TITLE: AUFERRE ANIMAM AUTHOR: PAUL WARTENBERG E-MAIL: z004799b@bc.seflin.org RATING: Adult (maybe NC17). Some humor, but a genuine attempt at romance... COPYRIGHT: Okay. I can be in a lot of trouble for writing this, using characters that are owned by Chris Carter & Co., who have every right to enforce protection under Title 17 of the U.S. Code. Only one thing saves me: my lowly income, which makes me too poor to be a proper target of any lawsuit... P.S.: The title is Latin, I hope. I DID sleep through my classes, unfortunately. However, auferre = (v.) to take away, and anima/animae = (n.) breath or spirit, in the feminine form. Of course, my grammar is probably a bit off, so I hope you Latin teachers out there can give me a better sentence/phrase structure...so thanks to Jen Faulkner for her translation Summary: M/S. Scully dreams of an extreme possibility...or does she?... There was a moment when she was sure his hands had caressed the length of her back, the gentle yet firm pressing of his fingers close to that part of her body that would send shivers to every inch of her flesh. She moaned, and he responded to that moan by pressing harder, by reaching across her shoulders to the sides of her breasts, by seeking lower between her thighs for another secret, sensual place that would send her to the edge. She sensed his body arching over hers as his hands became more insistent, his presence more commanding. She opened her eyes to lock with his, looking deep into his soul and seeing the passion that was always so focused elsewhere now burning fiercely into her. She ran her hands against his shoulders, rubbing them down toward his bare chest. She lifted her head ever so slightly, coming close to his lips, feeling his breath upon her face. "Kiss me, Mulder," she whispered. "Okay," he smiled as he always would, in those moments of levity they shared so often before their journeys into the darkness had consumed him. "But I think you can call me Fox now..." Her breath quickened. "Okay. Fox..." He leaned in, coming ever so close to brushing his lips with hers, their hands wrapping around each other's bodies, letting the warmth of their skins to burn their passion ever brighter... So of course, at that prime moment of orgasmic expectation, Scully's phone rang. The jarring sound of the bell shook her from her dream. She lay there on the couch, taking a moment to blow a strand of hair that had fallen across her eyesight and build up a good amount of righteous indignation for the caller before picking up the receiver. "Uh, hello." "Dana." Mom. Of course. "How are you doing now?" She took a moment to rub the side of her nose, hoping that some of the pain that had crept up into that part of her head had subsided for now. "I'm fine, mom..." There was a moment of silence on the other end, indicating that Scully's mom knew exactly what that assertion meant. "You did get back from that hospital visit rather early, Dana..." "Mom..." Scully hoped it wasn't the stress of having a parent nag so soon, but the throbbing ache had returned. It actually wasn't the cancer but the treatment which seemed to have made the pain so noticeable. One of Scully's fellow med students from long ago had moved into oncology, and had passed along word on some new radical procedure that didn't involve the general fuss and muss of chemotherapy. Not so much hair loss, keeps the immune system intact, but seems to make every bone from the third vertebrae up feel like lead weights. It also affected her ability to keep food down and head up. She endured it for three days, after which her friend confided that the doctor who came up with the procedure had decided to take an impromptu vacation to a country where Interpol couldn't obtain any extradition rights. End result: cancer still growing. "Dana." Mom was about to make her offer. "I care about you. You know that. And I have to worry that you're not...taking care of yourself..." Scully sighed. "Mother. I feel very comfortable where I am, here, at my apartment..." "I know you think I'm trying to be overprotective but...but..." Mom paused. "You're so alone there...and..." "Mom." Scully knew her mother was genuinely upset, and she tried to think of something to say...but what could be said?... "Dana, you're the only daughter I have now, and right now I just feel that you're shutting me out, that you're...Dana, you're dying and I'm afraid I'm not going to be there for you..." "You're always there for me, mom," Scully whispered, trying her best to calm her. Almost as a relief, there came a knock to the apartment door. "Mom, I'm sorry, but there's someone at the door..." "Dana, please..." "Mom." Scully smiled into the phone. "I'll come tonight with some things. I hope I won't inconvenience you too much if I move back in..." There was a noticeable feeling of relief at the other end of the line, giving her a chance to slowly hang up the phone. Scully sighed, letting the moment pass as the person behind the door knocked harder. Coming," she shouted, struggling to stand. Her strength wasn't what it used to be. She stumbled to the door, too tired to take the extra precaution to check the spyhole. Not that it meant anything anymore. Blevins had suspended the X-Files while Skinner searched for staff that would willingly (and honestly) accept the assignment, and given her current condition, having an assassin arrive at her doorstep could relieve her entire situation... ...No, she thought, not that. She wanted to beat this thing, and she was certain she was going to do it. She swung the door open, expecting nothing, but instead got the second greatest shock of her life. "Hi, Scully," Mulder said with a sheepish grin, looking rather well-tanned and relaxed. "I guess I should say first that I'm alive, and second of all that I'm sorry I ditched you like that." Scully was too busy fainting to tell him off. To be continued... Auferre Animam Part 2 by. Paul Wartenberg Everything at the wedding had gone perfectly. She had worried, as always, that something would occur to ruin the mood of this afternoon, that someONE would arrive and devastate the entire festivities. Thankfully, neither Phoebe Green nor Dr. Bambi showed. And Detective White was conveniently distracted by Frohike, who also had an unusual interest in women with odd eye colors. They stood there now, just the two of them, taking the elevator quietly to one of the suites where they would spend this first night. Scully took a moment to brush some cake crumbs from Mulder's tuxedo, glancing into his eyes as he stared back at her, that sheepish grin of his growing wider. "I hope I can get you across the threshold without banging your head against the door," he whispered as he leaned in for another kiss. Scully decided against making any kind of witty reply, taking her time instead to press her lips hard against his, returning every inch of passion Mulder was bringing to her. They nearly missed stepping off the elevator when it arrived at their floor. Despite Mulder's worries, the threshold was crossed with no difficulty. He also possessed enough strength to carry the newly married Dana Katherine Scully Mulder (no hyphen) into the bedroom, eagerly tossing his bride onto the bed. "Well, you're right to point this evening," Scully grinned wickedly, adjusting herself on the bed awaiting the grand moment. Mulder took his time taking off his tuxedo and tie, and then took his time sliding onto the bed next to Scully, slowly reaching along her body and gently removing each article of white clothing from her porcelain skin, his fingers caressing the exposed flesh as she... "Scully, I'm sorry I shocked you like that," she heard from the edge of her dream state. Scully blinked as she opened her eyes, sitting up to find herself on her bed, a comforter across her legs and a steaming cup of tea on her night stand. She also found Mulder fitfully sitting in a chair next to her. "...Mulder..." she whispered. He avoided making eye contact with her. "I know you're probably pissed at me." She promptly grabbed one of her pillows and began to pummel him with it. He raised one arm at first, but then resigned himself to her anger as she snarled out her frustrations. Scully found herself unable to say many of the words she wanted to express, that she wanted Mulder to understand how much she had been hurt by his deceptions. All she could do was hit him with the pillow, growling and wheezing and letting the tears roll down her face. She finally lost the strength to keep up with the punishment, and collapsed back onto the bed, gasping for air and worried that she felt a drop of blood on the top of her lips. "Are you all right?" Mulder whispered. "No." Scully rubbed a finger across her lips, relieved to find it was only tears that had run that far down her face. "Dammit, Mulder, you hurt me." Mulder nodded, still refusing to make eye contact with her. "It was the only thing I could think of..." "Only thing? I'm sure you could have found better ways to ditch me..." "Scully," he interjected. "You and I both know there are some places I have to go to where you shouldn't, you must not, enter..." "Wrong." She sat up, making sure she could make eye contact withhim. "We're...we WERE... partners, and wherever you go I should go as well." "I'm not here to argue..." "Then why are you here?" Mulder took a moment to reach over to the cup of tea. "Try this first." "What is it? Hemlock?" "No." Mulder gently placed it in her hands, guiding the cup up to her nose. "Don't drink it. Just inhale it." Scully glanced at him with the usual skeptical look, then took a deep breath. The scent was at once foreign and familiar, a hint of tea leaves but mostly there was a scent of cinnamon...or was it apple?... "Keep breathing that in," he smiled. "Give it a couple of minutes." "I'm waiting for your excuse, by the way..." "Oh." Mulder sat back into his chair. "When last we spoke, you revealed your belief that the cancer was induced by people who used it to hurt me as well as yourself. But I realized that if it was something they created..." "Then they would have also created a cure for it." Scully took another deep breath, this time judging the scent to be closer to some citrus fruit...perhaps tangerine... "Or so I thought." Mulder looked pensive. "So I faked my death." "How? Mulder, I was there, that was your body I saw..." "Byers, Langly, and Frohike, well they offered a little help there...we used some make-up, selective surgery, and a few chemicals to stimulate a slow, unnoticeable heartbeat..." "You could have told me..." "They," Mulder emphasized that word, "would have seen through that. And you would have tried to keep tabs on me if you knew I was alive. To hide from them, I unfortunately had to hide from you." "Thanks a lot," she muttered. "I CAN lie, you know..." "Anyway, now I was in the shadows, I started working my way up the conspiracy chain of command." Mulder nodded to the tea cup. "I tried looking for Jeremiah Smith..." "Him?" Scully breathed a little more of the scent of the tea, trying to determine if that smell either was sweet or tangy. "Mulder, I know you think he was some mystic healer..." "I know. But I couldn't find him. Instead, I found that." He pointed at the tea. "What is it?" "Alien hybrid plant with ginseng." "Excuse me?" "It's that stuff they were growing up in Canada. The conspiracy was trying to develop a kind of herbal plant that could be used to heal some of the alien-bred diseases they were working with. That's why they were growing it." Scully simply arched an eyebrow. He finally let a smile creep across his lips. "No. Really." "And this is supposed to cure me." Her question was more of a skeptical statement. "No. Not really." Mulder returned to his pensive look. "I didn't find that yet. All I know is, this plant gives off chemicals in a gaseous state, so you have to inhale the fumes. The chemicals are now coursing through your body, and while they won't kill off the cancer it will stop it from metastasizing. Gives you more time to find a real cure." "What happens if I drink it?" Scully raised the cup to her lips. "NO! Don't!..." Scully tasted the liquid as she slurped it past her tongue. Definitely cinnamon...or tangerine... Her head suddenly went light, and even as she knew the cup was slipping from her hands, she couldn't feel that happen, nor did she feel her own body as she fell back onto the bed. "Scully." Mulder had grabbed the cup before it spilled everywhere, placing it back on the night stand. He leaned over her, staring into her eyes and placing one hand to her chin, concerned that she might have gotten worse. "I should have warned you. The men who were working with this said ingesting it would be like overdosing on a drug..." She parted her lips to say his name, but her breathing was tooshall ow, too weak... "Oh, God," he whispered, wanting not to panic but unsure of what he could do. "I'm sorry. I know I'm trying to help you, but I get thefeeling I keep hurting you instead..." She smiled, feeling unusually buoyant even as she struggled for her next breath. She saw the concern in his eyes and knew that she really had no reason to be angry with him. He really was trying what he could to save her life. He was just acting the only way he knew how: by himself, as though he still had no idea what it meant to have a partner, of someone he could truly trust, not so much in his quest but in his life, his soul. He had no understanding of what it meant to her when he acted that way, if only she could make him understand, make him realize how much he was a part of her life and how much she was a part of his... Scully suddenly gasped, letting the air slide into her lungs, coughing outward as she released that air. Her breathing returned to normal. Mulder also let out a sigh of relief. "Thank God..." "Mulder..." They both suddenly realized where they were and how close they were to each other. A certain feeling of awkwardness fell across the bed. Mulder started to lift himself away from Scully when she quickly placed a hand to his shoulder. "No..." He stopped, glancing first at her hand, then at her face, seeing something in her eyes as she stared back at him. "Scully, I..." "Mulder, I forgive you." He seemed relieved. "Scully, you didn't have to say that..." "I love you." As she finished whispering that, she held her breath, realizing she had finally taken that one step they were both so scared of... Mulder also held his breath, confronted at last with something that had at once terrified him and exhilarated him. He took a moment, then realized she had risked so much just to say that. But what would he be risking?... He leaned down, letting her hand guide his body as he finally,thankfully, kissed her. He tasted the warmth of her mouth, with a hint of cinnamon (or was that tangerine) on her tongue and with the overwhelming flavor of strawberries that he always dreamed she would taste at this moment. She smiled and let out a quick giggle. "Well, that wasn't as hard as I thought." "Are you all right?" Mulder asked, still concerned. "I feel fine." "You keep saying that. But you did drink some of that..." "I think it just cleared my sinuses," she smiled. "Okay." There was that pause again. Scully leaned up, finding her strength had returned. She pressed her lips gently against his, a quick brush, letting her breath mix with his. She then took the opportunity to seize him by the shoulders and toss him to the other end of the bed, pinning him down. "See? I'm getting better." "No mas." He smiled at last, that big goofy grin of his that signaled his delight. "Getting so that you can take on the world again?" "No. Just you." His smile turned from being goofy to somewhat sheepish. He lifted himself up to her, wrapping both arms around her shoulders as he brought his face close to hers. "I love you too, Scully." They kissed as Scully felt his fingers tug at her sweatshirt, pulling it upward as his hands crept along her back, and at that moment she hoped this wasn't just another dream... To be continued... Auferre Animam Part 3 by. Paul Wartenberg The pool water felt warm against her skin as she waded further out to the deeper end. She took a moment to lean back, spreading out her arms, lifting up her legs to the surface, letting her body float across the water. Above her, she saw a towering platform, a diving board as high as she could see. She watched as a figure walked out along the board, ready to jump. She could see the tensing of his muscles, the beads of sweat across his chest as he stared down to her. "Yes," she whispered. "Yes, dive to me, dive into me..." He sprang from the board, falling with his arms outstretched, falling like a feather as he slowly turned to keep himself in position with her, falling and touching, not so much landing onto her but embracing her, the both of them sliding into the water as their embrace became more passionate. They sank into the blue depths of the pool, their rapture consuming all thought, all awareness. His arms were around her, her legs were around him, their lips everywhere against each other's flesh. And then she took a moment to breathe, and realized it was just another dream... Scully stirred from her rest, glancing to her bedroom window and seeing the late afternoon had faded into dark evening. She took a deep breath, and spread her arms out along her pillows. "Ow." She turned to find her left hand on Mulder's chin. It hadn't hurt him, merely waking him from his slumber. "Oh. Sorry." He smiled as he turned in bed to face her. "Should have known you were into the rough stuff." She smiled, taking a moment to glance over his body, remembering the quick burst of passion they shared just hours before. Their first time had been rather rough, a shared groping as they tore off each others clothes, quickly wrapping themselves around each other, more contented to feel flesh than to explore it. Scully explored his body now with her hands, slowly caressing his shoulders, feeling the small scar she had once left upon his body. One hand went to his neck, feeling the new marks she had chewed there as they climaxed during their first lovemaking. She looked into Mulder's eyes, hoping he could see that there were still things they could do, passions to share. A flash of understanding in his stare was all the acknowledgment Scully needed. Mulder responded with his own exploration of her flesh, starting at the nape and shoulders, working his hands down to her breasts. She arched her back ever so slightly, responding to his touch. He traced the pink areolas with the tip of his fingers, pinching her nipples ever so gently, making her gasp. Scully rolled closer to him, inching herself up on the pillows, urging Mulder to lower his head into her bosom. He responded by planting little kisses on each breast, tasting the fleshy mounds with his tongue before wrapping his lips around one tit. "Ahhh." Scully closed her eyes as she felt Mulder keep his lips fully suctioned to her body as he alternately bit the nipple with his teeth and then stroked it with his tongue. His hands stayed busy, with one reaching around to massage the small of her back while the other hand reached between her thighs. Scully sent one hand down there, guiding Mulder's hand to the place she needed it. Her other hand remained pressed to Mulder's neck, urging him to keep his attentions to her breasts. Her next gasp was one of disappointment, as Mulder lifted his head from her body. She need not have complained, as he began to drag his tongue down from her breasts to her belly, planting soft kisses along the way. Scully raised her head, watching as Mulder lowered his toward her pussy. His fingers had already pushed their way into her, rubbing against the inner folds of her skin. When he slowly rolled his tongue against her clit, she fell back onto the bed, charged by the electric feeling pulsing through her. Her breathing matched the speed of her heartbeats as Scully felt Mulder's tongue push deeper into her pussy. She wrapped one leg about the back of his neck, arching her hips into his face. He balanced the strokes of his tongue with the deft exploring of his fingers, retracing every inch of her inner skin that he knew made her react wildly. Scully lay there, her eyes half-closed in ecstasy, never wondering now if this was a dream, too busy measuring her breath as he drove her closer to the edge of orgasm, feeling her hot blood flowing through every inch of her inflamed body. The minutes felt like hours as Mulder kept working on her pussy, as he kept stimulating her until she knew, in her body and her soul, that her passion could not remain controlled. She screamed, gasping for air as the orgasm shook her entire frame, her hands pushing against her breasts before sliding up to her neck and chin, feeling the warmth of her body as she enjoyed every second. Keeping one hand stroking her, Mulder sat kneeling on the bed, arching his shoulders back and showing off the taut muscles of his arms and chest. Against her leg, Scully could feel his long, hard cock, and with a wicked smile on her lips she tried to sit up, reaching with one hand to wrap her fingers around his shaft, stroking it slowly to the rhythm Mulder was using on her clit. With his free hand, Mulder gently pushed against Scully's shoulder, shaking his head. "You don't need to do that," he whispered. "Looking to return the favor," Scully smiled back. "I'm almost ready, and I'd prefer to do something else." Mulder slid himself between her things. "Hold on a sec." He lowered his entire body above hers, his tall slim frame overwhelming her petite form. Wrapping both arms around her shoulders, he deftly flipped themselves so that he was on the bottom with Scully sitting comfortably in his lap. His dick rubbed hard against her stomach as he gently maneuvered her into position. "Okay," he grinned. "Now I'm ready." Scully felt him penetrating her, this time deeper than their first quick erotic joining. "Oh, that's good." "I hope so." Scully ground her hips against his, feeling every inch of his cock within her. "Smart...move. Medically speaking, having the woman on, um, top is better." His grin widened, equally stimulated by watching her body heave in ecstasy as well as her words. "Explain away, Dr. Scully..." "Well, this position, uh, gives you better penetration, more freedom of, ooh, movement, better odds at, ah, achieving orgasm..." "All that from...your medical journals?" Mulder thrust upward, pushing against Scully's downward motions. "You probably, ah, learned that in those magazines of...ooh, yours." "Let me just say...if you remember all those times you came up with those rational expl...explanations of yours..." "I know," she gasped, dropping her body to his, brushing her breasts against his chest. "It turned you on...so let's stop, ah, talking and get back to the sex...ehh." They stopped talking but failed to grow silent as their mutual groans of pleasure filled the room. Mulder's hands reached up to caress Scully's shoulders, and then to her bouncing breasts as she ground harder into his lap. He raised himself enough to plant kisses along her neck and shoulders, her arms locked about his shoulders, holding on as they both pushed closer to each other. Mulder suddenly fell back onto the bed, dropping his arms to her hips, dragging her harder onto his shaft. "Ah, yes, now, Scully..." They matched each other, move for move, push for push, until Mulder's body shuddered and he exhaled. Scully could feel his cock pulsing within her, signaling he had come, but the glance he gave her showed he was willing to continue. His hands did not relax their grip, instead urging her onward. They wrapped their arms around each other again, bringing their bodies closer. Mulder kissed Scully hard and long, their lips locked with a fiery passion with only their gasps interrupting their embrace. His lips lowered back down to her bosom, his tongue once again sliding acrossher fleshy mounds, with her deep breathing raising her breasts to his face. Scully felt her body coming closer again to that electric orgasm, and she arched her back as it pulsated throughout her body as she slowed herself to feel its warmth spread everywhere. She collapsed at last, short of breath, her hair dangling into her face as well as Mulder's, whose breath help blow some of the sweat-soaked strands to one side. Their eyes remained locked with each other's, knowing they had both reached their moments of orgasmic ecstasy and that they were both so eager to reach for those moments again... There was a sudden slamming of a door against a wall. "Dana!!!" Mulder and Scully froze in terror, both of them recognizing the voice. "Oh, no," Mulder gasped. Scully nodded, realizing that while this wasn't THE most embarrassing moment of her life, it did register in the top ten, somewhere between that alien autopsy tape Jose Chung showed her and that goldfish dare in summer camp. "Mother. How perfect." "Dana," her mother's voice pleaded for an answer as she moved down the hallway. "Please, are you all right?..." Mulder and Scully rolled off the bed, with Scully seizing the bed sheet to wrap around her naked form. Mulder glanced about for some sort of protection, even giving the tea cup a quick consideration before grabbing two pillows to cover his lower half. Scully's mom heard the commotion in the bedroom and quickly swung the door open, storming in, terrified of what might have happened to Dana. What she saw may not have been what she expected, but it was still a rather shocking surprise. Scully kinda grimaced and timidly waved one hand. "Uh, hi mom..." Mrs. Scully stared at her half-naked daughter. "Dana," she slowly stated. Mulder was still struggling to keep the pillows strategically placed. "Um..." was about all he could say. Scully's mom turned to him and stared for about a minute. She finally nodded sternly. "Mulder. Good to see you again." "Well, yeah, and ah..." He arched an eyebrow at what she had said. "Mulder. She called me Mulder. Finally!!" "Dana, I was...well, worried," Mrs. Scully whispered. "You said you were coming over tonight, and when you didn't, I..." "Well, as you can see, Mom, I got a little distracted..." Scully shrugged, still a tad embarrassed. Her mother gave Mulder another glance, answering with a quick nod. Scully tried to explain the situation. "Oh, um, well Mulder brought me something..." "I can see that." There was a hint of amusement in Mrs. Scully's voice. "Actually," Mulder tried to answer with all seriousness. "It's some herbal refreshment, supposed to keep her cancer from getting worse." "Well, that was nice of you, Mulder." Mulder grinned. "She did it again! There IS a god!..." Mrs. Scully shook her head a little, but her smile indicated amusement rather than disappointment. She turned to her daughter and came close to her. "Are you going to be all right?" "Mom, I'm fine." Mrs. Scully smiled, registering a deeper understanding. "You know, I think for the first time I believe you, Dana..." She clasped her hands around her daughter's cheeks, gently planting a maternal kiss upon Scully's forehead. "Just remember to take good care of this one. He's silly, and he needs all the help he can get." The two stood there as Mrs. Scully walked out of the bedroom, quietly closing the bedroom door behind her. They stood in silence until they heard Scully's mom close the apartment door and walk out of the complex. "She called me silly?" Mulder whispered. "Better than spooky, I should think," Scully smiled before collapsing onto the bed in laughter. Mulder didn't answer that, instead walking around to her side of the bed. He sat next to her, tossing aside the pillows. "So you're going to be fine?" "Well, how often do I have to inhale alien ginseng?" "Once a day should do it." Mulder placed an arm around her. "We still have to find a cure, though." "I know," she smiled. "I'm going to beat this..." "We're going to beat this," he whispered, placing his lips on hers. "So show me how much help I...we need..." She answered then without words, and he replied in likeness, but no silence existed between them as their heated breaths signaled their passion far into the night... 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