| Category: Mulder/Skinner music pic fic (!) Rating: NC-17 for content Characters: Walter and Fox Series: No Spoilers: None – PWP – mainly Mulder’s POV. Summary: Sometimes, you just have to go where the music takes you. Archive: Just tell me where it’s going Additional ‘stuff’: This was inspired both by Elton John’s song ‘Original Sin’ and a pic on Sergeeva’s site. The Club is a figment of my imagination. And, no, I don’t think what Fox and Walter are doing is in the least bit sinful. If you do, don’t read. Check out the song on the album ‘Songs from the West Coast’ and the pic, and some other lovely Walter things at Sergeeva's site: The one I based this on is called ‘Slowdance’ and was made for Xanthe. Check out her amazing site (which has some of my fic too, under my 'other' name -Susanna!) by clicking below: |
It’s been a hard week. After a case there’s always a ton of paperwork. In the office there are too many distractions. So I usually end up bringing most of it home. Where Walter makes sure I complete every one of the dozens of forms correctly. ‘I’m done. Let’s go out.’ Getting up, I grab my coat, not allowing Walter time to form a coherent objection. My hand’s on the front door before he decides to give in, getting to his feet and following me out. ‘Where d’you wanna go?’ ‘The Club.’ ‘Okay.’ The Club is crowded. A few years ago, you would be lucky to find someone to buy a drink for. Now, we’re just two people among dozens who have found a place where two people dancing together doesn’t raise an eyebrow. Even if those two people are Walter and me.
Still I hunger for you when you look at me That face, those eyes All the sinful pleasures deep inside
Underneath my skin Oh you were always my original sin And tell me why, I shudder inside, every time we begin This dangerous game Oh you were always my original sin Breathing in a mix of aftershave, shampoo, and shower gel together with the unique scent that is Walter, I feel intoxicated. And calm. And content. We’re moving slowly, letting the music wash over us and the tension begins to leave Walter’s neck and shoulders. His eyes begin to close and only I can see the people around us. I know it’s not me they’re watching. It’s Walter. That’s okay. They just get to watch. Later, when there’s no crowd, no music, no clothes, I get to touch.
The moment that you open up your eyes A dream is just a riddle Ghosts from every corner of your life If we could stay here all night, we would. Safe. Wanted. Loved. But it’s late, and we’re both tired. So as the music fades, reluctantly, we pull apart. We’ll come back again another night. Lose ourselves in each other and the music. Then find each other when it ends. As always. It’s like there’s an invisible bond between us now. We could never lose each other. We’re together. Protecting. Understanding. Loving. Forever. Chasing away each other’s demons. And between us we have a truckload. They say everyone has a song. A piece of music that holds a special meaning for them. We didn’t. Until now. This is our song. Thanks Elton. And Bernie. End
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