Frozen Hearts

DISCLAIMER: See chapter 1


SPOILERS: Nope.


A/N: Finally, an update. Yey! :) I'm not sure if I should continue this story. Please do let me know what you think. :)


CHAPTER 3


I guess you could say that I had my partner now quite where I wanted her to be - trapped between the door and my body, her legs around my waist and her lips being ravaged by mine. I could still remember how I had wanted to take it slow, you know, seduce her and stuff but I simply could not wait for another second. Besides, the whole concept of "taking it slow" seemed to be somehow out of all those novels, which Scully would never admit to have read. This was no romantic novel, though - this was true.


I lost all sense of time. I think she did, too. At least I didn't have the slightest clue of how long we were there, kissing the hell out of each other. Finally, my hands and neck began to ache because of our awkward position.
"Maybe we should move this party somewhere else?" I murmured against her lips.
"Are you saying that you actually have a bedroom?"
An image of the room where the so-called normal people would spend their nights in flashed through my mind. It served as a storage room for me - there were old case files, some clothes and tons of those magazines and videos I would never admit to own in there.
"Not quite," I answered after a while, "but I do have a sofa."
A low chuckle from her lips was all the answer I needed.


Now there was a new problem for my lost fogged brain. How to get this wonderful woman to that sofa as soon as humanly possible without spending a fraction of second apart from her? I frowned slightly as she captured my lips with hers again, trying desperately to find an answer.
"What are you waiting for, G-Man?" she murmured in between the kisses. "Are you going to take me there or not?"
I could always carry her. Unfortunately, I wasn't completely sure that - considering my already shaking hands and legs - we would ever reach the sofa. Then, on the other hand, I could always take her right here, against this very door.


Now, that does sound like a plan, doesn't it, Foxy-boy? I asked myself with a faintest of smiles. I was not completely sure, though, if my beautiful partner would want to play along this plan of mine. I'd better play for sure.
"Hold on, G-Woman," I whispered my partner before I began the awkward struggle of trying to carry her to the sofa. It wasn't that she would have been heavy, no - a butterfly would have weighted more in my arms. It was simply the fact that I was so intoxicated by the very idea that it was Scully - my beautiful, wonderful, matter-of-fact, you-must-be-joking-Mulder Special Agent Doctor Dana Katherine Scully.


After what seemed an eternity or two to me, I had her pinned under my weight on the sofa.
"It wasn't that difficult, was it?" she asked with a smile that made my heart skip a beat.
Since all my brain cells seemed to be busy elsewhere, I could not answer her but with a simple nod and a grin. Then, her lips were on mine again and I answered her kiss with feverish passion. My hands seemed to have a will of their own, since suddenly they were more or less steadily opening the small buttons of her silk blouse. It did not take me too long before I had removed the fabric separating us. That left me facing her simple white bra.


My gulp was audible, of that I am sure. What was I doing? She seemed to notice my hesitation, which didn't really surprise me. My Scully is really brilliant woman. Nothing - and I mean nothing - escapes her.
"What is it?" she asked, her voice so low that it was barely recognizable.
"I..." You what? "I think I just realized what we are about to do?"
"Is it a bad thing?"
"No, no, no... Definitely not."
She gave me another of those smiles of hers. "What are you waiting for, then?"
"A rather good question, Agent Scully", I answered with mock seriousness and began to shower soft kisses down her jawbone. "You see, there are certain things that a man is expected to wait." I moved on, down her neck. My hands went around her and for my own wonder, I managed to unstrap her bra without any kind of a struggle. One for Spooky.
"Oh?"
I was not sure, if that was a question or just a moan. I decided to answer it nevertheless.
"Why yes, Agent Scully. For instance, a man is expected to wait until he has managed to drag his partner away from, say, A.D. Skinner's office."
Her answering giggle - does my Scully giggle?! - turned into a moan as I captured her nipple between my lips.
"I'm not saying, though, that he would not want to see this."
"Mulderrrr..." If she was trying to sound disapproving, she was failing miserably.
"Come now, Scully. You've seen the way he looks at you."
"No, I have not."
"Oh yes, you have."
"Mulder?"
"Yeah?"
"Shut up and kiss me."


She didn't have to say that again.


- - - - - - - - - -


I was on Mulder's sofa, half-naked and being kissed by my handsome partner. I was certainly not about to complain. I reached my hands up and freed him from his tie - which, by the way, had not been as horrible today as it usually was. When that was done, I began to unbutton his shirt. I might add that I was doing way faster job with it than he had done with mine. One for the Ice Queen.


Once the shirt had joined the tie on the floor, I was finally able to touch his bare skin. I ran my hands up and down his back, since that was pretty much the only part of him I was able to reach from my position. I definitely preferred being on top. I had managed to skip us around on my couch. Maybe I should give it a try.


Unfortunately, my partner had other plans. He broke our kiss and gave me a grin, which could only be described as mischievous. I shot him an eyebrow but he deliberately ignored it as he once again kissed his way down my neck to my breasts. I moaned softly as his lips captured again one of my nipples. I almost missed the fact that he was now taking off my trousers. Soon, his hand was cupping my already wet center and I had to bit my lip in order not to cry out.
"My, my, Scully..." he murmured but it soon turned into a groan as I, in my turn, cupped him through his slacks.
"Less talk, more action, Agent Mulder," I whispered into his ear as I began to unbuckle his belt.
"As you wish, Agent Scully," he answered and began kissing his way down my stomach and finally...


My God. I would never again complain about the sunflower seed shells. Never, ever again.


My partner soon had me on the edge of a shattering climax with his masterful tongue. I was just about to fall over the edge, when he pulled away. I groaned, cursed, moaned and yelled his name - all at once - but was soon silenced by his mouth on mine. I heard him mutter something about a condom and managed to answer that we did not need one since I was on pill.
"Besides," I whispered and broke our kiss, "I trust you."
Our eyes locked for the briefest of moments, all kinds of emotions running through us. Finally, he gave me that marvelous smile of his and without any kind of a warning pushed inside me.


I am not going to lie to you. It was not the least painful thing I've done in my life. Mulder was not a small man, yet he was not too big, either. I, on the other hand, am rather small woman. Just do the math there, okay?


Luckily, my partner held still long enough for me to adjust to his size. As my eyes fluttered open - when had I closed them? - I met his worried ones.
"You okay, Scully?"
"Better than okay," I answered truthfully and lifted my head just enough to kiss him. He was still not moving, so I rather simply threw my legs around him and squeezed slightly - just to let him know that I'm ready.


He never broke our kiss as he began to move. More slowly first, but soon with increasing vigor. It didn't take too long before I felt the familiar tightening of my muscles indicating the closing climax. I held onto him tightly as he continued pounding into me, my nails digging into his back as I came with a soft moan. After a few more pushes he followed me over the edge and slumped down onto me, seemingly exhausted.


Quite soon, as we laid there trying to catch our breath, he tried to get off me, murmuring that I must be suffocating.
"Don't go," I answered with a whisper that was almost desperate.
"I won't," he whispered and relaxed slightly.


We laid there for God knows how long, neither of us daring to speak, both of us simply drawing strength out of each other. At the end, it was Mulder who broke the silence.
"Now, that was something," he whispered with a chuckle and kissed the tip of my nose gently.
"Yeah," I answered with a smile. "It sure was."
"Have you thought about how we should - you know - act around each other at work?"


I opened my eyes and met his hazel ones. I frowned slightly, forcing my sleepy brain to work.
"I think it would be too risky to let people at FBI know about this - about us. I think it would be the best if we acted like we always have."
I could see something slowly die inside him as his face turned serious. Before I could react, he stood up beginning to dress himself and I finally realized what I have said and how he had taken it. The seemingly simple question had been more complex than I had thought. He had practically asked if I wanted this to be one-time thing.
"I understand, Scully," he told me softly, refusing to meet my gaze.
"You understand what?"
"You just needed to get laid. It's ok. It's human."
"Mulder."
He turned his back at me, pulling his trousers back up.
"Mulder, listen to me."
He buckled his belt and ran a hand through his hair.
"Fox."


That seemed to have worked. He stopped dead in his track right before he left the room.
"Outside the office I would be more than happy to... you know. Be with you."
He remained still and silent. I stood up as quietly as I could and went to him. I hugged him from the behind, deciding to ignore the way he slightly flinched at my touch. I suddenly realized that I was still naked, my clothes lying on the floor next to the couch. I decided to ignore that, too.
"Just say it, Scully." His voice was at the brink of tears. "If you don't want this - want me - just say it and spare us both from it."
"I do want this, Mulder. I do want you." I felt the tears that I had managed to keep in bay starting to run down my cheeks. Why didn't he believe me? "I love you, Mulder," I whispered at him, hugging him closer to me. I knew that he felt my tears wet his shirt. Did he not care?


Slowly, as if it was painful, he turned around and finally faced me.
"Do you?" he asked. Not waiting for my answer, he left the apartment - his apartment - and left standing there, naked and crying. I had ruined it all and I knew it.


See, Dana? my inner voice commented. Haven't I told you hundreds of times what'll happen if you let him too close? You just end up hurting both you and him.
I simply nodded, acknowledging the truth. With shaky hands, I dressed myself and fled the apartment.