Title: Pseudonyms Author: Erica Miszti Erica.Miszti@premium-mail.co.uk Rating: NC-17 This has nothing to do with my "Secrets" series. It's just a silly little piece I wrote when I was *very* bored. The characters contained within this text do not belong to the author of this text but to various other personages and organisations - including a Mr. Chris Carter, 1013 productions and Fox Broadcasting. The author is not receiving any money from this text and despite the flagrant misuse of the property (namely the characters) of the above stated personages and organisations does not intend there to be any copyright violation occuring from the following text - got that? Rating - NC-17 for sexual situations. Please don't read this if you're under eighteen - you'll get me in such trouble. Summary - Scully gets flowers from a secret admirer. ********************************************* It was only a small bunch of flowers - but it was on Dana Scully's desk in the basement of the FBI building which was home to the X-Files. Next to the flowers was a small piece of card. The words on it had been written in block capitals: 'MAXI'S BAR. 8 PM'. Scully smiled. She hadn't heard from *him* in weeks - now he had gotten in touch in his usual manner. She pocketed the card. Mulder walked into the office in time to see Scully arranging the flowers into a plastic cup full of water. "Flowers Scully." He remarked with a sardonic twist of his lips, arranging his coat on the rack. "I have been known to get flowers Mulder." She replied flatly, not looking at him. "A secret admirer?" His tone became teasing, he flopped down into his chair opposite her. "Maybe." She lips twitched into a smile. Mulder watched it with fascination - that curious little smile transformed her face. *********************** Maxi's was a discreet little bar. Every booth was occupied but it did not seem like the place was full. Her eyes searched him out through the softly lit interior. There he was - sat at the bar. He was dressed in jeans and a black collar-less shirt - a well-worn black leather jacket was draped across the bar stool next to him. He had not seen her yet, so she stood for a moment looking at him. He really was the best looking man she'd ever seen. The pull of his muscles under his tight jeans fascinated her. She'd never wanted anyone this badly before. She couldn't help it. He would disappear for weeks or months. Still when he called she'd come running - desperate to fall back into his bed, or wherever. He looked up and saw her. She didn't know it but she was his reason for living. He tried to stay away from her but she called out to him. She was dressed in faded blue jeans and an emerald green silk blouse. His eyes caught hers and - despite the distance between them - he could sense the arousal building up in her. She walked towards him. Their eyes stayed locked as she sat down on the bar stool next to him. "Hi." He said on an outward breath. "I missed you." "Have you finished your drink? Are you ready to leave?" She asked - her eyes telling him how much she wanted him. He laughed softly and to her ears it was a deeply seductive sound. "Are you trying to rush me?" He smiled. "Where's your sense of romance?" "We haven't been together for weeks. I want you *so* badly." "I want you too." He told her with feeling, putting on his jacket as he did so. He paid the bill and they left. ********************** The motel room looked like a thousand other motel rooms. As soon as the door closed she set to work removing his jacket. "Slow down." He told her, laughing and gently pushing her hands away. He took off his own jacket. She took off hers and began to unbutton her blouse. "Hey, hey. What did I say?" He teased. This time she didn't stop even for a moment. "You want it as bad as I do." She told him walking towards him. He pretended to back away in fear. She unbuttoned the blouse and threw it carelessly away. She wasn't wearing a bra. She began on her jeans. He watched avidly as she slid them down her legs and stepped out of them. Her panties peeled away with the material, leaving her naked. She advanced on him again. Once more he pretended to back away. The back of his legs hit the edge of the bed - catching him unawares - and he fell backwards. Seizing her chance, she leapt on top of him - pinning him to the bed. She began on his shirt, practically ripping it off in her haste. He protested and complained and pretended to struggle but she had moved onto the button fly of his jeans. He gasped and gave in. The jeans made it down as far as his knees before she gave up on them. His boxers had peeled away with the tough fabric leaving him exposed. He tried to move but the tough fabric of his jeans wrapped around his legs made it impossible. She raised herself up and brought herself down onto him. Her head snapped back and she gasped in pleasure. He grasped her hips tightly drawing her down onto him. She moved into a frantic rhythm guiding them both on to mindless ecstasy. It was over very quickly and she collapsed onto him. They were both laughing, deliriously happy. Her lips sought his. He wrapped his arms around her and returned her kiss. He tried to roll her onto her back but the fabric binding his legs made the movement difficult and they fell into more hysterical laughter. They worked together to untangle him. The jeans were thrown onto the floor. He kissed her deeply again and then went to the bathroom. She lay back amidst the sweat soaked sheets. Right now she felt complete and happy. All that she had been through in recent years faded into the background. Her time with him was time out of time. Their first meeting had not been planned. Maxi's was her favourite bar and she felt safe going there alone if she had to. *That* night she had really needed a drink. She'd just had an almighty fight with Mulder - she couldn't even remember what it was about now - and she had felt really depressed. She had been sat at the bar, nursing her third glass of wine. "Can I buy you a drink?" The words had been said very softly next to her ear. She'd turned around astonished and he'd been standing there behind her. She had gestured to the bar stool beside her. He had sat down and ordered the drinks. "My name's William." He had told her, holding out his hand. She had gone along with him - holding out her hand. "Katherine." She'd replied. When their hands touched a thousand sparks seemed to erupt. It was a miracle that they had managed to keep their hands off each other for as long as they did. It was about two hours in total. They made it as far as his car, parked in a below ground parking lot down the block. The back seat was very immature with hindsight but at the time it had been more than adequate. The minimum clothing had been removed, and precautions taken, before their bodies had joined in perfect ecstasy for the first time. Since then she had been obsessed by him. His constant disappearances enabled her to place their relationship into some kind of perspective. During the day she was able to forget about him and carry on her work. It was more difficult at night - a thousand times she had stopped herself from picking up the phone and calling him. The way things were worked fine. It was a life - not the one she might have hoped for - but she had given up hopes of a normal life a long time ago. She *was* happy this way. He walked back into the room and she scooted to the edge of the bed as he sat down. His hand came up to cup her face and he brushed a loose lock of hair out of her eyes. She was the most special woman he had ever met. He was not happy with the way things were between them - but it was more than he had ever hoped to have. He could live like this. The lips met in a gentle but meaningful caress. The action reassured both of them of the love they felt - the love they would never confess out loud. ********************** Mulder wasn't in the office when Scully arrived. She arranged her coat on the rack and sat down. Her skin still tingled and ached pleasantly from the previous nights activities. She switched on the computer and went through the process of checking her email. The door opened and Mulder peered around it. "Skinner wants to see us, right now." He informed her. "Okay. I'll be along in a second." He nodded and left. Scully didn't move. Things *were* alright this way. She *was* happy. "Scully?" Mulder asked from the doorway. "Are you feeling okay?" She looked up and smiled at his concern. "I'm fine." She stood up. Mulder stepped aside for her to walk through the doorway. As she passed him, he breathed in deeply. He loved the way that she smelt - it drove him out of his mind. He knew that he should follow her but instead he ducked back into the room. Grabbing a piece of white card from his desk drawer he went to her desk. On the card he wrote 'MAXI'S. 7:30' in block capitals. He thought about it for a moment and then crossed out '7:30' and wrote '7 PM' instead. Carefully he propped the card between the rows of keys on the keyboard - where he knew that it would be the first thing she saw. He had sworn that last night would not happen again for a while but he could not wait. She seemed able to divorce the two parts of their life together but he had more trouble. He pretended that he could slip back into the role of Mulder - that William was a different person. That just made it worse. He'd always hated that name - the thought that this person whose name he hated was the one in bed with Dana Scully drove him nuts. It was like she could ignore him - Mulder - this way, like he was inconvenient or something. His one consolation was that she was pretending too, so William was not really with Dana Scully but rather with someone else called Katherine. It was a schizophrenic lifestyle, at best. "Mulder?" Her soft voice called though his contemplation's as if he had conjured her up by thinking about her. "Mulder?" She called again. He turned to see her standing in the doorway. "You said Skinner wanted to see us." "Yeah." He said determinedly and strode out of the room. Scully was about to follow him when she saw the card. "Scully. Come on." His voice called from outside and she had no time to look at it. It didn't matter - she already knew what it said. Mulder was waiting for her a little way down the corridor. "Come on Dana - *Katherine* - Scully." The way he said "Katherine" sent a shiver down her spine - implicit in it was a promise of special delights for tonight. This life is not that bad, she thought. This life's not that bad, he thought. Now, what could he think of for tonight. ************************************************************************* Come on - you know that you'd like to write to me and tell me what you think. Erica.Miszti@premium-mail.co.uk http://ourworld.compuserve.com/homepages/erica_marie/fanfic.htm