'Do you know where you are FBI?
You're in my house now,
I have control here- in my house.'
"I don't like the sound of that Scully." I
looked around scouring the place for any
sign of a bomb. A bomb... a bomb...
"Mulder?" I looked back seeing the beautiful
halo of Scully's hair fall back down her
shoulders, she was looking up. Dammit.
"Look at that" she pointed.
Above our heads was an intricate weave of
wires and tubes, it was the largest bomb
I'd ever seen. (A real work of art Wallace.)
There was no time... no time; the counter
read 32 seconds remaining and counting down
fast.
"Run Scully- get outta here!"
I could hear her heels, my breathing and
the throb in my brain as I chanted 'no
time, no time.'
She slammed through the warehouse doors,
shoulder first but never flinched. I followed
her into the night air. The car was too far.
The shed was too close.
"Where?" She was a lost as I. 'Dammit Scully
where do we go?'
"Just run Scully."
There was a moment where I glanced down at
my watch, everything seemed suspended.
That's when I realized we were down to our
last second.
"DOWN!"
I dove and took Scully down with me, landing
in the dirt, scraping us along the earth.
The explosion was unreal. Like a sonic boom,
the fire and debris superceded the sound.
Scully twisted beneath me in slow motion,
throwing her arms around my neck- doing her
best to shelter us from the fall-out.
A huge piece of metal siding crashed not two
feet from our heads and rolled into the gully
just out of our reach. Other things were
flying and smoking and blazing through the
air and falling in a downpour of danger all
around us. I can't tell if my hearing was
shot from the bomb or if I was so hyper-sensitive
to life, but all I could hear was Scully's
ragged breathing and all I could see were her
lips- just millimeters form mine. As the dust
settled, the noise from the outside world
began to filter through. A siren in the far
off distance, the sounds of a raging fire.
I focused again, looking at Scully.
"Are you hurt?" I rolled off her scrambling
to check her for any cuts or punctures.
"I'm ok Mulder... I'm fine" She pushed
herself back and grabbed my head, pulling
it down in her lap. I felt her fingertips
brush over the nape of my neck and she let
out a huge sigh. "You have a cut, it doesn't
look bad though." When her hands dropped
into her lap, I noticed a bloody streak
over her fingers.
"You're not fine, you're cut."
"Something hit me there, but it missed
cutting your head off." She smiled, lopsided.
I took her hands in mine and tugged her closer,
she was trembling and so was I. Our shaking
was uncontrollable; the shock was setting in.
Through it all, I still gravitated to her mouth
for stability, her mouth kept me in line, kept
me aware.
"Scully..." I whispered, too close to her
scratched face, that beautiful face. I
touched her cheek then clasped her face
in my hands. I barely knew what was happening
before I realized our lips were brushing
together. I never thought that this would
feel so wonderful. Her mouth was slightly
open and as our lips married, so did everything
around us. I could no longer hear the coming
pumper truck; the crisp sound of fire was
replaced by the rushing hum of the blood in
my veins. I pulled back a little, watching
in rapt fascination how her lips glistened.
She let out a puff of air against my face
and I had to have more.
Our mouths sealed again, this time expressing
the urgency that seven years of unrealized
attraction had built up. As if hearing her
thoughts, Scully's voice filled my head
with words like 'safe' and 'mine' and 'more'.
I was undone.
We were tangled in an embrace when the loud
crunching of breaks broke the spell. She
whispered in my ear before letting me help
her to her feet.
"Are you ok?"
I hoisted her up, pulling her to me,
feeling her body against mine for one
more brief moment.
"We're fine... Scully, just fine." The
truth was, I could care less about the
fire, could give a damn about the report
we'd have to drum up to explain why we
didn't prevent a warehouse from blowing
sky high. I had tasted Scully's lips and
would live on that until I broke down
for more.
*~*~*
Later we sat in the police car, after the
paramedics did their cursory check. Scully
had a patch on her forehead and one stitch
on the back of her hand where she'd protected
me from the debris. The trembling had subsided
but I could still feel the echo of her mouth,
her lips and the electricity they elicited.
I looked around, watching firemen busy with
clean up and police officers talking on cell
phones- no one seemed to remember we were
there. I inched a little closer to my
partner.
My arm slipped across the back of the seat,
grazing her shoulder and she scooted up a
little further, leaving little space between
us. Her eyes sparkled, despite our close
call and the smile that pulled at her lips
was tiny but magnetic. I found myself
leaning in to another kiss.
"Again..." she whispered and I complied.
Our mouths found an instant rhythm and I
could taste the sweetness of her tongue
this time. It brushed along my lower lip
and I shuddered. I opened to her, swirled
into her, feeling the roof of her mouth.
Her breathing was even and deep mine was
ragged.
"Scuhlleee..." So much more, I wanted so
much more.
"I know, I know," she hushed. Her fingers
traced over my face and swept across my lips-
still moist from her. I tasted her finger
briefly, reveling in her closed eyes and
heavy sigh. "Later."
"I promise."
"I promise... so much more..."
*~*~*~*~*
FIN
*~*~*~*~*
Someone asked me to do a first kiss tale
where the smooch was brought about by an
explosion, in a warehouse, in a car... I
hope they enjoy it . The title was
drawn from a great Bryan Ferry song by
the same name... Gotta love Bryan.
edback me... and feel free to
extend another challenge!
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