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TITLE: "Agent Scully Gets Her G-Man"
AUTHOR: Alicia Kamenick
RATING: PG
CLASSIFICATION: SRH
SPOILERS: The cancer stuff.
SUMMARY: Scully works her magic to make Mulder do her bidding.
DISCLAIMER: Fox Mulder, Dana Scully, and the Skin-man do not belong to
me. They belong to Chris Carter and 20th Century Fox. As much as I would
like to own some fictional FBI characters . well, maybe someday. No
copyright infringement is intended, I'm not making one red cent from my
ramblings.
FEEDBACK: Yes, please. spartcus@execpc.com
"AGENT SCULLY GETS HER G-MAN"
Her small hands twirled the heavy paper slowly, letting the edges play
between her sensibly manicured nails. Her blue-gray eyes lifted
nonchalantly towards the man seated not ten feet from her, then back
again, as the kernel of an idea tumbled lazily in her brain, growing,
seeping through the crevices.
The sounds of the late-afternoon boredom trickled through the basement
office. The soft `snick' of a sunflower seed being split delicately by
teeth, the feminine `click' of a finger on a mouse, the thick rasp of the
paper as it flicked over her pale skin.
With a sigh small enough not to attract his attention, she turned her gaze
fully to his still form. Her eyes followed the path of each seed, carried
by his slender fingers to his mouth, where his full lips pursed slightly
as he bit open the shell and extracted the meat, and ooh, this was her
favorite part, as his hand moved to place the empty husk on the pile, the
tip of his tongue darted out to lick the salty remnants from that juicy
lower lip.
The hand paused halfway to the mouth on the next trip, and he raised his
gaze to hers. Caught in her guilty pleasure, she hid her slight
embarrassment and asked, "And how is Miss August looking today?"
The mouse clicked again, and he grinned, the seed taking its place between
his lips. I'd like to be that seed, she thought. Crack me open, suck me
out, lick at what remains.
"Miss August? Scully, I'm hurt. You know our internet access is to be
used for business only." His voice was low, teasing.
She shrugged, the right side of her mouth lifting in a responding grin.
"Hey, you never know. One of those buxom beauties may be an abductee.
Her turn-ons would be cross- pollinization, hybridization, and
colonization."
"And turn-offs?"
"Smoking," she said with a straight face.
His grin became a full-toothed smile, and he laughed, shaking his head.
"You're full of surprises, Agent Scully." He pushed the neat pile of
shells into the wastebasket and brushed off his hands.
"Oh?" she replied innocently. And would it surprise you, Agent Mulder, if
I told you I wanted to see more of you? More of you naked on top of me?
"Yeah." Her mind scrambled to recall what he was responding to. "So.
Got any big plans for the weekend?"
"Mulder, it's only Wednesday."
"Yeah, but Wednesday's hump day. After that, it's practically the
weekend."
She bit her tongue to refrain from telling him that they should
commemorate hump day by doing exactly that. "Right" was all she said.
"So do you?" he prompted.
"Um . do I what?" How dare he interrupt her nice little naked on Mulder's
desk fantasy?
"The weekend? Jeez, Scully, stay with me here."
"Oh." She glanced down, fingering the manila paper once again. "I'm not
sure yet."
"No hot dates lined up?"
Ooh. That's too big an opening to pass up, she thought. Her eyes lifted
to his again. "That depends on you, Mulder." She got up and slowly
walked over to him, pinning him with a wicked gaze. When she stood before
him, paper in hand, she smiled, enjoying the combination of curiosity,
amusement, and sheer panic in his eyes.
"Gee, Scully, I kind of had big plans with the White Sox."
"A whole team, Mulder? I'm impressed."
Her light tone made him relax visibly. He shrugged modestly. "Well .
you know."
She handed him the thick paper. "this was in our huge stack of mail that
someone forgot to pick up."
He grinned apologetically before looking at it. His grin faded. "No."
"Mulder."
"Uh-uh."
"Please?"
"No way, Scully."
"Why not?" She fought to keep the petulant tone out of her voice.
"Need I remind you of what happened at the last one we went to?"
"Mulder, that was three years ago. I'm sure no one even remembers."
"No one except the twenty-odd people that saw it."
"It wasn't that big a deal. You tripped."
He looked at her. "I was pushed."
"Fine." She perched on the edge of his desk and continued to look at him.
He rose to his feet, index finger pointing at her. "No," he said firmly,
crossing to the overflowing file cabinet.
She turned and waited patiently, enjoying the way his dress pants
stretched over his ass as he pretended to hunt for a file.
"You look so handsome in a tuxedo," she offered, not bothering to add how
good that tuxedo would look balled up on her bedroom floor.
He turned to her with what she supposed he thought was a stern look.
"Flattery will get you nowhere."
"Well, damn." She was pleased when his eyebrows shot up in surprise
before he turned away again. "How about bribery?"
"N - O."
She rose and returned to her desk. "You're sure you won't go with me?"
"Positive."
"Hm." She nodded shortly. "That's a damn shame." She paused before
adding, "You'd better make an appointment with your proctologist, then."
He sighed, then turned, taking her bait. "Pray tell, Agent Scully, why
would I be needing a proctologist?"
"I recall Skinner making some sort of threat regarding what would happen
if you were to lose another cell phone." She smiled angelically. "I'd
hate for him to find out what really happened to the one you said was
stolen by the suspect in Alabama."
He started towards her, finger pointed again. "Scully, I swear, that
spider was bigger than a cockroach!"
She stifled a laugh, remembering Mulder's sudden, high-pitched shriek
followed by a painful pounding in her ear.
He stood before her, hands on his hips, a grim expression on his face as
he regarded her. "That's low."
"I know," she said solemnly. "I'm sorry I had to resort to such brutal
tactics." She shook her head slowly. "But what a crime it would be to
ruin such a fine ass."
His initial shock gave way to a cocky grin. "You been checking out my
ass, Scully?"
She only smiled. "Better get that tux cleaned, Mulder." She grabbed her
briefcase and headed for the door. "Oh, and Mulder?" He turned, the
corner of his lower lip caught between his teeth. "Happy hump day."
Thursday morning, the agents sat across from Skinner as he wrapped up
their weekly meeting. "Will I see the two of you at the banquet on
Saturday?" he asked, pulling his glasses from his face and rubbing his
eyes.
"I'll be there, Sir," Scully answered, but Mulder only grimaced.
"Agent Mulder?" Skinner prompted.
Mulder struggled not to roll his eyes, choosing instead to get to his feet
as he practically grumbled, "Yeah."
Scully rose with him. "Oh, Mulder, tell AD Skinner that funny story about
how you had to kill that huge spider with your . "
"Bible!" Mulder quickly blurted. Scully turned away to hide her laughter,
while Skinner looked at him with barely concealed annoyance. "Yeah, my,
uh . " He coughed. "Bible."
When the agents were at the door, Skinner called, "Agent Mulder!" They
turned. "Please keep in mind that this is a formal affair. Try to stay
out of the hotel fountain."
This time Mulder did roll his eyes, and he slammed the door as Scully
hurried away, shoulders shaking with laughter.
It wasn't until late Friday that Mulder stopped grumbling. No more "I
hate these things, Scully" or "I don't see why you can't get somebody else
to go, Scully".
Well, she thought, because it would probably kill you, Mulder.
She knew how much he dreaded these FBI functions. Agonizing hours that
dragged by, filled with moronic jokes and ribbing at the expense of Spooky
Mulder.
But she wanted this to be different. She wanted him to be proud to be
there with her. She knew that even without the threat of Skinner's
ex-Marine boot up his ass, he would have taken her.
Despite his complaints and refusals, she knew that there was nothing he
wouldn't do for her. Sure, he tried to hide it, pretend that he wasn't at
her beck and call, but he could not deny her anything.
And she loved him for it.
And boy, oh boy, did she have plans for him.
When her cancer had gone into remission, she had decided that life was too
short to lie to one's self. So it was time to stop pussyfooting around
the elephant that lurked in the corner of their office, in the backseat of
their rental cars.
She didn't know when she started loving him, but she knew that it was time
to cut the bullshit and go for broke. To hell with the Bureau, to hell
with little green men with toxic green blood. Her life was here, on
Earth, with this man.
So on Saturday evening, when she opened the door to see Mulder,
devastatingly handsome in his tuxedo, she did what she had wanted to do
for years.
She smiled, took his face in her hands, drew his head down to hers, and
kissed him. It was a gentle kiss, full of emotion without really saying
anything at all. When it broke, his lips hovered over hers, moving with
soundless words for a brief moment before he stood straight again.
The look of pleasure mixed with utter shock made her smile. She knew she
had probably erased the snide remark that he had been poised to say.
"Well," he said simply, a huge smile plastered on his face.
She turned to grab her purse from the hall table, then grinned at him.
"Ready."
He opened her door for her, then stopped to look at her, finally taking a
good, long look. She stood calmly, allowing his scrutiny, enjoying the
appreciation on his face. See, Mulder? she thought. I'm a flesh and
blood woman. "Scully . " He raised his eyes to hers. "You look
beautiful."
"Thank you," she demured, sliding into the passenger seat. She felt
beautiful. No longer shockingly thin from her illness, her curves once
again appeared in all the right places, lovingly caressed by the silk of
her dress, her skin had regained its natural pallor, and her copper hair
once again shone, no longer lank and dull.
The dress had been an extravagance, but already she knew it was worth it.
The sky blue beaded silk chiffon cascaded over her body, supported by
slender straps that gave way to a sweetheart neckline that showed just the
right amount of cleavage. Her matching sandals added an extra four inches
to her height, and she loved being able to look at Mulder without breaking
her neck.
Mulder had gotten behind the wheel, and now smiled over at her. "You
should wear your hair up more often." He reached over to brush a finger
over a loose tendril by her ear.
"Thank you," she repeated softly.
They rode in a companiable silence. Scully grew slightly anxious. What
if she had misjudged Mulder? What if her admission was met by an awful
silence? She sighed quietly. Well, whatever happened, she had to tell
him. Then at least he'd know.
Too soon, they were at the hotel, sitting in the dim parking garage. They
shared only smiles and brief touches of guidance as he helped her from the
car and to the elevator.
As the elevator rose, he asked, "Are we late?"
"Fashionably."
"Hm."
Scully's hand shot out and hit the emergency stop button. He looked at
her, surprised. "Too late to back out now, Scully, you got me this far."
She faced him. "I just wanted to thank you for doing this. I know how
much you hate these things. It really means a lot to me." He smiled and
opened his mouth to respond, but she pressed on. "I want everyone to know
that I'm okay. I mean, as far as they all know, I'm still dying of
inoperable brain cancer." She smiled slightly. "These looks of pity I
get when I walk down the halls have to stop. Think of this as my grand
re- entrance." She reached for his hand. "And I can't think of anyone
else I'd rather have by my side."
He smiled, touched by her openness. He opened his mouth to speak again,
but he couldn't think of anything to say that wouldn't make him look like
an idiot. So he just squeezed her hand.
She smiled back and restarted the elevator. As the car continued its rise,
Mulder turned to speak again, lips parting, but she again slammed her hand
onto the red button.
"Mulder, I wanted to tell you that . " She tried to hold his gaze, but he
looked so confused, so curious, so gorgeous, that she closed her eyes and
finished, "That I love you."
Her breath left her lungs in a relieved whoosh. She said it. She was
still alive. The world hadn't ended. She dared to open her eyes. God,
was she really shaking like that? Was he really smiling at her like that?
She smiled shakily. "What were you going to say before I so rudely
interrupted you?"
He reached out a hand to pull her closer. "I was just going to tell you
how much I liked kissing you, and that I'd like to do it again."
She smiled, starting the elevator again. "You have until the elevator
stops." He chuckled and lowered his mouth to hers, sighing into her as
her lips parted beneath his.
When the elevator dinged, they parted. He smiled down at her, touching
the lobe of her ear with his fingertip gently. "Dana," he said softly,
eyes brimming with adoration. "That wasn't nearly enough time."
She smiled brilliantly. "We have all the time in the world, Agent
Mulder."
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