Title: Beyond the Invisible Author: Exley_61 (typo@clam.rutgers.edu) Rating: NC- 17 Category: Erotica -- I refuse to call it fluff!! It's not. :D Spoilers: None Distribution: Anywhere, just let me know. Disclaimer: Not mine, but oh, how I wish they were. Feedback: Yes, please! It's what will keep me going. Please take the time, it's what an author loves to get. Author's Note: This is my first Xfile fan fiction. It doesn't have a real story, but it's strife with emotion, at least, I think so. Also, I would like to thank the fine producers of the "La Femme Nikita" soundtrack... that is what I listened to while I wrote this. Particular thanks to Enigma and their song, "Beyond the Invisible" and to DJ Krush for "Skin against Skin". You may notice a few of the lyrics sprinkled in, but basically I went with the feelings the soundtrack evoked. (so, if you have that cd, slip it on and listen to it whilst you read ;) ) XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX Beyond the Invisible by Exley_61 XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX I am silent as I walk up behind her. I stop a mere breath's distance from the curve of her back, the roundness of her hips, the slope of her neck -- exposed to one side for my touch. A touch I have yet to make, a big step that will, I know, put me in a sensation-tossed spin. I raise my hand, reaching, seeking but stop, curling my fingers into a fist, lowering it beside my body, drumming it against my leg. No, I will not move further; it is her decision, hers. I wait. Her scented heat grips me, feathering my senses in a prism of red warmth. It seeps into my soul, pooling my eyes, tickling my skin and pulling at my thoughts, my thought. 'Scully.' All she need do is step, reach, grip backward and the mocking distance of separation will evaporate. I want. I wait. A soft sigh slips past her lips, dancing with the music that pumps through the nightclub. I feel that low timbered breath reach - no, tunnel into my chest -- my heart racing and pounding against my rib cage. We were only here on assignment, surveillance. And though our intended subject had not entered the club as expected, we hadn't left. Instead, we remain, blending in with the pulsating beats and the gyrating bodies that are moving to the rhythms. She had walked toward a corner of the room and I had followed, watching her movements in the flickering stop-motion of strobing lights. Her walk had been slow, measured and purposeful. I'd licked my lips, watching her part the crowd without a word, watching her from behind. The spiralling rainbow lights twisted and turned over her body, her hair -- turning it to bright flames then to raven midnight. She had moved in time with the music, whether conscious of it or not, every step fell with the downbeat, stalking, predatory. It was as if I were tethered to her, pulled with the link of infused desire, buoyed by the deep, pounding beat of the club music, slow, sensual -- demanding. I waited. I wanted. And now, I stand behind her. Just a slight movement, a caress, a tilt of the hips and I can wrap my hands upon them, her, slide my palms up the sides of her waist, feather-soft, then gripping, alternating in touch. Yes, just take that step. I feel bounded in a sizzling, rippling energy that travels over my skin -- a live wire, my body hair on end, expectant. I close my eyes against the sensation, afraid it will drive me beyond... beyond reality and reason. It is a mistake. I shudder, the intensity of heightened feelings, sensations rock me, hollow me. I want to feel her against my skin, underneath my skin, melded to my skin. I want. I wait. My eyes slowly open, the vibrating beats slick over me, over her - us. I can see the gentle swaying of her hips as she moves to the music. I can feel her. We are so close, connected -- magnetized. "Scully," I breathe, letting the letters form the word and evolve into the call of a primal, carnal, demand, desire -- need. It is a word, bundled into two syllables - one name. XXX I feel him, watching me, wanting me. Can he see the shuttered desire disguised by the dip of my head and the veil of my hair? I wouldn't be surprised. I know him. He hasn't touched me but then, he wouldn't. My decision, has always been mine. I can feel him invading my skin, stealing my breath, sucking the scent of my perfume, of myself, into him, breathing it in like a cocaine addict. I do the same with him. We never talk about this, this underbelly of crashing, thrashing need that connects between us in an invisible well of gouging desire. In a setting such as this, with the pulsating music tapping into that well, it amazes me that I still hold my position, my stance... that I am able, just barely, to prolong the inevitable, the necessary, the unmentioned but undeniable. I want. I wait. I unlace my hands, raising them to my silk shirt, rubbing them against the material. I begin to discreetly bunch up the front of the blouse, pulling it from the waistband of my skirt. The material frees. I slide my hands under it, letting my fingers brand my skin before he does, before he will. I am unable to contain my sigh, loud, magnified, in my ears and amplified in Mulder's, I'm sure. He studies me with such unerring attention. Nothing slips past him, nothing could. Just one step back, Dana. That's all I have to do. It is inevitable, a proclamation that has yet to be vocally proclaimed, that we will be joined in body, blood and soul. Rushing, touching, groping, loving. Loving. Oh, yes loving. I want to feel him against my skin, in my skin -- not just my wanton thoughts. The lights flicker high above, bathing my sight in a technicolor spectrum of colors, all of them tunnelling into the red of heat, of need. I wait. I want. "Scully." I hear him, my senses riveted to his movements, his sounds, him. He said it so softly, flitting on the bed of beats. Undiscernable to anyone else, lost in the white noise of thumping sounds. Lost, but not to my ears. I wait no more. I fall back, my weight pillowing against his hardness, his muscled chest, my cushion, my home. I can't stop the moan that trips from my lips. I fall against him, and start swaying my hips to the steady rhythm that coats the crowded club. We are but two people lost in the throng of couples. I pull the smell of him into my lungs, suffusing my nose - primal rich, intoxicating and mine. His hands grip my hips, slowly, oh so very slowly pulling me tight against him. I can feel his erection stroking my back. I can feel the centralized heat reaching toward my own. Taking me down, pulling me down into a bed of naked need. My breath catches, trapped against my lips and creating a low thrumming hum. His hands crawl from my hips, grabbing my waist and pulling me tighter against him. I nearly cry out as he begins to move, to slink and sway with the music, matching every beat with a sensual motion, making my movements echo his. His hands slide up my arms, raising them over my head until he grips my wrists and brings them down, crossing them in front of my body, his thumbs brush against my breasts as they lower and we move with the music in an entangled embrace, my back against his chest, his arms encircling mine and hugging me against him. Oh God, yes. My head falls back against his chest, tilted to the right, my hair falls to the side. I feel his breathe ripple over my exposed skin, hot. I feel his lips close over my neck, wet, demanding, all the while we gyrate in time with the steady throb of the music. Side to side, twisting, sliding and rubbing against each other. I want, I need, to feel his skin against my skin. I am enveloped, lost, with him, in him. His body drapes over me, brands me as we move, not missing a beat. He releases my arms and I reach up behind me, cupping his neck, pulling him down further, angling my face, my lips, to meet his. They meet. I am sizzling, buzzing, shaking. My hands are unsteady, yet steady in purpose as I reach my fingers into the silken strands of his hair, reaching beyond the heated skin of his ear. I move my fingers higher, lower, higher lower, matching our swaying body movements We are symmetry, burning perfection. XXX I want her and I want her now. I start to walk backwards, she matches me step for step, touch for touch. I am burning alive and luxuriating in it. I continue to pull her with me, through the small crowd toward a door that was nearly flush with the wall. I push against it and it gives, letting us into what must have been a supply room of some sort. The door closes in front of us. It is empty, dark and ours. We don't need much room. This is it. I never would have expected it to be like this, not after this long, but perhaps because the wait had *been* this long, is why it is like this - Animal, tender, demanding and loving. Oh yes, loving. I cherish her. I am attached, a part of her more thoroughly then words or thoughts can convey. I do not weep for the lack of my idealized dream of what this moment would be like. It doesn't matter. The moment is here. The moment is now. There is no more waiting. My eyes become accustomed to the darkness. It isn't complete black. A small window allows outside light to splash the room in a hazy shade of red. It is the light of the club's sign, pulsing and alternating with the muffled sounds of the music from the dance floor. "Scully," I rasp, my voice emotion choked. We remained as we entered, back to chest. We have not moved, turned or talked -- until now. My hands slide under her shirt, blazing against her hot skin, raising to stroke the underside of her breasts through her silk bra. "Mulder," she gasps, lowering a bit so my hands can cup her breasts more firmly. I do, pulling her back up, tight against my chest. I can feel her hands gripping my waist as I stroke her through her bra, her hands imitating my circular movements. I reach higher, freeing my hands of her breasts and running them up the center of her chest, gripping her under her chin and pulling her lips to my own as my thumb rubs against the side of her jaw. Releasing her mouth,I dip down, suckling the tantalizing skin of her neck once more. I lift my lips, reluctantly, from her sensitive skin as I let my hand slide back down, finding the clasp of her bra in the front. With a flick of my index finger and thumb, her bra comes apart, draping against her full, swollen breasts. I can feel her heart beat, thudding against my palm as I lazily rub her chest. Our breaths mingle, labored in mirrored intensity. I can feel her getting anxious against me. She wants her turn and I want her to have it. I step back the barest distance, letting her turn around to face me, her shirt open, her bra undone and her skirt and panties sliding to the floor as she stands before me. I look into her eyes for the first time since our actions began, our seduction realized. The red light flashes against us in pulsating waves. Her eyes are dilated and her lips, swollen, wet and parted. She is fantastic and, mine. XXX I am mesmerized, gripped within the intense desire that drowns me - desire that stems from his eyes. We stand before each other, the light coloring us in profile, allowing us to see one another. I watch the rapid rise and fall of his chest and I know.... I did that. I reach a hand up to his cheek and he presses his face against it. I can feel the minute stubble scrape against the pads of my fingers, my senses intensified. I slide my hand from his face, over his chin, down his neck. I can feel the flushed warmth as my hand falls against the collar of his shirt. I reach my other arm up and he grips it, softly, tenderly, stroking it's length as I unbutton his shirt, alternating my gaze from his shirt to his eyes, unable to focus solely on one sight at a time. The buttons slip from the eyelets, quickly, exposing his chest. I bite my lip, letting my breath suck in through my teeth. We stand apart just enough for me to see more and more of his chest revealed. Magnificant. I knew he would be. I've seen him before, of course, but never... Never like this, never like this - for me. I allow myself to study him. His shoulders broad, tapering down to his trim waist. His stomach is defined, his chest muscles sculpted beneath a smattering of hair. He has a lean, runner's body. Delectible. He reaches for me, but I step back, shaking my head slightly before stepping closer again and sliding the shirt from his shoulders, down his arms. I pause, reaching for his wrists and undoing the cuff buttons. My touch is feather light, yet I can feel his pulse jumping against my fingers tips. I free each arm, and continue to slide his shirt off, letting it fall in a puddle upon the floor. I erase the distance between us, splaying my hands on his chest, and bringing my lips to his hardened nipples. First one, then the other - kissing them, licking them. They are salt and sweetness against my taste buds. Each move, each touch I play upon Mulder causes his chest to rise and fall with increasing intensity, yet I continue my sensual torture until he pulls me back from him, sliding his hands around my neck and gently pulling my lips to his. My eyes fall closed as my breath tangos with his. Our lips twist and taste, our tongues lave at each other, tangling and suckling... both of us, our breaths heaving in mirrored intensity. I feel his hands rise up and entwine within my hair, his mouth never leaving mine. The strands of my hair tickle my neck as they play within his palms. I rub my body closer against him. He pulls my shirt from my shoulders. Gasping for air, he releases my mouth from his and begins to kiss each inch of exposed shoulder, first one then the other. He then slips his index finger under my bra straps and tugs them down. The wispy material falls from my breasts, exposing them completely to his view. He continues to drag the straps down my arm as he ducks his head to kiss my breasts. Licking, kissing. I feel his tongue begin to flick at my nipple and my knees buckle. He laughs, deep and richly timbered. I feel it reverberate through my body. As he catches me with an arm about my waist, I raise my hand to his hair again, combing it with my fingers in tangled swirls and waves. I let my hand slid from his hair to trail down the back of his neck, over his shoulder blades, as he continues to electrify me, teasing and nipping at my nipples, first one then the other. Always one, then the other... nothing left neglected. I can't stop shuddering against him. I reach a hand behind me, gripping fors something, anything and find the edge of shelving. Mulder raises his head, kissing my lips as he pulls my hand from the support. "I won't let you fall," he whispers against my cheek, nuzzling my ear with his lips and his breath. He's wrong, though. I've already fallen but he has caught me, completely. That realization frightens and excites at the same time, a paradox of emotions drenching me in rising and breaking tides.... but always, always leaving the remaining sands of love -- pure, fine and crystallized. "Oh God, Mulder," I moan. I can feel tears cascading down my cheeks. I can't stop them. I feel beautiful, cherished, desired. I feel... I feel Mulder kissing them, capturing my overflowing feelings with his lips, not letting one tear trail away into nothingness. I open my eyes and see a mirrored moisture in his own. I reach a hand to his face and as I do, I spy a single tear fall, but I catch it in my palm. We stare at one another, moments, minutes, and I can feel my heart reaching and embracing, interlocking with his forever. I smile, shaky in the raw moment of exposure. And I feel safe, cherished, beautiful. *We* are beautiful. There is no more question. Our hearts are bared and yet covered with the other's. We are safe, we are.... we just are. XXX My God, but she is beyond description. Alluring, divine. She is my divinity. She holds my soul in her eyes, in her hand and in her heart... and I know, with absolute certainty that I also hold her's in those very same places and *that* reality steals my very being. I've waited. I've wanted. And now, we have. I crush her against me and our mouths meet over and over and over again. It is not rushed but slow, deliberate, stamping. She is claiming me as surely as I claim her, validating repeatedly the contact, the tactile reality of our emotions, of our very selves. I pull her against me and feel her hook her leg around mine, rubbing it up and down over my pants. I reach to undo my button and zipper but she pulls my hands away, bringing them to her lips and placing a kiss in the center of each palm. I can't help but shudder. I nod my head and she reaches down and unhooks the button, lowering the zipper. I feel her hands slide beneath my underwear, cupping my backside in her palms, tugging me close against her as she kisses my chest, teasing my nipples yet again. I rub my hands up and down her arms, letting her have her way. I moan, as she pulls me tighter to her then pushes me away, slightly, as she slides my pants and underwear, slowly, oh so very slowly, down my legs, kissing my chest, my stomach and trailing lower and lower. My shoes slide off and I step out of the material and kick it away. I feel her lips cover me, wet, torturously delightful. I shake my head, caught in the sensation as she manipulates me with her tongue, her mouth and her need. I am near insane with hitching and rising sensations. I am hers. I can take no more. I reach down and pull her up. She crawls up my body, feral. I turn her around, her back leaning against my chest as I stroke her stomach and caress a breast. I let my hand that's stroking her stomach, glide lower, and lower, delving into the apex of her legs, her center. My fingers brush through her short, curls, reaching further... further until I find what I am looking for. She jumps against my hand, gasping in my ear as she turns to nuzzle it. My one arm anchors her against me while the other strokes and enflames, engorges her beyond thought, beyond reason... just as surely as she has done to me. I hear her breath catching, hitching and her body shuddering as I hold her in my hands. She lets out another strangled gasp, her body writhing and still shaking against mine. Both our breaths are labored and excited as I hear her opening and cracking and mending for me, against me. I feel her begin to slowly uncoil and so I pull my hand away, letting it rove up her body again. Both palms cup her breasts as I once again kiss her neck, first one side then the other. I press my lips against her hair and she turns her head to capture my lips. I kiss her temple, then help her turn around and we are once more, chest to chest. I am solid against her, hot and ready. She smiles, gently kissing the corner of my mouth as she once again hooks her leg around mine. Only, this time, there are no clothes in our way. I feel her, skin against skin, leg against leg. I reach down and cup her from behind, pulling her up against me. She wraps her other leg around my waist. I turn to lean her against the door for support. Now only her face is visible in the light and I want to watch every emotion, sensation, movement that flutters over her features. Slowly, I let her slide, sink down. With only slight adjustment, we pause at the precipice of completion. "Now or never, Scully," I say, before moving an inch - a centimeter, further. "Forever, Mulder, forever," she replies in a strong, determined voice. There is no more waiting, and our want is fulfilled as, without another word, we join... and finally, I feel her not only against my skin. I feel her underneath my skin, melded to me - a part of me. Forever. ~The End~ XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX FEEDBACK: Exley_61 at typo@clam.rutgers.edu