Here we go again…

Title: Slow Dancing in the Snow
Author: Lark
E-mail: theagents1013@yahoo.com
Rating: PG
Category: S,R
Keywords: Mulder/Scully Romance, minor angst...no, not really
Spoilers: How The Ghosts Stole Christmas
Summary: It’s the first snowfall of the season, so of course, naturally, someone’s going to get a visit...
Archiving: I’d be honored, just please ask first!!
Feedback: Feed Me, Baby!!
Disclaimer: These characters all belong to Chris Carter, 1013 Productions and FOX television networks. No, I don’t own them. I wish I did. Also, the song “I Love You” is written and owned by Sarah McLachlin (only a piece of it, folks, this is NOT a SM songfic...I wouldn’t even call it a songfic at all...but they need something to dance to, right?) And the song “I’ll Back You Up” is written and owned by David Matthews, Bama Rags, and Colden Grey Publications. Can you tell I’m a DMB freak yet? Author’s Note: Okay, so this originally was an idea from this song I got to sing last year called “Slow Dancing in the Snow”...it’s very cute, 50’s-type stuff, and that was my original intent for this...so, okay, they don’t slow dance in the snow. But they dance...::wicked grin::...ha ha, no really, look at the rating...no need to fear...it’s all good, clean fun...anyways, enjoy...I’m suffering from writer’s block, but this had to be typed...





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Slow Dancing in the Snow (1/1)
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There was snow falling all around, and as she stared out the window, she realized that it was the first of the season. Everything looked so beautiful, pure, and perfect. Ice coated the bare tree branches and glittered in the moonlight. It was absolutely silent out there as well, and she wished that her less-than-perfect mood could match her feelings about the white world that was all around her. There had once been a time where she thought if she never saw the snow again, she’d die a happy person, but that attitude had changed after the previous Christmas. She shifted restlessly against the wooden window frame, thinking back to Christmas Eve. She had been dragged off, once again to check out a local legend that Mulder had heard about. At first she had been annoyed, and even a little pissed, but somehow, that had all changed. The “ghosts” had somehow set the stage for her and Mulder to only strengthen their trust in one another. They hadn’t spoken much about what had happened, only gazed at each other in shock after all that blood had magically disappeared. They just tried to forget about it all, and neither of them had disclosed what either had been told. Scully imagined that he had heard pretty much the same thing she had, but had never asked. Even after all the confusion, however, something was slowly unfolding between them. She fast-forwarded to when they had been sitting together, exchanging gifts, even after they had agreed not to. The memory made her smile, and she recalled the snow that had been falling on that evening. It had definitely served as a romantic setting, but nothing had happened, physically speaking, that is. But something had clicked that night, and she couldn’t place her finger on it. She continued staring out the window, wondering what Mulder was up to over at his place. Was he watching the snowfall, too? Maybe. She sighed. This wasn’t the sort of thing to watch alone. The thought depressed her, so she left the window, made herself some hot chocolate, grabbed a comforter and curled up on her couch with a book. She needed to place her mind somewhere else, and reading had always been the best way for her to do that.

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The snow was getting thicker, he noted. He was sitting in his car, heater on full blast, while sorting through his conflicting emotions and trying to find the courage to run up the stairs and ring her doorbell. He, too, was remembering that evening last year. He didn’t want to be alone for the first snowfall of the season. He wasn’t a romantic, by any means, but something just didn’t feel right about it. He wanted to be with someone, though not just anyone. It had to be Scully, or it just wouldn’t matter. He sighed, and flipped the radio on, only to find a mournful tune playing on that particular station...


And I forgot...
To tell you
I love you...

And life’s too long
And cold here
Without you

I grieve in my condition
For I cannot find
The words to say
I need you so...


Enough was enough. He flipped the radio off with a determined gesture, zipped up his jacket, and got out of his car. He closed the door and started up the stairs, taking a deep breath as he did so. Visions were dancing before his eyes: the snow whirling around and around, the vague outline of someone waiting for him at her window, and a beckoning light. Had she known? No...he didn’t think so. Maybe she was just watching the snow. The thought of her alone made him want to join her even more and to relieve her loneliness as well as his own. He arrived at the front door of her apartment and hesitated for a split second before he knocked. What if she didn’t want him to be there? Well, that would just be ridiculous…he raised his hand and knocked.

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The soft rap on her door startled her out of her reverie. She had given up on reading a while ago. Nothing was pulling her out of her mood, and there was no escaping it, either, so she had gone back to watching the snow. Her mind was miles away, thinking back to the time she had slow danced with him at the Cher concert, and all the silly things he had said to her in joking. She always wondered about those. Sometimes she fantasized that there had been a hint of truth in those statements, but she always denied herself the pleasure of actually believing that. Now she sighed as she walked to the door and swung it open.

“Mulder! What are you doing here?”

“Surprise...” He grinned sheepishly. “I hate watching the very first snowfall of the season all alone. So, I said to myself, who would I most like to be watching it with? So, here I am.”

“You want to watch it with me?” she asked him, a little dumbstruck at the notion. He nodded. “Why?”

He walked inside and closed the door behind him. Then he turned, reached for her hands, and said, “You’re my best friend. Who else would I want to see it with?”

He pulled her a little closer, wrapped his arm around her shoulders and walked to the window. She was a little disappointed, but at least he was there with her. Her mood lightened a bit at his presence, and having him so close comforted her. They stared outside for a few minutes, leaning into each other, and she sighed with contentment.

A few minutes later, the silence that had seemed companionable became something close to uncomfortable to her as she sensed that he hadn’t really come only to tell her that she was his best friend, and to watch the snow fall. He seemed uneasy-she could feel the tension thrumming through his body, tight as a violin string.

“Hang on...be right back...” She walked over to her stereo and flipped it on. Mulder sighed with relief-he felt that the silence had become almost unbearable, and he was grateful that she had thought of music. The strains of guitar chords and violins came together gently, breaking the silence that had surrounded them. The song was nice, too, and he found himself listening to the lyrics, piecing together what sort of music she listened to.


I remember thinking
I’ll go on forever only knowing
I’ll see you again
But I know
The touch of you is hard to remember
But like that touch I’ve known no other

And for sure we have danced
In the risk of each other
Would you like to dance
Around the world with me


By now, she had come back to stand next to him. He had wrapped his arms around her in a tight hug, feeling right for the first time in a while, and now he bent his head towards her.

He whispered lightly in her ear.

“Dance with me, Scully.”

She smiled slightly, a questioning but accepting light in her eyes, and glided slowly into his arms. He grasped her tightly to him and they began to dance, cheek to cheek, slowly, perfectly matched. She smiled then, thinking that she had only just been remembering the last time they had danced together to “Walking in Memphis” and how they had looked at each other for a few seconds during that one line:


Do you really feel the way I feel?


She knew exactly how she felt, but she couldn’t account for him. She had an idea, though. They just never seemed able to bring it up. The lyrics of the song continued in a pretty melody...


I’ll be falling all about my own thing
And I know you’re the heaviest weight
When your not here that’s hung
Around my head

And your lips burn wild
Thrown from the face of a child
And in your eyes
The seeing of the greatest few
Do what you will always
Walk where you like, your steps
Do as you please, I’ll back you up.


And your lips burn wild...and your lips burn...she wanted to see if that was true more than anything, but she wasn’t about to make the first move. She didn’t have to, for as soon as she had even thought it, his lips were touching hers, finally, completely, and forever. He seemed hesitant at first, trying to feel out her reaction. He didn’t need to worry, though. The pent-up frustrations of the past years came pouring out in an onslaught of passion as their kiss became strong and almost rough, but still somehow tender and beautiful. She couldn’t believe what they were doing all of a sudden, but she forgot all reason as her lips explored his, as she probed his mouth with her tongue. He opened his mouth wider for her, then began to explore his own new territory. They had stopped dancing and now stood still, lost in the moment that neither of them had expected would happen. He raced his hands down her back as her fingers raked through his hair. Drawing her in closer, wanting to taste more and more, he continued kissing her thoroughly as she emitted a low, primal moan into his mouth. He couldn’t believe what he had just heard, and the thought that he was kissing her was making his head spin. His arousal became evident, but instead of shying away, his partner instead pressed herself closer, molding her form into his. It almost undid him right there, but he wanted this to be special. He didn’t want to jump right into bed with her, but something told him that he might not get his way on that one.

“Mulder...” she whispered between kisses, “What are we doing?”

“I don’t know...I don’t know...” He reached around and cupped her head in his palms, drawing her in even closer to him. “All I know is that I love you, Scully...” He bent his head and kissed her again with more passion than before, nipping her lips lightly with his teeth.

She breathed in deeply and kissed him back with passion that exceeded his own. “I love you, too...god, I love you so much...”

His hands were everywhere, all over, running over her breasts and down her back to cup her bottom. It was all she could do to keep her handle on her shaky control for a little longer. He loved her. The bare truth that she felt she should have always known was right there. She wanted him, and didn’t feel ashamed to admit it to herself. But that could wait. For now, she just wanted to enjoy this with him. The last wall had just been sent crashing to the floor by saying those three little words, and it felt right. It felt so right to be in his arms, finally, and hopefully forever.

She loves me...oh god, she loves me...was all he could think. He had never experienced such kissing, and he realized that it was probably because he had never felt this way for anyone, ever in his life. He could kiss this woman forever, and it was all because she loved him back.

They finally walked over to the couch, kissing every few seconds along the way, and sat back. He pulled her close as they leaned back against the sofa cushions, and she rolled so that she could lie across him. Their lips met again and again, arms and legs entwined, and they both smiled in the sheer happiness of finding one another in a new way.

She laid her head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat and slow, rhythmic breathing. “I love you,” she whispered.

“And I love you.”

They finally drifted off to sleep. The snow continued falling thickly during the night, blanketing the whole world in glittering whiteness. When they awoke the next morning, they stood at the window together, staring in awe at the most intriguing sight either had seen in a long time.

“It’s beautiful...” she breathed.

“Scully, I thought you hated snow...”

“Not anymore...” She grinned at him and stood on tiptoe to plant a long, passionate kiss on his lips. They grasped each other’s hands and stood looking outside. It was a long time before they left the spot.





End!


Okay, so maybe it turned out to be a little bit of a songfic...what can I say? I love music.


“The storm’s outside, the fire’s bright, oh and in your eyes, I see what’s on my mind...”

“A friend is always good to have, but a lover’s kiss is better than angels raining down upon me.”


~Dave Matthews Band~ 1