Trouble by Kelli Ro

STORIES ON THIS SITE ARE INTENDED FOR ADULTS ONLY

Trouble by Kelli Ro

Scully sighed inwardly as she sipped her soda. She could feel the stares of some of the patrons on her back as she sat up at the bar with Mulder. They stood out like a couple of sore thumbs in their suits and trench coats. Mulder seemed to be taking it in stride...

but he wasn't getting the kind of looks she was.

Mulder casually surveyed the room as he sat with his back against the bar. He was reminded of the case in Lake Okobogee where they'd investigated the disappearance of Ruby Morris; that was the last time they had to come into a dive like this one. Like the previous establishment, this one was mostly filled with male patrons, but whereas the Pennsylvania Pub had been teeming with burly biker-types, this group was of a younger, grungier crowd.

Their suspect was supposed to frequent this place, but they'd been there for hours and yet to see any sign of him. After questioning some of the regulars, they had decided to settle down at the bar for something to drink. Mulder turned toward Scully. "You want to get something to eat after this?"

"Yeah I'm starving."

"I told you we should've stopped at that Steak & Egg."

"Call me particular but there's something about my food being served with a coupon for colon surgery."

"On second thought I kind of lost my appetite."

She smiled and took another sip of her soda, the headache the music was giving her slowly starting to ebb.

Her eyes rolled over to meet Mulder's. "Nice music."

He shrugged back at her with a smile, then turned to face the bar.

He picked up two stirrers and started playing with them absentmindedly. "Hey Scully look, chopsticks." He leaned towards her and started grasping at her wrist with the make shift utensils. She looked up at him and he smiled playfully at her. She didn't think he had any idea what that smile did to her.

The bartender approached and placed a napkin in front of her, then set a mixed drink of some kind on top of it.

"I didn't order that." Scully followed his gaze down the bar to a slick looking Lothario with a ponytail and leather jacket. He looked almost as out of place as they did.

He smiled and, with a wink, motioned to her with his beer bottle.

The corners of her mouth curled into a tight smile and she gave a quick nod of appreciation. Her eyes were wide as she turned her head slowly back toward Mulder. "Tell me that's not the kind of man I attract."

He grinned back at her with amusement. "I don't know, Scully, what kind of man are you trying to attract?" He swallowed another mouthful of iced tea.

"I'm not."

"No?" Resting an arm on the bar and turning to face her, he leaned closer. "Then why all this..." he motioned to her face.

"The hair, the make-up, you always look so put together... you must be trying to attract somebody."

She could see the mischief in his eyes and cursed him for unnerving her the way he did. Deciding to give him a little back this time, she held his eyes. "It's not about attracting any man, it's about attracting the right man," she said pointedly. Suppressing her own mischievous smile, she slid off the stool, landing squarely between his legs. She broke from his gaze and moved off toward the other end of the bar.

He straightened and watched her head away, then stood and followed. Catching up to her, he tried to get her to look at him.

He stuffed his hands in his trench coat pockets. "What does that mean?"

She glanced sideways up at him but said nothing.

What was she doing? And more importantly, did he want her to do it? They'd indulged in a little casual flirting now and then, but aside from some well-guarded fantasies, he never imagined taking it any further. It wasn't that he worried about destroying their partnership, or their friendship; their bond was too strong for that. Rather, he was simply content with the way things were between them. But what would he do if he got an overt indication from her that she was ready to cross that line? His body seemed to be responding in no uncertain terms. He was attracted to her, no doubt about that; and the thought of being with her sent the blood racing through his veins. But is that was she was even intending?

Or was she just playing with him? Her expression was indiscernible. "So where are we going?"

"I noticed there was a pool room back here that's closed."

They reached the entryway and looked into the other room. It was fairly dark, only the light sifting in from the open bar area broke through the blackness. There were two pool tables in front of them, some stacked chairs and stools... and an EXIT. They approached it for a closer look. Mulder held the door open as Scully stepped under his arm to examine the other side of the door. There was no handle on the outside. Scully stepped back into the room. "No, he couldn't come in this way."

Mulder closed the door and looked down at her, wondering why she wasn't heading back for the bar.

Noticing his curious look, she answered his unasked question.

"I'm thinking maybe this would be a less conspicuous place to keep surveillance."

Mulder looked over at the bar. They could see the whole area from in there, but in that small dark room, no one could see them.

Mulder nodded and they waited.

After another twenty minutes had passed, Scully sighed. "My feet are getting tired."

Mulder looked around, then pulled an upturned stool off of a nearby drum case and set it on the floor for her.

"And who says chivalry is dead?" she said, lifting herself up onto the stool.

He smiled smugly. "The last of a dying breed."

She smirked back at him and returned her attention to the distant bargoers.

Mulder watched her out of the corner of his eye. Yes, it was definitely there again... that thing between them: that feeling that the air between them was so electrically charged that the slightest spark would set it off. He couldn't get images out of his mind of the Dana Scully he wanted to know, that sensual, passionate part of her that he knew was buried somewhere under all that professional hardware she put up. He so desperately wanted to free her from it. And suddenly he found himself drifting closer to her, as if lured by some invisible force, until he was standing just in front of her. "So."

"So?"

"You didn't answer my question."

"What question was that?" she asked innocently.

"What does that mean, you're trying to attract the right man?"

"It means I'm trying to attract the right type of man."

He shook his head slowly at her. "I don't think that's what you meant."

"No? What did *you* think I meant then?"

He stared at her. His heart was pounding, his mouth was drythis was it. Turn back now, and things would go back to that safe place they'd always been at, or go full steam ahead into trouble.

He never was one to take the easy road.

"I think it means," he rested a finger lightly on the inside of her knee, just at the hem of her skirt, "you wouldn't let anyone but the right man do this..." he lowered his eyes to his hand as he carefully pushed her skirt back the slightest bit.

She watched his hand: Oh God what was he doing? Sure, they were flirting, that was nothing new, but he'd never stepped over that line before. And she was enjoying every second of it; his finger's touch just inside of her knee caused a sensation like warm water being poured over her from head to foot. She looked back up at him, their eyes meeting in unmistakable desire. They stared at each other for a moment, then Scully looked to the side suddenly, distracted. "Is that a dog barking?"

With his free hand he gently turned her face, and her attention, back toward him. "No I think it's the song."

She followed his gaze back down to her lap as his finger continued its slow but steady journey up her thigh. He slid his finger a little further up as the music taunted them...

hey all right, if I get by

His smile was devilish.

It's mine...
mine all mine...

She eyed him slyly and brought her knees together.

He withdrew his hand and took a step closer, his legs coming up against her knees. "I think you're teasing me."

"I'm not teasing you."

He stared at her... and wondered exactly what she meant by that.

"You still want to get something to eat after this?" she asked casually.

He nodded with a small smile, then stepped closer, pushing her knees apart the slightest bit as he did. He leaned into her. "I'm still hungry."

The excitement in her eyes was mesmerizing. "Right," she said as the corner of her mouth upturned at him, "hungry like the wolf."

His lips gave the suggestion of a smile. "Well then it's a good thing you give good chase."

She raised her eyebrows at him quizzically.

"Wolves won't go after sitting prey, you know. They like the chase."

"Is that right?"

He nodded and watched her intently; her legs spread slightly as he stood between them. She peered coyly up at him from behind a strand of hair that had fallen in front of one eye, her lips were parted the slightest bit. Oh yes, he was going to enjoy this.

He brought his face closer, closer... then moved around to her ear, then lowered his face to her neck, then back up again, until his breath was falling gently against her ear. "You smell so incredibly sexy..."

She struggled to keep her breathing in check as the air started coming in long deep gusts. She could feel the skin of her neck prickling at his breath's soft caress.

Bringing his face back to hers, he stayed close; their noses almost touching. "Aren't you going to tell me to stop?" he whispered.

Holding his gaze for a long moment, she swallowed hard; her tongue felt thick in her mouth. "No..." she breathed.

"No?" He inched even closer. "Why not?"

He was working her into such a frenzy she started to tremble. Her eyes stayed locked on his lips, just barely touching her own. She swallowed again.

"Do you want me to keep going?"

She could not remember ever wanting to be kissed as badly as she did at that moment. She nodded slightly.

"I didn't hear you..." he whispered again.

She let out a tremulous breath as their lips just barely touched.

"Yes," she managed lowly.

He brought his lips to hers lightly, then he kissed her again. The third time, their lips moved fluidly, lazily over each other as they explored each other's mouths. Bringing his hands up to hold her face, he continued to kiss her, more deeply this time. He threaded his fingers back through her hair as they kissed; it was soft as cornsilk and had smelled as sweet. She slipped her hands underneath his jacket to hold his waist, and she could feel the warmth and tone of his body just beneath the thin cotton.

"I want to be alone with you..." he whispered into her mouth between kisses.

"We are alone."

"You know what I mean."

A sudden female voice startled them. "Hey--"

They both looked over at the young woman standing in the doorway, looking like two kids caught with their hands in the cookie jar.

"--sorry-- you were lookin' for Billy, right?"

Mulder turned slightly and nodded at her. "That's right."

"Well he just showed up."

At the police station Mulder and Scully finished up with the local authorities as the uniformed officers hauled their suspect away.

Scully shook the sheriff's hand. "Thank you you've been very helpful."

The sheriff nodded and extended his hand to Mulder.

Scully looked up at Mulder as the three of them stood in the now empty hallway. "Well. I'm just a few blocks away so I'm going to walk... I'll see you tomorrow."

They exchanged a long look, then Mulder nodded.

She headed down the hall.

Mulder watched her go, her hair brushing lightly against the back of her neck, the soft motion of her hips moving under her coat as she walked... He looked over at the sheriff briefly, nodding a quick good-bye, and headed after her.

He stepped through the elevator just before the doors closed. He adjusted his trench coat and looked down at her. "Not so fast.

Where are you going?"

"I told you: home."

He nodded. "It's just I thought were going to get something to eat or something..." he said quickly.

"Well it's late."

"Yeah." He stared at her. The air between them was thick and they were both having trouble breathing. He took a step closer and she felt herself start to sway. His eyes held her gaze. "I'll walk you home?" But it was not a question.

Scully pulled her keys from her purse and opened the door. She looked up at her partner standing expectantly behind her. She eyed him awkwardly. "You coming in?"

"I was going to..." he said uncertainly.

They entered the apartment. Scully heard him shut the door behind them as she placed her purse on the coffee table. She was suddenly aware that he was standing just behind her. Bringing his hands around in front of her, he wove his fingers through her hair and pulled it off her face, exposing her neck. He placed a kiss below her ear.

A small noise that expressed both pleasure and frustration escaped her as she tried to beat down that little voice in her head that was telling her to stop this irrational behavior at once. "Mulder... what are we doing?"

"I don't know, but it feels good."

And how could she argue with that? "We can't do this."

"No but we're going to anyway aren't we?" He resumed his seduction of her neck. The moist little kisses were making her head spin and she continued to weaken in his arms. He slid his hands down and back up under her arms until they were curled around her shoulders, then let them drop slowly right over her front to the top of her skirt. Feeling her collapse further back against him, he started to continue his journey downward...

With a sharp inhale of breath she turned around to face him.

"Mulder..."

He took hold of her waist and pulled her tightly against him, intensifying his attack. His breath fell gently against her lips. "I want to make love to you... will you let me? I want to so badly...please..."

She was losing it fast.

"I know you want to..."

Then her legs were losing their strength, her knees gave the slightest bit and he tightened his hold to support her.

"Please tell me you want to," he whispered.

She nodded weakly. "Yes..."

A small enraptured smile surfaced on his lips. His hands found the zipper at the back of her skirt and unzipped it; her breath escaped her as the garment slid smoothly to the floor.

He started backing her toward the bedroom, hastily pulling at each other's clothes as they went. By the time they reached the bed he was left only in his boxers and she in her unbuttoned blouse and undergarment. He slipped off the last of his confinements and sat on the bed, pulling her down with him; his arm held her securely as she knelt above him, his free hand held the back of her head as he kissed her deeply. His hands roamed up underneath the front of her shirt, sliding it off and onto the floor. That task completed, his warm hands traveled up her back to her shoulders, where he took hold of the thin straps of fabric and pulled them off until they were hanging loosely on her arms. His fingers traced her collarbone to her throat, then slowly slipped down her front to the clasp of her undergarment. It joined the blouse on the floor.

Mulder pulled her against him as they kissed, running both hands over the smooth, soft skin of her bare back and he was struck by how small she felt in his arms; it only intensified his already formidable protectiveness of her. He took hold of her waist and tried to guide her to him, but she kept teasing him by moving away just as he was about to touch her. Finally, in desperation, he started to drop his hand to his lap.

She took hold of his hand with a small sound of disapproval and shook her head at him.

"You're killing me..." he whispered urgently.

She smiled demurely at him as she slid a hand slowly down his midsection. Her hand came around him and he almost lost it right there in her palm at her feather-light touch. That was it, he'd had enough. He wrapped an arm securely around her waist and pulled her to him.

"No more teasing..." he whispered forcefully, his lips curled into the slightest smile. The pleasure washed over him as he sank into her, and as their bodies came together at last, it didn't take long before they reached the boundaries of their passion. And when it was over, and their bodies slowed together, her head fell forward against his shoulder.

He brought his hands up to her neck. "Look at me, beautiful," he whispered. Raising her face to look at him, she could see the emotion she felt for him mirrored back to her. She buried her face back in his neck, and they held each other for a long time, content, ecstatic, terrified, until they could feel their bodies start to awaken once more. Mulder lay her back on the bed and she pulled the sheet up around his waist. He propped himself up on his hands, elbows locked and started his movement inside her. Slow and sweet this time around, they took their time discovering each other. Having almost three years of passion to make up for, they made love well into the night, until they were sore and exhausted and eventually found sleep in each other's arms.

They stirred at the same time as the sun streamed through the windows.

Scully ran a hand over her face and rested it above her on the pillow. She looked sleepily over at him as he watched her. "Hi."

He smiled softly. "Hi."

She closed her eyes again, a small smile tugging at her lips. "This is weird."

He nodded in agreement. "I know." He watched her carefully for a long moment. "Regrets?"

She turned her head on the pillow to look at him. "No." She shook her head at him. "No way."

Smiling in relief, he rolled on his side to better face her.

"What about you?"

"Yeah, definitely. I'm just waiting to get some breakfast out of it before I bail." She suppressed a laugh as he pulled her close. "Of course not," he whispered, then kissed her softly. Then the words that he thought he'd never be able to summon came so easily to him as his feelings for her filled his heart. "I love you..."

She stared at him in surprise, then whispered the words back to him as she rested a hand on his cheek. "I guess things are really complicated now."

He smiled at her. "Things were always complicated between us, Scully."

She smiled back. "So what are they now?"

"Better." He slid a hand down to the small of her back and pulled her against him, smiling slightly. "Much better."

- end -

Return to Kelli's Stories