From: sclay@connix.com (Sheryl Clay)
Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative
Subject: New Story - HEART (A Mulder/Scully Romance)  PG 13
Date: Mon, 08 May 95 17:18:21 PST


HEART - A Mulder/Scully romance

Although I am of the school that does NOT wish to see a Mulder/Scully
romance on screen, I have just finished reading several *wonderful*
offerings here, (I'm still sticking to my chair,) and couldn't resist
the temptation to offer my own idea.  I'm posting this is two parts
for those who do not care to read the NC 17 conclusion to the romance:

"HEART" Part 1 is PG 13 (adult themes), in which our heroes finally
admit their true feelings for each other, and contains nothing more
sexually graphic than a couple of passionate kisses.

"HEART (Conclusion)" is NC 17, and rather graphically depicts what
happens AFTER our heroes finally admit their true feelings for each
other.  It is posted separately.

Comments, critique and flames are welcome!  Thanks for your time. 

Special Note: It really HAS been three years, X-Files time.  The pilot
episode action was dated March, 1992.  Incredible, isn't it?

The following story is based on characters copyrighted by Ten Thirteen
Productions, lovingly borrowed without permission, and without any
intent to infringe, annoy or otherwise upset.

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HEART  (A Love Story)

	The kiss was an accident, mostly.
	It was late, the day had been long, the case trying.  FBI
Special Agent Dana Scully stood bent over the light table in the
basement office she shared with her partner, Fox Mulder, and squinted
at the slides he had laid out in front of them.  Mulder stood beside
her, pointing, talking, their heads so close together they were almost
touching.  He was leaning so close to her she could smell him; that
acrid, sour-milky maleness that was making all the hair stand up on
the back of her neck.  Making her hands tremble.  Making her want him
so badly she could hardly breath.
	It was not necessarily a new feeling for her when in his close
proximity.  A romantic entanglement with such a close professional
colleague, however, would be messy in the extreme, and was something
Dana Scully chose to avoid, regardless of her personal feelings in the
matter. Over the three years she had worked with him, Scully had
simply learned to control the growing attachment, and desire, she felt
for Fox Mulder. She was too smart to lie to herself.  But she would
acknowledge *only* to herself her devotion to this man who's
commitment to the truth was absolute to the point of grandeur.  This
indefatigable spirit.  And this in spite of the fact that he often
drove her crazy with his bizarre theories and his obssessiveness.
Accepting the fact that, as her partner, Mulder was strictly off
limits, Scully had simply learned to bury her feelings for him in
friendship, and an intense professional loyalty instead.  It was as
good place as any to put them.
	It worked just fine, too, most of the time.  And on those
occasions, like this night, when she was tired and feeling a little
vulnerable, when emotional need and physical desire reared up, she
just grabbed them, like always, and shoved them down hard.  Out of
thought.  Out of awareness.  Almost.  Right up until the moment she
turned her head to say something to him, and there he was, his face
right there, his mouth right next to hers.  Their lips came together
almost of their own accord.
	As kisses go, it was nothing much.  It was soft and lingering,
but tender rather than passionate, like a kiss between children. Then
Mulder's lips parted, parting hers, and his tongue was in her mouth,
exploring it, questioning.  Sweet.  She reached for him, touched his
face.  The room swayed.
	Scully jumped back and they gaped at each other. It would have
been hard to say which of them was the more surprised.  She moved away
quickly, her hands raised before her in defense.
	"Dana..."  Mulder reached out for her.
	"Mulder, we *don't* want to do this," she said breathlessly, a
little panicked, avoiding his grasp.  Mulder nodded.
	"Right."
	"It's late, we're both tired, it's been a very long day.
We're not thinking clearly."
	"Right, you're right."
	She looked at him imploringly.  He gave her a flustered smile,
and dropped his eyes.  Scully turned away, leaned back against the
desk behind her, and crossed her arms across her chest.  She struggled
for control of her galloping emotions: desire, and alarm, and a
whopping dose of embarrassment.  They *definitely* could not do this.
And anyway, Fox Mulder was a man consumed by his work.  Regardless of
his attachment to, and even affection for, her as a colleague and
friend, Mulder had never given her any reason to believe he would
welcome more personal feelings from her.  She doubted the
complications of a love affair with his partner would interest him.
Probably just the opposite; her feelings would most likely drive him
away.  The kiss had just been a reaction to a long and frustrating
day, nothing more.  She looked back at him, slowly, and found him
watching her.  She eyed him warily.  He raised an eyebrow.
	Fox Mulder held out his hand.
	"Come here," he commanded gently, wondering what she would do.
Wondering what he *wanted* her to do. For three years, now, he had
been telling himself she was unattainable, that it would screw up
everything, that he did not want her, anyway.  Despite that full,
pouty mouth that would open ever so slightly while she listened to
him, despite those looks she gave him, sometimes, full of wonder and
trust, that just took his breath away.  It would never work, he knew
that, he would be a fool to even entertain such thoughts.  And he had
been okay with that.  Really.  Until one sweet little accidental kiss
brought three years of carefully constructed defenses tumblin' down.
	Three years of trying not to let her into his heart, knowing
what a mess that could be. Three years of keeping a healthy distance,
for both their sakes. Three years, until she lay there dying in that
Georgetown hospital, and something in him had started to die, too.  It
was then that he knew that without her, his life, his work, even his
search for his sister, were all just hollow excuses for existence.
Without her beside him, there was just no reason to go on.  Walter
Skinner had tried to get him past that, and Mulder would always be
touched by his boss's effort.  But Skinner had not understood.
	Then Scully had fought her way back to him, and Mulder knew
for the first time the meaning of the words "heart's desire."  Not
that he could *ever* tell her any of that.  Not Dana Scully.
Unfortunately, the very things he admired in her most, her
determination, her vigorous adherence to fact and proof, her
tremendous professionalism, prevented him from ever unbending before
her, showing her his true feelings.  Besides, what would she want with
him?  She would probably just laugh at him.  He had done pretty well,
too, until this night when, weary and perplexed by this miserable
case, he had let the barrier slip for a moment, and literally hung his
heart on his lips.
	They could still go back, of course.  It had only been a kiss,
for god's sake.  Nothing done that could not be undone.  He *could*
just give her a brotherly peck on the forehead, and assure her that
nothing had changed, that it was all right, just one of those things.
That they were just tired, like she said.  And let it go.
	Like hell.
	Scully took his hand, and he drew her to him.  Maybe is *was*
just one of those things, but he had to know for sure.  She looked up
at him, eyes questioning.  Slipping his free hand behind her head,
Mulder pulled her mouth to his and kissed her again, fully and deeply.
And Dana Scully met him, kiss for kiss.  When he finally released her,
she slipped her hands under the lapels on his jacket and lay her
forehead against his chest.  He took her by the waist, pulled her
close, and pressed his face into her hair.  It smelled faintly of
strawberries.
	"We're in trouble, aren't we?" Scully queried tentatively.
Mulder nodded.
	"I think so, yeah."
	She exhaled sharply.  "Shit."
	He laughed.
	"Mulder, it's not funny," Scully insisted, laughing anyway.
"This is not good."
	"I know," he agreed.
	"We've been so careful."
	"We have."
	"Damn it, Mulder," Scully breathed.  "We were doing so well."
	"I love you," he said.  It almost sounded like an apology.
She nodded against his shirt and sighed.
	"Yeah.  I love you, too.  For ages," she agreed, her voice
catching a little.  She smiled up at him. "I think I fell in love with
you that first day, when you looked at me with that smart assed
expression on your face and asked me if I believed in the existence of
extraterrestrials.  I didn't know whether to laugh, or slug you."
	Mulder chuckled.  "I was prepared to duck," he agreed.
	"You were horrible," Scully accused, smiling.  Mulder kissed
her forehead.
	"What was I supposed to do?"  he asked her.  She looked at him
curiously, and he smiled.  "You waltzed through that door with your
head high and your eyes blazing, and knocked me right on my ear: Hi,
I'm Dana Scully, I'm here to help you, and if you don't like it, tough
shit."
	Scully laughed, a little chagrined.  "I wasn't really that
bad, was I?"
	"You invaded my domain, challenged my sovereignty, contested
my beliefs, refused to take any of my bullshit...  You were wonderful.
I had no idea what to do with you."
	He brushed her hair back off of her face, and tipped her head
up to look at him.  "I did the only thing I could do.  I fell flat on
my ass in love with you.  I've spent the better part of the last three
years trying to convince myself otherwise, but that doesn't change the
facts."
	Dana actually blushed.
	"I never knew," she said, her voice touched with wonder.  "You
were always so, I don't know."  She shook her head.  "You were very
sweet, sometimes, and I hoped you cared about me, but... you were
always so *professional* toward me.  So correct."
	Mulder made a face at her playfully.  "Me!  Is this Ms.
Government Service Scully speaking?  Agent By-the-Book, herself?"  He
kissed her again, to show he was teasing.  "I was afraid to let you
see it," he admitted.  "Although I don't know whether I was more
afraid that you'd flatten me, or bust a gut laughing."
	She did not answer him, not in words, anyway.  She had to
stand on tip toe to do it, but Dana wrapped her arms around his neck,
and found his mouth with her own.  Fox pressed her back against the
desk and she could feel him, now, urgent against her.  His tongue
filled her mouth, hot and demanding.  His body tensed with desire.
They kissed for a long time, until she felt the fine threads of her
own control snapping.  She broke away breathlessly.
	"Somebody might come in," she said.
	"It's after ten," he replied, his mouth against her forehead.
"Nobody's gonna come in."  Then he released her, and looked down into
her eyes.  He ran his hand lightly over her hair.
	"What do you want to do?"
	She did think about it.  Dana Scully did *not* make decisions
in half-blind passion.  She knew what she wanted.  She met his eyes
boldly, and touched his mouth with a fingertip.
	"Take me home."
	Fox drew a breath slowly, and let it out.  Then he smiled,
very faintly.
	"Get your coat."
	They held hands in the car, but said little.  Dana unlocked
her door without a word, and lead him inside.  He locked the door
behind them and took her into his arms, kissing her softly.  Then he
looked down at her, his eyes full of questions:
	"Are you sure?"
	She understood.  This would change everything, complicate
everything.  After this, there would be no pretending, no going back.
She met the question bravely.
	"I love you, Fox Mulder," she said.  "And I want you."  Her
voice became husky with emotion.  "Make love to me."
	Fox exhaled sharply.  Then he let her go, took her hand, and
they walked together to the bedroom.


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From: sclay@connix.com (Sheryl Clay)
Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative
Subject: HEART (Conclusion)  (NC 17!!)
Date: Mon, 08 May 95 17:23:32 PST

Hi all - as promised: "HEART (Conclusion)".  Warning - this is NC17!!!
Contains consummated, (several times,) relationship graphically
described.  Do not read if you are offended by such descriptions.

This is the *conclusion*, so you have not read HEART (A Mulder/Scully
Romance) (PG13) might want to, as it explains how our heroes wound up
here.

Again, critique, comments and flames are welcome.  Thanks again!

(Special Note: I make an assumption, for plot purposes, that the FBI
would frown heavily on, and actively discourage, intimate
relationships between close colleagues, especially partners.  I have
no idea if such a policy actually exists.)

The following story is based on characters copyrighted by Ten Thirteen
Productions, lovingly borrowed without permission, and without any
intent to infringe, annoy or otherwise upset.  Thanks!

************************************************************************

RECAP from HEART Part I: Mulder and Scully enjoy a close encounter of
the romantic kind - by way of an "accidental" kiss - while working
late on a case one night.  They finally admit the love for each other
that they have been surpressing, and their mutual desire.  They have
returned to Scully's apartment.



HEART (Conclusion)  (NC 17)

	They held hands in the car, but said little.  Dana unlocked
her door without a word, and lead him inside.  Fox locked the door
behind them and took her into his arms, kissing her lightly.  Then he
looked down at her, his eyes full of questions:
	"Are you sure?"
	She understood.  This would change everything, complicate
everything.  After this, there would be no pretending, no going back.
She met the question bravely.
	"I love you, Fox Mulder," she said.  "And I want you."  Her
voice became husky with emotion.  "Make love to me."
	Fox exhaled sharply.  Then he let her go, took her hand, and
they walked together to the bedroom.
	They undressed each other tentatively, at first, until passion
overwhelmed them, until three years of unassuaged, barely acknowledged
longing suddenly took command, wiping out all other considerations.
Holding him away from her, Dana pulled off his tie, and unfastened the
buttons of his shirt.  She kissed the hollow of his throat as she
pushed the shirt open, trailed her lips down his chest.  She heard his
sharp intake of breath.  Then Fox pulled her up, winding his fingers
in her hair, and kissed her hard.  He pushed her suit jacket down her
shoulders, and off; reached behind her and unzipped the dress beneath.
Reaching down, he grasped the hem, and pulled the dress up off her,
dropping it onto the floor.  Her bra was a little satin thing with the
clasp in front.  The plastic snapped apart in his fingers.  He slipped
his hands inside it, pushing it away, and freeing her breasts.
Holding her against him with his arm around her waist, he bent and
took them into his mouth, one at a time, his tongue playing over her
nipples.  She arched back and moaned.
	Fox sought her mouth, again, and thrust his tongue against
hers as he slipped his hand inside her panties and his fingers inside
her warm, moist interior.  He stroked her silky edges, probed her
deeply, felt her gasp against his mouth.  Dana closed her teeth over
his bottom lip, and bit down gently.  Then she reached for his belt
buckle, unhooked the waistband of his slacks and slid both hands
inside, grasping him.  He sucked in a breath.  She pushed the slacks
and boxers off his hips and took him in both her hands.
	"God, I want you," she breathed against his mouth.  She backed
up against the bed, and pulled him down over her.
	Fox knew he was not going to last long; pent desire long
denied destroyed any remnant of control.  He nearly tore what was left
of her clothing off.  Then he kicked himself free of slacks and
shorts, and, parting her legs with his knee, sank down into her.  Her
arms and legs wound around him, and she arched up beneath his weight.
She met him, thrust for thrust, with an unbridled passion he had
always suspected, and never allowed himself to think about.  They came
almost simultaneously, Dana's wild cry triggering his own frenzied
release.  Gasping softly, he fell forward against her, trying, with
limited success, to take his weight on his arms.  He lifted up, and
moved to withdraw.  Her legs tightened around him.
	"Stay," she whispered.  He looked down at her, awash with
sudden tenderness, and kissed her softly.  He started to speak, but
she touched his lips gently and shook her head, then kissed him back
again.
	They stayed like that, kissing, touching lightly, rocking
softly one body against the other, until she felt him stirring inside
her again.  Then, with a smile, Dana shifted her weight and rolled
atop him, straddling him, riding him gently with her legs and hips.
He cupped his hands around her buttocks, following her rhythm with his
body.  He felt her climbing, and held himself back to wait for her,
exulting in the feel of her surrounding him.  He saw her shudder and
arch backward.  Saw her toss her head wildly, her hair a bright
cascade around her face.  He heard her cry out, felt her pulsating
around him, and he let himself go, bursting apart inside her.
	This time, they did separate, collapsing side by side on the
bed.  Fox felt, rather than heard, her soft sob, and reached for her.
	"Oh, baby, don't cry," he begged her.  "Don't cry."  He pulled
her into his arms, and felt her laughing, too.  "Shhh.  Don't cry," he
admonished, again, which was silly, because he was crying now,
himself.  "I love you," her murmured, rocking her gently, through
tears. "God, I love you so much."
	They clung fiercely for a long time.  Then, gradually, they
relaxed in each other's arms, whispering 'I love yous' as if mouthing
some succulent new fruit, kissing like they were sharing the taste.
Fox let his mouth caress her forehead, kissed her eyes, her ear.
	"This is definitely not by the book, Agent Scully," he sighed,
finally.
	Dana giggled.  "I suppose that depends on what books you
read," she replied.
	He leaned up, looked at her in surprise, then grinned.  He
stroked her gently, reveling in the softness of her skin.
	"So, what are we gonna do, now?"  he asked.
	Dana gave it some thought.
	"We could do it again," she suggested helpfully.  Fox just
stared at her a moment, then flopped back against the pillow and burst
out laughing.  He pulled her against his chest.
	"No, we can't," he snickered into her hair.  "Not yet,
anyway..."
	But there was a serious side to loving, for them.  Although
there were no specific *written* regulations against it, anymore, the
Bureau frowned rather heavily on intimate relationships between close
colleagues, especially regular partners.  It used every legitimate
means at it's disposal to discourage such liaisons.  Re-assignment,
for instance, was a classic remedy.
	"This is going to complicate things, isn't it," Dana sighed.
	Fox blew out a breath.  "Oh, god, yeah.  If Skinner finds out
he will blow an artery for sure.  Never mind what the OPC will do to
us."
	"I guess we better not tell them, then."
	He looked at her.
	"That may be difficult."
	"It doesn't have to be," Dana countered seriously. Ever
practical Scully.  "It's not like we're doing anything *officially*
wrong.  Anyway, half the rank and file already think we're sleeping
together."
	Fox looked at her incredulously.  "They do?"
	Dana laughed at him and nodded.
	"How do you know these things!" he demanded.  It was not the
first time she had trotted out this brand of data, and it never ceased
to amaze him. She had a real talent for ferreting out the underbelly
of life.  She just smiled and shrugged.  Then she touched his mouth
with her fingertips.
	"We just have to be careful, that's all.  To keep work
professional, and this," she smiled, "out of the Bureau.  I'm sure, by
now, the higher ups have stopped paying attention to any rumors that
may have drifted up.  We just have to be sure we don't give them a
reason to start paying attention.
	"I've been pretending for three years," she reminded him.
"We'll just have to keep on doing so, that's all."
	He nodded, but she could see he was still unhappy.
	"If the OPC finds out, they'll probably separate us, again,"
she insisted.  "You know that.  The Bureau has eased it's policy on
interoffice relationships a lot in the last ten years, but there are
limits, even if they don't admit to them in the regs.  This is the
great unwritten rule we just broke, you know.  'Thou shalt not
fornicate with thy partner.'  The fact that I love you only makes it
worse in their eyes."
	She stroked his chin.  "If I have to lose you as a partner to
gain you as a lover..."  she smiled at him, "well, I won't say it's
not worth the trade, but I don't want to lose you, or the X-Files,
either.  And I don't think we have to.
	"I love you, Fox."  She said the name firmly, possessively,
and he smiled, but did not correct her.  "I'm not going to give you
up."
	That Scully determination.  He looked at her in admiration,
realizing she was serious, and that they might, in fact, pull this
off, if they were careful.  If they protected each other.  It was a
calculated risk, perhaps, but then, was not everything they did?
After all, it had been the two of them against everyone else for three
years.  This was, really, just one more thing.  He felt a sudden rush
of love for this woman beside him.
	"Anyway," she concluded, "where are you going to find another
partner who will put up with you?"
	Fox laughed.
	"That's true," he agreed.
	He rolled over onto his side beside her, and ran his hand the
length of her body, still wondering at it, seeking the special places,
the secrets that brought those smaller pleasures.  He slipped his
fingers between her legs, and lowered his mouth to her breasts, first
one then the other, teasing her nipples and the small, hard tip under
his thumb until she writhed and gasped with desire.  He trailed his
mouth over her belly, learning the contours of her body with his
tongue.  Then, pressing her legs apart with his hand, he kissed
between them, feeling the heat, tasting them both together, him and
her, in the wetness there.  He put his mouth over her, his tongue
dancing.  Dana gasped, almost weeping with pleasure as he sucked at
the tiny point of her clitoris.  Consciousness blurred.  She hissed
and groaned, her flesh quivering on his thrusting tongue, as he
brought her closer and closer to climax. Then she cried out sharply,
and came with an explosive exhale of breath.
	Fox moved back up beside her, and kissed her cheek.
	"I'll get you for that," she promised, eyes closed, breathing
hard. He laughed in her ear.
	"I'm counting on it." He snuggled down next to her, and
wrapped her in his arms.
	They dozed, but did not sleep.  After a while, Dana stirred
and kissed him again.  They touched, and kissed, and kissed; soft,
wet, languorous kisses.  Dana ran her fingers down his body, wrapping
her hand around his growing erection, stroking him from base to glans.
She felt him, hard and throbbing in her fist, slipped her hand around
his balls and squeezed gently.
	"Oh, god, Dana," Fox moaned softly, closing his eyes.
"Yes..."
	Dana moved her mouth away from his, down his throat, his
chest, his belly.  He tensed, waiting.  Her tongue touched the tip of
his cock, circled him, teased, licked him.  Then she moved around
between his legs, and took him into her mouth.  Her hair fell forward,
brushing his thighs and stomach in rhythm with her. Sensation
overwhelmed him.  He moaned deeply and surrendered himself to the
waves of pleasure washing over him, until he knew that he must come,
and he reached for her to pull her away.  Dana grabbed his hands and
pinned them against the bed.  He came with a hoarse cry, and she
swallowed him whole.
	She let him go, and fell forward, panting hard, her cheek
against his belly.
	Oh, god, his mind repeated, oh, god... and he reached down
again and pulled her up into his arms.  Too stunned to speak, he
kissed her instead.  She leaned up, brushed a few damp strands off his
forehead and looked at him solemnly.
	"Stay here with me tonight?"
	It was not a good idea.  In the first place, it would probably
make them late for work in the morning; he had no fresh clothes, here,
and her car was still at the Bureau.  In the second place, it might be
best if they had a little time to think about what this all meant.
	But he did not want to think, really, and did not care about
good ideas.  He put his hand behind her head and pulled her down for
another kiss. Then he tucked her back into his arms, and told her,
yes, of course he would stay.

	They did not even sleep late.  In fact, they woke before the
alarm.  Dana rolled over to find Fox looking down at her.  She smiled.
	"I was afraid I was going to wake up and find I'd just been
dreaming," she said.
	 The sight of her there beside him, her hair a soft cloud over
his arm and chest, sleepy eyes half lidded in contentment, caught his
heart in his throat, and for a moment he could not speak.  He took a
deep breath.
	"I was afraid you were going to wake up and scream," he
replied.  She laughed huskily, and closed her eyes.  Fox leaned down
and kissed the base of her throat, and she stretched luxuriously.
Then she reached up for him, and drew his mouth to hers.  His body,
rested now, responded.  Dana looked at him mischievously, and slid
beneath him.
	"Wanton," he chuckled.
	"Me!"
	"Woman, you're insatiable," he hissed in her ear as she thrust
up against him.
	"I'm inspired," she corrected, wrapping her legs around his
hips.  He slipped into her gently.  They made love tenderly in the
morning light, softly, coming finally with quiet gasps.  Then they
held each other for a long time, until Fox finally sighed, and
reminded them both that they had a case to attend to.
	"Umm," Dana protested.  But he was not having it.
	"I'll be back to get you in an hour and a half, tops.
Remember what you said last night," he reminded her.
	"I know," she agreed, and rolled away from him.  He relented,
and nuzzled her ear.
	"Care to join me for a shower first?"
	She rolled back over and gave him a stern pout.
	"If I get into that shower with you, we'll *never* get to work
this morning," she told him, and he allowed that this was probably
true.  She shook her head and sat up abruptly, not even noticing when
the sheet fell down around her waist.  She stretched.
	"My god, you're beautiful."
	Dana turned and saw him staring at her, his expression rapt.
She resisted a momentary urge to cover herself, and let him look.
Then she smiled, and leaned over to kiss him.
	"Come on, up," she commanded.
	He made the requisite wisecrack, and she laughed, but he sat
up anyway, and swung his feet onto the floor.
	"Ooooh," Dana said, suddenly, gazing at his back.  She traced
her fingers over the criss-cross of scratch marks that ran from his
shoulders to the base of his spine.
	"You got me, huh?"
	"Umm."  She leaned over and kissed his shoulder, then leaned
down and kissed him softly on the waist.  He inhaled sharply.
	"That is *not* the way to get me out of here," he warned her.
She giggled, but let him go. Fox gazed down at the floor, trying to
locate enough clothes to get him back out to his car without getting
arrested.  He found slacks, shirt, shoes, the rest would have to be
recovered later, and pulled them on.  By the time he was done, Dana
was demurely wrapped in her bathrobe, and she walked with him to the
door.  He kissed her lightly, and almost got out into the hall.  Then
she touched his arm, and looked up into his eyes.
	"I do love you, Fox Mulder," she whispered, as if she was
afraid that he, upon leaving, would forget.
	Fox felt sudden tears threaten, and he pulled her to him,
kissing her hard.  Then he held her off firmly.
	"I'm leaving now," he insisted.
	She smiled through tears, but nodded , "Go," and pushed him
gently out the door.