TITLE: Retaining the Crevice
AUTHOR: Ducky
FEEDBACK: john@palmer1049.freeserve.co.uk
My name is not John, it's Jodie, but you can call me "Ducky". My
friends call me that because none of them know how to spell "Duchovny". 
Be gentle with me. 
CLASSIFICATION: MSR
RATING: R
SPOILERS: None. This story doesn't really have an actual place on the
X-Files timeline, but it kinda happens during season five because Mulder 
and Scully had the sexiest hairstyles then!
ARCHIVE: Do whatever you want. Just ask me first and make sure you
include my name and all that bollacks.
DISCLAIMER: These characters are not mine, they belong to some kind of
governmental conspiracy . . . I don't know, I'm just making it up! No money is being
made either. Hell, if you could get paid for fantasising about Mulder and Scully, I'd be
making fucking millions!
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Roses are red, clovers are green,
Mulder and Scully are getting obscene,
I can't be bothered to rhyme any more,
So stop wasting time and read my story before I kill you!
SUMMARY: Scully wonders how that crack appeared in her ceiling . . .

"Retaining the Crevice" By Ducky.

Scully stared lazily at the ceiling above her. Thinking. She had done a
lot of doing tonight, but she hadn't done a lot of thinking. It was time to catch up. 

She thought about what had happened tonight, and why it hadn't
happened before. Why had she waited so long? She thought about the events leading up to tonight. 

Mulder had kissed her. Scully couldn't believe it. She had imagined it
a million times before, sometimes she could actually feel his mouth on her, feel his arms around
her, feel his words upon her. In her fantasies, each time was magical. Each tender kiss
would cause the ocean to crash against the outer walls of her apartment. Every time "Mulder" said
her name, the planets would fall from the sky and leave her floating on a wave of
love. In her dreams.

But when it happened for real, when her fantasies became actuality,
Scully couldn't handle it. She had pushed Mulder away, screaming at him, telling him that she
hated him. It was all too much. She hadn't expected it to ever happen, and when it did,
Scully was overcome with shock. So she just lashed out. Fortunately for her, Mulder was
persistent and wouldn't leave until he got a straight answer from her. Did she love him, or not?
Eventually, she had broken down in his arms, crying, telling him she was sorry. Telling him that
she loved him.

Scully was startled by his sudden movement. She turned her head to look
at him, lying beside her. He was still asleep. 

"Mulder?" Scully whispered. 

"Hhhhhmmmm . . . " He didn't move, except to drape his arm gently
across her stomach. Then he was silent.

She smiled to herself, leaned over, and kissed his temple.

"G'night, Mulder. Sleep tight."

Scully laid her hand on his arm and her eyes resumed their place on the
ceiling. It was weird how she had never noticed that crack before. One long continuous crack
that ran the entire length of the room, starting above the bed and finishing just left of
the bedroom door. Maybe it was because she was more alert than usual, for this time of
night, anyway.

[Of course, Mulder and I could've made that crack tonight]

Scully laughed silently to herself. It was possible that she had never
seen the crack before because it had never been there before. She tried to shake off that
theory. The sex wasn't wild or out of control. But it was amazing.

Mulder was so passionate, she knew that already. She had imagined what
it was like to make love to him many times. She always felt empty after the fantasy was
over. She felt like a teenager with some stupid crush. But worst of all, she felt alone. She
didn't like to rely on her imagination to feel loved. Now she didn't have to.

The way Mulder touched her was unbelievable. He handled parts of her
body that she had never allowed any man to. He always made sure that it was okay to touch
her. He silently asked permission before advancing. She thought that was kinda sweet.
Once he had the all clear, well, she gave him an inch and he took a mile. Not that she
minded. 

It was wonderful to finally be with a man who took the time to make her
feel good. All night, Mulder had told her how beautiful she was, how gorgeous her body was. He
whispered words of love in her ear. He told her how much he wanted to make love to her,
slowly.

Closing her eyes, Scully remembered the look on his face as he told her
he loved her. Those puppy dog eyes of his. She had nearly melted. It was nothing compared to
his face when he came inside her, filling her with his hot juices. As she screamed his
name and clutched his body tightly, she saw a wave of love wash over his beautiful face. A
single tear fell from his eye. 

"I love you, Scully." He whispered softly, before she kissed him. She
had felt his warm tear on her cheek. Now, she did nothing to fight her own tear tracing the
same path down her face. A tear of happiness A tear of tranquillity. A tear of love. 

Scully cherished the memory of his face as Mulder was surrounded with
orgasm. The feeling of him inside her would stay in her mind for all time. Forever she would
relish the sound of his voice moaning her name, breaking on the second syllable.
["Scuuu-llllyyyy . . . "]

She turned and looked at him. Still lying on his front, asleep.
Scully's nail marks could still be seen on his shoulders [I hope I didn't hurt him]. 

She traced her fingers over the small groves on his shoulders and
biceps. She then leaned over and kissed them softly. Scully ran her finger up his spine, over
the tight muscles in his back, over his shoulder blades, and up to his head to stroke his hair.
She didn't want to wake him, so she slowly retrieved her hand.

"Don't stop," Mulder said quietly.

"How long have you been awake? Scully was a little startled.

"Long enough to catch you in the act," Mulder opened his eyes and smiled
at her. He rolled over onto his back, his eyes never leaving hers. "C'mere, you."

Scully nestled in, under Mulder's powerful arm. She wrapped her own
arm around his waist and rested her head on his torso. He kissed her head and inhaled the
scent of her hair.

"Mulder," Scully said into his chest, "I love you." She kissed his
collarbone.

"I know," he replied. "I love you too, Scully".

Scully slowly covered him with her body. Lying atop of him, she kissed
his succulent mouth. She caressed his tongue with her own. With her hands resting firmly on
Mulder's face, she continued to slowly taste him, not wanting to miss a single drop of him.

As Mulder's hands made their way to her hips, Scully moaned into his
mouth. They rolled over so that she was underneath him, and with the same passion as
before, they began to make another crack in Scully's ceiling.

The End.

(31st May 2000) 

"Scully . . . I love you."
	-Mulder, Triangle

I really enjoyed writing this story. Please let me know what you think.
If I get some good feedback, I may be tempted to write a sequel. I'll do my best to reply
to all NICE feedback. 
I'm at john@palmer1049.freeserve.co.uk (please don't call me John!
My name is Jodie, but I prefer "Ducky". It lends intrigue to my character).