Halrloprillalar   prillalar@gmail.com   http://prillalar.com/

January 10, 2001

RATING: R for M/F sexual situations.

FANDOM/SPOILERS: X-Files. No spoilers.

SUMMARY: Mulder/Scully. Mulder's waiting.

DISTRIBUTION: Archive anywhere. Email forwarding allowed.

DISCLAIMER: CC, 1013, Fox, not me.

NOTES: For a challenge -- to write an erotic scene without
adjectives.


SPRING CONSTANT
by Halrloprillalar - prillalar@gmail.com

Mulder watches her hold the gun, listens to her yell. Sees the man
charge. Sees the man fall. It's over. Mulder's breathing like a
runner and trying not to show it.

Scully doesn't show it. Her hair is falling down her forehead. She
runs her fingers through it and it's back where it belongs. She's
fine. He's not sure if she said that aloud.

She holds it inside, he knows, coils it tight so it's small enough
to hide. And sometimes, when it's dark, she lets it go.

She will tonight. So late it will almost be early, she'll knock on
his door and take off her robe and let go of her potential energy.

Last time was somewhere in Maine, in a motel room. At three AM,
riding him, eyes closed, neon lights through the window making
patterns on her skin. Head thrown back, hair still nearly perfect.
Scully's hair is always perfect. His hands on her thighs. He wants
to reach up and touch her breasts, but he doesn't.

Another time, on the floor in his apartment. Beneath him, fingers
on his arms telling him harder, harder. Her breath on his face.
Breasts against his chest. He touches her hair and she bites her
lip.

Mulder's still breathing hard. Scully walks past him, looks up at
him for a moment before she talks to a cop. She definitely will
tonight. In the dark, into his room, into his bed. He can feel her
body stretched against him, smell her skin. She will.

He just has to wait. Mulder's good at waiting.

F I N I S

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