Title: We Kiss In A Shadow
Author: Tess
E-mail: tnv099@aol.com
Rated:	R, borderline NC-17.  If you are not of legal age, please
 don't read this.  
Distribution: If you want it, sure, but I'd like to know where please
Spoilers: Nope
Category: SAR
Keywords: Mulder POV
Disclaimer: All characters mentioned herein are the sole property of 
1013 Productions, Fox and CC.  This one is just for fun. Please don't 
be mad
Summary: Clandestine motel meetings


We Kiss in a Shadow


We kiss in a shadow, we hide from the moon
  our meetings are few and over too soon
We speak in a whisper, afraid to be heard
  when people are near we speak not a word
Alone in our secret, together we sigh
  for one smiling day to be free
To kiss in the sunlight and say to the sky
  behold and believe what you see
Behold how my lover loves me

   Rogers and Hammerstein - The King and I


We Kiss In A Shadow (1 of 1)
By:  Tess


I push my shirtsleeve back, taking a look at my watch for what is 
probably the fifteenth time in the last ten minutes and then glare at 
the bedside clock to confirm that the time on my watch is correct. Yep. 
9:00 p.m.  Damn, she's almost an hour late!

I pace the length and breadth of the motel room, a niggling fear becoming 
more insistent as the seconds tick by. What if something happened to 
her? It has been raining steadily ever since I left work, bidding Scully 
a good night as I walked out of the basement office, eager to start my 
weekend. What if she had been in an acciden--. My breath explodes from 
my chest as the glare of a car's headlight pierces the crack in the 
motel room curtains. I hear a door slam and then her familiar footsteps 
tapping out a beat across the wet pavement.

I open the door and she rushes inside, rainwater running in rivulets 
down her slicker. She pushes back the hood covering her head, hair 
tumbling messily past her shoulders. I cock my head, silently 
questioning her.

"No," she says huskily. "I wasn't followed. The rain just has the 
traffic snarled. I'm sorry I'm so late."

I nod as I throw the deadbolt and fasten the safety chain on the door.  
No one knows about my secret relationship with this woman. If we are 
lucky, we are able to meet like this about once a month - X-Files 
permitting. We never meet at the same motel and we always arrive and 
leave separately, careful not to be followed. We won't stay the whole 
weekend. Tonight will be our only night and we will have to leave our 
haven tomorrow to once again go our separate ways.

We kiss in a shadow.

I reach out and snag her wrist in one hand, tugging hard until she 
stumbles into me. Crowding her against the bolted door, I push her 
raincoat from her shoulders. It falls in a heap at our feet as she 
twines her arms around my neck. I tunnel my fingers into the golden 
locks framing her face, tilting her head back to meet my descending 
lips. She moans as I seal my mouth over hers. I lean heavily into her, 
keeping her trapped between the hard door and my rapidly hardening body.  

I lean away from her slightly, trying to get my hands between us so that
I can go to work unbuttoning her shirt, but she groans and wraps her 
arms around my waist, pulling hard until I am once again crushing her 
into the door. I tear my lips from hers and press my mouth to the pulse 
pounding in her throat as I grasp the back of her thighs in both hands, 
lifting her up off the floor. She obligingly curls her legs around my 
waist and my hands once again begin tearing at her buttons. Finally, 
her shirt is open and I work hard until her breasts escape the lacy 
confines of her bra.

Hoisting her up even higher, I close my mouth over one of her breasts.
She sighs in appreciation and clenches her fingers in my hair, bending 
her head over mine. Long blonde strands of hair swing forward and I am 
surrounded in her perfumed warmth.

I release her breast and blow against the wet skin, causing the tip to 
tighten even further and gooseflesh to break out over her flesh.  

"The bed," she whimpers and I nod as I push away from the door. Her 
arms are banded tightly around me as I carry her across the room to 
the bed. We tumble down onto the mattress. She sits up and presses one 
hand against my chest, ensuring that I stay flat on my back. I watch as 
she shrugs out of her shirt and tosses her bra onto the floor. She 
twists her head as she works on the side zipper of her pants and her 
hair slithers over her shoulder. I can see the tip of one breast 
peeking coyly from behind the curtain of gold and I lean up on one 
elbow, hungrily drawing her nipple into my mouth. I push her onto her 
back and strip her pants from her body. My own clothes quickly follow 
and I lean over her.  Her hands slide up and down my arms and chest as 
she reacquaints herself with my body.

"I missed this," she breathes. "I missed you. I hate that work keeps us 
apart."

I nod and trace my thumb over the frown lines forming on her forehead.  
"I know. Me too."

We stare at each other for a few moments, trying to slow things down a 
bit, make this last a little longer. God only knows when we will be 
able to be together like this again.

"This has got to go," I murmur as I finger the last thing covering her 
body. I tug at the offending item and she shudders as I tangle my 
fingers in the damp curls that until now have been hidden from my view.  
She sighs and rubs against my hand. I am only too happy to indulge in 
her silent entreaty and I massage my fingers deeper into her aching 
flesh.  She groans with pleasure and after only a few minutes of my
ministrations, her breath leaves her in a sigh of pleasure and her body 
melts into the mattress beneath us.

"That thing itches and makes me so hot," she complains, pushing the 
blonde wig off the bed. I stretch out, covering her body with mine, and 
twist my fingers into the dark red curls fanning out over her pillow. 
"Is the disguise really necessary?"

"Poor baby," I croon, dropping comforting kisses on her eyelids and 
nose, before settling over her lips. "Let me make you feel better," I 
whisper.

"I'm counting on it," she grins.

"Mmmm, Scully," I groan between kisses, "I was starting to think you 
weren't ever going to make it here tonight."

"Are you kidding?" she laughs. "Nothing could keep me away. No 
psychopath, no flukeman, no mutant - alive or undead, was going to stop 
me from getting here to you."

I smile and settle more intimately between her thighs. I look down as 
her laughing eyes turn serious. "It's never enough," I gasp as I begin 
to sink into her welcoming body.

"No," she agrees. She arches her hips and I slide all the way inside 
her. She closes her eyes briefly against the sensation and then opens 
them again. "But Mulder--" She moans softly as I pull back and then 
sink deep again. "It has to be enough. For now."

I nod mutely and bury my face in her neck as I lose myself in her body.

********

Only a pizza box separates us. Scully is sitting across from me, 
swaddled in my shirt, the sleeves of which are rolled up three times so 
that her little hands can peek out. I'm lying on my side, propped up on 
one elbow, modestly covered in my boxer shorts as I munch on a slice of 
pizza. Scully thinks it's weird to eat naked so once we've sated one 
hunger, we don 'proper attire' before sating another.

"Plus," as she once told me, "we don't want to risk any injuries that 
may be the result of hot cheese dripping onto vital body parts!"

What can I say? It's a convincing argument.

Scully is struggling with her slice of pizza. As she takes a bite and 
pulls the slice away from her mouth the cheese begins to form an ever-
increasing link between her lips and the pizza in her hand. She cannot 
pull her arms far enough away from her mouth to snap the string of 
heese. Finally, she pinches the greasy strand between her fingers, 
twirling the cheese around her index finger and sucking it off 
triumphantly. She grins and waggles her eyebrows at me in amusement.

I force myself to smile back and choke down the rest of the pizza. A 
sudden realization as I watched Scully wrestle with her pizza has 
stolen some of the joy out of the evening for me. My eyes track her 
movements as she clamors out of bed. She crumples up the dirty napkins 
and tosses them into the pizza box, taking it across the room to set it 
down on the tiny table in the corner. She steps into the bathroom, 
washing the grease from her face and fingers and brushing her teeth.  
Snapping off the bathroom light, she snags the open bottle of wine 
from the bureau and brings it back to the bed. She pours the remaining 
wine into the two glasses on the nightstand and offers one to me. I 
shake my head no and she settles onto the bed, close to me, her legs 
crossed beneath her.

I shift slightly and settle my cheek against her warm thigh. A soft sigh 
escapes me.

"Mulder? What's wrong?"

"We've never eaten dinner together."

"What are you talking about? We eat dinner together all the time. If 
we're on a case, we eat breakfast, lunch AND dinner, together."

"No," I shake my head stubbornly and roll onto my back so that I can 
look into her eyes. "I mean a *romantic* dinner."

She opened her mouth to protest and then closed it in confirmation. 
"Oh."

"I was watching you eat that pizza earlier and all of a sudden I 
realized that we've never gone to a nice restaurant to enjoy a meal 
and each other's company. It's always fast food restaurants, coffee 
shops or diners."

She nods unsure what to say.

"I've never taken the woman I love out to dinner! Jesus! What kind of 
life is this?"

Scully exhales noisily and scratches her fingers through my hair 
comfortingly. "We agreed--"

"No!" I interrupt impatiently. "This is crazy. This isn't a life. My 
God, Scully, we don't even bother to pack a change of clothes because 
we know we aren't going to be here long enough for it to matter!"

She shrugs uncertainly. "I know, but we've been over this before, 
Mulder. I don't know what else we can do."

"Well we better figure something out," I say somewhat belligerently. 
"Because I don't think I can keep doing this. At first, it was kind of 
fun, the disguises, the secret meeting places. But now, it just feels 
like we're having some kind of cheap, tawdry affair!"

"Are...are you saying that we shouldn't see each other like this 
anymore?" she asked dejectedly.

My eyes had been fixed on a stain in the ceiling over the bed for a few 
minutes, but the hitch in her voice caused me to look at her face. Tears 
were brimming in her eyes and I could see that she was fighting a 
losing battle to keep them from spilling over her lashes.

I scrambled up to kneel before her. "No," I tell her, clutching her 
hands in mine. "I'm just saying that we need to rethink how we go about 
this. Scully, I love you and I'm tired of sneaking around, pretending 
that I don't."

She nods and leans over, pressing her lips to our joined hands. Two 
tears brim over and splash hot and wet against my hands.

"Scully." I breathe her name softly against the top of her bent head.  
Freeing my hands, I tilt her face up to mine. "I'll never let you go," 
I vow. "But I want us to consider making our relationship public."

I move around on the bed until I am lying on one of the pillows, curled 
onto my side. I've kept one of her hands in mine the entire time and 
now I urge her to lie down behind me. She does so, curving her body into 
mine and I draw her arm over my side. I snuggle down so that I am lying 
on my stomach, trapping her hand between my chest and the sheets 
beneath me.  Scully rubs her cheek against my back and I can feel her 
lips moving.  

"I love you," she says in a tiny whisper. I smile into the pillow and 
tug her closer in reply. After a few minutes, I hear her breathing even 
out as her body melts into mine in sleep.

*******

We always sleep late when we are together and today is no exception. I 
peer at the clock blearily. 10:30 a.m. Checkout time is in half an hour.  
I make a quick trip to the bathroom, splashing cold water on my face and 
brushing my teeth. Wandering back into the bedroom, I nudge Scully awake 
and she staggers off for her own trip to the bathroom. I begin to 
gather our clothes and set hers out on the bed then slide into my jeans.  
Walking over to the bathroom, I lounge in the open doorway. Scully 
struggles out of my shirt one-handed, as the other hand clutches her 
toothbrush. She holds out my shirt and I take it from her and hang it 
on the doorknob admiring her now nude form.  

I crowd my body close to hers and watch her in the mirror. The plastic 
cup of water tumbles into the sink, splashing water everywhere as my 
wandering hands cause her fingers to become suddenly nerveless. I spin 
her around to face me and kiss her, sucking her warm, minty-fresh 
tongue into my mouth. Just like last night, I lift her up and press her 
into the door. Just like last night, she wraps her legs around my waist.  
Unlike last night, I manage to get my jeans unfastened. She takes me 
deep within her body and unlike last night, we never make it to the bed.


********

Scully finishes fastening the last button of her blouse. I am lounging 
against the bureau watching as she tries to bring some semblance of 
order to her appearance. Her cheeks are still flushed from our 
lovemaking and I'd like nothing better than to toss her down on the 
carpet and start all over again.

She sighs, scraping her hair behind her ears and reaching for the 
blonde wig. Her lower lip jutting out in a moue of dislike, she lifts 
the wig over her head.

My hand shoots out and stops her. "No."

She looks at me startled.

"Leave it," I order. I tug the wig away from her hands and toss it onto 
the bureau. I scoop up her car keys and her coat and pull her toward 
the door.  

She strains back against my grip. "Mulder, someone might see--"

"Leave it," I say again, my eyes burning intensely into hers. She nods 
and follows me out of the door into the bright morning light. I walk 
her to her car and open the door. She settles into the driver's seat. 
I brace one hand against the door.

"I'll follow you back to your place. Maybe we can catch a movie. Go out 
for a nice dinner afterward?" I try to keep my voice casual, firm.  

Scully studies my face for a moment and then nods decisively. A smile 
breaks out across her face and she tugs my lips down to hers.

We kiss in the sunlight.


The End


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