Body Space by Cathy Connell xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx This one sort of came to me in a flash. I dashed it out last night. I don't know if I'm going to do a sequel, that depends on whether or not my muse decides to visit me. A few words below might keep it out of prime time. The actions, however, as fun as they might be would not. I wouldn't give it to my ten year old cousin to read, though. Yeah, it's _that_ sort of story. Heck, it's fun and short. Enjoy. Oh, yeah, they don't belong to me, but you knew that. And you know whose they are. This has been edited just slightly from the version that appeared on the Mailing List. Etc, so forth. ****************************************************************** Body Space by Cathy Connell ****************************************************************** 4:10 AM Mulder pressed his still warm hands against the hotel door. Then he lowered his head with a thud. Taking a deep breath, he drew back again and hit his forehead against the painted wood. Shit. Shit. Shit. What the hell had just happened? They hadn't even. . .but then she. . .Oh god. . . the line had definitely been crossed. They crossed it. And now what was he going to do? ******************************* Ten minutes earlier "Why do you always do that?" Dana swatted her partner's hand away from her arm. He had crossed the hotel room to read yet another file over her shoulder. Since the local sheriff's office had only given them one set of the "important papers", the two FBI agents had spent the last few hours pouring over the files in Mulder's room. It had been a long, rough, but standard case. "Do what?" She felt him lean closer, his body heat radiating onto her skin through the thin cotton t-shirt she wore. "You know exactly what I'm talking about." Carefully extricating herself from the cage formed by her desk, the chair, and his tall frame, she stood and turned to face him. "You have no sense of personal space." A bemused smile played across his lips. "I still don't know what you're talking about." "This." She stood toe to toe with him, less than a hand's breadth apart from him. "You stand like this half the time. You're always so close." She really wanted to know. His heavy lidded eyes told of how long they'd been working on this case tonight. They both refused to break eye contact, and Dana began to suspect that they'd be there for an hour if she didn't do something. So she poked him in the side. "Why do you do that?" To her surprise, Mulder bent over slightly and supressed a smirk. "You're ticklish?" Oh this was too much. "I never knew you were ticklish." "You never asked." He stepped back, out of her reach, then stretched a long arm out to gently dig a few fingers into her side. She tried to jerk out his way, but she couldn't. And she couldn't supress her giggle. A combination of fear and something else wriggled in her belly when she saw the next thought cross his eyes. Hell, she could practically hear it. "Oh no you don't." "Why agent Scully," he stepped towards her, hands tucked innocently behind his back. "I do believe you're ticklish too." "Don't even think about it Mulder." She edged backwards, stumbling as the back of her legs hit the bed. "Think about what?" He contined forward, looming over her as she scrambled backwards across the sheets. "About this?" Before she could blink, he was kneeling next to her, trying to grab her flailing arms. She shrieked as his hands squeezed and prodded her sides and underarms. Wriggling beneath him, she reached her foot up and dug her toes into his stomach. She took advantage of temporarily winding him and rolled him onto his back. She got in a few good ones before he regained his composure long enough to flip her onto her back again. His hand slipped beneath her T-shirt, but he moved it no further than her navel. "Stop it!" she screamed as she disolved into another fit of giggles. Wrapping one leg around him she tried to get leverage, but he weighed too much more than her. "That's not," she tried and failed to tear her wrists from his grasp, "fair." He could hold both her wrists with one hand, and the other was free to roam her midsection as she tried to buck him off. She paused as her thigh encountered his. . .erection? Determined to ignore it, she quickly explained it away in her head with the physical contact. That was it. But he also paused, and that gave her the chance to twist from beneath him and move to the offensive. He might have the strength, but she had the nails, and she knew how to use them. She dug her fingers into the skin at his sternum and dragged her fingernails down his half unbuttoned dress shirt to his waist. That made him shout and convulse long enough for her to shove him onto his back and pin him down. One of her legs pushed between his as she leaned closer. Resting her head against his chest, she pulled her arms in tight, protecting her sides as she mercilessly tickled him. Somewhere in the back of her head she knew that he could flip her off of him anytime he wanted. She didn't have long to ponder that, because before she could take another breath he had captured both of her hand down at her sides with large hands and squeezed her right thigh between both of his. She was trapped. Her eyes were level with his throat, and she watched his adam's apple bob as he swallowed twice, then said, "What was that about body space?" "I said you have no sense of it." She twisted again, but only succeded in grinding her hips against his. She tried to ignore the completely inappropriate sensations pooling in her belly. As long as they didn't acknowledge it, it didn't count. The fact that she had the impulse to rub against him again shocked her. That she was only a very few thin strands of willpower away from doing it shocked the hell out of her. This was getting too weird. "Let me go." "You started it." He sounded like he was grinning. She had to find out for herself. Tightening her lower back, she raised her head and shoulders. Mulder blinked, grinned, and stared at her as her lower body pressed against his. "I don't care," she said as she tried again to break free. He released her leg, and she struggled to get up, but he still held her arms down tightly. After thirty seconds of struggling she was directly on top of him. Not an improvement. Through all this he stared evenly at her. "You know what they say, don't you?" His voice had a faraway quality, as if he wasn't sure of his words. She shook her head. "They say tickling is the most basic S+M activity." She felt him shift his hips a little, probably unconciously. Then it happened. She shifted her hips. Conciously. He didn't know, couldn't know, she pressed against him on purpose. Easily, she could have just been fidgeting or trying to get up. But she knew that she did it, just once, because it felt so good. She knew in her own mind that. . .what was that? Did he just do what I think he did? He did it again. Very gently he raised his hips and pushed against her. She could feel him through her jeans. Raising her head and shoulders to look into his eyes, she couldn't read him, but she felt him lift again in response. Blood rushed back into her hands as he released her. Slowly, she began to get up. Then she stopped. She fought, but basic, animal instincts pulled her back down to him again. She slid along him as she settled back down onto his body, resting her full weight against him. Oh god, that felt so right. Groaning, he closed his eyes. This wasn't happening. But the feeling of her own body rocking against his told her that it was happening. She spread her legs to feel him more fully against her. Ignoring the rational voices screaming in the back of her head, she lay there for more than two minutes. Their hands didn't touch, their lips didn't meet, and she lowered her head so she couldn't see his eyes. They just took in the closeness, the warmth, and the thick, heavy, tightening sensation that two barely moving bodies can create. "Scully?" The low quiet question and his hand coming to rest on the small of her back broke through the hot, wet fog filling her brain. Holy shit, what were they doing? She crawled backwards, off of the bed and scrambled to the other side of the room. "I'm. . .uh. . .I. . .um. . .gotta go Mulder." She raced for the door. "Dana, wait." But she heard the door shut behind her before he could finish his sentence. Fumbling, she searched for her keys, then realized she had left them in his room. She would have to go back for them. But not now. She leaned back against her door and slid to the ground. Now she had to pull herself together. Taking deep breaths, she fought the waves of fear, confusion, and desire crashing against her body. What the hell was that? ***************************************************** end