Date sent:        Sun, 7 Sep 1997 08:55:05 -0400 (EDT)
From:             Foxff@aol.com
Subject:          No Subject

 Mulder/Scully Romance
Rated NC-17 for language and graphic sex, although the first part isn't
graphic.
cat. under Romance
Summary: What happens after Scully's birthday party when Max's plane doesn't
crash.
Spoilers: Tempis Fugit.

Hi all!  This is my first fanfic, so hope you aren't too hard on me.  Still,
I am willing to take criticism/compliments at foxff@aol.com.  

Uh, guess I need the little thingie where I say-All of (both of?) these
characters, as well as the scene in the restaraunt are borrowed from the
master, Chris Carter and his wonderful 1013 company, which make all of our
Sunday's alittl sunnier.  I am in no way getting paid or benefitting from
this story, except as a cathartic shipper experience.  Chris, dammit, if you
aren't gonna get them together, I am! *g*  Also, "It's Your Love," is a Tim
McGraw song, and "My Dark Life" is an Elvis Costello song.  Neither were
borrowed with permission, but without malicious intent.  Hope that works.

Here goes!  Happy reading!


 "The Philter"
(Or what would have happened if Max's plane hadn't crashed or his sister
wasn't so insensitive as to break up a birthday party!)
The italicized part actually happened in the episode.

	Scully checked her reflection in the mirror for what seemed like the
twentieth time in the past five minutes.  "Why are you so nervous?" she
chided her reflection.  "It's just Mulder."
	Mulder.  She'd known him for four years.  They'd been through so much
together.  He had become the other half of her.  Sometimes it bothered her.
 Other times, she wished it bothered her more.
	Tonight was her birthday.  Since her father passed away, holidays,
birthdays, things like that, had been pushed into non-existence.  It was too
painful, even now.  But today was her birthday.  Mulder called and said he
wanted to go to dinner and talk about a case.  That wasn't so unusual.  But
she couldn't help but hope it would be more than work.
	"Stop it!"  She screamed.  "It's just Mulder."  There was a knock at the
door,  and she jumped.  She laughed at her reflection in the mirror.  She was
looking good.  "Who cares?"  she whispered, but she could hear herself
answering, "you do."
	Mulder looked great. She avoided eye contact, because she was afraid she'd
drag him inside and pin him  to the bed and make him admit he wanted her.  So
instead, she said, "You're late."
	"I'm sorry. Traffic."  His brown hair was hanging nonchalantly over his eye.
 She wanted so much to brush it out of his face.  
	"Okay, Mulder. What's this case about?"
	"Scully, can't we just go out and have a nice dinner and talk about work
afterwards?"  She looked up, trying to decide if he was teasing her.  She
could see the laughter in his eyes, and decided he was.
	"Not in my experience."
	"Scully, I'm hurt."
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	She was right.  As soon as dinner was ordered, Mulder started droning on
about a serial killer in Pittsburgh that related to an XFile.  She wasn't
listening.  She was staring at his mouth, wanting to silence his explanation
with a kiss.
	"You're awfully quiet tonight, Scully."
	"Am I?"
	"Is there something wrong?"
	"Would it matter?"
	He looked hurt, and she immediately regretted she had said that.  She'd
always had the skill of disguising her desires with hostility.  She hated
that she did it, but she couldn't help herself.  "Of course it would.  Are
you implying that I don't care about your problems?"
	"Of course, you do, Mulder.  If it interferes with a case or creates one."
	He stared at her silently, making her uncomfortable.  "I don't even know how
to refute that," he finally replied,  "but I'd really love to know where it
came from."
	Her shoulders sagged, and she shook her head back and forth.  "I don't know,
Mulder.  I'm sorry.  I guess..."
	"HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!"
	Scully stopped in mid-sentence.
 	"HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!"
	Two waiters came around the corner, one of whom was carrying a Sno-ball with
a sprinkler in it.   "HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DEAR DANA!"
	"Happy birthday, Dana Katherine Scully," Mulder chimed in earnestly, but
off-key.
	"HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!"  The restaurant burst into applause, including
Mulder, who was a little too enthusiastic.
	"I didn't know it was your birthday, Scully," he smiled.
	"Mulder, you've never remembered my birthday in the four years I've known
you," she said, attempting to blow out the sprinkler, hoping the heat would
be an excuse for the color in her cheeks.
	"That's the way I like to celebrate them.  Every four years.  It's like in
dog years."
	"Dog years?"  she asked. "Thank you."
	"You're welcome. Oh I've got something for you," he said, reaching into his
coat pocket behind him.  He pulled out a small white box with a gold foil
bow.
	"Oh, you've got to be kidding me."
	"It's just something that reminded me of you," he explained, handing it to
her.
	"What?  An alien implant?"  she joked.
	"Two actually," he answered, not missing a beat.  "I had them made into
earrings."
	Scully opened the box and smiled.  How very Mulder, she thought, examining
the Apollo 11 key ring.  Right up there with the football tape.  
	"Read the back," Mulder urged, barely able to contain his excitement.
	She flipped it over and read the back.  "Commemorating Apollo 11 and the
mission to the moon, July 1969."  He was squirming in his chair, he loved
this present so much.  "I'm touched," Scully insisted.  
	"Well, um, I saw it and I knew you were the only one who would appreciate it
as much as me."
	Smiling, she set it back in its box, and slipped it in her coat pocket.
 "Thanks Mulder.  Really. I'm very surprised, to say the least."
	She leaned across the table and kissed the corner of his mouth and cheek.  
	He looked like a little boy receiving praise from his favorite teacher.  She
was so happy at this moment.  Being with him was the only thing that made her
happy these days.  It kept her mind off so many other things....
	"You want a beer?" he asked, motioning for the bartender.
	She felt a smile creep to her lips.  "How about tequila shots?"
	The shock that registered on his face was worth the headache she'd have in
the morning.  She leaned in and took the big chance.  "Let's get that bottle
to go."
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 	As she unlocked her apartment door, she leaned back for a second to feel
his body against hers. She could smell him. She wanted him. He was standing
close, and his breathing was shallow. She felt his lips brush against her
hair. This was the reaction she'd wanted.  Now all the power was hers. She
had him off-guard, not sure if he should expect anything or everything, and
for the first time, she was sure he wanted it all.
	She took off her jacket and threw it across the back of the chair.  Mulder
looked a little uncomfortable.  She liked that.  She wanted to be in charge
of this relationship for once.  "Sit down," she commanded innocently, but in
a tone that offered no options. He stared at her for a second more and then
headed for the couch.  "You want me to take your jacket?"
	He swallowed hard and nodded.  She stood in front of him and looked in his
eyes as she helped him remove his jacket.  He couldn't say a word.  As he
leaned in to kiss her, she turned her head and walked off with this jacket.
 She could see a small smile of humility appear briefly on his face as he sat
down, ran his fingers through his hair, loosened his tie and exhaled loudly.
	She grabbed two shot glasses out of the cupboard, along with the
salt-shaker, a lime and a knife.  She carried everything out to the living
room.  She set it on the coffee table in front of Mulder and asked, "You
wanna listen to some music?"
	"Sure," he nodded, happy to actually have an answer for something.  She
glanced at the items in front of Mulder as she went to her CD changer.  Like
a trained puppy, he jumped, quickly slicing up the lime, opening the bottle
and pouring the shots.  Tim McGraw sang thru the speakers.  Mulder slunk back
against the couch rolling his eyes.
	"You don't like it?"  Scully asked, knowing full well that he was a Rolling
Stones/ Jimi Hendrix man.
	"No, no.  It's great," he lied.  He couldn't keep a straight face.  He sat
up and leaned toward her.  "Scully..." he started, but she put her fingers
over his mouth.  He closed his eyes and pressed his lips against her fingers.
 She could feel her heartbeat quicken. What was happening here?  She liked it
better when she had the power, but she could feel it slipping back to him.
	Composing herself, she asked in a shaky voice, "What should we toast to?"
	 Mulder straightened back up, and lifted his glass.  "To a friendship that
has become more than I could have dreamed it would be," he said quietly.  He
sprinkled the salt on his wrist, licked it, downed the shot, and quickly
sucked the lime.  Scully followed.  She smiled at him, feeling the buzz
already, not convinced it had anything at all to do with the alcohol.
	"Mulder, will you dance with me?"  He smiled gently and took her hand.  His
hand rested softly against the small of her back.   She reached up and put
her hand on the back of his neck, fingering his hair.  The tension was
incredible  Their breathing was audible, even over Tim McGraw:
It's a beautiful thing.  Don't think I can keep it all in.  I just gotta let
you know, what it is that won't let me go.  It's your love.  It just does
something to me.  It sends a shock right thru me.  I can't get enough.  And
if you wonder about the spell I'm under,  oh it's your love.  Better than I
was, more than I am, and all of this happened by taking your hand. And who I
am now is who I wanted to be.   And now that we're together, I'm stronger
than ever.  I'm happy and free. Oh,  it's a beautiful thing.  Don't think I
can keep it all in.  And if you ask me why I've changed, all I gotta do is
say your sweet name....

	She wasn't sure until she pulled back and looked up, but she realized Mulder
was crying.  He laughed self-consciously.  "Wow," he whispered, wiping his
eyes with his hands and walking away from Scully.  "Who woulda guessed that
would have hit so close to home?"
	Scully felt her mouth drop open.  He leaned his head against the wall.  She
walked toward him slowly, but he suddenly slammed his head violently into the
wall, and then grabbing his jacket, he stormed out of the apartment. 
	Attempting a quick rewind in her mind of what could have possible just gone
wrong, she decided instead to go after him.  "Mulder!"  she called after him.
	He was pushing the arrow vigorously, waiting impatiently for the elevator,
checking his watch, as if he suddenly had some pressing appointment.
 "Mulder."  He wouldn't look at her.  She reached up, and touched his face
gently, bringing his eyes down to meet hers.
	"I don't think I can do this, Dana," he whispered.  "Bad things happen to
the people I love.  Always."
	"Mulder.  I've lost my father, my sister, even Queequeg.  I've been
kidnapped, abducted and now I have cancer.  Do you  really think that my
loving you could make things any worse?"
	He looked at her intensely, his face so close to hers, she thought he might
kiss her, finally.  "But if you hadn't been assigned to the XFiles, none of
that would have happened."
	"You don't know that, Mulder.  Okay, maybe not all of it.  But the one thing
I know for certain is, that if I hadn't been assigned to the XFiles I
wouldn't have met you, and that isn't something I'd give up for anything in
this world."  The elevator opened.  They looked at it, and then back at each
other.  "I'm asking you not to go.   Please stay tonight."  His eyes scanned
her face as if he was trying to memorize every detail for a test later on.
 He cupped her face in his hands and leaned down.  Gently, he tasted her
mouth.  She could feel her knees weaken.  God, it was worth the wait.   She
took his hand silently and led him back to her apartment.
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	She stepped in the apartment before him, and as she turned to shut the door,
she heard it slam, and his mouth was over hers before she could even catch
her breath.  His tongue pushed between her lips, and she opened her mouth
invitingly.  "Oh my God," she whispered, and she saw him smile.  Now he was
in charge, and she was suddenly glad.  She had no plan for this part.
	Tim McGraw had been replaced with Elvis Costello:
She says nobody wants to believe you're the same as everyone.  What makes me
unique?  My dark life.  There was a kink in the work, sent that statue
tumbling.  An invitation east so they could watch it all crumbling.  She came
on like a light, and so softly she spoke,  you don't know, you don't know
about my dark life. And you think you're a guest, you're a tourist at best,
 peering into the corners of my dark life...
	He held her hair with his left hand, while quickly unbuttoning her blouse
with his right.  She couldn't breathe, certain she would pass out.  He moved
his mouth from hers to her neck, and she gasped for air.  Her hands were
shaking so badly, she could barely keep them still enough to remove his tie.
 He, on the other hand, seemed effortlessly cool and in control; this turned
her on like nothing else could.  He sensed her nervousness, and put his hands
on hers and looked at her.  He kissed her tenderly and helped her unbutton
his shirt, slowly.  She ran her hands up his chest and pushed the shirt off
his shoulders.  She was afraid to stop touching him, afraid he might
disappear before her eyes.  He smiled as she continued to run her fingers
over his chest, and down his arms.  He kissed her mouth again,  pushing her
blouse gently over her shoulders.  He kissed her shoulder and her neck as he
unhooked the clasp of her bra.  She felt the rush of blood to her face,  as
he leaned over and took her breast in his mouth, running his tongue over the
nipple, biting it gently.   
	"God, you are so beautiful, Dana.  More than I even imagined."  He stepped
back to look at her for a moment, which made her extremely self-conscious.
 Then he smiled.  "Do you have any idea how long I've wanted you?'  She shook
her head.  "Since the night you came to my hotel room, opened your robe and
had me look at mosquito bites."  She laughed, wrapping her arms around his
neck, and stood on her tiptoes to reach him.   As she explored his mouth with
her tongue, she reached down, and felt that he was definitely happy to be
with her. 
	"I've always wanted you, Mulder.  From the very first moment in that little
office when you accused me of being sent to spy on you. You were so damn
cute, I just knew you couldn't be crazy."
	"And then you got to know me, and knew you were wrong, huh?"  She laughed
and kissed him again.  The power was back and they both shared it.  That was
the best way to be.  She removed his belt, and smiled.  
	"Come with me, " she whispered, picking his tie up off the floor.  He
 smiled quizzically, but followed her to the bedroom eagerly, running his
tongue over her ear,  down her neck,  reaching for her breast.  She pushed
him down on the bed.  "Put your arms over your head," she purred.  His eyes
were full of lust.  He wanted to jump on top of her, but he did as
instructed.  She took the tie and secured his left hand to the bedpost, and
then took the belt and secured the right hand.  He groaned as she ran her
tongue down his chest., down his stomach.  She opened her mouth and ran it
over the hard bulge in his pants.  
	"Shit!" he hissed, and she felt it grow even more.  Her fingers quickly
unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down slowly.   
	"I'll be right back," she whispered closely.  He tried to kiss her, but she
pulled away.  
	"Don't leave me like this!" he whined.  "I swear, I'm going to explode if
you don't hurry!"  He heard her giggle thru the bathroom door.  He smiled.
 He loved the sound of her, the taste of her, the smell and feel of her.  He
closed his eyes and tried to bring his heartbeat down.  He knew the
adrenaline was pumping so hard he could easily break away from the bondage.
	The bathroom door reopened, and she smiled mischievously, and displayed a
condom between her forefinger and thumb.  She stood at the foot of the bed
and let her pants fall from around her slim hips and waist.  She slipped her
panties off and Mulder groaned again.   He tried to get loose from his
restraints and was surprised to find he couldn't.  "Dana, untie me."  She
climbed on top of him, moving like a cat.  She ran her tongue from the base
of his throat to his chin. 
	"No," she breathed, barely audibly, in his ear.  "I'm going to fuck you
first.  Then I'll let you go."  Mulder let out a kind of yelp, and Scully
smiled.  "That is, if you are a good boy.  Do you think you can be a good
boy?"
	He laughed and she pushed his head back against the wall with surprising
force and held it there.  "What did you say?"  she whispered.
	He was so turned on, he thought for sure his dick would fall off before the
night was over.  "Yes," he answered.  "I can be good."
	She smiled, "I doubt that."  She slid back down to the foot of the bed and
took the band of his black silk boxers in her mouth.  He closed his  eyes,
trying to breathe, finding it difficult.  Slowly she lowered the boxers  with
her teeth.  She reached under his back with her hands and lowered them over
his hips and ass, running her hands over that beautiful ass she had stared at
for four long years.  A throaty laugh escaped her mouth. 
	"What's so funny?"  Mulder asked, suddenly self-conscious.
	"Nothing, nothing.  I was just thinking about what an incredibly great ass
you have."
	He busted out laughing.  "Thanks, Scully, " he laughed.  "I didn't  think
you even noticed."
	She smiled.  "Oh I noticed."  She dropped his boxers to the floor and
crawled on top of him, ripping the condom packet open with her teeth, and
putting it over his erection.  His eyes were closed again.  She couldn't ever
remember being this wet and eager.  She slid on top of him gently.  He nearly
screamed, and she did.  She rode him, as he struggled to get untied.  He
wanted to touch her.  It was killing him!   Their breathing increased with
her speed.  Finally, she felt him explode inside her, while her insides
melted.  They screamed and moaned, and she fell, exhausted, on top of him.
 Without looking up, she untied his hands.  He pulled her over on to her back
and leaned over her, pressing his mouth urgently against hers.  
	"Dana...."
	" I  know, Fox," she interrupted, placing her fingers over his mouth.  "Me
too."