a small eternity, listening to her gasps, feeling her shiver against him, wanting her. He gave a little start as her hand closed over one of his and drew it down, nudging it past the waistband of her leggings, against the taut muscles of her stomach. "Please..." she breathed, "God, Mulder please..."

He smiled against her neck, and his other hand slid down to push the leggings slowly off her slender hips. He lifted his lips from her skin with a final kiss, then traced his lips down her spine, sinking to his knees as he peeled the leggings down, revealing the sensual flare of her hips, the athletic curves of her legs... She turned around before he could marvel at more, then his breath caught as he was graced with a view to rival his wildest dreams. He felt her fingers furrow through his hair as his lips moved closer.

Ambrosia. Heaven. He could taste her forever.

Her hands clenched into fists, holding him to her, her soft moans only goading him onward. He traced patterns of arousal against her need, coaxing her to greater heights with each light kiss, each gentle stroke of his tongue, each tender nip to her most sensitive skin. His hands slid up, caressing her calves, her thighs.

She cried out when his finger entered her, her body stuttered against him, her cries were sweet music in the night. He closed his eyes, worshipping her in her ecstasy, his heart beating in time with her shudders. His strokes were even more gentle as she came slowly down from her passion. Her fingers loosed their death grip on his hair, and he looked up at her, his hands moving to unlace the boots. Her eyes were indigo fire as she smiled and stepped daintily out of the boots and leggings. She reached for his hands and pulled him to his feet. She backed away until she reached the bed, pulling him with her, then onto her as she lay back. He caught himself on his hands, his sex brushing against her, painfully erect. Blood pounded in his ears as his eyes locked with hers. Her fingers closed around him, and he jumped. When had she moved her hand to guide him, to beckon him to her? The question died unanswered as he pressed forward slowly, sliding into her, her warmth already slick with her passion.

"Yesss....." The soft hiss of her whisper coursed through his body, rivaling even the sensation of being inside her. "Oh yes.."

Her hands gripped his hips, pulled him into her until he filled her completely, then slid up to draw him closer, so his face was buried in the lush curtain of her hair.

So her lips were next to his ear.

"You feel so wonderful..." Her voice coaxed him into movement. He slid his arms around her, rocking her in a slow, ancient rhythm. "So wonderful inside me...oh yes..."

His breath came in ragged gasps as he quickened his rhythm, his need coming back with a vengeance. His body trembled on the brink.

"So good, Mulder, oh yes...god..."

Her body rocked against him, faster...had to hold on..

"Oh, oh yes, oh--" Her hips bucked up into him. "Now, oh god now--"

Her cries rang with his in a frenzied, ecstatic harmony. He held her to him with all his strength as he poured his desire into her, knowing whatever happened after this, this moment, this night, would live forever in his memory, eclipsing all the bad, and most of the good. He was complete, made whole by the woman in his arms.

He looked down at her, raining kisses on her cheeks, her lips, her forehead. He found his voice at last. "Oh god, Scully, I love you." She froze. His heart contracted. "I love you so much. I've loved you forever." She lay in his arms, unmoving, and he looked, meeting her eyes once more. He had to know, was she....

She was smiling. No longer the vixen, this smile was genuine Scully, that radiant smile he remembered when he woke up in the hospital so long ago, that rare smile she saved for when she was happiest. A wave of warmth surged through him as he smiled back at her. He didn't need her voice, her words. That smile was all he needed.

End.