Title: Haven 155s Author: Daydreamer Author E-mail: daydream59@aol.com Author website: http://www.geocities.com/daydreamersden Rating: PG - NC-17 Category: SAR - character exploration Spoilers: Ice, Firewalker, WOTC, Never Again, Bad Blood, SR-819, Chimera Keywords: MSR, M/Sc/Sk friendship (SR-819) Archive: Yes, please Feedback: Yes! Please! Summary: From innocent to sexually explicit, seven short vignettes -- one from each season -- focusing on the relationship between Mulder and Scully. Disclaimer: Mulder, Scully, and Skinner are owned by Chris Carter, 1013 Production, Fox Television Network, etc. They are wonderfully brought to life by David Duchovny, Gillian Anderson, and Mitch Pileggi. I will make no profit from this, and neither will Fox if they sue me, for I am poor and have nothing material from which they can profit. Comments: Posted individually in a Haven challenge last year; compiled here for ease of reading. Season One - Ice She's walking away but I want -- *need* -- a minute. I just need to look, to think about how close we were and then she stops and waits for me. It reminds me of how lucky I am that she was the one they sent to me. She stops. She waits. I think she understands. I pick up my bag and follow. "I still can't believe you locked me in that storeroom." "I thought you were infected. You wouldn't let anyone close to you." She's offended, hurt. "I wasn't. And all I could think of was you out there with whoever it was that was really infected." I drop my voice. "I couldn't protect you." "I'm a big girl, Mulder. I can protect myself," she reminds me, but her words are soft, understanding, not harsh. "I know," I agree as I lean down and kiss her. "It's part of what makes me love you." ***** Season Two - Firewalker I look at Scully, working quietly on her laptop. She's fine. Healthy. She's okay. I smile, thinking back to the last time we were together. Actually, she's more than okay. Much more. "Sculleeee," I whine, waggling my eyebrows at her when she looks up. "I'm bored." "I'm not here to entertain you, Mulder," she says in that no-nonsense tone I love. I bend low and whisper in her ear, enjoying the slow blush that creeps up her neck and colors her face. She clears her throat, then swallows and says, "Mulder, we're here for observation. Being observed. Remember?" I nod. "I remember. Can't you just help me with that, uh, thing, in the bathroom? For a minute?" "No." "Please ..." I plead, and she looks up and smiles. She loves it when I beg. "Just a minute, Mulder?" she asks archly, but she follows me to the bathroom, kissing me as I shut the door. ***** Season Three - War of the Coprophages The bell rings and I rise, knowing it'll be her. "Hey," I say softly but she's all over me before I can get another word out. She's tugging, pushing me backwards, until I fall on the couch. Her hands are alive as they roam all over me, yanking my shirt off, unbuckling my belt, freeing my cock. She skins out of her clothes, sits on my lap, on *me,* and I am engulfed in hot, wet warmth. Her mouth moves across my chest, nipping, sucking, tongue lapping after the exquisite touch of her teeth. I thrust once, twice, three times, and she explodes, rocking backward, trusting me to catch her, and then her head rolls forward against my chest and I follow her over the edge. When I can breathe again, I ask, "Bambi?" and she shrugs. "Maybe," she admits. "You figure that out all by yourself, smart boy?" I nod, smiling. "Smart *is* sexy," she whispers as she pulls me down for round two. ***** Season Four - Never Again It's my life. That's what I was going to tell her. I knock at the door, then enter when she holds it open wordlessly. She wasn't expecting me. She's barefoot, wearing just a T-shirt -- *my* T-shirt, I note smugly -- and I am reminded of how small she really is. Her hair is pulled back in a ponytail and without her makeup, she looks about sixteen. I follow her to the couch, sitting close beside her. "I'm sorry I didn't get you a desk," I say as I put my arm around her. "I'm sorry I was such a bitch. I just don't know what I was thinking." She lifts up bruised looking eyes to mine. "It's not like me -- to risk my life like that." I nod, too, and drop a kiss on her head, then kiss her lips. "Don't do it again, please?" I plead. "It's my life, too ..." ***** Season Five - Bad Blood "Vampires, Mulder?" she asks again. "Why can't it just be easy with you one time?" "I think you've got a lock on easy, Scully," I say angrily, thinking of the Sheriff. She looks shocked, then hurt, and all I can think is good. Glad she knows how it feels. I walk to the window and stand there, looking out over the lights of the city, my arms wrapped tight around myself. It takes a while, but eventually I feel her hand on my back, rubbing little circles there, and the tension begins to fade. She knows me so well now. She waits, still rubbing, patient, and when I finally sigh and drop my arms, she slides into them easily. "Vampires, Scully," I tell her. "They're so seductive." "So are you," she purrs, pulling my head down to nibble at my ear. "Come with me. I'll show you easy," she promises, leading me down the hall. ***** Season Six - SR819 "Why won't he let us help him?" I shrug. "He did. He probably let us help him more on this than he's ever let anyone help him." "He's lonely." I nod, thinking that was a feeling I was more than a little familiar with, and her hand slips into mine. "He's strong. He keeps himself apart; that's part of his strength. If he has no ties, no one can be used against him." I shake my head denying my own words. I think of the deal he made for Scully -- the deal he wouldn't let me make. "We need to help him," she insists. I agree, but I don't know how. I squeeze her hand, loving its feel inside my own. "He's been there for us," I say softly. "Loyal. There in the background, fixing things." "Then that's what we'll do," she declares. "We'll be there for him until we can fix this thing." ***** Season Seven - Chimera We're laying in the bed and I can almost understand that woman's feelings. Almost. I reach out and stroke Scully's hair. It's perfect. She's perfect. We're perfect. I'd be driven to destroy anything that tried to take this away from me. She stirs beneath my touch and pushes me, rolling me off my side and onto my back and then she slips under my arm and her head nestles on my shoulder. I trace lazy circles on her bare back, as her arm comes across my chest and her fingers play with the tiny sprigs of hair that are sprinkled there. Her leg slips up, nudging my groin before it settles, hot and heavy, a comforting presence there. I'm too exhausted to think of anything but comfort at this moment. I lean down and breathe deeply, wanting to draw her essence into myself. This perfect woman. Here with me. Oh, yeah -- I can understand. End