Kaunistama

By: Katrinka
Katrinka@flash.net


Date: Thu, 03 Jul 1997

Disclaimer: FM and DS belong to CC, 1013, and FOX.

Rating:  NC-17

Beta Reader: HeatherLM

CLASSIFICATION: MSR
Category: S
sub-category: romance
Keyword: Mulder/Scully

SUMMARY: Going undercover brings out hidden feelings for Mulder and Scully.

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Kaunistama
by Katrinka

The hot Caribbean sun had just set. An easy assignment, that was what
Skinner called this, just pretend to be lovers with your partner, and keep
his eyes out for an international terriost.

An easy assignment, perhaps, if Fox Mulder didn't really have feelings
for his partner. Having Scully pretend that she loved him in public tore at
his heart. The way she would hold his hand, put her arm around his waist.
It wouldn't have been too hard for him to pretend they where together.

He couldn't do that. It was getting harder and harder for him to hide
his feelings for her. Dana Scully had no idea that the fake kisses that he
gave her were real.

Dana laid on the hotel bed, propped up, reading a scientific sounding
book. To enhance the story, they where booked in the same hotel room. He
sat on the other bed. "Do you want to go dancing tonight?"

"Sure," he said, trying to act non-chalet.

"Look at it this way, it will give us something to do." she sounded bored.
"I got tired at the beach. Laying around, trying to get tan."

"Yeah," he tried not to think how nice she looked in her bikini.

"What's bothering you?" she asked.

"Nothing," he got off the bed and went to look for something to wear in the
closet.

She came up beside him, reached out, and took a dress out of the closet. It
was what he considered 'the dress', the dress that always turned him on. If
only he could tell her. He reminded himself that if he told her their
professional relationship would be destroyed.

"Should I wear my hair up or down?" she asked him.

"Up, I like it when you have your hair up."

//Stop it, your reveling too much again.// He told himself, //If Dana found
out.....//

The dress, why did she have to bring the dress?


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The hotel's club had a dance every evening, out in the fresh air.

"You look beautiful," he confessed, there was emotion in his voice.

She looked up to him and smiled. "Thanks."

Her hair was up, she had just grown it long enough to wear it like
that. Mulder seemed to like it that way. It mattered to her what he
thought. He had been watching her a lot lately, more then he had before.
She tried to tell herself it was just the case, that the way he kissed her
ment nothing to him. She was imagining things.  The lingering kisses where
just show.

She had brought her black dress with her on a whim. It was a dress that she
almost returned to the store when she bought it. She could still remember
how his eyes had lit up when he saw her wear it the first time. That was
what made her change her mind.

Without saying anything, they went out onto the dance floor. He was
holding her hand...almost as if...


Dana could feel Murder's fingers on her back, trembling. Fox Mulder, the
man who always prided himself on being calm and cool, was acting like a
scared school boy. As the next song started, his hand slipped down the back
of her dress, touching the small of her waist, she stepped forward a step.
His hardness pressed against her, his lips brushed her forehead, almost
like a kiss. He smelt faintly of musk, the scent she assosiated with him.
Just being held like this was exciting her.


The next song started, she decided to take a chance. She moved closer to
him, put her hand behind his neck, and kissed him. He kissed her back,
passontly, eagerly, hungrily. His hand going behind her head, touching her
hair that was up, pulling her even closer.

He stepped away from her, and the feelings he felt for her were written
all over his face. "You know I love you! How did you find out?"

Before she could answer, he turned and fled. She stood there shocked. Her
partner had just confessed his love to her.

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"Damn it, you've blown it!" Dana heard Mulder say to himself, as he sat on
the beach. "She kissed you because it was part of the cover...and you had
to revel the truth to her."

He sat on an away part of the beach. No one could see him from here,
watching the waves go in and out. He had taken off his tie, was rubbing it
in his fingers. She had given him the tie. If she hadn't followed him here,
she would have never been able to find him.

"What are you thinking of?" Scully asked.

He didn't look up to her. "How did you find me?"

"I followed you."

"I was thinking of how stupid I was. I blew it...I'm sorry," he paused.
"Go please, I want to be alone."

Instead of leaving, she sat down beside him. "I have a confession to make,
I wore this dress because it was your favorite."

"I never told you that."

"It's true isn't it?"

"Yes," he looked away from her.

"How long did you think you could keep it from me?"

"I thought that if I told you, I would loose you."

"What ever gave you that idea?"

"I have always been hurt by those that I loved, they always leave me."
His voice cracked.

She realized for the first time how much this man had been hurt in his
life. How much he couldn't trust his own feelings. He had once told her
that the only once he could trust was her, he couldn't even trust himself.

"I'm not going anywhere. I love you Fox Mulder."

He turned to her, pain/confusion written on his face. Tears were streaming
down his cheek. She touched his cheek, and kissed him. His arms went around
her, pulling her close to him.

They kissed for what seemed like hours, exploring and exciting each other's
body's with their hands. As they kissed, his hand felt at the edge of the
dress, unzipping the zipper. The zipper parted, and his hand went inside,
touching her flesh, pulling her even closer to him, pulling her onto his
lap. She could feel his hardness, through his pants.

"I want our first time to be here," She asked him.

"My pants..."

She got off of him, and he took off his pants. His cock sprang free. He sat
back down.

She started to remove her dress. He stopped her. "Please, leave it on," his
eyes were dark with desire.

She pulled off her underwear, then she sat back down on his lap. His hand's
held her side, helping her ease herself down onto him, and she began to
move up and down. His arms went around her, holding her tighter then she
ever had before. They made love without speaking, letting the passions
overcome them. Powerfully he came, crying her name, as she orgasmed too.

They sunk onto the beach in a heap. He pulled her close to him, holding
her, touching her, as if he didn't want the contact to stop. "I never
thought this would ever happen,"

"I love you," she said softly.

"I love you too," He kissed her again.
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Katrinka@flash.net
"Eight million years out of Africa, and look who's holding the door."
Dana Scully to Fox Mulder, X-Files