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[whatfallsaway]

Hearing

I am seriously overwhelmed by all the support my first attempt at fanfic received. I never expected it at all, so thank you all so very much. Sincerely. Truly. I am just stunned a) people read it and b) people liked it and c) people wanted more.

This is a sequel/continuation to the first part “Seeing”…. I have no idea how to include a link to the first part…so yeah…still a tumblr-challanged dork!

Thank you to the always amazing smuppet-in-arms @therobbinsnest for being the second set of solid eyes on this part. You are a rock-star!

Hearing - MSR, angst-ish, approaching an R (I think?), in my own head so unaffected by CC’s universe.

As Mulder pushes the door to the conference centre open, Scully is smacked with the heavy, humid heat of the midday summer sun. Her smile shrinks and suddenly her floating feet firmly hit the ground.

Left foot, right foot, left foot, right foot.

She steadies herself as they walk towards the emptying parking lot. His hand still sits on the small of her back.  There is a light breeze whistling through the leaves of the tree-lined walkway.  Her heels clickity clack on the cement as she attempts to keep up with his long, liquid strides.

He stops suddenly and his hand drops and rims the hem of her blazer.

Scully stares straight ahead.

Two cars.

They each drove themselves to the seminar this morning. It made sense then.

She sneaks a sideways peak at Mulder from under her hair. His hand is rustling through his own hair, a frustrated sigh escapes his lips.

“I can hear you thinking.” She says trying to keep it light.

“My car or yours?” He is all business.

He is shuffling his feet on the gravel impatiently. He fidgets. Again.

Is he holding his breath? She wonders.

“Yours.” Scully decides.

Mulder exhales forcefully and swiftly steers her toward his car, his hand back in his spot on the small of her back.

The car locks click unlock as they approach and Mulder is about to open the passenger side door when Scully spins around, her back against the car trapping Mulder’s hand. She squints her eyes up to catch his eyes. She needs to reestablish, reconnect, realign.

Blue eyes. Hazel eyes.

“Before…inside…did…you…I mean, you meant…what did…?” Scully squeaks.

She can feel Mulder’s hand on her back. Low back. Lower back. Lower than her low back. Rubbing circles with his thumb. Lazy, loopy ovals she remembers.  

Mulder leans in, not quite touching his body to hers. The static sparks between them. Tiny bolts of electric energy nipping at her skin, the tiny hairs on her neck stand to attention, tiny beads of perspiration forming in her hairline. Scully’s stomach butterflies in a loop de loop. The anticipation is…  

“Breathe, Scully.” He is barely audible.

Was that him or me? Her brain whispers.

In and out. In and out. In and out.

She holds herself steady with a new mantra.

His face nears her face. Scully bites the corner of her lip. She can only barely hear his breath over the pitter-patter pumping of her own heart in her ears.  Nothing moves. The air stops circulating. The silence in this moment is deafening. Her eyelids flit and she leans…leans…leans. She can feel his breath on her lips.

A horn honks loudly and the vacuumed bubble bursts and breaks. The air comes rushing back in at once. The volume is back on full blast. Mulder steps back and Scully starts breathing. Both turn their heads toward the offending noise.

Brenda. Debbie. Molly, whatever her name is, from inside, is rolling down her window, waving her arms frantically.

“Agent Robbins’ party? You’re still both coming, right?” She chirps.

Mulder’s hand slides down to cup Scully’s ass. They are angled away from Susie. Jane. Linda’s car, thankfully.  Mulder acts casually carefree as if his hand on her ass is an everyday occurrence.

What. Is. Happening. Staccato sirens sound in Scully’s head.

“We will both definitely be coming.” Mulder states, matter of factly.

He squeezes and rubs her ass a little. The friction of his hand against her outer skirt and underneath nylons is making Scully dizzy warm and she is desperate to breathe, to…to…to get these itchy scratchy nylons off her body. Scully hiccups out a gasp, but is unable to form coherent words.

“Fantastic!” Brenda. Anna. Tracy screams.

“I hear the dessert is simply to die for.” Mulder playfully pinches Scully’s ass on dessert while he drags out the ssssss.

Scully suddenly needs to be freed from her nylons for an entirely different reason.

“Oh yes, you won’t be disappointed. Trust me, Agent Mulder. See you there!” Peggy. Lynn. Sue waves and drives away.

“I. Won’t. Be. Disappointed.” Mulder’s breathy low voice echoes in Scully’s ears but it is her legs that buckle and knees that swoon. Before she loses balance, Mulder curves his arm around her waist and spins her, opening the passenger side car door with his other hand. He jets briskly around the back of the car.

The loss of bodily connection instantly allows Scully’s rational brain to regain control.

He is your partner. Your work partner. WORK. PARTNER. There is a line, Dana Katherine Scully.  Sure, you’ve danced with that line. But. But. But. NO BUTS. A professional working relationship must be maintained. Draw the line. Do not cross it. This is your job. This is your life.  

“Are you too hot, Scully?” Mulder breaks the silence.

You have no freaking idea, Mulder. She doesn’t answer out loud, but robotically nods instead.

“What?” Scully suddenly blinks and the scenery is rushing by out of the car window.

When did he start the car? When did we leave the parking lot? How long have we been driving? Where are we? How much time did I lose in her own head?

She glances at the clock on the dashboard.  4:12pm.

9 minutes? Had 9 minutes really gone by since we were standing outside of the car? His hand on my ass? Wait, what…?

“Where are we?” Scully tries to etch-a-sketch shake away her thoughts and looks at Mulder. His tie is loosened, his jacket removed and his white dress shirt sleeves are rolled up to his elbows.

“On our way to Agent Robbins’ party.” He pops a sunflower seed into his mouth from an opened bag between them. Both of his hands grip the steering wheel. He stares at the road ahead.

She silently observes this ritual.

He sucks first. He must twist and twirl the hard seed around his tongue. She notes and hypothesizes.

Twist. Twirl. Tongue.

Scully’s hands fumble for the window.

Air.

Suck. Hard.

She needs air.

Now.

Mulder smiles. “Sorry, Scully, the AC is crap in here.” He adjusts the knobs. He knows exactly what he is doing. Scully inhales the outside in a big deep gulp,  closes the window and launches in before she loses courage.

“ Mulder…before…outside….I’ve been think-…”

“Thinking.” He finishes her thought. She cocks her eyebrow at him.

“I’d recognize your thinking face anywhere. Did you completely think yourself out of anything yet?” The seed crackles between his teeth.

Snap. Crackle. Pop.

“Not completely.” She smiles shyly and tucks a wayward hair behind her ear. “Good, because there’s another face of yours I’ve been dying to see.” He winks at her. “For science, of course.”

Scully gasps, eyes wide.

“Is that a preview?” He waggles his eyebrow at her.

She smacks his thigh, on impulse and instinct, but harder than she intended. It’s juvenile she knows, and it’s slightly dangerous. He captures her hand in his. His hand is warm and soft. Scully relaxes her trapped hand on top of his thigh. He loosens his grip. She slowly starts to trace lazy, loopy ovals on his thigh.  Her fingers slide seamlessly over his smooth, silky dress pants. Suddenly, Scully’s fingers snake along the inside of his thigh twisting and curving, dipping and doodling, higher and higher. Closer and closer.  She cups the crotch of his pants in a brazenly bold move.

Tit for tat. Scully rationalizes.

She squeezes gently.

Now it’s Mulder’s hand who flies for the window. He does not roll it down all the way fast enough before the shell of the sunflower seed rockets out of his mouth in a moan.  His inhale is hasty and his exhale is heavy.

“Jesus Christ, Scully!” He expels in a groan.

He slams on the brakes, throws the car into park and turns the ignition off in rapid succession. Scully is jostled slightly at the sudden forward and backward motion. Mulder unclicks his seat-beat and squirms in his spot.  He turns his gaze to Scully, his eyes dark and dilated. She meets him like a mirror.  Her eyes then dart to that unmistakable bulge he is trying desperately to squirm away. She meets his gaze again.  Laser focused.  Rock steady. 

“I’d like dessert too, Mulder.” She says coyly as she reaches for her seatbelt and the passenger side door.  Her eyes pinned to his.  She licks her lips with the tip of her tongue.