Title - Darkened Bedroom (Version 1)
Author - Marianne (Agent Dubie)
E-Mail address - dubie910@hotmail.com (I'm just waiting for the hate 
mail after this one)
Rating - PG13
Category - Story, Romance, sorta angst I guess
Spoilers - none
Keywords - MSR
Summary - Scully has a visitor in her bedroom.
Disclaimer - Mulder, Scully and all those guys are property of CC, Fox, 
and 1013. Didn't mean to use them, it just sorta happened. Sorry!


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Darkened Bedroom (Version 1)  
By Marianne (Dubie)
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     Dana Scully set her briefcase on the kitchen table and threw her 
trench coat on the couch. She sighed as she plopped down next to it and 
closed her eyes. What a day. She had spent the last three hours typing a 
report for Skinner that Mulder had effectively gotten himself out of. 
His claim was that he had a doctor's appointment for the hip that he 
wounded in one of his basketball games. All she had heard about for the 
past three days was that illegal block and his poor hip. He just wanted 
to get out of paperwork. She knew the boy hadn't seen a doctor outside 
of the hospital since the damn Nixon administration. Who was he fooling?
     "What a pain in the ass," she muttered as she stretched the length 
of the couch.
     One day he'd make it up to her. She was sure of it. All the crap he 
had put her through would have to be repaid some day. She hoped sooner 
than later because her life was going nowhere. Same old job, same old 
Mulder, same old loneliness. She'd just have to settle for what she had. 
Just settle for him.
     Dreams of fantasy mixed with reality flowed through her mind as 
fatigue set in and she drifted off to sleep. She didn't hear the key 
slowly turning in the lock. He open the door slowly, afraid that she 
wouldn't be home. The visitor found her asleep on the couch. He smiled 
as he watched her sleep. He lifted the single red rose in his hand to 
the tip of his nose and inhaled softly. It smelled just like her. So 
sweet and tender, yet so strong and independent. He retreated to her 
bedroom to await her revival from slumber.
     Scully was pulled slowly from her slumber by the wind against the 
window pane. She yawned and stretched, deciding that a bed would be much 
more comfortable. She arose and sauntered towards the bedroom. She 
entered quietly, not bothering to flick the light switch and began to 
rid herself of her suit.
     She gasped as she felt the pedals of the rose against her bare 
back. "Don't let me stop you," a husky voice told her softly.
     She smiled and faced the intruder, "Jesus, you scared me. Why do 
you keep doing that?"
     "Because I know you like it. Although it's been a while since my 
last visit to your bedroom, I remember that the circumstances were quite 
similar," he replied with a smirk.
     "How's that?" she asked, standing there half dressed.
     "Well, last time, I was hiding in the dark and you were about to 
strip. Although I let you get farther this time before I cut in," he 
answered slyly. He lifted his hand to caress her cheek. She smiled at his touch.
     "Is that so? How could I have even forgotten?" she said playfully.
     "Well, I don't know, maybe because it's been so long. Every time I 
look into your eyes, I want be able to touch you… to hold you... to kiss 
you. Why do we do this to ourselves Dana? Why do we torture ourselves 
like this?" he confessed in his deep, scratchy voice. His words sent 
shock waves of desire trough her heart.
     "Because we have to. That's just the way it is," she replied sadly.
     "At least we can be together in the darkness of your bedroom. It's 
the one place where the outside world stays outside. It's the only place 
I can love you," he whispered seductively. Her heart pounded as he 
pulled her in for a tight kiss. She wrapped herself in the warmth of his 
lips and the taste of his tongue. How soft it seemed in contrast to his 
rugged exterior. 
     He pulled back and whispered, "It has been way to long," as he 
began a trail of kisses that followed her neckline. His skilled hand 
reached behind her back and unhooked her bra strap. She gasped as she 
felt his cool hand against her back.
     "God I've missed you Alex," she whispered softly.


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The End
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[insert evil laugh here]
Ouch! That hurts! Stop throwing stuff, please? I was so just kidding, 
the real story is Version 2 (just in case you couldn't figure that out 
after reading this one genius)! Go read that one. Ugh, the thought of 
Scully and Krycek together repulses me quite frankly and I would never 
actually want that to happen, so calm down. Sorry, I just had to!