TITLE:   STORMS
AUTHOR:  G-WOMAN
E-MAIL:  Hattie@Earthling.net 
DISCLAIMER: They're mine! All MINE!!! Only joking. Dana Scully and
Fox Mulder are the sole property of Chris Carter, 1013 productions and 
Fox broadcasting network.
RATING: R.... oh okay, okay. NC-17. There. You happy?
CLASSIFICATION: V/MSR (what else is there????)
SPOILERS: Nada
DISTRIBUTION: Anywhere and everywhere as long as my name, email and
disclaimer stay
firmly attached and the story isn't altered in any way. Thankyou :)
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<I will not beg, I will not beg....>
SUMMARY: A storm brings our two favorite agents together....
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(1/1)

She loved the sound of the wind.

As she lay awake in her hotel room, she could hear the soft soughing of
the wind outside her window. It was the kind of wind that promised a
storm was coming, and Dana Scully also loved storms.

Once, when she was a little child, she had been utterly terrified of the
thunder and lightning and pounding rain of a fierce thunder storm. That
was until one night, when her mother had come into her room during the
middle of a storm, and taken her outside onto the covered porch.
Sitting a terrified Dana in her lap, snugly bundled up in a dark-green
woven blanket, she had whispered soothing words into her daughters ears,
smoothing her gentle hand along the little girls forehead. After a
time, the drumming of the rain, and the occasional flash of lightning
had started to become a beautiful thing to the little girl, and she had
delighted in the savage beauty, and the unrelenting rhythms.

She drifted off to sleep in her mothers arms, and from that day forward,
she caught her breath at the sound of the wind that told her that a storm 
was coming.

Like it did now.

Unable to sleep, she gently slipped out of bed, grabbing her blanket and
pillow on the way. She was delighted that, for once, they had been lucky
enough to find a cheap hotel that had private balconies for the adjoined
rooms that looked outwards over the sea. The sea! What a wonderful
stroke of luck.

She made her way over to the door that led to the balcony, and pulled it
open slowly, so as not to awaken anybody, most of all her slumbering
partner. She paused for a moment,
closing her eyes and breathing deeply to absorb the distinctive sea air,
before stepping out onto the small balcony.

Scully got the surprise of her life when her eyes settled on the dark
bundle sitting on the floor with it's back against the wall, and
unusually serene eyes under a dark shock of hair that were staring right
at her.

"Mulder."

His reply was a soft smile and a hand patting the floor next to him.
She smiled in return and made her way over to him, feeling suddenly
self-conscious in the plain white shirt and panties that she wore. He
noticed her slight blush and accordingly raked his eyes over every
square centimetre of bare flesh, his eyes seeming to blaze a trail from
the tip of her toes to the top of her head.

He once again raised his eyes to hers and gave her a lewd grin and
wiggling eyebrows, comforting her in the only way he knew how, by making 
a joke of it. As she sat down, she playfully swatted his arm, and was 
rewarded with a slow chuckle that turned her insides to molten liquid, 
and caused her chest to constrict painfully, making speech difficult.

She made herself comfortable against the wall before speaking again.

"What are you doing out here?"

He looked out over the sea as he answered her.

"The same thing as you," his eyes quickly turned to hers, seeming black
in the near darkness. "Waiting for the storm."

He held her gaze and seemingly on cue, a simultaneous flash and peal of
thunder told them that the storm had arrived. As the rain began to pour
down, they contemplated each other in the brief flashes of lighting,
each searching the others face, for what, they did not know. After a
while they turned back to the storm, watching the clouds and the sea, as
it was whipped up to a churning mass by the rushing wind.

For some reason, Scully was not surprised, nor did she object, when
Mulder gently placed his arms around her, pulling her closer, so that 
her arms were around him, her legs were resting over his and her head 
was on his shoulder. It seemed right that they comfort each other like 
that, cocooned in their blankets, protected from the outside world. 
Together in a place that seemed as though no-one could touch them.

It seemed as though they sat there for eternity, basking in the nearness
and the warmth of each other. Mulders hand lightly stroking her outer
thigh, as hers toyed with the hair at the base of his neck, they never
stopped to think about what they were doing, so absorbed were they in
the rhythms of the storm and each others breath.

As the wind increased in speed, so did their need for each other.
Scullys eyes were closed when Mulder shifted slightly under her, and the
next thing she felt was the warmth of his lips upon hers. She drew in a
small gasp and her eyes opened to find him watching her intently,
waiting for her to make the next move. Her thoughts whirled about in a
maelstrom. We shouldn't do this...but I want to...they'll use this
against us...but we need this. The storm within her raged fiercely, the
reasons pro and con whirling around in a hurricane.

Then it all stopped, and she suddenly saw things with a perfect
clarity. What she saw was the most gentle, compassionate, driven,
adorable, handsome, loving and sexy man in her universe staring at her
with unadulterated lust in his eyes, and she thought no more. The
decision was made for her.

So she leaned forward and captured his lips with her own, and they began
to hungrily explore each other. Beneath the blankets, their hands moved
rhythmically, smoothing over skin, lingering on scars, pushing away
clothing until only skin lay between them. Their moans and gasps were
almost hidden by the sound of the wind as they found their wanton
pleasure with each other. Eventually, Scully moved back from him and
got up onto her knees, straddling him. As she stopped, poised above him,
she regarded his dreamy look and a smile of sheer joy appeared on her
face.

His expression changed to wonder as his hand lifted to touch her face.
"Why are you smiling like that. I've never seen that smile before...."

He was silenced as she lowered onto him, watching his eyes close as his
head tilted back against the wall. She lent into him and whispered in 
his ear.

"This is your smile. This is how you make me feel."

A sob of happiness escaped him, and she covered his mouth with hers,
beginning to slowly rock her hips. They ground against each other, the 
intensity of their lovemaking increasing with the intensity of the storm, 
until they were crying out each others names into the night, gripping 
each other fiercely as they rode out the passion of their union, their 
hands surrounding each other until they stilled, gasping into each others
necks.

When their breathing had quieted, Mulder slowly reached around Scully,
grasping the blankets that had slipped off her during their coupling. He 
pulled it tight over them, keeping their body heat in as the storm continued 
to rage around them. She raised her head from his shoulder, catching his
eyes. Something in the gaze had changed, it was unfathomable,
unknowable.... and perfect. They smiled, a love hidden and suddenly
awakened shining between them as she lowered her head back to his chest,
and turned her eyes back to the storm. Then they sat, watching the
storm, whispering to each other.

For the first time content just to be together.

End.
The G-Woman.