From: Gil Trevizo 

Date: Mon, 17 Jun 1996 00:37:20 -0600 (MDT)

Subject: Repost: Carry Us Away NC-17

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I'm reposting, b/c I don't think this made it to the list. If it did, then I

hide my head in shame for my error. ;)

Somewhere, just out of sight, the unicorns are gathering.

                 xxxxxxx  xxxxxxx

Love conquers all. Amor vincit omnia. El amor lo conquista todo.

    Really, there's not much I can say of this little vignette... it's a

missing scene piece from the pilot ep... really now, didn't we all wonder

what happened in the commercial break after the Infamous Mosquito Bite

Scene that ended with Scully wrapped in a blanket on Mulder's bed? (Oh

damn, I just gave away the ending... ;) Uh, apart from that... romance

warning... if that's what you want to call it... this is NC-17. There's not

really much else to it. They aren't mine, sadly... if they were, this

particular scene would actually have been included in the pilot... as it is,

Mulder and Scully are the property of the Messer With Heads, 1013 and

Fox. Praise accepted, comments considered, flames used for toasting

marshmallows... if you don't have an opinion, email me anyway... talk to

me...

_Introductions_

by Friday pontiac@ozemail. com. au

    Candle in hand, Mulder stared out of the door at his sceptical,

straight-laced partner, standing in the rain dressed in a bathrobe. "Hi?" he

said, not quite sure what to think.

    "Mulder, I need you to take a look at something." She sounded

almost scared, he thought, standing aside for her to come in.

    "What is it?" he asked, closing the door and turning to face her. She

*looked* spooked, pale and worried. She dropped the robe, revealing the

fact that she was wearing nothing but a bra and panties underneath... to

his credit, it didn't take Mulder more than a few seconds to figure out

what was bothering her. He crouched down, examining her lower back.

There were raised marks there, somewhat reminiscent of the marks on the

bodies of the dead teenagers.

    "Well?" she asked, her voice unsteady. "What is it?"

    He didn't answer at first, holding the candle close to examine the

marks. What if--? But no, thank the gods, it wasn't... He felt an

unreasoning surge of relief.

    "Mulder, what is it?" she demanded again, panic rising. His fingers

played softly across the skin of her lower back.

    "Mosquito bites."

    She could hear the relieved smile in his voice as he stood up.

    "Are you sure?" Scully heard her voice shaking, but for once she

didn't care.

    "Yeah." He was close, his face close to her right ear. "I got eaten

up a lot myself out there."

    Caught in a wave of relief, Scully turned and buried her face in her

partner's shoulder. For a moment he just stood there, as if unsure of how

to deal with this, but after a moment he wrapped his free arm around her,

patting her shoulder. Scully was suddenly aware of her position... she had

run into his room in the middle of the night, practically naked and frantic

over a couple of mosquito bites... and he was so very close. She could

feel his warmth soaking into her. Close, so close. His proximity was fast

becoming a distraction. When they moved apart a moment later, Mulder

helping her pull the robe back up around her shoulders, Scully's relief was

more than replaced by a profound unsettlement at the effect her new

partner was having on her.

    "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice low and rough.

     She forced herself to regulate her

breathing and look at him in the faint light of the candle he still held. Big

mistake. As their eyes met, it suddenly became very apparent that she was

not the only one having difficulty keeping her mind on business. His eyes

were wide and dark, pinning hers, full of a deep fiery glow. Almost

unnoticed he put the candle down on the nearby table and turned on the

seat to face her.

    "I-- I'm sorry, Mulder," she said, making an effort to return to the

professional Special Agent Dana Scully she had always prided herself on

being.

    "No, it's okay," he said, his voice even lower, if possible, and

rougher. It grazed her nerve endings, set something deep within her on

fire. "You're new at this... I shouldn't have tried to scare you off."

    "Were you trying to scare me off?"

    He smiled slightly, sensuously, in the faint light. "Maybe I was... I

shouldn't have. I'm sorry."

    "Have I made that much of an impact, Agent Mulder?"

    "You could say that," he replied, eyes flicking up and down her

slight, robed form with an unsettling intimacy. Scully was suddenly very

aware of her lack of substantial clothing.

    "Really..." she breathed, leaning forward. He was *very* close

now, a few more inches...

    "Oh, yes," he murmured, staring into her eyes. "Oh, yes."

    Their lips met, grazing together softly at first, but then harder,

pulling apart and returning again and again, his hand moving upwards to

stroke her jawline, hers burrowing in his hair, drawing him closer, kissing

him harder as his other hand slid upwards, resting on her robed hip, her

waist... This was crazy, totally insane, she told herself, remembering with

difficulty how she had tried to ignore her physical attraction to him... but

it was more than that, more than just physical... although right at that

moment the physical was *very* compelling as his hand slid across to cup

her breast through the robe, his other hand pushing through her hair,

drawing her to him as if he was trying to meld them into one, their kiss

deepening as tongues duelled, exploring each other's lips, mouths... but it

felt so *right*. She couldn't remember anything in her whole life that had

felt as right as this did. His mouth slid away from hers, she lunged for

those full, sensuous lips again but they were already working their magic

down her jawline, soft kisses placed in the hollow beneath her ear,

working their way down the sensitive skin of her neck, down to the hollow

of her throat... her head was arching back of its own accord, the

exquisitely light pressure of his lips on her skin, his breath warm against

her throat, driving all rational thought from her mind.

    She moaned softly, involuntarily, one hand sliding down his back,

caressing the ridges of muscle, tracing his form possessively, ecstatically,

drawing him against her. His mouth was working its way down yet

further, down the loose neckline of her robe, pushing the towelled fabric

aside as he placed soft kisses on the curve of her breast, his hand coming

up to pull the silk bra out of the way.

    "Oh, god," she moaned as he took the nipple in his mouth, running

his tongue across the hard, textured surface. "Oh, Mulder..." Her hands

worked urgently at his waistband, fumbling the sweat pants aside and

sliding down, seeking his hard, hot erection. She stroked the length of

him, moaning again as he pulled away from her nipple, turning his

attention to the other side. Her free hand came up to grasp the back of his

head, pressing him against her as she arched to meet him.

    He withdrew, leaning back to meet her eyes in the faint light.

"Come with me," he whispered in a rough voice, full of heated desire.

    "I want you," she whispered, leaning forward to kiss him again.

    "Not here," he managed, drawing back from her insistent kisses long

enough to form the words. "The bed."

    She blinked, nodded, squeezing him and withdrawing her hand.

They stumbled the few feet across the motel room to the bed, holding each

other up while attempting to rid themselves of as much clothing as

possible, Scully letting her robe fall to the floor, tugging at the waistband

of Mulder's sweats, pulling them out of the way as they fell across the bed

together, his lean, hard body pressing hers to the blankets. He paused long

enough to let her pull his pants all the way off before leaning back down,

giving in to her urgent kisses. His hands slid up the sensitive skin of her

waist, moving back down again and taking the thin fabric of her panties

with them as his mouth pressed against hers insistently, seeking entry.

    She pulled back enough to meet his gaze, smiling slightly, alluringly.

"Mulder."

    "You're so beautiful," he murmured. "So beautiful..."

    "Ssh..." she murmured, pressing a finger to his lips, sliding it down

gently, teasingly, twining her fingers into his hair and pulling his head

down to meet her in a deep, hard kiss that seemed to last forever even as

his hand slid down, brushing against her soft curls, moving down to her

warm folds, finding her already damp and more than ready as he slipped a

finger inside, plunging her warm depths as she arched against him.

    "Now," she whispered. "Mulder, now, oh god, Mulder..." she

moved beneath him, pressing upwards against his erection, feeling him hot

and hard against her. He withdrew his fingers, letting them trail across her

hard clitoris so that she shuddered and moaned his name again, softly, her

voice almost a whimper.

    Scully gasped as he entered her, hot and full and insistent, pressing

deeply into her as she arched beneath him, inviting him deeper. He moved

slowly at first, wanting to make it last, but her soft moans and the insistent

pressure of her hands on his shoulders, his back, his buttocks, pulling him

into her, urged him to move faster, the two of them rocking together with

ever-increasing urgency, mouths pressing feverishly together as they

soared towards release. Mulder moved downward, kissing and nipping at

the soft skin of her neck, hand caressing her hardened nipple. She writhed

beneath him, hands finding their way once again into his hair, pressing

him against her as she moaned his name aloud, convulsing beneath him as

wave upon wave of ecstasy rushed through her, sending her spinning over

the edge and pulling him with her into oblivion... Mulder tightened his

arms around his partner, holding her slight form against him. She kissed

his chest drowsily, and he leaned down for a long, lingering kiss.

    "What did we just do?" he asked wonderingly. They lay together on

the motel bed, on their sides, the cool air raising goosebumps on exposed

skin but neither of them willing to break the embrace. She smiled into the

darkness. "You don't know?" He smiled back, burying his face in her hair

and breathing in her fragrance. "You know what I mean."

    "I know." Her voice was quiet, grave. "But I also know that nothing

in my life ever felt so right." She felt him shift slightly against her. "Fox

Mulder." Her voice was soft but commanding. "Look at me." He drew

back enough to meet her gaze. "You and I are mature adults. We are

responsible for our own actions. I chose to make love with you. If that's

not what you want, we can wrap up this case, go back to DC and I'll ask

to be reassigned. We can forget this ever happened and go on with our

lives."

    She couldn't see his face, but she knew he was frowning. The idea

held little appeal for her... all of a sudden, it was difficult to envision her

life without him in it. She didn't *want* to leave him now... but it was up

to him. "Well?" she asked quietly.

    He pulled her back against him. "No. I-- That's not what I want. But

what else is there?" She smiled slightly into the darkness.

    "We go on. We're federal agents... we can keep a secret if we try.

Even this one. If that's what we really want."

    "I really want." His voice was rough with warmth and emotion. "I

love you, Fox Mulder."

    "I love you, Dana Scully."

    Scully nodded contentedly, shivering slightly in the cool air.

    "Are you cold?" His voice was rich with concern.

    "A little," she admitted. "There was a spare blanket in the

bathroom..." she felt his warmth recede as he withdrew, groping around

in the semi-darkness for his sweat pants.

    Without warning something soft fell across Scully- picking it up she

recognized by feel the towelled fabric of her robe. Feeling the chill in the

air now that he had moved away, she pulled it around herself, running a

hand through her hair to sweep it out of her face. Mulder was coming

back from the bathroom, fully dressed, a blanket in hand. She stood up,

letting him wrap the prickly woollen blanket around her, smiling up at him

with intimate warmth as his hands trailed across her body. Wrapped in the

blanket, Scully lay across the narrow bed, Mulder sitting on the floor, his

head resting against the bedspread, tilted back to face her. 

    "I was twelve when my sister disappeared-- she was eight..."

_end_