Tempted by Kelli Ro

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I've put Mulder in the position of being seduced by an under-the-influence Scully on several occasions. Well, I think it's time Mulder had his turn--after all, turn about is fair play;-). I actually had two versions of this story, a 'does she' and a 'doesn't she'. But my esteemed Mulder and Scully expert (Wizard), suggested I go with this one. So which one is it? Well you'll just have to read to find out... ;-)

Completed April 1996. Enjoy!

*The following story is based on characters copyrighted by Ten Thirteen Productions, created by The Man, Chris Carter, and who are the property of the Fox network and are used without permission. No infringement intended.*

Tempted by Kelli Ro

You don't know
how you move me
deconstruct me
and consume me...
-Matthew Sweet

Scully entered her dark apartment weighed down by bags of groceries precariously balanced in her arms. She reached for the switch, filling her apartment with light as she headed for the kitchen. She'd stayed late at work going over their current case and remembered on the way home that she had nothing in the apartment to eat. Thank God for the 24 hour supermarket. After depositing the bags on the counter, she took off her shoes and coat, pulling her blouse from her skirt and rolling up her sleeves. She sighed lightly. "That's better..."

Her thoughts were with her partner as she started the mindless task of shelving her groceries. He'd been preoccupied all day at work, and had left early, very uncharacteristic behavior for him. He'd actually been behaving somewhat strangely for several weeks now, but every time she brought it up to him he dismissed her with some lame excuse. Over the past couple of years that they had been working together, they'd grown close and she knew he confided in her more than anyone else. But he still kept his emotions so tightly locked up, and she worried about him endlessly.

She had just about finished putting away the last of the groceries when she heard a key turning in the lock. Only her mother and Mulder had keys to her apartment. Her mother would never be up at this hour, and Mulder always knocked...

She approached the doorway cautiously, throwing a quick glance to the coffee table where her weapon lay, and waited. After several minutes of fumbling, the key finally slipped into the lock and Mulder passed through the doorway... well, she thought, more like stumbled through. He was still in his work clothes, his trench coat hanging off his shoulders. And he had a bottle of some kind of liquor in his hand.

"Mulder?"

He closed the door and turned around to offer her a greeting. "Hey Scully."

"Hello…" she watched as he shuffled into her living area, loosened his tie and fell back onto the couch. "… what are you doing here?"

He sighed heavily and turned his head in her direction. "I came by to see if you wanted a drink..." he held up his arm and his eyes slowly focused on the near empty bottle. "Oh. Well..." he looked up at her. "You got anything?"

"Yes..." she folded her arms in front of her, "coffee."

He pulled his tie through the collar and flung it towards a nearby chair where it slid to a small heap on the floor. Scully moved to the kitchen and put a pot of coffee on, then came back into the living area. Mulder had his head back against the couch, his eyes closed. It didn't look like he was planning on going anywhere for a while. She headed down the hallway to the linen closet to get a blanket and pillow. When she turned back around, Mulder was standing-- swaying, right in front of her. In the dark hallway his tall frame was silhouetted against the light from the living room behind him.

He steadied himself by resting one arm on the open closet door, the other on the frame. "What are you doin', Scully?"

"I'm going to make a bed for you on the couch. I don't want you going anywhere in this condition."

He stepped closer. A delicate breeze of electricity caressed her skin.

"Mulder you're pushing me into the closet."

"I'm sorry," he said softly, though he made no move to let her pass. The scent of alcohol was heavy on his breath. She straightened and pushed by him, thankful to make her way back to the bright light of her living room. She threw the pillow onto a nearby chair. Mulder emerged from the hallway as she was spreading the blanket over the cushions. He shrugged off his coat and jacket and sat back on the couch as Scully disappeared into the kitchen. When she returned she held out a glass of water to him, then two aspirin and a vitamin C tablet. "Coffee's almost done. Here take these."

He studied his hand in confusion.

"Trust me," she assured him. He swallowed the pills and handed the glass back to her. She set it down on the coffee table and crouched down in front of him. Her eyes were filled with concern as she watched him. She placed a hand over his. "What's wrong, Mulder? What's this about?"

But all he could do was stare at that beautiful face.

After several seconds, she stood and started to turn away, when he took hold of her waist and pulled her down onto the couch with him.

She landed on her knees, straddling one of his legs. "Mulder…?"

He gently moved with her, laying her back on the couch. "Mulder what the hell are you doing?" she asked indignantly.

"I'm coming on to you, Scully; has it been that long?" he teased.

Longer than I care to remember, she thought dryly. "Mulder..."

"Be quiet." He placed a finger over her lips. His voice was little more than a whisper as he talked to her. "Why do you think I came here?"

She looked at him. And she didn't have the faintest idea. Obviously, he had come here seeking comfort, but for what? There weren't many things that got him this upset. Had something happened with his mother? Something at work? Or was his intention just to seek something purely... physical? She swallowed. "I don't know," she managed as she became aware of the weight of his body along her side.

He stared at her. What she didn't know, was that he had come to her out of the unbearable desperation of loneliness. That he could no longer keep inside what he felt for her; it had hurt too much for too long. And that only in this state could he find the courage to come to her.

He moved to kiss her, but she brought her hands up to hold his face. "Mulder--"

"Just let me kiss you a little..."

"I don't think that would be a good idea..."

He smiled slyly at her. "You like to tease me, don't you?"

"What are you talking about..." she muttered feebly back to him.

"Always smelling so good, wearing these little skirts..." His hand slipped down to the hem of her skirt and slowly started its journey upward. She brought her hand down over his and gently pushed it away as she smoothed her skirt down.

Her breathing turned shallow as he started tracing the v-neck of her blouse with a single finger. "Come on, Scully, you're killin' me here." He slowly unfastened her top button. She stopped his hand by placing hers on top of it, suddenly wondering just exactly when her partner had turned into an octopus. His face was close now, she could feel his breath gently falling against her lips. "Please, don't make me beg... I can tell you want to...."

He slipped his hand out from underneath hers. Then, the haze of alcohol loosening his tongue, he continued. "We already have so much here, Scully..." he placed a finger against her forehead, "haven't you ever thought about what it could be like for us here?" His hand slid down her throat, then lightly down her midsection, sending a shiver of arousal right through her. He looked back up at her.

Scully continued to stare at him, paralyzed by his words, his actions. She felt cast away in her own emotions.

"I feel so close to you, Scully; closer than I've ever been to anyone else in my entire life." His hand came to rest on her cheek. "But sometimes, the closer I get to you, the lonelier I feel... like I want something more..." His eyes moved over her face, taking in every detail, then met her gaze again. "I want to be that close to you. Would you let me get that close?" He brought his face nearer and closed his eyes. "Would you, Dana? Would you share that part of yourself with me?"

She could not find the breath to answer him.

He placed a tentative, delicate kiss on her lips "Let me in, Dana..." then another... "let me in..." He pulled back.

Her body started to tremble gently as she looked at him. Her feelings for him were strong; she had had platonic love for her friend for a long time. But this... he was stirring feelings in her that were both exciting and terrifying. He lightly caressed the skin of her cheek with his thumb. She closed her eyes, and for just a moment, she let herself enjoy the pleasure of his touch. He moved to kiss her again. She turned her head away as she felt his lips graze her own. "Mulder no..."

He looked at her for several seconds before sitting up on the couch. "Do you know where I was tonight, Scully?" Before she had a chance to answer, he continued. "I went out to dinner with this woman."

An unexpected twinge of jealousy poked at her stomach.

He motioned with his arms as he spoke, the words flowing out of him in one long run-on sentence. "She was beautiful and smart and I'm sitting across from her and all I can think about is you and what you were doing and how comfortable I am with you and how miserable I am sitting across from this woman..." His voice trailed off, his mouth still hanging open as if he had more to say but forgot in mid- sentence. He turned to look at her.

And then she could see what was coming next; her expression turned panicked. She sat up to face him. "Mulder you've been drinking, you don't know what you're saying..." she started quickly.

He opened his mouth to speak.

"Mulder don't--"

"I think I'm in love with you, Scully."

They looked at each other in silence.

He lay her back down again and started stroking her hair. She stared at him. Though she had seen it coming, actually hearing the words rendered her completely dumb-struck. And then he was drifting towards her, his lips coming nearer and nearer to her own...

Once again she reached a hand up to his face to stop him. "Mulder-- " she started softly.

"Don't push me away, Scully... you of all people... please don't push me away."

She could only stare at him as his face neared hers once more. His lips touched hers gently. In an action that was almost purely reflex her mouth opened in response to him. Then she froze, letting him kiss her deeply. She brought her arms up around his neck in surrender as she returned the passion of his kiss. As he shifted his weight on top of her, she could feel the heat and firmness of him burning against her thigh; what she was doing to him was making her feel dizzy with power. And at that moment, she wanted more than anything to give him what he wanted; to share that closeness with him, to feel him moving on top of her, inside her. There he was holding her, strong and sensual and completely irresistible... and as the full force of his weight came down on her, the tired and worn timbers of her self-control threatened to snap like twigs against the force of her desire. Her breathing became heavy, almost audible. He moved his hand to the top of his trousers.

And she was so, so very tempted...

Scully sat up abruptly and walked quickly away from the couch, her hand on her stomach. She tried to catch her breath as she stood with her back to him. "Don't do this, Mulder, it's not fair... to either of us."

He sat forward on the couch and rested his head in his hands. He was silent for several seconds, then let out a quick groan of frustration. "I can't even do this right."

Scully turned around and watched him. Slowly, she walked over to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. "You do a lot of things right." She knelt in front of him. "Are you listening to me?"

He reached for her face and pulled her head against his, closing his eyes. He carefully held her neck as his thumbs caressed the skin just below her ears. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have come here." He released her, resting his forehead in his hands. "I don't blame you for not wanting this..." his tone turned bitter, "for not wanting to get involved with 'Spooky Mulder'. You deserve better."

"Don't say that" she said forcefully "That's not true..." she swallowed hard "I..." .

"Please don't go away. I just can't do it without you, Scully." He brought her hand to his forehead and closed his eyes. "I'm sorry I said anything, please don't go away..." his voice trailed off as he struggled to maintain the last vestiges of his consciousness. He lifted his head, and with some effort, focused his eyes on her. He regarded her with drunken affection.

Scully lay him back on the couch and tucked the blanket around him. She reached over him and clicked the light off, then gently ran a hand over his forehead. She watched him in the darkness. Her whisper found him through the stillness of night: "I'm not going anywhere, Mulder... I'm not going anywhere."

Continued...

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