Want and Need 4

TITLE: Want and Need IV(1/1)

AUTHOR: ROz H

DISTRIBUTION STATEMENT: Its all good! Just let me know.

SPOILER WARNING: what's a little fluff between friends?

RATING: Rish

CLASSIFICATION: MSR/UST

SUMMARY: Sequel to Want and Need III

AUTHOR NOTES: I hope everyone is enjoying...I sure as hell am!

DISCLAIMER: Blah blah, not mine, blah blah blah.



Want and Need IV

'Every time you touch me I fall in love Mulder. Every time you smile, I know it's just for me and only for me, I fall in love. When you crossed the earth to find me, I fell in love. When you held me close in that hallway where I thought my cancer would take me, reassuring me with your friendship and love, when you fought for my life time and time again, I fell in love. When you look at me every single time, I fall in love, Mulder.'

That's what she wanted to tell him, that and that she wanted the taste of his lips on her mouth. But she didn't, instead she said, "Falling in love for me is just that, the sensation of falling. It's easy Mulder. It doesn't take much. Staying in love is another thing. Does that make sense?" He shook his head. "Have you been in love?"

"Of course."

"Are you in love now?" She held her breath.

Mulder looked at her with the most intense, sincere and erotic look she had ever seen. Again, in that low 'come hither' voice he rumbled, "Yes, Scully. I am."

Now, they both had to admit it, they were in some precarious waters now. It was either act, or be acted upon, in either case it didn't matter. Scully wanted very badly for Mulder to touch her. Not just her clothing, but her bare skin. The want in her had reared its ugly head and was doing terrible things to her chest, more specifically her heart. Never had she so badly wanted to feel his touch, but Christ, half the fun was getting there.

Much to Mulder's dismay Scully slid slowly back off the desk. In the process it hiked her skirt up to painful proportions, more painful for him in the southern region. She was going to prolong it. He could not help but smile; he was enjoying this discussion of theirs, more than he'd ever admit to anyone but hopefully her, or rather on top of her.

Scully cleared her throat, rising Mulder out of his musings. "Mulder?"

"Hmm?" He barely knew his name at this point so grunting sounds were all he could manage.

"Thanks for your insight."

"Uh-hmm." He shook his head slightly, trying to get back some of the blood from offending parts of his anatomy. "Let me know if there's anything else. At all. Scully. That I can answer. Or do to you, for you! Do for you." He squeezed his eyes shut. 'Jesus I'm a freak,' he thought to himself.

"Right." She said.

"Right." He turned back to his desk and started the workday.

Tuesday - 9:13 p.m. A small hotel in the middle of Nowhere, Kansas.

Despite that fact that he had been doing this years longer than Scully, it still amazed him how one second he'd be in the boring solitude of the basement and then the next he'd be in the middle of nowhere.

Literally.

In the quiet darkness of their adjoining rooms, Agent Scully and Agent Mulder lay on their beds each thinking they're own deep thoughts. Mulder had no sooner slipped into the firm queen sized bed that he had forgotten the case they were there on. It seemed like another X file, but for some reason who couldn't focus on it. The only thought that could come to him was the undeniable fact that his red headed partner was lying on an identical bed, just on the other side of the ridiculously thin wall.

He ran his hands over his face and tried to get the image of her on his desk back into his mind. He wanted to remember every curve of her body, the crease of her jacket and every freckle on her petite legs. Mulder closed his eyes and smiled.

On the other side of frustration lay Dana Scully. She was clean and fresh from the shower and wearing absolutely nothing. The feel of the starched sheet on her bare skin made her think of Mulder's hands. When he held her face caressing her with its warmth and how she could feel his fingers through the fabric of her skirt as he gently played with the hem of her jacket. She tried to capture every single touch he had blessed her with, trying to remember the soft wave of desire when he stood close to her. She could feel that desire now knowing he was just on the other side of the wall. She reached her hand up over her head and touched the wall between them.

Mulder sighed deeply and suddenly felt a tingle on his neck. He could almost feel the touch of her body, the singularly exhilarating touch of her hands. He placed a flat palm on the wall above him. Unbeknownst to both desire-weakened agents, the only thing separating their hands was the same wall. Mulder sat up suddenly and turned to it. She was right there. The want in him had reached titanic proportions and it threatened to suffocate him. Never had it been so painful, so erotic. He turned and faced the wall, imagining Scully on the other side and he gently leaned against it, pressing his now hot skin against the cold surface of the wall.

Scully had sat up on her knees and leaned her bare back against the wall. Reaching her arms straight up she laid her hands palm down against the wall, running them slowly down in an arch like an angel. Her hair tangled beneath the slowly movement of her head as she turned it to the side and pressed her cheek against what she fantasized was Mulder's muscular chest.

Mulder closed his eyes again and in his mind's eye the wall disappeared. He could feel her body pressed up against his, her back to him. He reached out and felt the blessedly hot skin of Dana Scully. The roundness of her shoulders shivered at his touch as he ran his long fingers down her arms, reaching for her hands. Dana could feel the breadth of his chest wrapped around her. The cold wall disappeared and was replaced by the soft breathing of Fox Mulder.

His hands ran down her shoulders and captured her fingers, weaving them together. She could feel his breath on her neck as he lowered his mouth onto her skin. Scully could help but gasp at the phantom kiss.

Mulder's eyes opened at the sound. Sudden realization of her body pressed up against the wall hit him like a jackhammer. She was close enough not only to feel her presence, but hear her small gasp. God bless the Sleep-O-Rama for having cheap walls. He pressed his lips against the wall and murmured, "Scully."

She jumped at her name. She was sure it was his voice. Turning to face the wall, her peaches and cream nipples pressed against the surface she answered.

"Mulder."

She pressed her soft lips against the barrier. Suddenly she couldn't feel him anymore. Fear hit her like a train. He was at his connecting door.

Mulder wasn't aware of what he was doing till he was at his connecting door with his hand on the handle. He willed her to come to the door.

Scully slid from the bed and walked slowly to the door. He was there and she could feel him. She could feel the want through the door, his mingling with hers. The knot in her stomach rose up into her chest, making her breathing raspy and difficult. Again she pressed her body against what she hoped was Mulder on the other side.

Mulder was about to tear the hinges off the door. She was there, he could feel her through this door and he wanted to touch her. Mulder turned his head, back to the small desk where his jacket lay. Scully was about to turn the handle to the connecting door when her cell phone rang, breaking whatever spell that was over her.

Shaking her head, it took her a moment to come back to reality. Turning back to the door she realized she couldn't' feel him there anymore. Breaking away and taking her hand from the handle she backed up and turned to her phone next to her. It was lying next to the room phone. Picking it up and sitting on the bed she answered, "Scully."

"Did I wake you?" Mulder's voice. Her heart raced. It was time to dance.

"Actually yeah."

"You were?" He sounded surprised.

"Where else would I be, Mulder?"

'Hopefully pressed up against the wall naked,' he thought. "Right."

"Was there something you wanted to tell me?"

He paused. "No”. It was more along the lines of showing her something. "You're just my security blanket, Scully. Just had to make sure you were there, I guess."

"Ok, Lynus."

He smiled. "I'm sorry, you go back to bed. I'll see you in the morning."

Scully lay back on her bed and sighed quietly. "Alright Mulder. Try and get some sleep."

"Right." He chuckled. Then he head a beep and the line went dead. "I doubt it."

Wednesday - 8:03 am Nowhere, Kansas

Mulder opened his connecting door and knocked on Scully's. His heart leapt for a moment remembering the night before. He waited a moment and then knocked again. Just then Scully opened the door. With a smile she let him in. "I'm just about done." She walked back across the room and into the bathroom.

"I'm in no hurry, believe me." He walked in the room and looked towards her bed. It was crumpled and slept in. Mulder suddenly felt the need to sit down. He placed himself on the edge of the bed and then touched her pillow. He paused for a moment. He turned to check her progress in the bathroom. "Need any help?"

She poked her head out of the bathroom, "I think I can manage, Mulder." And with that closed the bathroom door all the way. With a smile he turned back to the pillow. Taking it in his hand, he bent forward and inhaled deeply. It was covered in Scully scent. The smell waft over him like a warm blanket. He sighed deeply and closed his eyes. He inhaled deeply again, feeling want wash over him. Turning to put the pillow back his eyes strayed just above it, travelling up against the wall he had fantasized about her pressing her body against. Then suddenly his eyes caught it and his mouth dropped open. It wasn't but four feet up from the pillow.

It was lipstick. And it was undeniably the shape of Scully's full, exquisite lips.

END OF PART FOUR