Title:  Want and Need (1 of 1)
Author:  Tess
E-mail:  tnv099@aol.com
Distribution:  I can't remember ever telling 
anyone no, but I would still like to know first
Spoilers:  Brief reference to Closure
Rating:  R
Content:  SAR
Keywords:  M/S
Disclaimer:  Property of CC, 1013 and Fox.  
I'm using without permission, but also not 
for profit.
Summary:  Love isn't always hearts and 
flowers.  Sometimes it's all about wants and 
needs


Want and Need (1 of 1)
By:  Tess


Mulder pulled smoothly into the parking 
space outside of their motel rooms.  
Climbing out of the car, he walked quickly 
around to the other side.  He caught one of 
Scully's hands with his own and pulled her 
along behind him.  Without saying a word, 
he pulled a key from his pocket and opened 
the door to his room.  He led her across the 
room and stopped next to the bureau.  
Bowing his head, he concentrated on 
unfastening the tiny buttons of her blouse.  
When he released the uppermost button, 
he smoothed his hands over collarbones 
revealed by the gaping shirt, pushing the 
material off her shoulders until it slid to the 
floor.  He cupped her face in both of his 
large hands, tunneling his fingers into her 
hair as he tilted her head back to receive 
his kiss.

His mouth closed hotly over her lips and he 
slid his tongue into her mouth to tangle with 
hers.  She moaned softly, wrapping her 
fingers around his wrists and tore her 
mouth from his.

"Mulder," she panted.  "Wait..."

He leaned back against the bureau and 
drew her between his spread legs.  He 
wrapped a strong arm around her waist and 
pulling the lacy cup of her bra away from 
her breast, he opened his mouth over the 
soft pink tip.  She cried out, sagging in his 
grip and he wrapped his other arm around 
her waist, bending toward her and forcing 
her to arch back into his embrace.  He 
sighed against her soft flesh and turning his 
head, nudged the other cup of her bra down 
so that both breasts were bared to his 
wandering lips.  Scully groaned as his 
mouth roved over her.

He straightened up and backed her a few 
steps across the room, tumbling her onto 
the bed and following her down.  He 
stretched his long body alongside hers, 
capturing her lips in another devastating 
kiss while his busy hands stripped the 
loosened blouse and bra from her body.  
Mulder's fingers quickly unzipped the side 
closure of her skirt and he pushed it and 
her pantyhose down and off her legs.

Once again, Scully pulled away from his 
kiss.  She arched helplessly against him 
when he buried his lips against the pulse 
pounding in her neck, one denim-clad thigh 
sliding between hers.  She turned her face 
away from him, exposing her throat to his 
wandering mouth.  She tangled the fingers 
of one hand into his hair and clamped her 
legs around his hard thigh, trapping him 
against her, while at the same time, 
pushing against his shoulder with her other 
hand.

Gasping, Scully loosened her grip on him 
and used both hands now to push him 
back.  

"Wait...stop!  Mulder!"  She twisted her 
fingers into his hair again, this time pulling 
his head away from her.

"Mulder," she began again.  "Just wait...let's 
think about this for a minute!"

Eyes closed, he pulled away from her 
restraining fingers and once again latched 
onto the tender flesh of her throat.  "I don't 
wanna think, Scully," he muttered as he 
trailed his mouth down her body to nibble 
on the upper swell of her breast.

"Mulder, please."  She pushed against his 
shoulders again.

He looked at her, pulling his body up so that 
he loomed over her, pressing her deeper 
into the covers bunched up beneath them.

"I don't want to think," he repeated.  "I just 
want to make love to you."  

He framed her face in his hands.  "When 
we kiss, I don't have to think.  When you 
hold me, I don't have to remember.  When 
I'm inside of you, I don't have to grieve.

Scully closed her eyes and turned her head 
on the pillow, pressing her lips against the 
palm of his hand.  He had turned to her 
each night since he had come to terms with 
his mother's suicide and the end of his 
search for Samantha.  For three nights he 
had sought refuge in her embrace, burying 
his grief and loss as he sank into her body.

"I need you," he whispered against her 
hairline.

"I know," she said, opening her eyes to 
stare into the pleading hazel of his. "I 
know," she repeated.  "But what about next 
week?  Or the week after?  What happens 
when you aren't grieving anymore?"

"What are you talking about?" Mulder 
asked, bewildered.

"I know you need comfort.  You need to 
forget for a little while.  I don't know that you 
need me.  I don't know that you *want* me."

Mulder shook his head, more confused than 
ever.  "Not need you? Not want you?  How 
can you even ask that!" he demanded.

"Because before your mother died, you only 
kissed me once.  Because before you found 
out what happened to Samantha, you never 
touched me like this.  And because you 
don't...you don't..." Her voice trailed off and 
she turned her face away from his again.

He pressed his fingers against her jaw, 
forcing her to look at him.  "Because I don't 
what?" he asked.

"You don't..." She licked her lips and took a 
deep breath, blowing it back out and 
finishing in a rush.  "You don't wait for me!"

The color drained from his face and flamed 
in hers at her words.  He quickly averted his 
eyes, closing them and burying his face in 
his hand.  His lips moved as he muttered 
soundlessly and his body tensed against 
hers.

She rushed to comfort him. "Mulder, it's 
not...I mean you feel so--and you make me 
feel so..." She broke off, frustrated, trying to 
make him understand.  "It just...it takes me 
a long time..." A tear trickled down her 
cheek.  "I'm sorry," she whispered.

Mulder's head shot up.  "No, Scully.  You 
have nothing to apologize for.  It's me who 
should...I don't know what to say."  He 
shook his head.  "I just...I get so lost in 
you."  He stroked his fingers down her 
cheek.  "I'm not usually that selfish," he 
finished.

Scully pressed her face into the warm palm 
of his hand.  "I need to be sure, Mulder.  
Sure of you.  Sure of us.  I don't want to be 
hurt.  I don't want to find out this was a 
mistake."  

He nodded and moved off of her, settling 
onto the mattress beside her.

"Okay," he said softly.  "I'm sure.  I know 
what I want and what I need.  I know whom 
I want and whom I need.  But you need 
proof.  You always have.  You always will."  
His lips quirked up in a tiny smile.

"We'll wait.  And I'll prove it to you."

She stared at him for a few moments and 
then nodded, pressing her lips fiercely to 
his.  She sat up, clutching the sheets 
against her breasts, looking around for her 
clothes.

"Where are you going?" he asked.

She gestured toward the door.  "To my 
room."

"Stay." 

She turned and saw the pleading look on 
his face.

"Stay," he repeated.  "Stay here.  Sleep 
here.  With me."

"I don't...I don't have anything to wear," she 
faltered.

Mulder sat up and stripped out of his T-
shirt.  He pulled it over her head and guided 
her arms through the sleeves.  His thumb 
brushed across the satiny skin of one 
breast in a final caress before he tugged 
the soft cotton down to her hips.  He urged 
her back down onto the mattress and curled 
up behind her.  He threw an arm around her 
waist and nudged one of his legs between 
hers.  Scully nestled her face into the 
coolness of the pillow beneath her cheek 
and slept, wrapped up in the warmth of his 
shirt and the strength of his embrace.

The End

Author's Notes: Originally, this was 
intended as the first scene to a longer story.  
But this is as far as it ever got.  I always 
love to hear what you think at 
tnv099@aol.com

As always, huge thanks to Char for her 
advice and opinion.  It means a lot to me.