Whisper by Kelli Ro

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Ok, first my disclaimer, then the real one. I am one of those people who do NOT want to see Mulder and Scully jump into bed together, (though I wouldn't have any objection to them addressing some of the UST, or even a we're-under-some-alien-influence-so-it-doesn't-really-count encounter--see "Wolf"), but nevertheless it is fun to fantasize about things we know we'll never see....and i share mine here with you-so 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.*

Whisper by Kelli Ro

Part 1: Frenzy

Sitting in the dim, barren hotel eatery, Mulder looked thoughtfully over at Scully as she finished the last of her burger. He marveled at how this person sitting across from him could be such a familiar, intimate part of his life and a stranger at the same time. Sometimes he felt like he knew her better than he knew himself; at other times, she perplexed him wholly. Well, their entire relationship confused him. She was his partner, his friend, but sometimes... it was different. Often times he found himself having to suppress the urge to sweep a strand of hair off of her face, to let the flow of her necklace lead his eyes down toward the v of her blouse; or he would find himself looking a little too long into those pale blue eyes. Once, he'd been unsuccessful in catching himself and suddenly there he was reaching across the table to wipe a dab of barbecue sauce off of her mouth. He'd never forget her face- the initial look of surprise, then, that look that shot right through him and left him feeling naked and vulnerable...

Stakeouts were the worst. Inevitably, he would grow bored during Scully's sleep shift and find his eyes drifting over to the passenger seat: a gaping blouse revealing the slightest curve, the smallest bit of her outer thigh exposed as she shifted in her seat. It tortured him endlessly.

But his work, and even more compelling, their partnership and friendship, was too important to him. He didn't want to jeopardize it in any way, even though this was one of those times when it was 'different' and he had to struggle to keep his hormones in check.

He looked over at her now, watching her finish her dinner; watching her take her straw and draw one final sip from her soda... Mulder could not take his eyes off those lips. His jaw fell involuntarily.

"Mulder what is it?"

Busted. He quickly lifted his eyes to meet hers. "Oh, nothing I was just thinking about the case..." He averted his gaze.

"Did something just occur to you?"

If only she knew. "No, no it was just...um," Mulder motioned to the waitress. "Excuse me ma'am... we're all set here." He scratched the back of his head uncomfortably as the waitress deposited their check on the table.

Scully placed her purse on the table and began to rummage for her wallet. As Mulder continued to watch her, nature's agenda got the best of him and before he could let his head step in he slid from the booth, stepped to her side of the table and extended his hand.

Scully eyed him suspiciously, then raised her eyebrows in query.

The slightest smile appeared on his face. "Dance with me."

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me."

Scully surveyed the very dark empty bar. The waitress was at the register, engrossed in the latest Danielle Steele; a patron appeared to be 'dozing' at the bar...other than that, the place was vacant. An old juke box in the corner crooned out one nondescript tune after another.

Mulder smiled sheepishly at her. "Come on Scully, what'll people say if a guy's own partner won't dance with him?"

Scully smirked back at him, and for some incomprehensible reason found herself placing her hand in his. As was often the case, when it came to Fox Mulder, Scully's common sense abandoned her. He lead her out a few steps from their booth and pulled her into him. One arm cradled her hand against his chest, the other on her back.

As she stepped into him to dance, Mulder felt every blood cell in his body race from his head. As they danced together he was aware of a powerful chemical reaction taking place between them. Every molecule in his body was in a state of frenzy. He turned to drown his face in her soft mane, in which the faint remains of perfume and the day's air still lingered. He brushed his lips across her cheek. She unconsciously tilted her head up. Mulder was aware of his own breath blending into hers- a breath's distance from a kiss, terrified to go through with it. He was paralyzed.

When he drew her close, Scully felt her eyes involuntarily waver, then fall completely. She was shocked to find herself reacting to him in this way. Sure, he was cute; she'd always thought that, and there'd occasionally been those moments of sexual tension between them, but this... the force of her desire for him had blind-sided her. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, the adrenaline rushing through her body. It was potent, and she was helpless against it.

Mulder's hand dropped to the small of her back and pulled her closer. A pervasive tremor ran through her from head to toe. Only then did Mulder realize the mutual effect this was having on them. He enjoyed every minute of the power he suddenly had over her. It drove him crazy to think about being able to take this strong, refined, brilliant woman and reduce her to a trembling school girl.

Mulder leaned in to whisper in her ear: "Come upstairs with me, Dana." He lingered at her ear, then pulled back, gauging her response- seeking an answer in those eyes.

Scully opened her mouth to reply but found she could not. Instead she tentatively raised her eyes to meet his. She nodded slowly.

He gently reached around her to grab her purse, gently pushing up against her as he did. He turned her around and guided her to the elevator, remaining inches behind her the entire way.

They entered the elevator. Just as the doors were about to close, an elderly gentleman stepped in and stood in front of them. Scully stood in the corner against the right side of the elevator. Mulder stepped closer, ran his finger deliberately down along her necklace to her cross. As his fingers brushed against her skin, Scully truly thought for a moment that for the first time in her life she would faint right there on the spot. She looked up at his face, but he wasn't looking at the cross. He held her captive in his gaze.

At the door of her room, feeling him standing just behind her, Scully fumbled with her keys. What the hell was wrong with her fingers?

Mulder carefully reached his arms around her, took the keys in his hands, and opened the door. They vanished into the room.

From inside came the sound of keys hitting the floor.

Part 2: Whisper

Inside the door, Scully turned to set the lock. Mulder was right behind her, one arm over each shoulder, pinning her between himself and the door. She turned to face him. He stared at her for what seemed like an eternity, then bent forward slowly to kiss her forehead...then her nose...he teased her mouth by kissing each corner softly. He moved to her ear. The keys slipped from her hand and hit the floor. Her breath, her pulse, was quickening, her body continued to tremble. It felt like a million degrees in the room. Mulder squirmed free of his jacket, loosened his tie and moved closer. He caressed her skin just above the v of her blouse...then unfastened the top button. He went for the next button...and the next... until there were no more to undo. Scully simply stood there, unable to move, feeling more and more intoxicated with his every move. Her head spun; she felt her knees start to buckle. He slipped an arm around her waist, feeling her soft skin respond to his touc h as he did. He pulled her against him and whispered in her ear: "What do you want, Dana......tell me what you want...."

She caught her breath "I want..." at once there seemed to be an overabundance of saliva in her mouth; she swallowed hard.

He willed her to continue: "....tell me..."

"..I..."

His whisper intensified "....say it...."

"...I want you to make love to me..."

He exhaled hard and tightened his hold on her as she whispered forcefully in his ear "...make love to me, Mulder..."

Mulder turned around still holding her in his arms and backed her up to the side of the bed, turned again and sat down on the mattress. He took her hands and pulled her towards him. She straddled him as he placed his warm hands under her shirt and held her waist. He pushed aside the collar of her shirt and traced her bra strap with his finger. She removed his tie, then slowly unbuttoned his shirt, caressed his neck and shoulders. The smell of his cologne grew stronger as his body temperature rose and she was drugged by it. He began to glisten with sweat. She cradled his face with her hands. She bent to kiss him but he spun on her and rolled her underneath him. Like some powerful pheromone, he was exuding heat and passion from every pore. He was drowning her in his maleness, his masculinity. He placed a hand on her knee, then slowly moved up her outer thigh, just under her skirt, a little farther...at her hip he curled a single finger around her undergarment and drew it down. He looked deeply into her eyes; there was so much he wanted to say to her, to let her know what this meant to him, that she would give herself to him this way.... but such words never came easily for him, and instead he simply demonstrated them to her in his touch, his tender caress. He leaned down and kissed her for the first time. He lightly touched her soft, wet lips with his and felt them part beneath his own. A bolt of electricity shot through him. He felt her exploring his mouth with her soft tongue, leaving him feeling more and more delirious . He kissed her deeply, the desire continuing to rise in him like wildfire.

The pace began to quicken and piece by piece they freed each other from the confines of the remains of their clothing. Mulder grabbed the end of the bedspread and pulled it over them. He had never wanted anyone this badly in his entire life. He wanted her with every fiber of his being. He wanted all of her: her heart, her mind, her body. He buried his face in her neck. His breathing was heavy and uneven "I want you... God I want you..." Their passion reached a frenzied state. The moment of consummation descended on them like a tempest. And in that instant, the years of partnership, of friendship, of desire, came to fruition in a single, endless moment where he held her face, looked deep into her eyes, and felt he might have glimpsed her soul...

In the aftermath, all he could do was hold her in the darkness and whisper in her ear; to speak softly of hopes and expectations, of consequences and outcomes...relishing every second of that sacred, secluded time where all sense of place and present seemed to stand still.

- end -

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