"the storm has broken"
by T Bishop
Rated: NC-17
Category: MSR

Disclaimer: This Mulder and Scully are mine but I give Gillian 
credit for her inspiration.

Author's Notes: I wrote this post ep in response to a challenge 
posted on the MSR-SMUT list specifically asking that the lyrics 
to Moby's 'the sky is broken' be used as a seduction tool.  
Thanks to David and Char for beta on this one.  And thanks again 
to Grasshopper for archiving.

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"the storm has broken"




Seeing Daniel again after all these years...  Couldn't have come 
at a better time, she decided.  Just when her resolve was 
starting to wane.  She remembered it all so clearly now, not just 
her relationship with Daniel, but the other mistakes along the 
way too. Scully didn't fall in love well.  Or maybe she just 
didn't fall in love, period.  She stopped to consider it as she 
waited at the light. She'd certainly never had trouble walking 
away from men in the past. Daniel had been the most difficult - 
he had been her first serious adult relationship - and that 
probably had a lot to do with it, inexperience and all.  But 
still, she'd walked away from him and never allowed herself to 
look back... until now.  And Ian and Jack, she'd bailed on them 
too after a while.  She thought she'd been in love each time, but 
wasn't love more lasting than that?

A honk from behind startled her out of her thoughts and she 
realized the light was green, the impatient driver in her 
rearview mirror looked none too happy.  Frowning, Scully stepped 
on the accelerator and sped off down the road.  Another few 
blocks and she was deep in thought again.

'Loneliness is a choice;' she remembered what she said last year 
to Padgett.  Well, in her case that was a true enough statement. 
 The fact that she lived alone and avoided bringing any men into 
her life, that was something within her control... wasn't it?  
Yes, yes it was. She nodded to herself as she turned the corner, 
glancing up through the windshield at the dark clouds that hung 
heavy in the sky - remembering just then that she'd left her 
umbrella at home.  Her solitary existence was a product of her 
own making.  Of course, it helped that her partner seemed content 
with the platonic nature of their friendship.  Mulder's 
complaisance enabled her to set the rules in this odd 
relationship they shared.  

Lately though, she'd been letting him in more and more.  And he'd 
taken whatever she was willing to give, never pushing but never 
hesitating to gobble up the crumbs she offered.  Well, maybe he 
did push once in a while.  That kiss on New Year's Eve - yeah, 
that was definitely a shove - but he never went any further when 
he saw how coolly she'd reacted to his intimate gesture.  

Her relationship with Mulder was not easily defined.  Certainly 
if she'd allow it, Mulder would like to take things to the next 
level. He was definitely interested.  But Scully had no intention 
of ruining the bond they shared over something as trivial as sex. 
 She wasn't completely sure why, but sex always seemed to 
complicate things in a bad way for her.  Maybe she didn't like 
feeling that vulnerable, or maybe it was her Catholic upbringing 
and the guilt associated with her conflicting morals, or maybe 
she was just too damn selfish to give that much of herself to 
another person without resentment. Whatever the reason, intimacy 
and Dana Scully were not a soluble mixture.
'Why am I doing this to myself?' she thought as she merged onto 
the freeway.  Dwelling on so much negativity was only going to 
bring her down.  And she didn't want to be down today.  Not after 
the wonderful evening she and Mulder had spent together last 
night.  They'd talked for hours - something they rarely did.  And 
she'd unburdened herself, confessing to Mulder like he was a 
priest, all the sins from her past.  Absolution was given in his 
easy nonjudgmental acceptance of her transgressions, and the warm 
blanket of forgiveness he'd wrapped her in when she fell asleep 
on his couch.  Last night had proven to her that what she and 
Mulder shared was the best kind of love... love?  She sighed, 
frustrated with herself for trying to label it again.  Then she 
reached for the radio to distract herself from any more 
introspection.

For a few brief moments she let the song play, the familiar tune 
catching her in it's captivating lyrics and hypnotic beat.

see the storm is broken
in the middle of the night
nothing left here for me
it's washed away
the rain pushes
the buildings aside
the sky turns black
the sky
wash it far
push it out to sea
there's nothing left here
for me
I watch it lift up to the sky
I watch it crush me
and then I
die

Her hand shot out and switched the radio off again.  And she 
cursed under her breath as she wiped a tear at the corner of her 
eye. Stupid song.  Mulder had that Moby CD, it was one of his 
favorites. Played it all the time.  But for some reason that song 
in particular had the strangest effect on her, getting stuck 
inside her head for days at a time, trapping her in its pulsating 
rhythm and refusing to let her go.  Her relationship with Mulder 
was very much like that. She had become trapped in his life, 
caught up in the work, but also in the man.  Fox Mulder had been 
playing inside her head for years. He had become the musical 
score to her life; always playing softly in the background, 
occasionally coming to the fore in a particularly dramatic way.

By the time she got to work Scully had managed to get her focus 
back.  No more thoughts of old boyfriends or her relationship 
with Mulder.  Today was a work day.  Business as usual, although 
the business was never usual down in the basement.  She was 
actually looking forward to digging in to a nice juicy X-File and 
getting back to her comfortable routine existence.  When she 
opened the office door Mulder was already inside.  He turned and 
threw her a smile over his shoulder as he closed the file cabinet 
he'd been digging through.

"Well, well, Agent Scully.  I noticed you found your way home 
from my apartment last night."

"Actually, it was this morning."  She hung her coat and set her 
briefcase down.  "Sorry I crashed on your couch.  Guess I was a 
lot more tired than I thought."

"Mi sofa es su sofa, Scully."  He held a fist full of files in 
one hand and reached for his cup of coffee with the other, then 
made his way over to her.

"What's on the agenda for today?"  She eyed the files and he 
handed them to her.

"Skinner wants us to go over these.  He thinks there's some 
similarities between this case the VCU is currently working on 
and couple of old cases I investigated years ago."

Scully sat down with the reports, opening the first one, eager to 
lose herself in the work.  She'd only been reading for a few 
seconds when that stupid song was in her head again, breaking her 
concentration.  When she tried to mentally shut out the 
distraction, she realized the song wasn't playing in her head but 
on Mulder's boom box in the corner of the room.  Him and that 
damn CD again!  Without asking, she got up and walked over to 
shut it off.  She pushed the stop button and the room got quiet 
again, the dulcet sounds and heavy beat disappearing from the air 
around her.  Where he came from she didn't know, but suddenly 
Mulder was standing right behind her, trapping her body between 
his and the counter.

"Hey," he objected in a low rumbling voice right at her ear, 
causing her to start in more ways than she would admit to.  "I 
was listening to that."  He reached around her and hit play, 
filling the room with the rich cadence once again.

Stubbornly Scully went for the off button; Mulder caught her 
wrist before she could silence the sound a second time.  She 
quickly came to the conclusion that resistance to his gentle but 
firm grip was useless.  Being an enterprising woman, Scully 
brought her other hand into play - but Mulder had anticipated her 
move and she suddenly found herself his prisoner.

"Mulder, let go!"  She struggled against him, feeling her anger 
rise along with her heart rate.

Her partner seemed to enjoy his dominance.  He held her with 
playful resolve, chuckling at her predicament.  As she fought to 
free herself, he wrapped her in a restraining embrace.  "Settle 
down, Scully, you're going to hurt yourself."

"Damn it, Mulder!  Let me go!"

"Are you going to leave my music alone?"

"This is a federal office building, Agent Mulder, not a night 
club." As soon as she said it, she regretted giving him the 
suggestion. Immediately Mulder began to move to the pounding 
pulse of the music, his body seductively rocking hers with a 
steady tempo.  She thought he was just having fun at her expense, 
but then it became obvious that this sport had serious 
implications.  Unless Mulder had started carrying his gun in an 
unusual place, the steel pressing into her backside was a much 
more serious threat.  The fact that he didn't care to hide his 
arousal from her worried Scully the most.  This was a clear 
violation of the rules; he was pushing again... pushing hard.

The resounding echo of nearby thunder invaded their basement 
lair, startling them both.  But the storm outside couldn't 
compete with the tempest building between Dana Scully and Fox 
Mulder.

"Speak to me, baby..." Mulder began to recite the words to the 
song in Scully's ear.  His voice a reverberating whisper that 
shot straight to her center; she closed her eyes against the 
commotion as he went on serenading her, "... in the middle of the 
night.  Pull your mouth close to mine."

"Mulder," she warned breathlessly, but found herself leaning into 
him despite her better judgment.

He continued.  With the dancing.  With the song.  With the 
seduction of his partner.  "I can see the wind coming down... 
like black knives.  So speak to me.  Like the wind outside, it's 
broken up, pushing us..."

Pushing.

His lips brushed over her ear; his breath hot against the curve 
of her neck.  The music was pulling her in, and so was he.  
Scully could feel her desire growing with each thrust of Mulder's 
hips.  Their movements had become less a dance and more sexual in 
form.  Somewhere along the way she'd surrendered to his lead and 
her own hips rocked slowly back to front.

"Hear the rain fall.  See the wind come to my eyes.  See the 
storm broken.  Now nothing."  He let go of her arms and his hands 
took hold of her hips, his long fingers massaging downward, 
moving slowly toward her center.  She knew she should stop him.  
It had gone too far.  They were at work for godsake.

"Speak to me, baby, in the middle of the night.  Speak to me.  
Hold your mouth to mine... cause the sky is breaking.  It's 
deeper than love.  I know the way you feel... like the rains 
outside.  So speak to me."  The melody played on but Scully was 
frozen in conflict. Mulder's fingers moved over her sex, rubbing, 
caressing, inexorably arousing despite her whimpers of protest; 
with trembling hands she fought to stop him, finally turning in 
his arms to confront his determination head on.  "Speak to me, 
Scully," he crooned, his eyes dark and hungry.  

Resisting him was like running against the strong gale of a 
hurricane; she knew at any moment she could be easily swept away. 
 It took her a minute to find her voice - and when she did, she 
couldn't find the words.  "Mulder, I... "  Scully shook her head, 
hoping he would understand.  But how could he possibly, when she 
herself didn't know what she'd meant to say?

"Let it go.  Let the rain fall."  He took her face in his hands 
and ever so slowly moved in for a kiss.  His mouth barely touched 
hers at first but the energy between them flashed white hot the 
instant the contact was made.  She felt the tip of his tongue 
slide across her lips, then probing deeper, forcing its way in 
until she finally accepted him; letting her burning passion loose 
like lightening.

There was another roll of thunder outside, and then the 
torrential patter of rain against the transom windows...  

Scully didn't know how long they'd been kissing, only that her 
lips were swollen, sore, and tasted wonderfully of Mulder.  She 
had no clear memory either of how the two of them came to be 
naked on the floor of their office.  It all just seemed to happen 
while she was lost in a dark cumulonimbus cloud of desire and 
passion she'd kept bottled up for far too long.  But Scully 
became acutely aware the instant Mulder entered her body, his 
raging hard-on pushing deep within her slick heat - warm and 
tight, welcoming him home.  The music had stopped.  Time stopped. 
 At least it did for them as they stared at each other in the 
wonder of the moment, stunned by the true force of nature that 
had finally brought them together.  Their eyes spoke what was in 
their hearts better than words could ever say.  She could see in 
the flecks of green and gold that were her partner's eyes the 
promise of a lifetime together; and she let him see in her own 
blue depths a love that had no end.

Then they began to move together, bodies dancing to the 
thunderous serenade of wind and rain outside the basement 
windows.  Mulder's fingers entangled in her fiery hair, clutching 
at her with fierce abandon as he thrust into her again and again. 
 She ran her hands up and down the tightly drawn muscles of his 
back and shoulders, clawing fingernails marking him in her greed. 
 Wrapping her legs around his hips she invited him deeper, crying 
out when he graciously accepted and pushed into her as far as he 
could go.  The hard floor offered no mercy as he hammered into 
her, but Scully just begged him for more. Their bodies collided 
unbridled until at last the surge took them both - first Scully 
whose back arched off the cold floor as she gasped her partner's 
name enraptured; then he, as the sight of her in climax took away 
the last of his restraint.

He rolled them over, letting her rest in his arms while they both 
recovered.  As Scully lay upon Mulder's chest, she lifted her 
head and offered him a smile - her tears falling freely.  He 
reached up and touched her wet face, smiling himself, as well.  
"Rain," he told her softly as he fingered the joyous droplets of 
water she shed.

She laughed and nodded, his poetic metaphor touching her happy 
heart.  

The storm that had been building between them for years had 
finally broken... 



~END~

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