TITLE: Want and Need (1/1) AUTHOR: R Hartmann EMAIL ADDRESS: coolbeansh@email.msn.com DISTRIBUTION STATEMENT: Its all good! SPOILER WARNING: what's a little fluff between friends? RATING: Mostly harmless (two bad words) CONTENT WARNING: UST CLASSIFICATION: MSR/UST SUMMARY: What's the difference? AUTHOR NOTES: Besides a juicy nectarine, I enjoy bologna. DISCLAIMER: Blah blah, not mine, blah blah blah. Want and Need "Do two people experience sexual attraction because of familiarity or because of some inexplicable, some unforeseen force that draws the two together, despite common or personal interests?" Mulder looked up at Scully with a frozen expression on his face. A limp noodle from his spaghetti dangled from his mouth. Its express trip into his mouth stopped at his dinner partners sudden frankness. He stared at her with his hazel eyes and after a moment, slurped the rest of his noodle inward. Clearing his throat, "I'm sorry, what?" "Why is it that a man and woman, any man or woman when paired together for any reason will feel that recognizable tug of sexual want?" Scully had rested her fork at the side of her dish and placed her chin in her right hand. Her elbow propped up on the table, with her other hand she caressed the bare skin of her forearm. She had taken off her jacket and hung it neatly behind her and it exposed the bare, white skin of Dana Scully. He had managed, up to this point to direct his manly interest from her to his dinner only to be sidetracked. Scully could see that she caught him off guard, but the predator in her ignored it. She was truly focused on her sudden thought. Actually, sudden wouldn't be the correct word. Constant would be closer to correct. She asked again, "Would you know why that is, Mulder?" His eyebrows crinkled forward. Mulder reached for his napkin and dabbed the sauce off his lips. With a deep sigh he leaned forward and said, "I'm sorry, what?" "What part did you not understand?" She couldn't help but smile. "I think I lost you at 'do two people experience sexual' and then it's a blur." Mulder smiled a sloppy grin. "What brings this up suddenly?" "Have you ever noticed it?" ‘Noticed it? I live it’, he thought immediately to himself. "What part are you questioning? The inevitable sexual attraction or the legitimacy of it?" That caught Scully off guard. Both her eyebrows perched up, "The legitimacy? What's the difference?" "Oooh, big difference." He smiled again. "Let's say, hypothetically, specifically two people." "Fine." He shifted in his seat and started slowly. "You make it sound like the attraction between two people is more like horniness, not just natural chemistry." "Wouldn't it just be because of close quarters and hormones?" "I don't dispute that." "You don't dispute which part?" "The validity of emotions between two people." "I never said anything about emotions." Mulder flinched back, "You don't think emotion has anything to do with attraction?" Scully shrugged. "You don't think attraction can turn into something else with time?" "How much time?" "Enough time." Mulder leaned back in. "A couple of days, a couple of minutes." "What can possible change lust into love in a couple of minutes? Love into lust maybe, but vice versa?" "Physical touch." "I see that having more of a reversal effect." "Not that kind of touching." Scully saw the ledge and decided, ‘what the hell’. "Like the way you touch me?" "Exactly like the way I touch you." ‘What the hell indeed’, she thought. They sat quietly for several minutes. Mulder reached forward with one hand and let it lay in the middle of the table. No requests in it, he just gently laid it there. Scully looked at it for a moment and then back to his face, into his dark green eyes. "Is that how you differentiate between love and lust?" "No, more like the difference between want and need." With that he smiled and picked up his fork again, dipping it into the noodles. Scully watched him capture some noodles and raise the prize to his mouth His mouth. Want and need. "That's interesting, Mulder." He chuckled at her statement but continued eating. END Part 1 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ TITLE: Want and Need II (1/1) AUTHOR: ROz H EMAIL ADDRESS: coolbeansh@email.msn.com DISTRIBUTION STATEMENT: Its all good! SPOILER WARNING: Arcadia, sixth season RATING: PGish CLASSIFICATION: MSR/UST SUMMARY: Sequel to Want and Need AUTHOR NOTES: I figured, what the hell. I'll build up to mind blowing sex...its what we all want anyway. And is that so wrong? DISCLAIMER: Blah blah, not mine, blah blah blah. Want and Need II Is that how you differentiate between love and lust?" "No, more like the difference between want and need." With that he smiled and picked up his fork again, dipping it into the noodles. Scully watched him capture some noodles and raise the prize to his mouth. His mouth. Wants and needs. "That's interesting, Mulder." He chuckled at her statement but continued eating. Scully watched him for a moment longer before deciding to pick up her fork and continue eating her lasagna. Mulder glanced up into her lovely face and he saw the hint of a smile still nestled softly at the corner of her pouting red mouth. Disappointment flushed across his shoulders. He had hoped she would continue the conversation and try to draw more out of him, but it looked like it was up to him. "Is it my theory or my tactics that are interesting?" Scully looked back up to see Mulder staring intently at her, his fork in hand and a smile playing across his face. It was the same kind of smile he gave her that night at Arcadia Falls as he rubbed the spot next to him on the mattress, inviting her to stay for a while. This was getting dangerous, but damned if it wasn't fun. "Your theories are always interesting, Mulder." The smile widened and he chuckled again. "But what about this one?" "Your theory involves more emotion between two people than I think is probable." "Why is that?" "My point of all this was: is that sexual attraction real or just something that is almost, I don't know, assumed? He's a man, she's a woman, and they should want each other. Is that sexual want real?" "I think its more than real, I think its tangible." "Ah ha, that touching thing again. I had you pegged with an oral fixation." He laughed openly to that. He was enjoying their conversation, as he shifted in his seat, he could feel he was enjoying this conversation. "Who are we talking about, Scully?" Her eyebrow cocked up *no pun intended*, "What?" "Well, can we use an example?" She felt her throat close up. In just above a whisper, "Who, like, you and me?" "No, more like David and Maddie." Her head jerked back in confusion. "Who?" "David and Maddie. Moonlighting Detective agency? Circa late 80's. The whole show basically revolved around their sexual bantering, and if they'd ever get together." "Oh." She shook her head. "I get you." "Now that was painful sexual attraction. And not just because they worked together." "But you know how it ends." "That's not what we're talking about." "Its pertinent. They couldn't hold it together and be professional once they crossed that line." "Maybe they're not a good example." "No, now look at the dynamics of their relationship. They're partners. They become good friends and then that attraction that was there because intensified because it is reciprocated on both ends. It becomes more than physical." Mulder smiled, "That's my point. It wasn't just nature, it was chemistry. It took a little time but there was something there." "Not enough though." Scully's eyes narrowed. "It wasn't enough at the end." "I think that was the writers fault, not theirs. If that had been real life, it would've worked out." She shook her head. "It would work out with us." Her head stopped, mid shake. "How's that?" she asked. "Well, if you and…if we crossed that line, I think it would be ok. I think it would be good." Mulder looked into her blue eyes, not quite sure of what exactly he was implying, but he went with it anyway. *Here we go again*, she thought. "Would it?" Mulder's spaghetti was all but gone. Scully looked down at her plate and then slowly pushed it away. With that Mulder signaled for the bill and settled it. With a nod from the waiter, Mulder stood up and reached for Scully's jacket. Standing she slowly put her arms through the proffered jacket sleeves and shrugged on her jacket. Turning to look up at Mulder he hooked out his arm and smiled. "Come on." Walking out into the night Scully waited. With her lips pursed she waited. Without looking at Mulder once, she waited for him to say something because this conversation had gone a little passed what she had planned. He'd have to keep it going. He did not disappoint her. "And what about my tactics?" She finally looked at him. "I thought you were just being polite when you touched me. I didn't realize they were tactics." "That's just one way to put them." "You've categorized them?" "Right," he chuckled, "today I did 4 touches from column B and my offering my arm is from column C." "So what is the difference between want and need?" she asked softly. He took a deep breath and looked around for a moment. He then turned and stopped her by placing a hand on her shoulder. "This is need. Touching you for security, companionship. Helping you through the door while touching the small of your back calms me. That fact that you never objected to it soothes me even more. Its routine." His hand now strayed to her face, cupping the side of it, feeling its warmth. His expression changed from a warm smile to a tight almost pained expression. He saw the immediate concern in her eyes. "This is want, Scully. And for me want is not pleasant." He took his hand away and shoved both into his pockets. "Want for me the feeling of contact with your bare skin, Scully. It's always brief but exquisite. The feeling of your touch and the look in your eyes when I do it stays with me long after its over. Want is usually for what I can't have, but it's a pain I'd rather live for, than without." "Mulder." She didn't know what else to say. He shut his eyes for a moment and when he opened them again, the small smile had returned. "That's the difference between want and need, Scully." He checked his watch: FRI 11:21 p.m. it read. "Hey, have a nice weekend, Scully." And with that he stepped off the curb and hailed a cab. As a yellow cab pulled over and Mulder opened the door she spoke. "Hey Mulder." He turned back to her with his sloppy half grin. She walked up to him and pulled him back to the curb. She quickly encircled his waist and gave him a profoundly warm and tight hug. "Good night, Mulder." He reached down and hugged her tightly back, his nose burying into her hair as he inhaled deeply. "Good night, Scully," and kissed the top of her head quickly. He disengaged himself and stepped into the cab. Scully couldn't describe the feeling she got as she watched Mulder's cab pull away. All she knew is that it hurt, but a nice kind of hurt. END Part 2 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ TITLE: Want and Need III (1/1) AUTHOR: ROz H EMAIL ADDRESS: coolbeansh@email.msn.com DISTRIBUTION STATEMENT: Its all good! SPOILER WARNING: Small ones up to FTF. RATING: R for language CLASSIFICATION: MSR/UST SUMMARY: Sequel to Want and Need II AUTHOR NOTES: This is getting to be more fun than roller- skating! Any feedback is appreciated. DISCLAIMER: Blah blah, not mine, blah blah blah. Want and Need III Monday 10:13 a.m. Hoover Building – Basement Scully sat at her desk in their basement office with her chin in her hands and her elbows propped up on the table. She was unconsciously tracing the area on her cheek where Mulder had touched her just the other night. She was however, consciously thinking of Mulder just as he opened the office door to let himself in. "Morning," he said with a smile that betrayed nothing to Scully's displeasure. She smiled back as she watched him take off his over coat and hang it up. He looked at her as he walked a couple paces to his desk. "Scully?" Her eyebrows perked up. "Did you have a nice weekend?" She shrugged. Her expression changed to question him silently about his weekend. He shrugged, "nothing much. Little this, little that." 'O' she mouthed, but continued to stare. "Scully?" The eyebrows again. He shifted uncomfortably under her direct stare. "Was there something you wanted to ask me?" She stuck her lips out in thought and shrugged out of her seat and walked over to his desk. Scully leaned against the desk and crossed her arms. "I was thinking." "Really?" He smiled. "About the other night." She watched the flush come up his neck and into his cheeks. "Are you angry?" "No." He relaxed. "Just curious about something." He tensed again. "I understand your take on the attraction theory we were discussing, but something else occurred to me." She reached her hands behind her and slid slowly onto the desk. It was at this point that Mulder became acutely aware of his partner's ensemble that morning. She wore black, which made her look strong but delicious, at least that's what he always thought. The jacket was the type with only three buttons straight from the top and stops mid section, just above her the waistline of her matching skirt. Which was slowly but surely picked out and worn today for her predatory move onto his desk. At least that's what he hoped. He could not help but look down and see a small, but noticeable slit on the side near her left knee. And that's when Mulder sighed deeply. She wasn't wearing nylons. "Sweet Jesus," he mumbled softly. "What Mulder?" His now dark hazel eyes snapped up and looked into her blue ones. "I said what's that?" That is definitely not what she heard, but again the predator in her let it slide, for now. "We've been partners for some time now." "Yes we have." "And on several occasions I have thought about what seems to be on other people's minds." "And what would that be?" He was trying to hold on to whatever slight grip he had on his armrests, but it was becoming increasingly difficult. In approximately five seconds he was going to touch her leg, just to see if it was as soft as he dreamed it would be. "Why we aren't sleeping together?" That caught him completely off guard. His body had tensed up into a little ball practically but as soon as the words left her mouth and penetrated his testosterone filled cranium he crumbled. "Sleeping together?" "Yes." "I don't think it's ever come up." He smiled awkwardly. "The issue I mean." "Everyone assumes we are." "Do they?" He had heard that, but never talked to her about it. There were some conversations you don't have in public, but preferably in bed. He had hoped to be discussing this with her naked, on top of her. But beggars can't be choosers. "Why aren't we then?" He asked. She crossed her legs, causing the slit to move up two inches. "I have a theory on that." "Oh," he strangled out, "do you?" He hated that he was reduced to a quivering mass of hormones when talking to her in this proximity. Professionalism was rapidly flying out the window and apparently into wanton sex's arms. "Typically with sexual attraction comes physical touch, we've established that. But why is it that as healthy heterosexuals we feel the need for sex. Kissing, touching, fucking?" He was not hearing this. She had to be doing this on purpose. "So you've wondered how come we're not fucking, Scully?" Something in him snapped. His face was warm, although not as warm as all points south of there. He was currently sporting a potentially lethal hard-on and Dana Katherine Scully was talking dirty to him. A warm, almost fuzzy calm washed over him. Adolescent Mulder has left the building. Hail, hail, the king lives. His words got her just then. She could practically feel her eyes dilate with arousal. She had thought about fucking him. Fucking him senseless and with such reckless abandonment she was sure to receive jail time. "Don't you ever wonder why, Mulder? I mean, I know why we haven't." "Why haven't we been fucking, Scully?" He was taking almost insane pleasure saying that word to her. He nearly giggled with delight. "At least, why you haven't been fucking me?" Insert huge shit eating grin here. "There's the unspoken rule of fraternization, that's a given. Of course restraint like that tends to strengthen…." He interrupted her, "The ties that bind, Scully?" "Right." She smiled demurely. "Keeping each other at arms length I think strengthened our friendship, our partnership." "And it's that self restraint that's making this conversation a helluva lot more interesting." "Right." "Right." They sat there quietly for a moment. Mulder rested his chin in his left hand, the hand closest to Scully. He managed not to touch her in the process knowing that would be his undoing if he touched her now. He'd give anything to reach up her skirt, feeling the softness of her inner thigh, but instead he wallowed in that sweet pain of want. "Scully?" He asked quietly. Her heart leaped into her throat. He wasn't sure, but he thought he saw her shiver just then. He reached out and touched the hem of her jacket, fingering it softly. His eyes were cast downward seemingly taken with the stitching of the cloth. He looked back up at her with his eyes half closed and quietly said, "Have you ever been in love, Scully?" "Hundreds of times." His fingers stopped moving. She saw the confusion on his face and had to smile. "I bet you want me to explain." "Just to clarify." 'Every time you touch me I fall in love Mulder. Every time you smile, I know it's just for me and only for me, I fall in love. When you crossed the earth to find me, I fell in love. When you held me close in that hallway where I thought my cancer would take me, reassuring me with your friendship and love, when you fought for my life time and time again, I fell in love. When you look at me every single time, I fall in love, Mulder.' That's what she wanted to tell him, that and that she wanted the taste of his lips on her mouth. But she didn't, instead she said, "Falling in love for me is just that, the sensation of falling. It's easy Mulder. It doesn't take much. Staying in love is another thing. Does that make sense?" He shook his head. "Have you been in love?" "Of course." "Are you in love now?" She held her breath. Mulder looked at her with the most intense, sincere and erotic look she had ever seen. Again, in that low 'come hither' voice he rumbled, "Yes, Scully. I am." END part three ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ TITLE: Want and Need IV(1/1) AUTHOR: ROz H EMAIL ADDRESS: coolbeansh@email.msn.com DISTRIBUTION STATEMENT: Its all good! Just let me know. SPOILER WARNING: what's a little fluff between friends? RATING: Rish CLASSIFICATION: MSR/UST SUMMARY: Sequel to Want and Need III AUTHOR NOTES: I hope everyone is enjoying...I sure as hell am! DISCLAIMER: Blah blah, not mine, blah blah blah. Want and Need IV 'Every time you touch me I fall in love Mulder. Every time you smile, I know it's just for me and only for me, I fall in love. When you crossed the earth to find me, I fell in love. When you held me close in that hallway where I thought my cancer would take me, reassuring me with your friendship and love, when you fought for my life time and time again, I fell in love. When you look at me every single time, I fall in love, Mulder.' That's what she wanted to tell him, that and that she wanted the taste of his lips on her mouth. But she didn't, instead she said, "Falling in love for me is just that, the sensation of falling. It's easy Mulder. It doesn't take much. Staying in love is another thing. Does that make sense?" He shook his head. "Have you been in love?" "Of course." "Are you in love now?" She held her breath. Mulder looked at her with the most intense, sincere and erotic look she had ever seen. Again, in that low 'come hither' voice he rumbled, "Yes, Scully. I am." Now, they both had to admit it, they were in some precarious waters now. It was either act, or be acted upon, in either case it didn't matter. Scully wanted very badly for Mulder to touch her. Not just her clothing, but her bare skin. The want in her had reared its ugly head and was doing terrible things to her chest, more specifically her heart. Never had she so badly wanted to feel his touch, but Christ, half the fun was getting there. Much to Mulder's dismay Scully slid slowly back off the desk. In the process it hiked her skirt up to painful proportions, more painful for him in the southern region. She was going to prolong it. He could not help but smile; he was enjoying this discussion of theirs, more than he'd ever admit to anyone but hopefully her, or rather on top of her. Scully cleared her throat, rising Mulder out of his musings. "Mulder?" "Hmm?" He barely knew his name at this point so grunting sounds were all he could manage. "Thanks for your insight." "Uh-hmm." He shook his head slightly, trying to get back some of the blood from offending parts of his anatomy. "Let me know if there's anything else. At all. Scully. That I can answer. Or do to you, for you! Do for you." He squeezed his eyes shut. 'Jesus I'm a freak,' he thought to himself. "Right." She said. "Right." He turned back to his desk and started the workday. Tuesday - 9:13 p.m. A small hotel in the middle of Nowhere, Kansas. Despite that fact that he had been doing this years longer than Scully, it still amazed him how one second he'd be in the boring solitude of the basement and then the next he'd be in the middle of nowhere. Literally. In the quiet darkness of their adjoining rooms, Agent Scully and Agent Mulder lay on their beds each thinking they're own deep thoughts. Mulder had no sooner slipped into the firm queen sized bed that he had forgotten the case they were there on. It seemed like another X file, but for some reason who couldn't focus on it. The only thought that could come to him was the undeniable fact that his red headed partner was lying on an identical bed, just on the other side of the ridiculously thin wall. He ran his hands over his face and tried to get the image of her on his desk back into his mind. He wanted to remember every curve of her body, the crease of her jacket and every freckle on her petite legs. Mulder closed his eyes and smiled. On the other side of frustration lay Dana Scully. She was clean and fresh from the shower and wearing absolutely nothing. The feel of the starched sheet on her bare skin made her think of Mulder's hands. When he held her face caressing her with its warmth and how she could feel his fingers through the fabric of her skirt as he gently played with the hem of her jacket. She tried to capture every single touch he had blessed her with, trying to remember the soft wave of desire when he stood close to her. She could feel that desire now knowing he was just on the other side of the wall. She reached her hand up over her head and touched the wall between them. Mulder sighed deeply and suddenly felt a tingle on his neck. He could almost feel the touch of her body, the singularly exhilarating touch of her hands. He placed a flat palm on the wall above him. Unbeknownst to both desire-weakened agents, the only thing separating their hands was the same wall. Mulder sat up suddenly and turned to it. She was right there. The want in him had reached titanic proportions and it threatened to suffocate him. Never had it been so painful, so erotic. He turned and faced the wall, imagining Scully on the other side and he gently leaned against it, pressing his now hot skin against the cold surface of the wall. Scully had sat up on her knees and leaned her bare back against the wall. Reaching her arms straight up she laid her hands palm down against the wall, running them slowly down in an arch like an angel. Her hair tangled beneath the slowly movement of her head as she turned it to the side and pressed her cheek against what she fantasized was Mulder's muscular chest. Mulder closed his eyes again and in his mind's eye the wall disappeared. He could feel her body pressed up against his, her back to him. He reached out and felt the blessedly hot skin of Dana Scully. The roundness of her shoulders shivered at his touch as he ran his long fingers down her arms, reaching for her hands. Dana could feel the breadth of his chest wrapped around her. The cold wall disappeared and was replaced by the soft breathing of Fox Mulder. His hands ran down her shoulders and captured her fingers, weaving them together. She could feel his breath on her neck as he lowered his mouth onto her skin. Scully could help but gasp at the phantom kiss. Mulder's eyes opened at the sound. Sudden realization of her body pressed up against the wall hit him like a jackhammer. She was close enough not only to feel her presence, but hear her small gasp. God bless the Sleep-O-Rama for having cheap walls. He pressed his lips against the wall and murmured, "Scully." She jumped at her name. She was sure it was his voice. Turning to face the wall, her peaches and cream nipples pressed against the surface she answered. "Mulder." She pressed her soft lips against the barrier. Suddenly she couldn't feel him anymore. Fear hit her like a train. He was at his connecting door. Mulder wasn't aware of what he was doing till he was at his connecting door with his hand on the handle. He willed her to come to the door. Scully slid from the bed and walked slowly to the door. He was there and she could feel him. She could feel the want through the door, his mingling with hers. The knot in her stomach rose up into her chest, making her breathing raspy and difficult. Again she pressed her body against what she hoped was Mulder on the other side. Mulder was about to tear the hinges off the door. She was there, he could feel her through this door and he wanted to touch her. Mulder turned his head, back to the small desk where his jacket lay. Scully was about to turn the handle to the connecting door when her cell phone rang, breaking whatever spell that was over her. Shaking her head, it took her a moment to come back to reality. Turning back to the door she realized she couldn't' feel him there anymore. Breaking away and taking her hand from the handle she backed up and turned to her phone next to her. It was lying next to the room phone. Picking it up and sitting on the bed she answered, "Scully." "Did I wake you?" Mulder's voice. Her heart raced. It was time to dance. "Actually yeah." "You were?" He sounded surprised. "Where else would I be, Mulder?" 'Hopefully pressed up against the wall naked,' he thought. "Right." "Was there something you wanted to tell me?" He paused. "No”. It was more along the lines of showing her something. "You're just my security blanket, Scully. Just had to make sure you were there, I guess." "Ok, Lynus." He smiled. "I'm sorry, you go back to bed. I'll see you in the morning." Scully lay back on her bed and sighed quietly. "Alright Mulder. Try and get some sleep." "Right." He chuckled. Then he head a beep and the line went dead. "I doubt it." Wednesday - 8:03 am Nowhere, Kansas Mulder opened his connecting door and knocked on Scully's. His heart leapt for a moment remembering the night before. He waited a moment and then knocked again. Just then Scully opened the door. With a smile she let him in. "I'm just about done." She walked back across the room and into the bathroom. "I'm in no hurry, believe me." He walked in the room and looked towards her bed. It was crumpled and slept in. Mulder suddenly felt the need to sit down. He placed himself on the edge of the bed and then touched her pillow. He paused for a moment. He turned to check her progress in the bathroom. "Need any help?" She poked her head out of the bathroom, "I think I can manage, Mulder." And with that closed the bathroom door all the way. With a smile he turned back to the pillow. Taking it in his hand, he bent forward and inhaled deeply. It was covered in Scully scent. The smell waft over him like a warm blanket. He sighed deeply and closed his eyes. He inhaled deeply again, feeling want wash over him. Turning to put the pillow back his eyes strayed just above it, travelling up against the wall he had fantasized about her pressing her body against. Then suddenly his eyes caught it and his mouth dropped open. It wasn't but four feet up from the pillow. It was lipstick. And it was undeniably the shape of Scully's full, exquisite lips. END OF PART FOUR ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ TITLE: Want and Need V (1/1) AUTHOR: ROz H EMAIL ADDRESS: coolbeansh@email.msn.com DISTRIBUTION STATEMENT: It's all good! Just let me know. RATING: NC-17 (bring it on!) CLASSIFICATION: MSR/RST SUMMARY: Sequel to Want and Need IV AUTHOR NOTES: What's the sign say? It says, 'end of the road'. DISCLAIMER: Property of someone else. Want and Need V He walked in the room and looked towards her bed. It was crumpled and slept in. Mulder suddenly felt the need to sit down. He placed himself on the edge of the bed and then touched her pillow. He paused for a moment. He turned to check her progress in the bathroom. "Need any help?" She poked her head out of the bathroom, "I think I can manage, Mulder." And with that closed the bathroom door all the way. With a smile he turned back to the pillow. Taking it in his hand, he bent forward and inhaled deeply. It was covered in Scully scent. The smell wafted over him like a warm breeze. He sighed deeply and closed his eyes. He inhaled deeply again, feeling want wash over him. Turning to put the pillow back his eyes strayed just above it, travelling up against the wall he had fantasized her pressing her body against. Then suddenly his eyes caught it and his mouth dropped open. It wasn't but four feet up from the pillow. It was lipstick. And it was undeniably the shape of Scully's full, exquisite lips. Scully took one last look at her reflection in the mirror and took a deep breath. 'Why had it taken this long', she wondered. This March made 7 years and there had been only one time they had ever come close to expressing physically how they felt. Seven years of sexual innuendoes, seven years of flirting, seven very long, frustrating years of holding back. But there was something that stirred in her last night, something she couldn't deny or even try to understand. She had never wanted anyone as badly as she wanted Mulder last night. Scully 'knew' he was on the other side, feeling her through the wall. She could feel his hands on her shoulders, running his fingers down tickling her as they descended. She felt that kiss on her neck and she definitely heard him moan her name. It was something she had to hear again. And again. And again. Breathing deep and fast she shook her head. He was just outside the door in her motel room. She licked her moist lips. She needed that wanting part of her filled, and she wanted Mulder to fill her. Dana Scully closed her eyes, opened the door and walked out. "Mulder?" Silence. She opened her eyes and her jaw dropped. He was gone. She had left him sitting on her bed with a lazy smile on his face and now he was gone. "What the?" Then her cell phone rang. She immediately walked to it and answered it. “Scully." "Did you sleep well last night, Scully?" It was Mulder. "Mulder, where are you? I thought you were waiting…" "Did you sleep at all last night?" He paused. "Scully?" She spun slowly in a circle and then peeked into his room through the open connecting doors. He wasn't there. "Mulder?" "Or were you pressed up against the wall, Scully?" She choked on her gasp. Just then her eyes traveled to the infamous wall and right up to the incriminating, tell tale sign of her passion last night. She choked back a colorful expletive. Mulder chuckled. "You see it now, don't you?" "Oh Mulder." It was nothing if not a low, primal moan. Fox Mulder was sitting in their rental car. He had rolled up the windows and locked the car doors. His right was gripping the steering wheel, almost as hard as his left hand on his cell phone. He shuddered when she said his name. "Were you on the other side of that wall, Scully? Could you feel me want you through that wall…Scully?" He half groaned her name. "Do you want me as much as I want you, Scully?" Dana Scully sat slowly onto her bed. She reached up and pulled at a stray hair covering her eyes. What was this feeling coming over her? Why did she feel like running far away? Why at the same time did she curse Mulder for not asking her that question in person? Years she let herself ignore this side of what Mulder and her had. For years she wondered just what it would be like to hear him say her name like he did not seven times in the past three minutes. For years. It took seven years of waiting, countless rebukes to his flirting, and every painful moment of want for her to answer his question. She took a deep breath and licked her lips; "You couldn't possibly want me as much as I've wanted you." She paused and smiled a lewd smile and said the one thing, the one word she knew would be their undoing. She purred his name. "Mulder." He just about tore the steering wheel off its column. "Do you know what you do to me? Do you know that you're part of the reason I can't sleep at night? Do you know how it tears me up inside to think of you with someone other than me…even if only to get my attention, Scully?" She knew. "Mulder" she breathed into her phone, "where are you?" Scully unconsciously reached down and undid the single button of her suit jacket. "Sometimes I think about the curve of your neck and the little spot the pools between your collar bones, Scully. And I want to stick my tongue in that little pool." Scully groaned. There was no shame now. What ever happened, happened…it had been a long time coming. She undid the buttons of her blouse. "Sometimes when I'm looking over your shoulder at your desk, I resist the urge to grab a handful of that soft red hair and claim the soft sides of your neck with my mouth." Scully reached up with her free hand and touched the side of her neck. Then she slid it down the front of her slowly, opening up her shirt, revealing her lace bra. She laid herself back onto the bed. "But then sometimes I just want to push you up against the office door, hike up your skirt and fuck you senseless. I want you so much Scully I just want to tear you apart. I want to leave bite marks all over your breasts and bruises in between your thighs. And that's just with my mouth. Do you know what I'd do with my hands, Scully?" "Oh God, Mulder" she squeezed her eyes shut, "what would you do?" She had hiked her skirt up and pushed off her panties and nylons. With a delicately manicured finger Scully went to work on herself. First she'd fiercely rub her clit and then she'd reach up and pinch her nipple through her bra. "I’d do what you're doing now." Her eyes flew open and the cell phone dropped onto the bed by her head. Mulder was standing at the connecting doorway, cell phone in hand. He looked at her now, her legs open, her blouse undone and flushed with arousal for him. He smiled. "I'd do exactly what you're doing, Scully." Scully moved to get off the bed. With a solitary finger, raised swiftly he stopped her. She froze and with a modest blush she closed her legs. Mulder shook his head and nodded towards her legs again. "No, no," he said. With a small, predatory smile she opened them back up again. He took a couple steps towards her and stop right in front of her. Scully laid back on the bed, up on her elbows, watching with her piercing blue eyes. Mulder dropped his phone onto the bed next to hers. He then took off her overcoat and threw it next to her. A puff of air flew past her as it landed, causing several stray red hairs to cover her right eye. And then he slowly reached for his tie. He undid the knot and with one hand slowly pulled it off his neck and dropped it casually on the floor beside him. Scully watched the tie seemingly float down to the ground and then she flicked her eyes back up, but not all the way up. Her gaze stopped on the bulge in his pants. She waited seven years for this. She'd probably wait another seven for what treasures lay behind those pants. And then something occurred to her. "Mulder?" He had started to undo the buttons of his starched white shirt. His eyes had narrowed as he looked at her. One eyebrow came up in question. "You never asked me what I thought the difference between want and need was." Mulder undid his belt and pulled it out of its loops. It now lay next to the tie on the floor. "What's your theory on it, Scully?" One lazy finger went into her mouth for a moment and she sucked on it. Mulder paused, realizing just which finger it was. His expression turned greedy. "I've always needed you Mulder. But not as much as I wanted you, preferably in me." She smiled. "Mulder." She gave her finger a final lick and then pointed it at Mulder and with a slight curl, she beckoned him. He was already there. The End.