11/99 - It was one year ago this week that I finishing writing my very
first fanfic story.:) And now, 17 stories and 93 poems later,
I still get great joy out of my writing! To celebrate my first
year, I'd like to repost my first story "Only Better." It will
always hold a special place in my heart...
Thank you to all of you who have written such wonderful
feedback to me about my work over the last year. Words
cannot express how much I cherish each and every one
of your letters.:):)
Susan
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Title: Only Better
Author: Susan Frankovich
E-mail: susanf@ticnet.com
http://members.tripod.com/sfrankovich/index.html
Rating: PG
Classification: VR
Keywords: MSR
Archive: Anywhere, just ask first please.
Disclaimer: These characters belong to each other,
not me.
Summary: Mulder thinks about how wonderful it
would be to share a dance with Scully.
Thanks: A HUGE thank you goes to Suzanna for all
her great suggestions and editing help.
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Only Better
by Susan Frankovich
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I want to dance with you, Scully.
It's a simple request, really. Such a normal thought to have about
the woman you love. Of course, our lives are anything but normal.
I think that's why I think about it so much. The image of us
dancing has been with me for quite some time now. I keep it tucked
away the same way I keep my wallet tucked in the back pocket of my
pants. It's always there, yet I only take it out when I need it. It's so
comforting for me, knowing that I can pull out this image on those
days when my life seems like nothing but chaos. Of course, now
that I think about it, that seems to be pretty much every day.
The place is always different. Sometimes we're in a crowded
nightclub. Sometimes we're in a majestic ballroom, and sometimes
we're simply doing an impromptu dance in the office. I've pictured
us slow dancing, waltzing, doing the tango, and even doing some
disco dancing, but no matter where my mind imagines us, one thing
always stays the same. Our dance always ends with a kiss.
Tonight as I sleep, I find myself swept up in a dream in which the
image of us dancing is clearer than it's ever been. We are in my
apartment, talking, with soft music playing in the background. You
look so relaxed sitting on my couch, and I'm finding it difficult to
concentrate on what you're saying. I keep looking at your lips as
you talk and wondering what they would feel like next to mine. The
streetlight outside is shining through my window, casting shadows
upon your hair, and your eyes are intensely focused on me. I try to
hide the fact that I'm looking at your lips, but I have a feeling you
know exactly what I'm doing.
You look so beautiful sitting there, and I know that it's time. If I
don't take this chance now, I never will. I stand up, hold out my
hand, and whisper, "Dance with me, Scully." You look at me for
what seems like an eternity. My heart is pounding so loudly in my
chest, it's overpowering all my senses. Just when I think I can't
wait a second longer for your response, you stand. You nod your
head, take my hand, and slowly press your entire body into mine
without saying a word.
Your head rests against my chest, and I feel my heart beating even
faster. Your hips gently brush up against my thighs, and I feel a
tickling sensation as you move your fingers along my lower back.
I'm afraid to move, for fear of breaking the spell we seem to be
under. Although words go unspoken, everything between us is
being said in this one moment. After a long pause, we start
swaying in rhythm with the music.
We dance for what seems like hours. You feel so good next to me, so
soft, so warm. I don't want to let you go, but the music has stopped.
Our silent dance is over. I take a step back, but you don't. You
simply smile at me, and casually move your hands from my back to
my face. I am absolutely mesmerized by you and before I realize it,
my hands are stroking your cheeks. I want to kiss you, and I can see
in your eyes that you want me to.
I slowly lean forward and close my eyes. Your breath caresses my
face, causing a rush of excitement to wash over me. Our lips barely
touch, then press together in an exquisite kiss. I pull you closer,
wanting nothing more than to lose myself completely in you. I want
you so much, Scully. I've wanted you for so...
"Mulder, it's me. Are you in there?" I'm suddenly startled out of
my dream by the sound of your voice at my door. I immediately sit
up and try to get my bearings. I feel warm and a little out of breath.
I can tell my face is flushed, and I'm not sure I want you to see me
like this. I take a couple of deep breaths and rub my eyes a few
times, still trying to get myself together. "Yeah, I'm here, Scully.
Just a minute."
I move towards the door, but before I can get there, you walk in,
with my key in your hand. "What took you so long, Mulder? Are
you okay?" You sound a little concerned. Of course, I can't tell
you that I was right in the middle of the most incredible dream of
my life, so I simply say, "I'm okay, Scully. I was just taking a nap
on the couch. Why are you here? Is everything alright?" Now it's
my turn to be concerned.
"I'm fine, Mulder. It's just that when we left the office earlier, I
couldn't stop thinking about this case. I think I finally figured out
what this Thompson guy is gonna do next. I was going over the
forensics reports again tonight, and I found something we missed
earlier. I think if we go back to the office tonight and start..."
"Dance with me, Scully," I blurt out.
The stunned look on your face is priceless. With four simple words,
I have managed to catch you completely off guard. After quickly
regaining your composure, you raise your eyebrow, and suspiciously
ask, "What did you say, Mulder?"
"You heard me, Scully. I want you to dance with me." My eyes lock
onto you as you move over to the couch and sit down. I can tell that
you're pondering what I've suggested, but aren't quite sure how to
respond just yet.
You look up at me, searching my face for some kind of answer.
Trusting what you see in my eyes, you finally stand up, and quietly
say, "Okay." I can't stop smiling as you take my hand and press your
body into mine without saying a word. You rest your head against my
chest and place your hands on my lower back in just the right spot.
We start to dance, and it's just like I've imagined us. Only this
time, it's even better.
~end~
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