TITLE: Wrong Verse 
AUTHOR: Denise Morgen 
EMAIL: meadora@hotmail.com 
CATEGORY: V, A, MSR, RST 
RATING: NC-17 for language and explicit sexual relations 
SUMMARY: Mulder makes the right move for the wrong 
reasons... 
SPOILERS: Milagro, One Father/Two Sons, Arcadia (i.e. 
season six in general before The Unnatural) 
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DISCLAIMER: The characters of Mulder, Scully and Diana are 
not mine. They are the property of Fox, 1013 productions and 
Chris Carter. No profit is being made and no infringement is 
intended. 
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story contains the revised 'Wrong 
Verse' and its sequel 'Right Song.' 
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Wrong Verse by Denise Morgen 

I never would've believed it, not in a million years. If you'd told 
me when I woke up this morning I would end the day in Dana 
Scully's arms I would've laughed in your face and then written 
you out a prescription for Thorazine to combat your obviously 
delusional state. 
But... 
But here I am, curled around her like she's my own personal 
teddy bear, warm and ensconced in her bed and her arms. 
Fuck. 
What am I going to do? 
I didn't mean for this to happen, I was trying to scare her off. 
After the mess with that asshole Padgett I'd been forced to 
come to terms with some very disturbing realizations. The 
foremost of those being that I'm hopelessly in love with Special 
Agent Dana Scully. 
Okay, so that REALLY wasn't much of a revelation, I've known 
it for a long time. Hell, I even told her once, even if she thought I 
was high at the time. And I was actually, but it wasn't the 
Demerol as much as the euphoria from our pseudo-kiss that 
she wouldn't have believed me about if I told her. But it was the 
realization that Scully might just be in love with me that kicked 
my ass. Actually, to tell the truth, I almost fell on my naked ass 
in the middle of a shower when it first occurred to me that I 
might've been who good old Phil had been referring to. Scully's 
in love with me, Dana's in love with ME...or at least there's the 
possibility that she might be. Un-Fucking-Believable. Followed 
closely on heels of this revelation was the thought: I have to get 
her the hell away from me. 
You see, bad things happen to people I love. 
Oh sure, I've tried to make her leave before, but my heart 
wasn't in it. She's become too important a part of my life to do 
without. But I can't be selfish anymore, there's too much at 
stake. Of course she's still the most important part of my 
existence, I already know I'm going to be an empty shell of 
myself without her. But look what's happened to her already: 
three months of her life stolen, robbed of a sister, a daughter, 
the possibility of more children, a normal life. And all of that was 
before she loved me, I'm sure of it. 
I came into work this morning strong in my convictions and 
ready to begin fully pushing her out of my life. It wasn't until I 
got settled comfortably in my chair with a cup of coffee and a 
pack of seeds that I realized I didn't have any idea how to do it. 
Looking back on my behavior these past few months, I realized 
being an asshole to her simply wouldn't cut it. Scully has seen 
my asshole side, hell let's just face it; I've been an unmitigated 
bastard pretty much all of this year and she hasn't left yet. If 
being a jerk worked, she would've told me to pound sand after 
that fiasco at the Gunmen's. 
My little reverie was broken by the brisk efficient sound of 
Scully's morning entrance. Glancing up the paperwork I'd 
supposedly been studying I watched her settle down at her desk 
with her morning rituals when suddenly it hit me: she was 
wearing The Suit. Yep, that's how I think of it, capital letters and 
all. The Suit. A sleek black Donna Karan that only barely 
pretends to adhere to dress code with a satin red shell peaking 
out underneath, drawing the eyes to the shadowy well of her 
cleavage. While trying not to blatantly stare at my partner's 
breasts suddenly it hit me: the perfect way to rattle her enough 
to make her go! The only time in the last year when she 
seemed seriously perturbed with me was that case in Arcadia! 
She barely managed to hide the flinch when I touched her, even 
though it endangered our cover! And Scully's too much a 
professional to allow something little like that to get in the way of 
her job, so it must've really bothered her! All I'd have to do is be 
even more um, intrusive than I normally was. Scully barely 
tolerates my regular constant forays into her personal space, 
let's see how she handles something me being more serious 
than leeringly playful in my flirtations. 
I couldn't have picked a better day to put my little plan into 
action. If I believed in god I would've thought that he approved 
of my strategy because Skinner called early on to demand that 
we turn in all of our delinquent reimbursement forms for the 
cases we've been on since recovering the X-Files. Did I 
mention we haven't DONE any reimbursement forms since we 
got back the X-Files? Needless to say, it was going to be a long 
day. 
I had no idea how long...staying glued to Scully's very 
curvaceous side had uh, shall we say, aggravated an existing 
condition. My only consolation was that it appeared to be 
affecting her as much as it was me. She even called me on my 
hovering with a sarcastic jab and a raised eyebrow but I derailed 
the argument quickly with the timely suggestion of dinner and a 
change of location. She seemed a little wary but agreed quickly 
enough when I offered to let her choose our dining fare. 
I know what you're thinking; not exactly the best plan in the 
world, huh? And you know, it never even occurred to me, not 
even in passing, that she might take me up on it...some 
psychologist I am. Especially coming as it did on the tail of the 
'Scully is in love with me' thought. Maybe I should start carrying 
a rock around in my pocket in lieu of an id card... 
So there we were, lounging on her couch after a dinner of 
Japanese takeout, practically surrounded by a sea of delinquent 
reimbursement forms. The warm sake and yakitori formed a 
potent combination that left me sated and drowsy so I loll 
happily on the couch as Scully fussed with the mound of papers 
on her side of the floor. I'm a little unclear on what exactly 
happened next but I think she asked me for a file. I must not 
have answered satisfactorily because the first thing I was aware 
of after dragging open my bleary eyes was the entrancing sight 
of Scully rising over me to reach the file on the back of the 
couch behind me. 
I didn't even attempt to fight the temptation; I just slid my hand 
up her neck, cupped my hand around her skull and brought her 
down to me. She stiffened momentarily in my embrace and I 
was certain that I'd succeeded. That is, until she moved to 
straddle my legs and pull me closer... 
Damn. I was lost. From the first sweet taste of her lips I knew it 
was all over, I didn't even have the strength of will to consider 
resisting. I'm surprised we made it to the bed we were so 
desperate for each other. And if I know my Scully, the first thing 
she'll do in the morning is clean up the clothes we left lying like 
a trail of bread crumbs in our haste to get to more comfortable 
surroundings. Hmmm...My Scully...oh god, it's too late-I'm 
gonna get her killed because now I can't let her go... 
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* 
I can feel Mulder tensing beneath me. I wonder what's going on 
in that fiendish little mind of his? I think I know his reasoning 
behind what he did yesterday, I just don't know why he felt it 
necessary. For that matter, I don't know why he thought it would 
work. I stuck with him through situations that would've driven 
anyone else insane, I don't know why he thought a physical 
expression of our love would be my downfall. 
He's brooding; I can't practically hear the little wheels turning in 
his over-active brain. He surprised the hell out of me yesterday, 
even though I was partly expecting it. Somehow the phantom 
caresses I'd fantasized melted like wax before the heat of his 
lips on my own and the hard planes of his chest beneath my 
hands. I think I surprised - actually forget that, I KNOW I 
shocked the hell out of him when I slid onto his lap. The way his 
eyes bugged out and his eyebrows tried to meet his hairline was 
just priceless. Rendering Mulder speechless is more fulfilling 
than a double mocha cappuccino on a windy day; too bad I was 
too busy taking inventory of his fillings to properly appreciate it... 
His heart has just kicked into overtime beneath my ear and he's 
practically shaking. Okay I've had enough, I'm going to ban 
wallowing from this bed. Time to lay it all on the table... 
"You know, if you were trying to get rid of me this was not the 
way to go about it." 
Oh good, I've managed to slow his pulse down. Wait, actually I 
think his heart just stopped so I don't think that counts. There it 
goes again, revving back up like the Energizer Bunny on speed. 
I tilt my chin up and rest it on his chest. Peering up at him 
through the blur of my hair, it amuses me to see that I've 
managed to render him speechless again. But as entertaining as 
it is to watch Mulder gape at me like a goldfish out of water, I 
think it's time to get this conversation rolling. 
Swinging my leg over his hip, I pull myself into a sitting position 
on his lap. The feel of his stiff morning erection pressing so 
intimately into my body threatens to derail my train of thought 
so I slide myself more securely onto his legs. Mulder moans in 
appreciation at the delicious friction and his hands grip my hips 
almost subconsciously. He's worrying on that luscious lower lip 
of his as he struggles to form a coherent response. It's all I can 
do to keep from lowering back down onto him and replacing his 
teeth with my lips and tongue; I'm a possessive woman by 
nature and that lip is MINE! Fortunately I manage to keep 
myself in check because he finally gets it together enough to 
speak, which definitely would NOT have happened if I'd had my 
tongue in his mouth. 
"W-why do you say that?" 
Ah, denial. So that's how he wants to play it, is it? Nope, sorry 
baby, not this time and never again. No more of our usual little 
games, let's try a new one: it's called Be-Honest-About-What's-
On- Your-Mind. Here, I'll go first... 
"I know what you were doing, Mulder...what I don't understand 
is why." 
He gulps awkwardly and tries to evade my eyes by looking 
down. Obviously not a good idea if he wants to try to remain 
impartial about this since I'm naked and mere inches away from 
riding his cock. Again. He shudders at the sight and chooses to 
avoid me by closing his eyes instead. 
"Scully- I can't, I can't let you go..." 
I've never heard him sound so broken before. Even when we 
lost the X-Files, he didn't sound as lost as this. I watch silently 
for a moment as he visibly fights back tears before I just can't 
take it anymore and slide down his taught form to take him in 
my arms. I half expect him to push me away and I think he 
surprised us both by immediately wrapping his arms around me 
and molding my body to his. I pull him tighter into my arms as 
he weeps and murmur soothing nonsense into his hair. 
"I can't Scully, I can't-I-thought-I-could-but-I-can't-and-I'm-so- 
sorry-sorry-sorry-" 
His words are flowing together under the force of his distress 
and I have to fight to understand his babble. Finally I pull back 
from his crushing hold and force him to look me in the eye. He 
fights the contact briefly but accedes with a meekness I've 
never seen in him when I tilt his forehead to mine. He's 
hiccuping from his attempt to stop crying and still muttering 
disjointedly about how sorry he is when I silence him with a soft 
finger across his lips. 
"Mulder, who ever said you have to let me go? I'm not going 
anywhere, especially now..." 
One would think he'd find some reassurance in my words, but 
instead he looks like I'm crushing his soul with every syllable. A 
sudden, terrifying thought occurs to me. What if he didn't want 
me?! What if he was tired of me, but couldn't find a way to tell 
me? What if- Stop it, Dana. I cut of that line of thought abruptly. 
Think rationally, logically. Would he be saying he can't let you 
go if he didn't want you? NO. He'd be half way back to his 
apartment by now, having already given you the this-never-
happened speech or some other variation on how we can't let it 
affect our work. So, think Mulder; knowing him it's probably one 
of two things: guilt or panic. Probably a combination of the two. 
Throw in his self-sacrificing martyr complex and I think I have 
the answer. 
"Letting me go wouldn't protect me, you know. After all I've 
seen and all we've been through I wouldn't be able to go back to 
living my life blissfully ignorant with the rest of the humanity. I 
would have to be involved, even if you forced me away. 
There's too much at stake to just let it go and move to the 
suburbs." He's blinking owlishly at me, but his eyes are clear so 
I decide to go in for the kill. "The only thing you sending me 
away would do is make us both miserable missing each other." 
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What did I do to deserve this woman? It must've been 
something in a past life, because nothing I've done in this one is 
worthy of such a reward. "I'm sorry." I whisper as I claim a kiss 
from her seductive mouth. She melts into me just like she did 
the first time last night, but without the initial stiffening. I don't 
think I'll ever get used to this, this automatic surrender of her 
body to me. She gives herself to me like a sacrifice, offering up 
all that she has for my pleasure. Never, in all my life has ANY 
woman ever given herself to me like this. Every other lover I've 
ever had kept themselves apart from me, not their bodies but 
their souls. Even the women that I'd given all of myself to 
selfishly used me to achieve their ends. Drinking of my essence 
like vampires, leaving me a broken empty husk afterward. 
Some more literally than others, I think with an internal flinch as 
I remember Kristen. Not Scully, she fills me up with her 
radiance, giving equally of her soul in exchange for mine. She is 
the sweetest ambrosia beneath my tongue and I drink of her 
until darkness tugs on the edges of my vision and oxygen 
depravation forces me to wrench my mouth away from hers. 
We both suck in air with gasping, ragged gulps as we continue 
to cling to each other. Slowly our breathing evens out and my 
body pulses with the knowledge that she is naked in my arms. I 
was wrong, oh god, how can I have been so wrong? How could 
I have thought to deny myself, to deny US this? 
"Tell me." she says, breaking the heavy silence. 
I don't have to ask what she means. 
"I wanted to protect you," I can tell she'd like to interrupt here 
but I silence her with a finger to the lips as she did me earlier. "I 
had been thinking about what Padgett said last week...thinking 
about it a lot. It drove me crazy to think that there was some 
man out there that you longed for at night, someone who 
maybe got to spend those nights in your arms. I spent inordinate 
amounts of time trying to figure out who it was. A doctor, a 
fellow agent, hell, I even considered Skinner! Yesterday I 
realized that it must be me. That there's no way you would've 
stuck around otherwise," This is another one of those places 
where she's just dying to interrupt, indignant at the thought that 
she would base her work decisions on emotional matters so I 
forge ahead. "If you were in love with someone else, your own 
loyalty would've forced you away from me to be with them. You 
would've put yourself in a position to help me, but you would've 
requested a more stationary assignment to be near your lover, 
your husband." She still wants to argue but I can tell some of 
this is penetrating so instead she nods reluctantly. "Instead, you 
fall in love with me and I drag you all over the planet. Look at 
what's happened you already, Scully. I could spend all morning 
cataloguing the terrible disasters you've faced since you joined 
the X-Files! And it's not like it's going to get any better, not if we 
keep doing what we're doing. But like you said, what we're 
doing is important and there's no one else to do it." I take a 
deep, shuddery breath before continuing. "Bad things happen to 
people who love me, Scully. I'm sure I don't have to enumerate 
examples for you, by now I know that you've got the list down 
pat. It almost killed me those three months you were gone and 
every time something happens to you it slaps me in the face 
again: what if this one's the one? What if the next bullet is high 
to the right or the next alien plague is an air-borne pathogen? 
What if next time we're not so lucky? That's why I tried to trick 
you into leaving, because I knew that I'm to weak to ask you to 
leave but that if you stay with me you'll end up dead." 
Having refreshed the fear in my mind, I'm starting to rethink our 
current course of action. Before I can act to put distance 
between us she's pulled me down for another soul searching 
kiss. It occurs to me briefly that I should resist, but I just can't. 
My physical reaction to this woman is blinding in its intensity and 
all I can do is hang on for the ride. 
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Damn stubborn, foolish man! How many times?! How many 
times do I have to tell him before it sinks in?!?!?! Fine. Since he 
doesn't listen when I tell him I'll just have to follow Grandma 
Scully's three point plan to making a man understand. Never 
heard of the three point plan? I think every woman should be 
aware of this one. Here goes: 
1.)Tell him. 
"I" kiss "love" kiss kiss "you" long, wet kiss "And I'm not" kiss 
"going" kiss "anywhere!!!" 
2.)Show him. 
I reach between us and give him a long, firm stroke. He sighs at 
the contact, but I swallow his little pleasure sounds with a kiss as 
I open myself and slide down the silky steel of his length. He 
releases my mouth with a gasp when he's fully buried inside me 
and I move on to step three by moving back up into a sitting 
position so I can look down on him. Mulder scoots backward 
like a crab so his body is braced against my headboard and 
settles his hands on my hips to guide me. I resist his efforts to 
speed things up as I lean forward to whisper in his ear as I 
leisurely ride him. 
3.) Tell him what it was you just showed him. 
"Do you see this?" I whisper in his ear as he whimpers and 
thrusts up into me, stretching the tight expanse of my inner self 
and making it his own. "Do you see us? Look at how beautiful 
we are together." We both moan as I pull back and rest against 
his upraised knees, baring the site of our joining to our eager 
eyes. "We belong to each other..." 
"Oh god-" he gasps as he thrusts into me more determinedly. 
Now Grandma Scully always said that even when following the 
three point plan, nine times out of ten the average man still 
won't get it right. But I always knew my Mulder was smarter 
than the average bear, and he proves it with an enthusiastic yell 
of "You are mine!" as his hands move from my hips to my 
breasts and start to toy with the aching nipples. Now I'm 
whimpering and rolling my hips in response to the extra 
stimulation. Next thing I know I've been flipped over on my 
back and Mulder is pounding into me for all he's worth as he 
caresses the swollen nub of my pleasure with his thumb. 
OOOOOooooh Yesssssss... 
God, I love the missionary position! Most women think I'm weird 
when I say that. Don't get me wrong, being on top is fun and I 
enjoy various other positions, but there's just nothing more erotic 
to me than the feeling of a man thrusting down into me. I love 
the freedom it allows me to reach up and suckle his flat male 
nipples, how wonderful it feels to wrap my legs around his 
narrow hips and urge him in deeper. I've pulled my knees up 
almost all the way to my chest at this point and Mulder is 
beginning to lose control in his strokes which turns me on even 
more. The brain is the biggest erogenous zone in the body and 
the site of my partner's eyes rolled back in his head and his 
face contorted into a seductive rictus of pleasure/pain is almost 
enough to make me come right there. Almost. 
It's his voice that does it. I don't know where he got the extra air, 
but suddenly I can hear him gasping out endearments as he fills 
me with pounding thrust of his body. 
"Scuh-lly. God, beautiful, so beau-t-tiful. Baby, come for me, 
please, come-" And with a final flick of his thumb my orgasm is 
upon me. 
"Muuuh-uhl-d-der!!!!" 
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* 
My ears are ringing with the sound of my name as her body 
pulses around me. I'd desperately love to be able to slow down 
to prolong this for her, but it's not even an option. My body has 
taken over and is blindly striving for the finish line. I grab a hold 
of her hips for better resistance and pound into her like a 
madman. My forehead is resting on her shoulder and I'm afraid 
I might be hurting her, but I can't stop. Her internal muscles are 
milking me with her lingering spasms and I'm lost. The pressure 
has built to the breaking point now and with a final shuddering 
thrust I lose myself inside of her. The world explodes in light... 
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"So, I assume we have that settled?" 
I don't know why she's asking me questions now, there's no 
way I'm gonna be able to answer. Oh...wait, maybe that is why 
she's asking me now. She could've waited till later though, and 
my answer would've been the same. I roll off of her with a 
heavy sigh and she cuddles up to my chest. 
"Is it settled?" she asks as she flicks a fingernail lightly over my 
over sensitized nipple and I jump at the contact. 
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* 
He jumps at my touch and I know I shouldn't be messing with 
him now, but I need to know. I couldn't stand it if he were to 
wake up in an hour and leave my bed and my life; it would kill 
me. I look up at him expectantly and he smiles down at me and 
caresses my cheek. 
"Yeah, Scully, it's settled. I will have to concede you've shown 
me the error of my ways." 
I blush at his leer, but it is quickly replaced with a genuine smile 
so I let him live. He pulls me closer and covers us both with the 
blankets. Right as I'm drifting off I hear him whisper: 
"Didn't I tell you I couldn't let you go?" 
 
Fini.