Defying Gravity

"Don't move Scully. Ah darlin' don't move!"

Since she really wasn't capable of doing anything else it was easy enough to comply with Mulder's gruff request. For the moment she was content to enjoy the afterglow of what had just passed between them. Mulder changed his hold on her so that her head rested on his outflung arm and his other hand snaked around her waist.

"Go to sleep, Scully." he said so gently and with tenderness.

"What?" she asked not understanding his motives for doing this.

"I don't have a condom, Scully. I won't take the risk of putting you in danger like that. I want this to happen, God knows I do, but not like this."

"Sure, I understand." she said with disappointment so thick you could cut it with a knife.

"Do you, Scully?" he asked worried.

"Yes, Mulder. I do understand and thank you for reminding me." She said as she pulled on her robe and stepped out the door leaving Mulder in the agony of unfulfilled desire.

After she left, his world seemed empty though it felt as if she were still in the room, her smell, her softness, her possessions surround him. Her light and the magic that is Scully was gone. And he spent a restless night dreaming of red hair and creamy white skin.

Next Morning

Things were not good between Mulder and Scully. Tension sparkled within the small room, it was almost a tangible thing.

The minute Mulder set eyes on Scully, he knew she was not fine with what had happened between them last night.. He had been congratulating himself on his superhuman willpower. Every time he opened his mouth to say something, she visible tensed. As if he had done something to her, something she didn't want, something he had forced on her. She's probably thinking that if he had listened to her last night would never have happened, but he was listening, not to her words but to her body and that was what screamed the word "YES" at him and he had taken it seriously, but she'd had time to stew over things and devise plenty of good tortures for him. This really made him mad.

"What day is that SCUFOS meeting?" she asked.

Caught by surprise he answered, "The 31st,I think."

"Oh."

"Damn it, Scully talk to me!" he said letting all the frustration that had gathered during the morning go in one sentence.

"Why?" she asked calmly looking him straight in the eyes.

He got up and grabbed his coat and headed toward the door.

"Where are you going?" she asked taken aback that he would just get up and leave like that, not that she should be taken aback because he did it all the time but still it hurt when he did.

"I'm going to the drug store to either buy condoms or rat poison, I'll make up my mind when I get there!" he said as he burst out the door.

< My God! How dare he! condoms and rat poison! In the same breath! > She saw him come back into the apartment looking rather sheepishly.

"I ah..forgot my wallet."

"No poison?" she asked barely suppressing a smile.

"No condoms either." he said shrugging. "It's just that, Scully I can't work with you the way things are right now. I can't concentrate because all i've got on my mind is you and I'm going to give myself grey hairs if I keep going on like this."

At these words her heart lurched. < It can't be true. > she thought it best to hide her feelings she didn't like being vulnerable and showing Mulder her true feelings would definitely make her feel exposed

"One of these days, things are going to get out of hand, but it's up to you Scully." and with that he got up and walked out the door.

< It was up to *her*? > < Yes,no,postitive,negitive,pro,con > all these things were running through her brain, at once and the feeling almost overwhelmed her. < Did she want it? or didn't she? > < Oh, hell who was she kidding? Of course she wanted it. She had wanted it for five years she was just too mauch of a 'play by the rules' girl. It seemed so simple just 'yes' or 'no'.> Mulder walked out wondering what the hell had made him say what he had to her. He somehow managed ot find his way to the ally where he had parked his rental and the next thing he knew he was on his way to the local drug store. He ws driving himself crazy, his feelings were in a jumble and he couldn't think about anything...except Scully. He pulled into the drug store, and for a moment he was going to leave without getting what he had come for. But he summoned up his courage and walked into the store and bought them. A whole box. The most expensive kind. His hands were shaking all the way back to her apartment.

After the stress of the day Scully decided to take a dip in the tub. Sunk up to her neck in lavender scented water she dipped her head under the surface of the water and felt the tension flow out of her body as the rivulets of water flowed off her skin. She usualy took a bath at the end of the day to relieve the stress that had come when she worked, but today the stress had a different source, her partner. Last night he had taken a few strands of her deepest fantasies and tugged them into reality. He gave her a glimpse of her most romantic imaginings. < Damn Him! > she thought < Damn him for making me want him like this and them making me wait. > When she closed her eyes she could remember the feel of his hand kneading her breast. Her thighs clenched, capturing only water between them as she remembered the deep intamate strokes of his fingers. Memory alone was arousing her. Her breath grew shallow, Her flesh tingled with anticipation and a deep pulsing grew and spread throughout her entire body. She sat up, < You idiot what are you doing dreaming about the man when he's right in your living room? All you have to do is say yes. > Frustrated with herself and Mulder she got out of the tub and scoured it clean.

Grabbing one of Mulders's bright big orange towles(because they were so much bigger then her own) she stepped out of the bathroom and headed down to her bedroom to dress for dinner. Mulder she belived was in the kitchen cooking dinner.

Actually he was in her hallway on the way to his own bedroom to put the box he had debated over buying in the bedstand for future useage. He looked up and time stood still. His breath caught in his throat, and his heart began a heavy, langourus beating, a primative mating rhythm. She froze, and stared back towel clutched to her breasts.

He would never in his wildest imagineings have dreamed just how sleak and small and beautiful she was. Full breasts hidden by the towel. The slacks she wore hid her legs but Mulder had a good imagination. But that was nothing compared to the grace of her thighs and calves and the satin sheen of her skin.

His mouth went dry as his gaze skimmed over her and then his eyes raised to hers. She watched him from where she stood as he took another step toward her, and then he took another.

"Scully?" His voice was a low intimate growl. The question was implied.

Her touge darted out to moisten her lips one of his favorite quirks of hers. "Mulder?"

He stopped one step from her. He had alreay told her it was her decision and she knew he was waiting for that one word the word that would change everthing for them.

"Scully?"

She looked up into those green eyes, eyes that were now dark and wide with desire. Slowly, she took a step and then suddenly let go of the towel.

Helplessly his eyes followed the downward slide of the orange towel and soaked in every newly bared inch of her form. Full breasts, tips tilted and crowned with delicate pink. A waist so slender he knew he could span his hands across it. Flat, smooth stomach down to the swelling curve of her hips. The copper shadow at the juncture of her thighs, the curls dark and tempting. Long legs the he wanted, no needed to feel around him.

Perfection. Every blessed inch of her was perfection.

She stepped foraward a half-step and looked straight into his eyes.

"Yes," she whispered. "Yes."