The Only Source Left By: SEED NC-17 Disclaimer: We do not own the characters portrayed in this story. They belong to Chris Carter and 1013 Productions. This story is in response to the video store challenge. As SEED, we couldn't refuse the opportunity to get our creative juices flowing for this challenge. :) So here it is, our endeavor into Mulder and Scully's world. We are rating this One more warning...we are trying something new here so bear with us if the flow of the story is a little shaky. So sit back...relax and please enjoy **** The halls were dark, illuminated only by the odd fluorescent lights that only enhanced the dullness of the walls and tiles. Quiet. Empty. The daily hustle and bustle of the building gave way to the desolate remains of abandonment. Rooms, offices, lounges, all were void of life and yet deep in the bowels of this empty and formidable building, a light was on, and people spoke. "Mulder it's past eight, we can finish the report on Monday. Pulling off the wire rimed glasses, he rubbed the bridge of his nose as the weariness spoke in his eyes. "Yeah, lets get going." Not waiting for her partner's reply she had already started packing her things. Quietly they wrapped up their work, gathered all the papers and grabbed their belongings. Helping Scully into her overcoat, Mulder thanked God that her back was to him, as he was nearly left breathless from the sweet scent of her. Walking down the darken halls together, they talked in quite hushes voices as if afraid they would be overheard. "So what do we have planned for tonight?" "Well, 'I' plan to go home and take a long hot bath.. not a shower mind you.. but a bath, where my body is immersed in water." "Oh Scully you're turning me on" Her only reply was to punch his arm and give him one of her sideways smiles which of course was accompanied with a patented eye roll. Needless to say Mulder was indeed a happy man. **** Walking through the rows of video's he made a small, yet vain attempt to find something different... anything but his usual manner of relaxation. Yet, despite his attempts he found himself staring at boxes of half naked men and women. He was drawn to this. The video's allowed him moments of pleasure when in his day to day life there was none. Pleasure that although detached, was all he had. He was drawn to this as his only source of satisfaction. *Well, the only source left * he thought as he absently picked up a tape and headed to the counter. In the silence and darkness of his car, he sat. His mind reworking the past days events... never stopping long enough to find true relaxation. His work consumed him, took all of his energy, but without it though he felt empty. Looking out the window of the car, he saw a couple walking hand in hand along the street. Mulder could feel his heart ache, as he wondered what it would feel like just once to walk along the street with a woman and not fear the shadows. To not wonder what danger would appear and destroy the peace. For once, he would like to know the pleasure of a first meeting without thinking she was sent by one of his enemies. Sighing, he started the car, the radio assaulted him with a song of lovers. Tonight, the reminders wouldn't let go. The wouldn't let him forget that he was alone, forget that he was going home to a empty apartment, and forget that any pleasure that he felt tonight would be self induced. Walking up to his apartment, tape in hand... he thought about what he was doing. His normal routine was beginning to wear on him. Some nights he needed more than the isolated pleasure he allowed himself. He wanted.. * No, I need * he thought, the touch of another to caress him, to take away the loneliness and bring him to an ecstasy that only another person could provide. Sighing and mentally chastising himself for the thoughts he was having he pushed his way into his apartment. Making his way to the front of TV, he paused as he pondered over what had become a weekly routine for him. Sighing once more he went through the familiar motions as ..... **** .....the soft whirl of the VCR came to her ear begging her to insert the tape. Watching it as the plastic cassette entered the bowels of the machine, Scully pondered the activity she was about to partake and of it's consequences to her mental well being. With a hand on her hip and a droop in her shoulders, she let out a long quiet sigh and headed for the kitchen. A glass of wine in hand she emerged from the darkness into the soft unearthly blue light of the TV. Unfastening her coat, she threw it uncharacteristically on to the back of the chair and lowered herself slowly into the couch. With one hand bringing the lip of the glass to the flesh of her delicate mouth, her finger wavered over the play button of the remote that was held firm in the other. * Oh, what am I doing? * she thought as bitter liquid slid effortlessly down her throat leaving her mouth dry. "Look at yourself Dana," this time out loud, "alone in an empty darkened apartment. You are just pathetic, if you don't watch out you'll become just like Mulder." Taking a look at the empty cassette case on her coffee table, she changed her mind, "You are becoming Mulder......... oh what the hell." Having made up her mind, the VCR came to life as the scene on the TV suddenly changed.... ***** ...to show two people, their bodies entwining in a lovers embrace. The woman, her fiery red hair framing her face, as she raised up and slowly undressed her companion. Mulder's hand quickly swept through his hair as he brought it back down, his hand slid down his chest. His mind seeing her tracing the slight muscles of his chest, teasing his nipples with her tongue. With his free hand he reached into his pants and wrapped his hand around his already pulsing member. He sucked in a shallow breath as he slowly slide his hand along it. His thumb circling the tip, his mind imaging that it was her, her lips, her tongue that caressed him . He watched as the woman on the screen, her red hair sliding in front of her face drew her partners penis into her mouth. Slipping it slowly, deeply into her mouth. Tasting every inch of his shaft, sucking the small drops of his juices as they flowed down her throat. A deep moan escaped Mulders mouth as he envisioned Dana her hair softly touching his leg as she bent over him.... taking him... caressing him.... With the thought of her, his motion quicken... his breath grew ragged... "Dana..." he stopped for a moment, hearing her name on his lips interrupted his fantasy. Looking at the screen he saw her, red hair against pale skin. There was no denying now what he saw in his mind, closing his eyes he feel back into the fantasy... * Dana * he thought. Mulder saw her red hair, her piercing blue eyes as she smiled and bent over him. His hands continued their manipulations as he thought of her, needing her, wanting to touch .... **** .....the front of her blouse, unbuttoning the three top buttons she gently touched the ivory skin that lay beneath. With soft fingers like the wing stroke of bird, she felt the heat that came to her chest leaving her flesh tingling with each encounter. Eyes closed and lips parted she sighed in ecstasy as her body's senses heightened at the touch of her fingers. Bringing the wine glass against her cheek in a vain attempt to cool the heat that flushed through her face, she opened her eyes once again to watch as the tall man made slow and passionate thrusts into his partner's quivering body. He was tall and firm of build. His eyes, his hair, his smile... so much like Fox... that she wished she was the woman in the screen. The stray and sudden thought of her partner burned an even deeper desire into the pit of her soul as her hand cupped a soft breast, gently squeezing the stiff nipple between two trembling fingers. What would it be like, she thought, to have him here with her now. To have his soft wet tongue reach into her, to tease her, to please her. To feel the stiff flesh pulse within her hands as blood coursed through it's shaft. Feeling the last of the wine slip smoothly past already wet lips, her mind soon joined the rest of her body in an intoxicating journey through passion and want. Carelessly dropping the empty glass onto the couch, her now empty hand slowly made it's way to the hearth of her body's fire. Pushing the hem of her skirt up as her finger gently caressed the supple flesh of her inner thigh. Stopping at the top of her waist she snaked her hand under the confines of the cloth, swirling her fingers through the silky threads of her hair. The building tension demanded more, it wanted more, it needed more and she gave in to it's desires. Pushing down, she felt the heat and wetness of herself as fingers dove into the center of her passion's storm. Cupping the mound with the whole of her hand, the moist juices of womanly desires dripped into the creases of her fingers. Pressing her legs together trapping her hand between them, she arched her back as the tension spread through her body. Reeling from the initial tremors of ecstasy, a small whimper pressed pass her lips as she closed her eyes. She could imagine him kneeling before her, kissing her mound, as she ran her fingers through his dark hair, pushing him further into her, reeling in a sensory fortissimo as his tongue probed the slick walls of her passion. With a change of pace, he now had a slim and power finger deep within her as he nibbled and kissed her stiff fleshy button, arousing her, sending her body into convulsive quivers of pure physical desire. Standing now, before her, she saw in her mind, Mulder erect, waiting and wanting. Wrapping a single arm around his body and taking a firm hold of a cheek, she pulled him forward toward her mouth. Grasping his shaft in her hand, she could feel it pulse beneath her fingers. Squeezing, she firmly pumped her fist, watching in awe as drop after single wet drop came forth from his tip, coating her hand, making it slick and wet. She could here his heavy breathing, his dark, deep sighs, pushing her, taunting her to take more, and she did. Instantly she could taste the salty, slightly bitter fluid as she washed Mulder with her tongue. The feeling of something so warm, so soft and yet so stiff, excited her, bringing her to levels of ecstasy never before imagined possible. His taste was everywhere, in her mouth, on her lips, between her fingers. It was too real, it was too much. She could feel his hands again there between her legs, his hot breath against her skin, the taste of his mouth lingered on her tongue. She could hear the TV, but it was his moans his heavy breathing she heard. It was his voice, it was her name... "Oh yes.. please... oh..... ***** "...Dana.. Oh Dana ..." He could feel her hands stroking him, bringing him closer to the brink of passion. Her tongue playing along the tip as her hands pulled him closer to release. "Dana... please... Oh yes..." In his mind, he heard her voice... as she spoke to him. Telling him what she wanted, that she wanted him. He could smell the lingering presence of her perfume, the taste of her still on his lips. His stroking grew quicker, his pulse raced as he felt himself grow closer to the edge, closer to release. Suddenly it came bursting from him, the tension was gone, the release racked his body leaving ..... ***** .....her collapsed against the couch. Tired, exhausted and drained, her heart beated at a marathon's pace as it tried to catch up with her breath. Throat parched and lips dried, her mind was still collecting itself from the dizzying highs she had so recently brought herself to. Bring a hand to her face, she could still smell the lingering aroma of herself. It was pungent and sweet, reminding her of what she had just done. Dropping her face into both hands she shook her head in disbelief, not ashamed, but more shocked at her sudden discovery, a discovery she would have loved to a share with him... but one she knew he would never know. ***** Laying down on the couch, his body still trembling at the strength of this release, and his mind echoing the words he had spoken, the thoughts that he had realized. *Dana* he thought again, seeing her still in his mind. Pulling the blanket from the back of the couch he rested, thoughts of Dana still flowing through his mind. As he slipped into sleep his thoughts were of her, her red hair and her intoxicating blue eyes. No nightmares disturbed his sleep on this night, for the first time in years he slept in peace. ***** Walking up to the video store, Mulder couldn't stop the grin that spread across his face as he saw her standing at the counter. Part of him wanted to turn around and leave, fearing that she could see the thoughts going through his mind. The image of them together repeating the acts that he had fantasized about last night, just wouldn't leave his mind. He wanted her, needed her, but still he resisted. She was his partner after all and he knew that the feelings that he had for her wouldn't be returned. She could never feel this way about him. Never. Those thoughts damped his present mood, and succeeded in bringing him back to reality. Pushing through the doors of the store, a single chime of a bell announced his presence. Scully glanced up at the door, and smiled as she saw Mulder enter. Her mind replayed the last nights discovery, she could feel the heat of desire course through her as he came closer. She wanted to bring true all those things she had envisioned.. and maybe she would. But for now, she was content with the fantasy, content to enjoy her new discovery and wait till the time was right to bring Fox into it for real. "Excuse me Miss....um..I'm going to have to charge you two extra dollars for not rewinding the tape." The man's voice brought her reeling back to reality as a sudden terrible feeling sunk into her stomach. *Oh God please don't let Mulder see this* "Umm yeah, okay...two dollars......" Quickly rummaging through her purse while taking quick glances at the door and of the approaching Fox Mulder..her partner.. and her soon to be tormentor if she couldn't find the damn two dollars! "Need help there Scully?" *God she was beautiful* Coming to a stop beside her, he watched as she rummaged trough her hand bag, while every so often tucking a strand of fire behind her ear. She even smelled like roses. "No....I got it....just need to find my damn wallet" Looking up she gave him a small smile.......and found herself trapped in his soft hazel eyes. Suddenly speechless, she was a deer in the bright beauty of his soul, of his glorious lips, his proud nose his.....oh my god he's reaching for the.....NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! " 'Tales from the Sex Files?' " Reading it out loud he couldn't help the smile that came to his face. " Why Scul......Scully?" *Where the hell did that woman go?* Turning arround she was no where to be seen, only the screeching wail of abused tires on pavement gave hint to her existance. Chuckling once again to himself, he gave the man two dollars and walk out of the store, life dancing in his eyes. The End :) _____________________________________________________________________ We are SEED In the darkness of night We bring forth the light To dwell in the fluff of Reily As single we are dark Rough as the bark But together we are the smilie So run forth the hills and hide in yonder cave If not, you be less than brave Just grab your ankles and hold on tight 'Cause SEED is on the way!