Note: My first fic ever. Please be kind.
Author: HappyTeacup
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Fox and Chris(I'm not worthy!)Carter own the X files and its
characters. I just use them as puppets in my own sick fantasies.
Feedback: Please! Its the only paycheck I get. zimmermann5@netzero.net
Summary: A trip to the great outdoors once again gives our agents more than
they bargained for.
Title: "Fever"
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A rivulet ran down one side of Scully's face and into the collar of her blue
rain slicker. It did little to protect her from the wind and rain that
pelted her as she walked behind her partner on the woodland path. He seemed
oblivious to the cold and damp.
"Mulder, we have been out here for hours, I am soaked to the bone, and you
have still not even told me why we are out here." Scully pulled the
slicker tighter around her. It was a pointless jesture, as water had
penitrated to every inch of her skin.
"Why Scully, wasn't it you that said it would be nice to get back to nature
and relax for a few days?" he said as he gave her his most boyish grin.
"Yeah, but I did not mean back to the nature of a fish! Lets go back,
Mulder. Its getting colder by the minute and the cabin is miles away." She
looked up at him hopefully.
Mulder tilted his head to look at her. "Ok, Scully," he said softly,
reaching a hand out to her. " I could use something warm to drink and some
dry clothes myself." She took his hand and he helped her over a moss
covered log that was stretched across the path. A snake slithered away
under the ferns nearby. Scully shuddered.
"Don't tell me a seasoned G-Woman like yourself is afraid of a little
snake?" He asked, knowing full well that she had been terrified of them even
as a child.
She glared at him, and stomped down the path, followed by his amused
chuckle.
Hours of rain, and falling temperatures had made the trail very muddy and
slick. Twice Scully stumbled only to be caught in her partner's steady arms.
The temptation to sink into his warmth was almost more than she could bear.
"How much farther do you think it is?" she said through chattering teeth.
"One mile, maybe two. Are you ok?" a look of concern flickered across his
face.
"I'll make it.", her quivering voice replied. Mulder was at her side in an
instant. Seeing the pink cheeks, and the bright glassiness of her eyes made
him realize that she was ill. He reached out a hand and touched her face.
"Scully!" he said as he felt the heat of her skin, "You're burning up!"
"I'm ok!" she protested as he swept her into his arms.
"No you're not." He said as he started down the trail. Already her head
was against his chest, eyes closed, lips parted.
Mulder carried her the rest of the way to the cabin. He fumbled with the
door, swearing under his breath when the latch resisted momentarily. He
kicked it open and carried Scully inside, shutting it behind him. He walked
over and set her on the old couch, wrapping her up in the Hudson Bay wool
blanket that was draped on the back of it. "Aw, Scully, why didn't you tell
me you were sick?" He brushed her hair from her brow. "I never should have
brought you here." He moved away to poke at the fireplace.
The fire was out, but the shelter from the wind and rain made him feel
warmer already. He quickly started a small fire. When it was crackling
merrily, he added larger logs, filling the room with light, and the sweet
smell of burning pitch. He turned back to his partner now, kneeling beside
her.
"Scully? I have to get you out of these wet clothes. Can you help me?"
"I can do it." She said, struggling to sit up. Mulder walked to the bedroom
to retrieve her napsack. When he returned, he found her fighting with the
wet sweater. She was breathing heavily, trying to get the neck opening over
her head. Mulder rushed over to help her lest she tumble off the couch and
onto the floor.
"Easy, Scully." He pulled the offending article of clothing over her head
and let it drop to the floor. " Rest and let me take care of you."
Scully's eyes darted wildly around and she reached for the blanket to cover
herself. "No Mulder, you can't..." she blushed.
Mulder gave her his most mischievious grin. "I promise not to peek.
Besides, I have already seen you Au Naturale." He laughed softly.
"Yeah, but this time I am not covered in alien goo." she tilted her head
back and gave a feeble smile. "Oh, I don't know Scully, alien goo sort of
suits you." He smiled at her attempt to hide her embarassment with humor.
He rummaged through her napsack for pajamas. He pulled out a plaid flannel
set and laid it by the fireplace to get warm. He divested her of her boots
and socks. "I am gonna have to get you off this couch, Scully. Its soaked.
I will be right back." He walked to the bedroom again and returned with a
sleeping bag, which he unzipped and laid in front of the fire. He quickly
removed her jeans and undergarments, careful to preserve her modesty as much
as possible. He picked up her damp, nude body and laid her on the sleeping
bag, pulling it around her. He then found a towel and dried her hair as
best he could. Carefully, with eyes on her face, he dressed her in the
flannel pajamas before picking her up, sleeping bag and all, and carrying
her back to her room.
The room was chill and dark. He laid his partner on the bed and lit the
small karosene heater. A tendril of smoke spiraled up into the air as it
ignited. He also lit the oil lamp that was mounted to the wall next to the
bed. It sparked to life, sputtered for a moment, and then glowed. Its soft
light bathed everything in a golden wash.
He walked to the other bedroom and returned with an armload of blankets and
another sleeping bag. Scully moaned and reached for him as he unwrapped her
from the sleeping bag and smoothed it flat on the bed. "No, Mulder, I'm
fr-freezing! Please..." She sagged back onto the bed. He swiftly covered
her with two soft comforters, and the other unzipped sleeping bag. He
touched her cheek, and was frightened by the heat that burned his hand.
Moving from the room he found his napsack and removed a pair of sweatpants
and a New York Yankees t-shirt, as well as his first aid kit. He dug
through it for the tablets to reduce Scully's fever. Finding those, he
scooped up his clothes, the medicine, and went to the drinking water jug.
He poured a cup for Scully.
He found his partner shivering violently and weeping softly, like a child.
"I need you to take these, Scully. I will help you sit up." He placed his
arm behind her shoulders and pulled her to sitting. "I'm cold!" she swatted
at the cup her friend was holding. "You have to take this if you want to
feel better." He easily avoided her flailing limbs. He put the pills in
her mouth and held the cup to her lips. "Drink it all Scully." She drained
the cup quickly, and he tucked her back into the covers. "Mulder, has anyone
ever told you what a pain in the butt you are?" she said, closing her eyes.
"Only you, Scully, only you. So often, I have come to see it as a term of
endearment." He leaned down and brushed her forhead with a chaste kiss.
Suddenly he became aware of his own discomfort. He glanced at Scully, and
realizing she was asleep, he stepped close to the heater to undress. His
sodden clothing fell in a heap on the bare wood of the floor. As he reached
for his dry clothes that were lying on the foot of the bed, he was startled
to find Scully's amused gaze focused on his body. He grabbed his clothes
and held them in front of himself. "No alien goo..." was all she said before
she drifted back into unconciousness... this time with a satisfied grin on
her face.
Mulder felt both embarassed and titilated. He mentally chastized himself as
he donned his dry clothes. In his exaustion he decided to forgo food and
drink, and made his way to the bed. One glance at the window revealed that
the rain had indeed turned to snow. The wind howled over the cabin and then
off through the trees as it drove pellets of ice into the window. *This is
not good* he thought to himself as he lowered the lamp to a faint flicker.
He decided not to extinguish it so that it would be easier to get up and
tend to Scully if she needed him. With a yawn of defeat, he slid into the
cozy nest next to his partner and friend. *I am not leaving her side.* He
thought as his worried look settled on her angelic face. "Sweet dreams,
little one." he whispered softly near her ear. She immediately snuggled her
back against him. He wrapped her up in his arms. Sleep claimed him before
he drew his next breath.
He awakened with a start. The wind was still screaming insults at the tiny
cabin. Frost has formed on the walls furthest from the karosene heater.
Scully was facing him now, pressed so tight to him he thought she was trying
to crawl inside him for warmth. Perspiration glittered on her face, and her
pajamas were damp. He felt her skin, and it seemed somewhat cooler. She
still shivered and whined about being cold.
Reluctantly he slid from beneath the warm covers, a difficult job with
Scully clawing to him and begging him to stay. "I'll be right back. I am
going to check on the fire." He went to the main room of the cabin, which
served as living area, dining area, and kitchen. He put more wood on the
fire, and stood for just a moment near its warmth. He then headed to the
kitchen area and lit the burner on the old cook stove. After setting the
kettle of water on to boil, he searched the tins in the box on the table and
found some tea. He walked back to the bedroom and had Scully take some more
medicine. When the kettle whistled he went back to the kitchen and made two
cups of tea. He added sugar and creamer to them, and carried them both back
to the bedroom.
"Drink this, Scully." he said, sitting on the edge of the bed. Her eyes
were large and glassy when she opened them and responded. "Thank you." She
accepted the mug and sipped tentatively. Mulder had already finished his.
"Mmmmm. Sweet. Just the way I like it." she looked foggily up at him. "Just
like you." she giggled, pleased with herself. Mulder's shocked expression
made way for a wide grin. She finished the tea and tried to get out of the
bed. Mulder stopped her. "Whoa, girl, you are not ready to be up and about
just yet." "But Mulder... I ... have to..." her voice trailed off, leaving
him to gather the meaning.
"Oh!" he frowned, trying to think of how he was going to take care of her
personal needs in this storm. "Well, we had best figure out a way to reach
the facilities then." He said with a cheerfulness he did not feel. " I will
be back in a sec." He looked out the back door of the lean-to that was the
back of the cabin. The outhouse was about 25 feet away. The snow stung his
face as he kicked the snow out of the door so he could close it.
"Ok Scully, this is gonna be interesting, but I have a plan." He pulled on a
pair of socks and boots, and put some on her too. He went to his napsack
and took out a hooded sweatshirt and pulled it over her head, right over the
pajamas. He pulled up the hood and tied the string tight under her chin.
"Ready for a ride?" he asked her as he wrapped her in the Hudson Bay blanket
that had since dried by the fire. He covered her completely, and carried
her like a baby from the cabin to the privy. He wretched open the door and
set her on her feet inside. "Can you do this yourself, or do you need
company?" he joked. " Its a two hole-er you know." Scully rolled her eyes.
"Shut up and close the door, Mulder." He laughed heartily. " I am just
outside the door if you change your mind."
As he carried her back to the cabin, she mumbled something about his being a
good friend. Her voice was muffled under the blanket.
He removed the sweatshirt and boots and tucked her back into bed. She
gripped his neck and would not let go. "Scully, let go. Its ok." She
protested as he tried to untangle himself from her. "I want you here with
me. I need you." Her eyes pleaded with him. "Scully, I just need to take
off my boots. OK?" She let go. He took off the boots and jacket and
crawled back under the covers. Even with the heater going the room was
frigid.
"Ok, Scully. I am here. Go to sleep." She rolled over and clung to him.
"Thank you for taking care of me." She promptly began snoring into his
chest. "My pleasure, Scully." he said softly into her hair.
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He dreamed of her. Soft hands touched his hair, his face. His lips were
caressed by whispered words, just before her lips touched his. He was
wakened by his own throaty moan of surrender, and realized that it had not
been merely a dream.
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"No Scully, you don't know what you are doing. You're sick." He tasted her
one more time before pushing her gently away. Her eyes were veiled with
auburn lashes, liquid and sultry. "I know exactly what I am doing." she
said thickly. He could see that the fever was raging still. "You are such a
cutie!" she giggled, then fell back to the blankets. She was asleep before
Mulder could bring up the covers.
"Scully, you do suprise me." He said to himself as he left the bed and
proceeded to the kitchen. More tea, and medicine for his girl. He stopped
in mid stride as he thought about that. His girl. A smile spread across
his face as he finished his task, hoping beyond hope that someday it would
be so.
After giving her the medicine and tea, he tucked her in and went to the
lean-to. He put on his boots and jacket, and went out in the storm to bring
in more wood from the woodpile. Once that task was finished he fixed
himself a bowl of soup. He floated crackers in it and pushed them around
with his spoon as he thought over the situation.
It was hard not to think about her kisses.
*She is so beautiful. So strong. So alive. She is everything I could hope
for in a mate.* He frowned, then smiled at his thoughts. "Scully, someday I
will make you see that loving me wouldn't be so bad." He said quietly to
his soup. He finished his meal and went back to Scully. He fed her a few
spoonfuls of the chicken broth from the soup. When she was at rest again,
he sat on the other side of the bed and watched her sleep.
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She dreamed of him.
Strong hands pressing her close to him. One at the back of her neck, one on
the small of her back. His excitement was evident as he moved his pelvis
against her. His soft, full lips grazed her cheek, her temple, her ear...*oh
God!* she thought, *If he doesn't stop I will burst into flames! But if he
does stop, I will surely die!* His lips moved to her neck. She let her
head roll back to grant him better access. She moaned, and pleaded with him
to cease the torment. Her hands crept under his shirt to stroke his bare
skin, lingering on the hardened buds of his nipples. He made a noise deep
in his chest. Suddenly he stopped her, and held her close to him, nearly
crushing her. "Not yet, Scully." He said, his voice tortured. "I won't take
advantage of you in this state." He kissed her deeply, as if trying to
imprint the image on his mind. "I love you, Scully." His voice was high and
breathy, and soft as velvet. "I love you too, Mulder."
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Mulder jumped at the sound of her whimpers. *She must be cold again* he
surmised. He slid in beside her and wrapped her in his arms, one hand at
her neck and one on the small of her back. He groaned. *Scully, you're
killing me.* He felt himself grow hard, and involentarily pressed himself to
her for a moment. He kissed her cheek, her temple, her ear, whispering
words of love and comfort. "I am here, Scully. I won't leave you. I'll
keep you warm. I'll take care of you." He buried his face in her neck, and
kissed her there too. "Please," she mumbled, "please!" Misunderstanding, he
thought she was still feeling chilled, and began to rub his hands up and
down her back to warm her. A shock went through him when he felt her small
hands slide under his shirt to stroke his chest. An animal sound rose from
within him when she touched his nipples. *I have to stop this!* reason
returned to him. He grabbed her hands, and pressed them to his heart. "Not
yet, Scully." his tormented voice wavered. "I won't take advantae of you in
this state." His hand stole behind her neck and drew her towards him for a
final kiss. He never wanted to forget the feeling of her passion. "I love
you, Scully." His voice was full of longing. " I love you too, Mulder." A
look of shock lept to his face as her words registered.
He closed his eyes and slowly drew in a breath. She was dreaming, she
didn't know what she was saying. A smile spread over his face when he
realized that she was dreaming of HIM. He opened his eyes to look on her
face, the face of the woman he had loved for so long. He was suprised to
find her staring intently at him. Her eyes were clear, and lucid, with no
sign of the fever that ravaged her for the past day.
He was afraid to speak. He was afraid to end this enchanted moment. Slowly
she reached up and touched his lips with her fingers. She then pressed her
fingertips to her own lips, and back to his.
It was his undoing. He clutched her to him and kissed her with all the pent
up passion he had carried inside. His tongue plunged deep into her mouth,
rejoicing in her response. She pressed her hands to both sides of his face
and kissed him back with desperation.
The feelings overwhelmed her. "Oh!" she pulled back to look into his eyes.
"Oh, Mulder!" Her voice was throaty, quivering with the emotions he saw in
her eyes. Tears shined in them, then spilled over to glide down her cheeks.
"What is it, Scully?" he tipped her face up to his when she would have
looked away.
"I am a coward." she sniffed, and he kissed a tear from her face. "Its been
so long, that I have denied my feelings, refused to tell you. Now here we
are, walking through a new door, and I am terrified that I won't know what
to do. I am afraid that I will stumble and fall on my face. I am afraid
that I will dissapoint you." She tilted her head to one side and looked up
through damp lashes.
The smile broke on his face like the sun breaks through the clouds. "Scully,
you could never dissapoint me. If you are afraid to walk through that door,
then I will carry you. I don't know what to do either, but we will do ok,
together. We always do."
His lips brushed hers and held them. He sighed, and deepened the kiss.
*God how I want her!* he was having trouble maintaining composure.
"Mulder? I..." she was suddenly feeling very shy. He understood immediately
and pulled her into his arms fiercely. She dug her fingers into his hair,
while he ran his hands under her pajama top along her spine. She shivered,
but from a different kind of fever this time. Thier lovers kiss was
endless...and they parted only long enough to pull his shirt over his head.
His tongue dipped again and again into her soft mouth, capturing her gasps,
and giving her his own. "Scully,Scully. Its been so long."
He was shaking with emotion. "I know, Mulder. I know." She kissed his brow,
and held his head to her breast. He unbuttoned the first two buttons on her
top, and buryed his face in the treasures he found there. He removed it and
tossed it aside. He cupped her breasts in his palms, kissing one rosy tip,
then the the other. She softly cried out when he took one nipple into his
mouth, sucking and nipping it gently. She wound her fingers into his hair,
pulling him tightly to her. He shifted and captured the other one in his
lips. She began to twist and thrash. He kissed his way down her stomach,
and slid her bottoms over her hips in one smooth movement. His tongue
plunged into the mound of curls he had revealed, causing her to tremble and
moan in delight. He spread her wide, tasting her again and again, as a
hummingbird drawn to nectar.
Her breath was coming in pants now. Reluctantly he pulled away, standing up
to quickly remove his sweatpants. He never took his eyes from hers as he
did so. *Lord she was beautiful! Lying there, fiery hair spread all around
her head like a halo, eyes wide and glistening, lips swollen and parted.*
Her body was bathed in the light from the oil lamp on the wall.
*Lord is he handsome.* She allowed her eyes to tour his chiseled body. The
sight of his arousal caused her to blush and smile.
"Come to me." She opened her arms and he rushed into them. She ran her
hands over his back, hips, and thighs, gripping his derierre on the way back
up. He was moving his hips in a rhythm against her thighs. She reached
down and captured his manhood in her hand, gently stroking him to insanity.
"Oh Scully, say the words. Tell me what you want me to do. Tell me!" He
moaned. He began to whisper in erotic detail what he had in mind for her.
Scully's whimpering cries told him she liked his ideas.
"Please! Mulder, Please!" She clawwed at him, stroked his body, kissed him
everywhere her lips could reach.
"Please, what?" He smiled, mischieviously.
"I want you inside me. Now." She bucked against him, begging for him with
her body and her words.
A low growl formed in his throat as he opened her thighs with his. "Look at
me, Scully." When she complied, he caught her gaze with his own, and slid
into her to the hilt. He thrilled at the way her pupils dilated, and the
astonished 'O' that formed on her lips. He kept her gaze as drove into her
again and again. She gripped his shoulders and dug in her nails. He clutched
her tightly, and in one move flipped over so that she was over him, still
joined. Her eyes registered suprise as he held her hips tightly and drove
up into her, still keeping her gaze. She started to whimper, then moan, and
when he leaned up to taste her breasts she screamed. His thrusts became
fast and intense. When he sensed that she was riding the razors edge, he
said, "I love you Scully." She came with such force that it scared her. He
continued thrusting deeply as she contracted in spasms around him. "I love
you, Fox Mulder." He pushed deep, and held her to him as he filled her with
his seed. They sank down on the bed together, exausted. This time it was
his turn to cry. "I was so lonely, until you came into my life."
"As was I, Love." She brushed his hair from his forhead and kissed a salty
tear.
They slept for a long time in each others embrace.
The next morning the storm ended, leaving the air sparkling and cold. They
sat on the couch in front of a roaring fire, drinking from mugs of hot
coffee.
"Mulder, you never did tell me what we were up here looking for." she
tipped her head in his direction and raised an eyebrow.
He looked at her and gave her that boyish grin again. "Nothing, actually. I
just wanted to spend some time with you in the woods. I found what I was
looking for, though." He winked at her.
Scully rolled her eyes and shrugged her hands skyward. Then she leaned in
and kissed him gently.
"Case Closed." she said as she leaned back against his chest and resumed
watching the flames.
END