Devil in a blue dress. 1/4

I wrote this a million years ago during the height of fan fic for the X Files. I didnt proof read it and I dont claim to be a great writer. Yes I'm thoroughly embarassed, but it was still fun at the time.






I felt dirty writing this. Tee hee.

ROz

Devil in a blue dress (1/?)

AUTHOR: ROz H

DISTRIBUTION STATEMENT: You honor me…just tell me where.

SPOILER WARNING: Sixth season to Biogenesis

RATING: Just getting to the good stuff.

CONTENT WARNING: mind candy good!

CLASSIFICATION: MSR/UST/V

SUMMARY: Questions are asked which have always been anticipated, but some answers don’t require words.

AUTHOR NOTES: I remember thinking, that’s a nice outfit as Scully knelt down to look at the fragment embedded in the beach on the Ivory coast. It was the softest shade of blue. It was different for Scully somehow, very flattering and lots of cleavage and I started to hum the song ‘devil in a blue dress’. The rest came naturally.

DISCLAIMER: If Chris Carter sued me, you think he’d give me his autograph?



Devil in a blue dress

Hoover Building, Washington D.C. Basement Office of the X Files

It was Saturday. So why exactly was she at work? More importantly though, where was Mulder?

Scully leaned against Mulder’s desk with a perfunctory smirk on her face. She looked at her watch again. She had been in the office for an hour now, waiting for her partner who had called her interrupting her potentially relaxing afternoon. ‘Urgent, meet me at the office’ was all she got. Within an hour she was there, in the empty office.

So she wondered, where the hell was Mulder? Without turning she hooked her arm behind her and grabbed the office phone. She dialed his cell phone number without looking just as he walked in.

Scully turned around and watched him enter, staring with a slight smile at his ringing chest. “Where the hell have you been?” she asked as she slammed the phone back down.

The shock in his eyebrows was apparent, “whoa, sorry to keep you waiting, Scully.” He raised a cup holder with two steaming cups.

“That better be what I think it is.” She took the taller of the two cups. “What was so important that it couldn’t wait, Mulder?”

“Did you have plans?”

She smirked again, “Its Saturday Mulder, I might have.”

He smiled. Mulder looked Scully over with an unseen, but appraising look. He watched her sip her coffee and the look of delight crossed her face. He chuckled as her eyes actually rolled back and her eyelids fluttered. “Jeez, Scully. Is the coffee good?”

She took another sip. “So what gives, Mulder?”

Walking over to the file cabinet he rolled open the top drawer and picked out a case file. Scully’s shoulders slumped as he began to talk and so went the mundane events of her day.

Several hours later

‘Blah blah blah’, Scully thought to herself as she caught the end of his sentence. “…shall I pick you up before our flight Monday morning?” Mulder handed her the pale blue jacket she had, to his delight, discarded earlier revealing her dress underneath. It was tank style that draped to below her knees in a linen material the shimmered a matching pale blue. He relished the view of her bare, strong arms as he helped her slip the jacket on. He let his hands drift just inches above the soft material as he lowered his hands along the length of her arms.

Suddenly everything froze around him as he watched her gracefully move. First with the turn of her head he caught her side profile, the fullness of her lips and her long curled lashes. Her hands came up and straighten the collar of jacket, brushing his left hand, which was aching to touch her. With a dismissive smile she turned to look at him and he caught a breathtaking view of her neck. It sloped down to reveal from his vantagepoint the soft swell of her breasts. Her small gold cross glittered underneath the florescent lights. Tucking several strands of hair behind her ear caused the material to pucker slightly, revealing more than he had ever hoped to see.

“Sure, that’s fine, Mulder.” She mumbled not looking directly at him, therefore missing the entire show of expressions on his face. When she did look up into his face his eyes had fallen across her necklace. He reached over and touched it, straightening its position against the hollow space between her clavicles. Scully’s chest heaved at the sudden touch.

Mulder made a noncommittal noise, something akin to a ‘humph’. “Scully,” he asked with a low, grumbling voice. The pitch of it was not lost on her. She rested one hand just below her bustline, holding it there as the other flitted nervously at her side. Her eyebrows perked up, answering him silently. “How is it you never lose this?”

She smiled, “Luck, I guess.” She gave it more thought, “Actually, I suppose I have you to thank. You always seem to find it for me.”

“Your faith or your cross?” His head had dipped low to look at the golden pendant. Small, thin and delicate but luminescent in its meaning and appearance, much like what he thought of his dedicated partner. His eyes had flickered up to capture her in their powerful gaze. His eyes danced across her face, her hair and then back down to the necklace.

“Both, Mulder,” she said tenderly. Mulder looked into her eyes and made the ‘humph’ noise again. “What?”

“I was just wondering.” He said wistfully.

“About?”

He took his fingers off her necklace and gently ran them down her throat, skimming them softly over the pulse in her throat to the tip of her cleavage. His face was so close she could feel the warmth radiating from him. It was an almost painful sensation. She watched his mouth open and his lips wrap around the words escaping them as he asked, “I was wondering why it’s taken seven years for this moment, Scully.”

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So leaving at that moment probably wasn’t the right thing for Scully to do, but due to the recent turn of events…namely Mulder ‘leaning’ on her, it was her only option. It was a moment she had been waiting to happen, or rather finish happening since that summer night in his hallway. It was, however a moment that pained her especially when she thought of how Mulder dismissed her misgivings (to put it lightly) about Diana Fowler and it forever hung over her head. There would be a time when the pain of that would be faded enough she figured, when that happened she’d let Mulder back in. Regardless whether she wanted to feel that lazy warmth of Mulder’s wants and needs, the rift still needed to be fixed.

Scully thought deeply as she let herself into her apartment, the door clicking softly closed behind her. The day was lost into the night as she walked in a trance to her lampshade and reached out to flip the switch on. Of course she never made it that far. A hand grabbed her upper left arm and slammed her back against the door, her hip hitting the doorknob and blinding her momentarily with pain. The light flicked on. Dazed and then shocked, Scully left her guard down a moment too long.

Lo’ and behold…Alex Krycek. Her dilemma with Mulder was quickly put onto the back burner of her mind.

He grabbed her by the wrists with his right hand and dodged Scully’s knee that immediately flew upwards. With a disapproving look he silenced her with a prosthetic finger to his mouth and softly spoke.

“I’m not here to hurt you, Agent Scully.”

With a grimace, “At least not any further?”

A small Krycek smile. “I come in peace, Agent Scully.” Then he released his grip on her hands slowly.

“Then you must not have any business here, Krycek and you should be on your way.” He pulled away from her, but still stood well within her personal space, which put Scully deep in thought. ‘There are only two things in this world I want and one is personal space, even with Mulder, the other would be a decent support bra, but then you can’t have everything, can you?’

“I just came to ask you something, Agent Scully.” Her eyes flickered with an unresponsive answer. Krycek half grinned and asked, “I was just wondering, when was the last time you were properly fucked Agent Scully?”

End of Part One