<![CDATA[Date sent: Tue, 16 Sep 1997 17:16:20 +1000
From: Red Wolf <redwolf@triode.net.au>
Subject: Liberation 1/1 by Moonbeam
I did not write this. Please forward all feedback to the
author, Moonbeam at <schell@agt.net> Thanks, Red Wolf.
=:> =:> =:> =:> =:> =:> =:> =:> =:> =:> =:> =:> =:> =:> =:> =:>
Title: Liberation 1/1
Author: Moonbeam <schell@agt.net>
Archive: All over, please. With my name, addy, and intro
included.
Rating: NC-17
Classification: MSR, wee bit of Angst.
Warning: Consensual loving sex between *fictional* characters
ensues.
Summary: Freedom from the dark is met in the arms of light.
Disclaimer: Still not mine. Damn. But, I'm trying!
Liberation
By Moonbeam
The winds raged just beyond the confines of the hotel room's
walls, just as the fury within raged just beyond the confines
of one lone man's struggling spirit. Behind his tightly
clamped eyelids, the battle hit full swing. His tired and
tattered mind fought against the black wisps of the horrific
nightmare gripping him in his slumber, even while his body
grappled with unseen forces to free itself. However, no matter
how hard he strove against the demons, the pain would not leave
him. Flashes of a young girl crying out his name in a
desperate plea for help, a bright blinding light that paralyzed
his muscles, waling sounds instilling terror in a small boy as
he watched the only one who'd ever loved him be ripped from his
life cut through his defenses.
He felt the heart-wrenching guilt swell up again, blaming
himself for his failures. Feeling the will to resist the
darkness of his own making slipping away. Hearing a voice from
the emptiness imploring him to let go and follow it, and
finding he no longer had the strength not to. But as he
started to give into the darkness, he felt a warm presence
envelop him, adding its strength to his. The darkness shrank
back away from the growing source of light, freeing him from
falling further into the abyss. He suddenly found his soul
being drawn ever closer to that bright, warm point filling his
very essence with peace, until he was close enough to
wakefulness to hear another voice calling to him. This time
though, he was more than willing to follow the gentle sound to
it's owner.
Never quite reaching full alertness, and never needing to, he
drifted into a deep, dreamless sleep. Confident that the evil
of his mind could not reach him while he was protected in the
arms of his savior, he finally slept.
~*~*~*~
A bright gleam was shinning on his face, pushing past the
barrier of his closed eyes to draw him from the serenity of
slumber. A splash of momentary panic rippled through him as
the last vestiges of his latest nightmare crept into his
muddled mind. It had been a bad one, one of the worst ones
yet, though still with the same old theme. He sighed. And was
surprised to be met by an answering sigh. It was then that he
became aware of the small warm body laying half on top of him,
bright red hair pillowed on his chest.
He froze in a moment of uncertainty, until she shifted to mold
herself more comfortably against him. Still weak from his
nightmare -- or so he told himself -- he gave into temptation
and wrapped his heavy arms around her, holding her more
securely against his side. She murmured her contentment as she
snuggled deeper into his skin. He, in turn, bent his head to
lay a gentle kiss at the crown of fiery mane before burying his
face into the silken strands and inhaling deeply.
Wrapped around his beautiful partner, Mulder once again drifted
away into a soft, peaceful sleep filled with dreams of her.
~*~*~*~
Scully stirred as she awoke to the sounds of someone's soft
deep breathing. Still trying to remember how she ended up in a
bed with a man spooned around her, she tilted her head up to
look into his face, and found herself staring into two of the
most beautiful hazel eyes. A slow smile settled across her
face as recognition set in, causing an answer smile from the
man beneath her.
"Morning, Scully. Sleep well?"
She rested her head back down and nodded against his chest.
"Good, because it's time to get up if we're ever going to catch
our flight back to DC."
He chuckled as she suddenly flew from him, a look of shock on
her face.
"Oh my God, Mulder! What time is it?"
His eyes brightened with laughter as he watched her scurrying
around the room, trying to pack as much as she could in as
little time as possible. When she passed by the bed on her way
to the bathroom, he reached out and caught her by the waist.
"Relax, Scully. We still have an hour. And personally
speaking, I need a shower." He plucked off his rumpled shirt
as he headed towards the bathroom. At the door, he turned to
her with a mischievous gleam in his expressive hazel eyes, and
dropping his voice to a husky low, tossed her a suggestive
comment inviting her to join him. He wasn't quite fast enough
closing the door and was consequently hit in the back by the
pillow she'd thrown at him with startling accuracy. He
finished closing the door to the sound of her lilting laughter.
~*~*~*~
While Mulder was in the shower preparing for a new day, Scully
moved about the room gathering their few possessions. She
packed her own small suitcase on the other bed even as she
began to dig out today's clothing choice. They had had to
share a room since the small town of their last case's one
motel was already full due to the oncoming hunting season.
Luckily, it had two twin beds, though they had only ended up
using the one. She smiled when she remembered the manager's
words to Mulder from last night, "You can move the beds
together so you and your lady friend will be more comfortable."
The scraggly old man had then winked at Mulder and leered
greedily at her. At the time she'd wanted to tell the SOB just
exactly who and what he could screw because she was tired and
cranky, but Mulder had just taken the key and turned towards
the elevator, seemingly oblivious to the manager's words. It
wasn't until they were in the elevator that she finally
realized he was trying so hard not to laugh that the vein in
his neck was throbbing. "Did you see the way he was looking at
you, Scully? I thought his eyes were gonna pop out of his
skull!" She'd relaxed and smiled, her mood lightening in the
presence of her partner's irrepressible humor.
She turned from her thoughts at the sound of the bathroom door
opening, and then lost all means of thought -- much less speech
-- at the sight that was presented before her. There, outlined
by the light from the bathroom, was a naked Fox Mulder wrapped
in only a small towel. She felt her body temperature rise and
her insides turn into liquid fire, feeling a long-hidden sense
of desire resurface in light of the new enticement. Only by
sheer force of will did she manage to reassert her control,
falling back into the relative safety of her cool
professionalism to escape the heat of an aroused woman.
"All yours, Scully. I even left you some hot water."
Rather than chance revealing herself by speaking, Scully had
merely nodded, grabbed her change of clothes and went inside
the tiny room. Once behind the closed door, she leaned up
against it, trying to draw strength from the very wood itself.
She was shaken by her reaction to him. She'd always known she
was attracted to him, what woman wasn't? But the power he held
over her frightened her more than anything. Control was her
most valued asset, she depended on it to survive the daily
rigors of being a woman in a man's world. It's what had earned
her the nickname of "Ice Queen" at Quantico. This ability to
remain calm and collected even in the face of danger served her
well, she needed it. But here she was, reduced to a mere
puddle by just the sight of her partner unclothed. She
couldn't understand why she'd reacted so strongly? She had
seen him naked before, sure he had always been sick or injured,
but he had still been damn sexy. She had managed to maintain
her professionalism then, so why had she melted just now?
Back in the main room, Mulder was smiling to himself as he
packed. He had not missed the look in her eyes when she'd seen
him come out of the bathroom. It was useful information,
indeed.
~*~*~*~
Somehow, despite all laws of rationality, they made their plane
in time. Seated in the tiny seats of the plane obviously
designed only for abnormally short people, Mulder shifted and
stretched his long legs out into the aisle. A young girl in
the seat across from him smiled and did the same. He smiled
back over at her, then turned his attention to his partner.
Scully had not said more than two words to him since the
bathroom incident, and though he had pretended he had not
noticed anything unusual, her continued silence had him
worried. He knew she'd looked a little scared when she had
come out after her shower, but he figured it was more
embarrassment and fear at what he would do. Up until that
point he had not decided on a course of action for dealing with
this new development, but seeing her he had decided discretion
was the safest course of action. Scully had originally
appeared relieved when he acted as though nothing were out of
the ordinary, but now she seemed withdrawn. He had been hoping
that after the caring she'd shown by comforting and holding him
after his nightmare, that maybe they could become closer, more
intimate. His relationship to her was already the strongest
and deepest he'd ever had. She knew him more intimately than
anyone, and he her. He trusted her completely, an emotion that
for him is stronger than love. That's not to say that he
doesn't love her too, of course he does. It just goes beyond
sexual, it's everything. He's not whole without her. Hell, he
still shudders when he thinks of the time she had been missing.
After watching her for a bit, studying the lines of her face,
the blue of her eyes, the glitter of her hair, he had settled
back into his seat to wait out the long flight. Resolving that
he would talk to her about his feelings when they got back
home.
After he had finally fallen asleep, Scully released the breath
she hadn't realized she'd been holding. His mere proximity
intoxicating to her rattled senses. What the hell was wrong
with her?
~*~*~*~
"Thanks for the ride home, Mulder. I'll see you tomorrow."
With that, she turned and fled to the sanctuary of her
apartment. Not even waiting long enough for Mulder to say
goodbye.
He looked on startled, and slightly disappointed, before
starting his car and heading back to his own dark, dank
apartment. Maybe if he gave her some time he'd be able to tell
her.
Hidden inside her apartment, Dana Scully berated herself for
her foolish actions. He was really going to think something
was up now after she had practically run from him. But, she
was worried enough for the both of them. During the plane ride
back to DC, Scully had tried to analyze her reactions and
feelings for Mulder from a rational and objective point of
view. What she had discovered had unnerved her more than she
thought it would.
Yes, she was attracted to him. Yes, she loved him. She knew
this, she accepted this. But what she had learned from her
soul-searching was that she wanted to be with him. Only him.
Forever. Looking back on her life, she realized she had not
been attracted to another man in years, let alone had a date.
Mulder was now the one and only man in her life, and she liked
it that way. But, now she was worried because she didn't think
he felt the same way. He hadn't noticed her reaction to him
earlier that morning. In fact, he's never shown any interest
in her as anything other than a surrogate sister. She knew she
wasn't his type, the complete opposite more like it. And she
wasn't willing to jeopardize her friendship or partnership with
him by declaring her feelings and then finding out they are not
shared.
Eventually she ended up curled up on her with a warm mug of tea
and a soft blanket wrapped around her. Trying without success
to get her mind off of Fox Mulder, and back onto the movie she
was supposed to be watching.
~*~*~*~
She snapped awake some time later at the sound of knocking on
her door. The movie had long since ended without her seeing a
minute of it and the TV now blared blue snow at her. Standing
up, she put her cold untouched tea down, shut off the
television, a went to the door. Up on tip toe, she peeked
through the peephole to see none other than the man who had
been haunting her dreams only moments before. Dreams which
suddenly decided to assault her with their remembered passion.
Blinking her eyes to clear her mind, she stepped back and faced
the inevitable.
~*~*~*~
Mulder had decided that he'd given her enough time to relax, or
more precisely, he'd decided he'd spent enough time without
her. Not sure what he planned, he had come here. If for no
other reason than to see her, hear her voice. But upon
entering her apartment, it had been he who had been taken by
surprise.
Mulder had no more than taken a step inside and closed the door
behind him, when he suddenly found himself pinned against it as
his flame-haired partner kissed him passionately. He had
hesitated only slightly before giving in and responding with
all his own passion, letting all thought of worry vacate his
mind.
The sensation of her body brushing across his, her mouth -- hot
and hungry -- devouring his, it was all consuming. He focused
every fibre of his being on her, feeling himself come alive at
her touch. His hands came up from their prone position against
the door to hold her face as he deepened the kiss. Sliding his
tongue between her soft lips to taste her, feel her. Her hands
had already been busy running over every inch of his body she
could reach, now they were working diligently to get under his
shirt and touch his bare skin, pulling so hard it nearly
ripped.
Mulder broke the kiss to catch his breath and chuckled at her
efforts. Calmly stepping back from her, he removed his own
shirt, smiling down at her as she ran her hands down his chest,
memorizing his physique by touch alone. He caught her hands
before they could head any further south.
"Scully, are you sure?"
She froze, fear gripping her as hundreds of scenarios ran
through her, each one more dreadful than the last. What if he
wasn't attracted to me? What if he left me? What if...? But
as she looked up into his eyes and saw only a deep love and
truthful concern, her heart soared with relief and gratitude
and she pulled his head down into a sweet, sensual kiss.
"I'm sure. I want you, Mulder. I want you so bad I couldn't
think straight ever since seeing you this morning. So just
shut up and make love to me."
His heart and conscience satisfied, he smiled at her before
bending down and sweeping her up in his arms. Holding her
close to his heart, he weeded his way to her bedroom. All the
while fighting to maintain his control as she nipped and licked
at every inch of skin she could reach, running her hands
anywhere her mouth couldn't get to. It was maddening,
excruciatingly sweet torture.
By the time he laid her down on the bed he was already harder
than he'd ever been in his entire life. He marvelled at the
affect this magnificent woman had on him, knowing it could
never possibly be this magical with any other woman, and
finding no wish to test that theory.
Together, working as one, they managed to dispense with the
rest of the constricting clothing in record time, finding the
fires of their mutual desire burning out of control with every
second wasted. Together, naked skin against skin, they
explored each other. Mulder ran his hands down the side of her
face, stopping to run his thumb over her full luscious lower
lip. Only to temporarily lose his train of thought as she sucked
it in and swirled her tongue around just the tip. Teasing
his finger with the sweet perfect heat of her mouth. Quickly
retrieving his thumb before things got out of hand, he
continued to trace his way across her jaw, down her smooth
throat, and down into the valley between her breasts. Her
breath caught in her throat and was released as a low growl as
he drew small circles around her breasts. Gradually getting
closer to point she wanted him to touch more than anything, and
driving her crazy by not doing it. His mouth came down to meet
hers in a searing kiss at the very moment that he closed his
thumb and finger over one impossibly tight nipple and squeezed.
The over-riding power of the combined sensations of his hand
teasing and tongue imitating the ritual to come very soon had
her already quivering with primal need.
In a split-second burst of strength, Scully pushed on Mulder's
shoulders and managed to flip him so that she was on top of
him. She straddle his thighs, feeling his throbbing need
against her as she settled herself directly over top of him.
They both cried out in contentment at the feeling her pressed
against him, him against her, even as she began to torture them
both by rubbing her moist center along the length of him.
She bent her head to run mouth along his lean, muscled chest,
glorying in the sounds he made as she treated him to the same
exquisite pain he showed her. Completely involved in her task,
she didn't notice his hand slipping down between there bodies
until she felt his thumb brush across her clitoris. Moaning in
the back of her throat, she almost came right then when he
slipped first one then two long elegant fingers inside her
heated flesh. She opened herself to him, spreading her legs as
far as they could go, craving the deeper contact. Scully lost
track of what she had been doing to Mulder, finding it hard
enough to concentrate on anything but his hand pumping into
her. Raw animal passion taking over, she ground her hips into
him viciously. In response, he removed his fingers, eliciting
a grumble from her that was quickly silenced with his mouth
clashed down on hers in a hot, fiery, bruising kiss. A kiss
that broke off into a strangled cry of pleasure-pain as Mulder
moved and imbedded himself deep within her core.
The incredible feeling of his hardness sheathed by her soft
velvet filled them both with a momentary wave of completeness,
one which quickly transformed into ecstasy when they started
moving together as one. As with everything else in their
relationship, this union was accomplished in total synchrony.
Leading them together to the point of completion, when all the
secrets of the Universe are revealed in keening cries and
earth-shattering pleasure.
Bodies, minds, and souls linked in a twining bond, the partners
flew on the wings of their love and passion to the final
destination of peace. To a place where they will forever be
liberated from their demons. To a place where no evil can
touch them, they soar amongst the stars, exalting in the balm
of their love. Where only they, and each other exist.
Coming back down to Earth in the light of the rising morning
sun, Mulder is struck by a certain realization.
"You know what, Scully? I don't think I'm ever gonna have a
nightmare again. Not as long as I have you. I love you."
Her eyes filling with tears, she angled her head up to him, and
answered him with a kiss.
~*~*~*~
The End
Well? Comments, anybody? :)
--
And the werewolves came...
And they ate him...
And they drank his beer
Macti/re Rua - redwolf@triode.net.au
http://www.triode.net.au/~redwolf
]]>