TITLE: Beneath the Leaves
AUTHOR: Denise Morgen
EMAIL:meadora@hotmail.com
CATEGORY: Angst? Okay, I guess, MAYBE if you wanted to take the most liberal possible definition of the word. Definite MSR. And oh, is it considered RST or UST if they have physical contact but don't have sex? Guess I'll have to go to Gossamer and check the definitions...
SUMMARY: Some unexpected closeness derails an attempt to tail a suspect.
SPOILERS: Wow, my first one without any! Someone call Guinness! Even my fluff usually has spoilers! Oh, wait...damn, I lied. TINY one for the pilot.
ARCHIVE: Sure. Just drop me a line so I can come visit!
RATING: PG-13 for adult language
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DISCLAIMER: The characters of Mulder and Scully belong to the great god Chris himself, as well as his compatriots Fox and 1013 Productions. I don't have permission to use these characters and no one's paying me to do this. It's strictly a labor of love! ;-)
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Okay, see what happens when I let one of my Catholic friends drag me to church? My spongy little mind soaks up the symbolism and all of you poor people are subjected to it via my fanfic. So I apologize in advance to those of you that are bothered by religious metaphors and assure my well-meaning friends and family that no, I am NOT converting.
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Beneath the Leaves
Mulder didn't know what he'd thought he was doing when he'd whirled his partner
around and thrust her soft form into a nearby tree with his body. It certainly
didn't seem like a move that had a real high life expectancy rating for one
thing, and for another thing it was just too damn hazardous to his state of mind
to pressed up against her like this with legs entangled and bodies joined. But
he'd seen their suspect threading his way toward them through the sparse crowd
of weekday park-goers and his body had reacted to provide them a cover before
his brain could veto the idea.
Scully was marble in his arms, a living statue with flickering sapphire eyes
round with shock. He knew he had a very limited amount of time before she fought
off that haze and proceeded to rip off his balls and feed them to him for
breakfast so he slid his lips down to her ear and whispered softly in
explanation. "Go with it, Scully..."
She started in his grasp at the soft words and light contact. She didn't move,
but he could see the questions in her eyes as he drug his lips across her cheek
before brushing his nose slowly back and forth over hers. He tried to reassure
her with his eyes before dropping his head down to her neck, trailing his nose
down the line of her chin as he went. He could feel her pulse fluttering
birdlike beneath his lips as he nuzzled the slender column of her throat. He
felt a momentary pang of guilt for taking advantage of her like this, even under
the guise of a cover, but he quickly pushed it aside. He had a legitimate reason
for his actions; and besides, he reasoned, he'd probably never have another
excuse to touch her like this again...
Dragging his attention back to the task at hand, he brushed his lips against her
neck before settling them lightly on her ear. Even as he forced his mind onto
the case he couldn't escape the rush of longing that filled him when she
shivered at the touch.
"Johnson's gonna pass us in about two seconds here..." he whispered seductively
as he rubbed her ear with his nose. "Watch him as he goes past and then we'll
loop around to pick up the trail once he's out of sight."
Scully nodded slightly as she slid her hands up his arms and wound her fingers
through his hair. Mulder straightened in shock at her unexpected move, but
Scully simply flashed him her most enigmatic smile before drawing his face down
to hers and treating him to a dose of the same kind of teasing Eskimo kisses
he'd given her before pulling him closer. Angling his body away from the tree to
afford herself a better view, Scully did a little nuzzling of her own as she
tucked her head up under his chin and slid a hand down from his hair to lie
caressingly over his pounding heart.
Mulder struggled to breathe evenly over the flashes of desire that thundered
throughout his mind and body. He was desperately close to losing his perspective
with her sweet breasts pressed tightly into his chest and her soft breath
warming his skin through the thin cotton of his T-shirt. Unconsciously his own
hands had migrated to places he'd always wanted to touch, settling possessively
on her hip and tangling in her hair. Scully seemed to sink into him as he buried
his nose in her auburn tresses and her voice was a throaty murmur when she
finally spoke.
"He just passed us..." the answering silence was thick and heavy with their
stilted breaths as he awaited her pronouncement that he was gone, dreading to
hear that it was time to abandon his new found heaven and step away. "He's
stopped at the hot dog vender by the fountain." Scully burrowed into him more
tightly as a pretext to change her vantage point and he gasp at the pleasant
shock of her body coming into full contact with his. Scully's eye's jumped up to
his momentarily before returning immediately back to her surveillance and Mulder
felt his face color in embarrassment. From this position his reaction to her
proximity was, well, blatantly obvious. He fought the urge to squirm
uncomfortably against her nearness and instead loosened his grip on her in an
attempt to move back a pace.
The device has yet to be created that could measure his surprise when Scully
aborted his backward movement by wrapping her arm around his waist and trapping
him against her. He couldn't help but gape at her in shock, to say that this was
not a move he'd expected would've been the understatement of the decade. Scully
briefly met his questioning stare with an amused smirk before whispering,
"You're endangering our cover. Not stop fidgeting so I can get back to my
surveillance."
Mulder was bowled over by the teasing tone in her voice and the uncharacteristic
twinkle in her eyes. She was having fun with this! The ever-professional Agent
Scully was playing with him! Will wonders never cease? Well, far be it for him
to rain on anyone's parade! If she could enjoy this little compromising
situation then he'd be damned if she could expected him to let the opportunity
go to waste! Besides, PlayfullScully was someone who didn't come to visit very
often and he intended to make full use of her expectantly short stay...
He took a deep cleansing breath and made a conscious effort to relaxes he slid
into her hold and re-nestled himself against her. Now it was Scully who gasped
when their bodies met and Mulder found himself somewhat satisfied to know that
he wasn't the only one affected by their closeness. Taking advantage of her
preoccupation, Mulder swept the hair away from her neck and proceeded to plant
soft tiny kisses up and down its satin length.
"Muh-Mulder," Scully gasped desperately, "what are you doing?"
"Keeping up our cover," he responded between kisses. "Aren't you supposed to be
surveling?" He ask huskily as he trailed up her neck. Any response she might
have made was lost in the small moan that escaped her when he took the sensitive
lobe of her ear in his mouth and caressed it with his tongue. Her arms tightened
reflexively around him as he nibbled on her pliant flesh, happily soothing away
the little nips with his tongue as he made the short journey to the base of her
throat. Dipping his tongue into the hollow at the end of that base, Mulder snuck
a glance up at his partner. What met his heavily lidded eyes was a sight he'd
seen only in his most lurid fantasies. Scully's face was a mask of passionate
desire. Her head was thrown back and her eyes had slipped dreamily shut, all
pretext of surveillance forgotten by both of them. Her cheeks were flushed and
her hair spread wildly around her face in stark contrast to the tree she leaned
against for support. Her mouth had fallen open in a small 'o' of surprise as she
sucked oxygen in with panting little gasps. Her lips were red and swollen as if
he had already stained them with kisses, and the sight of the tip of her small
pink tongue snaking out to wet them was more affective than any siren's call.
Before he had time to consider the consequences of his actions, Mulder had
captured her mouth with his own. He wasn't sure if he expected her to struggle
against him or not but she pleasantly surprised him by immediately parting her
lips to accept his kiss. Mulder was thrilled to comply with her unspoken
invitation and it was almost a religious experience to dip his tongue into the
well of her mouth. Her taste was an absolution and a benediction to his soul.
Like the cleansing touch of holy water a single kiss washed away the myriad
'sensible' reasons why they shouldn't do this, shouldn't be together this way.
All of it faded with the rest of the darkness that was banished by the radiant
light of their communion. And with this sacrament Mulder was converted to
worship at the altar of their unity. Forever and ever, amen.
Finally they broke apart from each other, regretfully forced to accede to the
body's demands for air. Gulping in huge open-mouthed breaths, Mulder pressed his
forehead to hers and struggled to calm his racing pulse. Scully was in no better
condition as she clung to him dazedly to keep from falling. The sight of her so
unhinged because of him threatened to overwhelm his battered senses and his eyes
slid shut in response to the excessive stimulation.
Reality seemed to slide in and out of focus and after a long while it occurred
to Mulder's scattered mind to wonder why are they pressed up against this tree.
Suddenly the world came back to him in a blinding flash and he knocked Scully to
the ground in his haste to locate their wayward suspect.
"Mulder, what the hell?" Scully cried out in surprise as she came roughly into
contact with the ground at her partner's feet.
"Shit, we lost him! Where could he have -" Mulder broke off abruptly when his
eyes swung around to where his partner should be only to encounter empty air.
Cutting his eyes down, he met her bewildered annoyance with a sheepish look.
"Um...oops?"
Scully was just full of surprises for him today because instead of going off on
him as he deserved (and he expected) she burst out laughing. Mulder's eyebrows
came together in confusion. As happy as he was to see her really laugh (which he
was certain he hadn't seen since a rainy graveyard in Oregon), he didn't see
anything funny about him knocking her on her ass in his muddled preoccupation
with a case after their first earth-shattering kiss. The corner of his mouth
twitched slightly as the irony hit him. Okay, so maybe it was funny. Pathetic
and ironically fitting, but funny. The branches of the tree echoed with their
laughter and Scully used his now proffered hand to pull him down by her side.
Still chuckling, they lay entwined beneath the leaves...
Finn.
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She added this part later...I think that it would have been fine leaving the
first part
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Scully didn't know what she'd thought she was doing when she pulled the lanky
form of her partner down to the ground beside her. It wasn't a particularly
Scully-like move, but then, neither was anything else she'd done in the last ten
minutes. Her laughter trailed off with a shiver as she relived the spectacular
kiss she and Mulder had just shared. Unaware of the *interesting* turn to her
thoughts, the object of her imaginings continued to chuckle quietly to himself
as he propped up on an elbow and studied her through lowered lashes. Noting her
own silent observation of him, his amusement faded quickly to be replaced by an
expression that was an endearing combination of guilt, nervousness, and thinly
veiled panic.
She could practically hear the ridiculous thoughts bounding through his head: he
thought she was upset from the kiss, that he wasn't good enough for her, that
this wasn't what she wanted, that she was pissed 'cause he'd knocked her on her
ass, blah, blah, blah... Well actually come to think of it, she had been a
little...well not pissed but definitely perturbed to find her self in a crumpled
heap at Mulder's toes. At first. Then the poetic irony of it hit and she
couldn't help but laugh out loud. After all they'd been through, it was somehow
fitting that their first sexual contact end in some form of bodily injury.
"Scully, I-" Mulder began and then broke off anxiously. She could tell he was
struggling to find something to say, so she decided to relieve him of the
option. As positively edible as PatheticMulder might look, there was simply no
substitute for SeductiveMulder, especially when all his myriad charms were being
focused solely on her very appreciative self. Seven years was just too damned
long...
Slipping her arms around his shoulders, Scully drew him down to her embrace.
He'd stiffened in panic slightly when she first touched him, but melted like
warm butter as soon as their lips met. Their clinch seemed to last a short
eternity. And infinity later Scully came back to herself to find Mulder draped
deliciously across her. Looking down at her through passion drenched eyes, he
leaned in to her ear and whispered seductively:
"Does this mean you forgive me for knocking you down? Or should I work on my
apology?"
Scully chuckled low in her throat, the sound an enticing purr to his ears.
"Hmm…I don't know G-man, is that the best you can do? Maybe you DO need to
practice..." she said as she took his earlobe in her mouth and nibbled. Mulder
answered her with a groan and a corresponding increase in the heat and mass
pressed down against her. Scully gasp at the growth and had to fight down the
urge to wrap her legs around his waste and beg him to take her right there.
Suddenly she became aware of the public spectacle they were presenting; not only
to the small crowd that had gathered on the park bench across from them but also
to their suspect who sat calmly by the fountain, watching them neck like
teenagers and sipping on the soda he'd gotten at the corner store while they
were 'preoccupied.'
"Um, Mulder," she said as she pushed up lightly on his chest.
"Yeah?" He responded huskily.
"I found Johnson..."
Mulder tossed a quick glance over his shoulder. "Shit...” He said as he buried
his face in her neck. "Well, so much for the element of surprise," he whispered
softly into her ear and she felt her pulse speed up in reply to the brush of his
lips against the slender outer shell.
Moving off of her with a barely stifled groan, Mulder pulled her to her feet
beside him.
"Well, what now?" Mulder asked with a teasing leer. "While our cover's still
good, at this point it might be hazardous to our careers to arrest him given
what he's just seen."
"What do you mean, "what now'?" Scully asked with a seductive smile as she laced
her fingers through his and tugged him toward their car (and incidentally,
toward the motel). "I thought you still had an apology to work on..."
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