Bear
by Tory Anderson
tory_anderson@yahoo.com
July 1999
NC-17
SRH
SUMMARY: Your typical Mulder & Scully romance story with a twist...
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I don't wanna be a tiger
Cause tigers play too rough
I don't wanna be a lion
Cause lions ain't the kind
You love enough.
Just wanna be your
Teddy Bear
- "Teddy Bear" by Elvis Presley
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Mulder had a secret.
He had never told anyone. Not even Scully.
Especially not Scully.
It wasn't like it was a *dirty* secret. It wasn't like he sold
kiddie porn or was a male hooker in his off hours or anything. In
fact, he bet that
a lot of people had the same secret. Well, not *exactly* the same
secret - the basis of the secret tended to vary somewhat.
Mulder wondered what Scully would say if she
knew.
She would probably laugh at him. Or even
worse, pity him.
Most likely, she'd do both, while at the same time calling up the
men in the white coats.
You see, Fox Mulder, age 37, Oxford graduate, psychologist,
profiler, and FBI Special Agent...
...slept with a teddy bear.
It was quite a *nice* teddy bear though, as
teddy bears went. In fact, it was in pretty good shape, considering
all its years of wear and
tear. It didn't have a name. No name was good
enough for his bear. So Mulder generally just called him Bear.
Bear was cinnamon-coloured, with highlights the colour of Scully's
hair. Some his fur was wearing bald in places, and the colour had
faded in others, but all in all, it was a nice bear.
And so, it was Friday. More close to Saturday than Friday, if you
want to get technical. The
clock read 11:26, and Mulder was stretched out on
his couch, covered in a green knit blanket and clutching his Bear.
The night was silent, still.
Mulder rolled over, breaking the lull in the
air and also trapping poor Bear between his body and the back of the
couch. Silence fell once again.
Until it was broken again, and not by Mulder
but by....Bear.
Blinking open his honey golden eyes, Bear quickly squirmed out
from where he was stuck and scrambled over Mulder's body to stand on
the coffee table,
where he paused a moment to watch his friend sleep.
Then, his eyes travelled downward to the unmistakeable bulge in
the blanket. Bear hid a smirk. Most likely dreaming about that nice
red-haired lady again. The one whom he called Scully, and whose name
he called out in the middle of the night. And certainly not in
nightmares.
Bear liked her. She was the only person who never sat on him.
Grinning, Bear knew it was finally time to put his plan into
action.
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After rummaging around in Mulder's coat and
pants pockets for awhile, Bear finally found what he had been looking
for: Mulder's cell phone.
Flipping it open with one polyester paw, Bear pressed #1 speed
dial and propped the phone up near Mulder's mouth.
"Hello?" Scully's voice filtered through, rough and low-pitched
from sleep. She cleared her throat. "Mulder?" Bear smiled.
"Mulder is that you? Are you there?" Luckily
for Bear and his plan, allergy season had reared it's ugly head, and
Mulder's congestion had caused his breathing to deepen and exaggerate
somewhat, "Are
you okay? Mulder?"
A pause. "Mulder, I'm coming over. Hang on Mulder, okay? I'll
be right there." The click of
a receiver echoed in the ear of a Very Happy Bear.
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After pacing for a few minutes, Bear climbed up
onto Mulder's shelf. He amused himself by giving the goldfish heart
attacks - Mulder was always confused
as to how his fish kept dying over night - but Bear's
attention was quickly captured by the sound of a key turning in a lock.
"MULDER!!" Scully shouted, throwing open the
door and running into the apartment, weapon drawn.
"AAARRGGGHHHH!!!" Mulder bellowed, bolting upright on the couch.
"Jesus Christ, Scully!" He stared at her blearily, rubbing sleep
fromhis eyes.
"Mulder, are you okay?" she asked, breathless.
A few pieces of tangled red hair fell in her face and she pushed them
away in annoyance, "I got a phone call..."
"From me?" Mulder glanced over at the table where his cell phone
lay and frowned, "I never called you, Scully. I was asleep. Are you
sure it was me?"
"Call display, Mulder."
Danger having passed, Scully released her breath on a sigh and
dropped her gun on the coffee table, "You're all right then, are you?"
"I'm fine, Scully, come sit." Mulder invited, moving over
andpatting the spot beside him. "I don't think either of us will get
to sleep after this.
Want something to drink?"
"Coffee." Scully requested, dropping down onto the couch.
"Please."
Busying himself in the kitchen, Mulder absently wondered how he
had managed to call his partner when he *knew* he had been asleep. He
had no doubt of his slumber - he could vividly recall a very detailed
dream from which he had been roused....
Shaking himself out of his reverie, Mulder searched through the
cupboards in search of instant coffee. All he had was an empty Nescafe
jar, a few brown granules clinging tenaciously to the rim. He sighed,
and threw it in the garbage. A more productive search led to a bottle
of sauvignon, and
a plastic-wrapped can of Pepsi. He sighed.
Returning to the living room, he found that Scully had removed her
coat, and that all she was wearing underneath was pyjamas... *very*
low-cut pyjamas...
Mulder was suddenly glad he had decided to
change into sweats before falling asleep...
"All I had." he said apologetically, handing her a glass of red
wine. "That and moldy, flat pop which
I didn't think you'd want."
"Thanks." Scully murmured, giving him an inscrutable look. She
raised the glass to him, and he did likewise, then took a sip of the
liquid in her
hands. She peered over the rim of the cup at him,
and smiled, a bright, happy smile that Mulder rarely saw on her. He
grinned back at her, goofily, and her lashes fell as she turned her
face away, her smile still lingering on her lips.
I love you, he longed to tell her. I never dreamed I'd find
someone like you. Do you know how much I owe you? So much that I
could never even
come close to repaying in this lifetime. You've sacrificed so much for
me, Scully, for this insane quest I'm on and I've never once thanked
you for it. At least never verbally. I never could. I could
never tell you I love you, either. I haven't even
come to terms with it myself, but I know that I can't tell you, ever.
But sometimes it's so damn hard to
keep it to myself, especially at times like now, when you're smiling at
me like I'm the greatest thing in the world since Kraft Dinner. When
you're smiling at me like you love me too, which I know can't be
possible, because you'd never fall for someone with
as much bad baggage as me. You could never love me, Scully.
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Up on his perch on the shelf, Bear frowned. What was taking these
two so long? At this rate, they'd
be 78 before they even kissed... No. It was time for Bear to take
matters into his own paws.
Taking care that neither Mulder nor Scully would see him, Bear
slid down the shelving unit and scampered over to Mulder's CD player
and quickly inspected the collection of CD's in a pile beside it. Bear
frowned. He should've known that Mulder wouldn't own any love songs.
Unfortunately, Bear didn't know
of any soft rock radio stations, either,
and he knew Mulder's radio was tuned to an alternative rock station.
Bear spun the dial back and forth a few times
and hoped for the best... Fuzz filled the air for a few seconds as the
stuffed animal fumbled with the dial. Scully looked startled, and
Mulder jumped up
and stalked over to the stereo. Bear dove behind a pile of junk just
as the song began to come in
clear...
**What would you think if I told you
I've always wanted to hold you?
I don't know what we're afraid of
Nothing would change if we made love...**
Mulder stopped dead in his tracks. Tension
began to flood the air.
"I didn't-" Mulder croaked. He cleared his throat and started
over, "I didn't have it tuned to this station." He turned to see
Scully, her face,
her expression hidden by a curtain of hair.
"Right." She looked up now, anger and contempt clearly written in
her eyes, "Just like you didn't call me, either."
"I didn't-" Mulder protested weakly.
"Just like you *happened* to only have wine in your kitchen. What
exactly were you trying to do, hmm? Seduce me? Get me drunk? Try and
get me into your bed? I'm not another one of your cheap dates, Mulder.
I'm not another notch on your bedpost, and
I'm not as *stupid* and *naive* as you think!" Her voice had risen to a
shout, and Mulder's wince was
echoed unknowingly by Bear. Where had this all gone wrong?
By that time, the small redhead had pulled her shoes on, and was
in the process of struggling into her coat, "I rushed over here,
Mulder, at twelve
thirty in the middle of the night because I thought you were in danger.
I was sound asleep for the first time since god-knows-when and your
little *prank*
woke me up. I came over here in my pyjamas for god's
sake! *My pyjamas*!"
Mulder decided it would probably be wise to refrain from
mentioning that Scully looked incredibly desirable when she was mad.
Light spilling into the dim room from the hallway alerted Mulder to the
fact that Scully was indeed on her way out.
"I'm sorry," he said entreatingly. She stared
at him in disbelief and laughed shortly.
"You're *sorry!* You're absolutely unbelievable, Fox Mulder."
"I *am* sorry, Scully." He rushed. "Really. I didn't mean for any
of this to happen. Really. I don't ever remember calling you. I left
my cell
phone in my jacket, I know I did. And- and all I
had *was* wine - you can even check my cupboards and fridge. I meant to
go grocery shopping today but I
was too tired, Scully please..."
She looked at him tiredly for a moment, her hand on the doorknob,
caught between leaving in indignancy, and believing him and staying.
But in the end, it always came down to the latter.
"I'm sorry, Mulder." she murmured wearily, moving
back inside, and shutting the door. Mulder smiled
in relief as she kicked off her shoes and dropped her jacket on a
chair. "I jumped to conclusions. I overreacted."
"That's okay." Mulder said softly. "We're both tired. But I am
sorry," he added. "I really didn't mean for all that stuff to happen."
"I believe you."
"That's all I ever wanted."
Scully studied him for a beat, then he held out his arms and
pulled her warm body to his. Mulder sucked in a breath, and blew it
out, ruffling Scully's hair. She murmured and pulled him closer. He
tensed-
the feel of her soft silk-sheathed body was entirely too nice... Then
she reached up on her tiptoes and twined her arms around his neck,
blowing her warm, moist breath out across his collarbone, and Mulder
knew he was lost. Gone. Dead. There was no way Scully couldn't feel
the way that certain parts of
him were hardening, pressed together as intimately as they were....
"Umm, Scully..."
"Sssh, Mulder." She whispered huskily, "I want to dance."
Well, never let it be said that he would refuse the woman
anything... Resigning himself to his fate with trepidation and not
without a good degree of lust, Mulder slid his hands down her
silk-covered back, rough calluses catching on the slickness. The woman
in his arms emitted a sigh that was almost-but-not-quite a whimper.
Scully leaned up, "I love you," she whispered
in his ear.
Mulder's heart was racing. God oh god, he thought. What do I do
now?
"Let me make love to you."
Mulder felt a moistness and heat around the
edges of his ear - oh god, Scully is licking my ear. "Umm, Scully..."
She drew back and looked at him, equal parts amusement and lust
colouring her eyes a deep, dark turquoise, "Is that all you can say?"
"Umm..."
It seemed so...
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She grinned suddenly and, lifting up on her
toes once more, gently placed her lips on his. Oh
my god, Mulder thought. Scully's kissing me. How
did it ever come to this? Reacting purely on instinct, as his mind was
still in shock, he slid
his fingers into her hair, tipping her head back as they began to kiss
anew, deeper, hotter, hungrier.
Mulder's tongue darted out to lick around the edges
of her mouth, and she parted her lips on a moan. He almost lost his
equilibrium *again* from the taste of her; dark, smoky, and a little
bit spicy from the
wine they had drunk.
All of a sudden, out of the blue, his partner
and maybe-if-he-got-lucky lover pulled her lips away with a *pop.*
"Scully?" he squeaked, and coughed. She stepped back a little, and
Mulder felt like crying.
He could already feel the chills creeping over his body. Scully
reached up with one hand and curled it around his neck. For all her
bold actions before, she was now having doubts.
"Mulder, are you sure?"
Mulder felt like laughing. Was he sure? *Was
he sure?* He had only been fantasising about this woman for the past
six years and she wanted to know
if he was sure?
"For god's sake, Scully." he grumbled, and reached out to pull her
mouth back to his. She allowed her lips to linger for a few seconds
before pulling away again.
"No, really, Mulder. I meant what I said, before. I'm not another
one of your cheap dates."
"Did you mean the other thing you said before, too?"
"Which?"
"That you... loved me."
"Oh. That." Mulder watched as Scully blushed bright red,
"Mulder,I-"
"It's okay. You don't need to tell me if you don't want to," This
time, when Mulder kissed her, Scully didn't stop him. Deep inside,
Mulder felt slightly disappointed that she would not confide in him.
After all, he wasn't one of her cheap dates, either. But he quickly
squelched that feeling as he tore his lips away to blaze a trail of
kisses down
Scully's neck and along her collarbone. She lolled her head back,
letting Mulder unbutton her top as he knelt before her, kissing the
dent at the base of
her throat and down.
Scully let her shirt slide carelessly off her shoulders as Mulder
gently placed his lips on one
dark pink nipple and let the very tip of his tongue come out to tease
it... just... carefully...
"Mulder..." Scully groaned in frustration.
He grinned up at her, "Something I can do for you, ma'am?"
"Keep going... don't stop..." And for once
Mulder listened. Sliding his hands down her back and then around to the
front, he tugged on the drawstring of her pyjama bottoms, letting them
fall in a puddle
of sapphire-tinted silk around her ankles. Scully almost laughed at
the look on Mulder's face - he looked like a child on Christmas morning
who had
been granted his dearest wish... Scully in a deep, ruby-red thong.
He licked suddenly parched lips, as he had seen the woman before
him do on many occasions. Dear God.
Pale, pale white skin that he *knew* was softer than velvet and
tasted better then heaven and cotton candy and lollipops all mixed
together... the intense red of the fabric contrasted with the porcelain
skin, serving only to heighten the ache in Mulder's pants. A few stray
curls of wispy titian hair peeked out
from behind the seam, and Mulder felt his head spin...
He looked up suddenly when he heard curious gurgling sounds from
above. "Scully?" he questioned hesitantly.
"Mulder," she gasped through sobs of laughter, "Your face..."
Mulder sat there quietly for a beat, watching
the woman he loved have a good laugh at his expense. Then, grumbling
slightly under his breath, Mulder set about making her stop.
Once the string of the thong had been pushed aside, the full aroma
of Scully's arousal hit him
like a 16-ton weight dropped on top of his head, and did about the same
to his equilibrium. Was there nothing about this woman that couldn't
make him fall to his knees?
Scully was still laughing though, and something had to be done
about that...
Scully's giggles quickly turned into cries of pleasure as Mulder
applied lips, tongue, nose and - just carefully - teeth, to the centre
of her need in cautiously measured strokes. Each friendly swipe of
his tongue was answered by a high whimper from Scully's throat. He
thrust his tongue in and around her, between folds and up to her
clitoris, which was by then made supersensitive with her want for him.
He flicked it lightly with his tongue, and felt a flinch go through
Scully's body, like she'd been touched with electric prongs. He
grinned.
Finally centring his efforts on that hard bit
of skin-covered-nerve, Mulder sucked and pulled and nipped and licked
at it until he felt Scully's flinches grow longer and more frequent. He
licked his lips and dove in for a final assault, watching as she bucked
and moaned and screamed atop his mouth, calling out to God, Mulder, or
whoever wouldlisten.
With a self-satisfied grin on his face, Mulder lowered Scully's
sated body to the floor, letting her curl up beside him. "Mulder," she
whispered.
"Hmm?"
"I do love you, you know. I meant it."
"Did you?" Mulder's voice remained a low, intimate whisper, but
only Scully could hear the guarded defences coming up. His heart,
lonely for
so long, unsure of how to trust in these regards.
"Yes." she whispered, "And I'm sorry if you
ever thought otherwise."
Silence. Mulder swallowed. "I-"
Scully stiffened imperceptibly. "You don't have to tell me if you
don't want to." she said, mocking Mulder's earlier words, hiding her
hurt.
"No, no...Scully....I do, um, love you...I just... I... fuck. I'm
not good at saying these
types of things, y'know?"
Were those tears brimming in her eyes?
"Then show me," she said in a husky voice. A low, animal growl
coming from his throat, Mulder leaned over and covered Scully's mouth
with his own, grasping her waist, anchoring himself against the
tremendous wave of arousal hitting him. His partner responded in kind,
viciously yanking his sweatpants off his body and climbing over him.
Mulder twitched, feeling a smear of moistness and heat against his
upper thigh. She leaned over, hard, taut nipples brushing over his own,
"You're mine..."
He could only nod his head in acquiescence.
When the woman was right, she was right. So caught up in his thoughts
was he, that when she suddenly rose
up and dropped herself down on his almost painfully-hard cock, he
nearly came right then from the sudden envelope of heat and wetness
gripping his erection like a clamp.
"JESUS Christ, Scully," he gasped, trying really, really hard to
not end this too soon. But the way she was wiggling her hips around was
making it increasingly difficult. He placed his hands on her waist,
stilling her movements. "Give a man a bit of warning, will you?"
She smirked, raising up and doing it again. He gasped. "I like to
keep you on your toes." She whispered throatily, with humorous
undertones.
Mulder glanced past her body at his toes, which were indeed
curling from the sheer pleasure he was experiencing, and the strain of
holding it back, "You are, Scully. You are." He bit his lip, drawing
blood, as she lifted herself, clenching her muscles around him as she
went. "You...GOD!...you maybe wanna... oh...take this someplace other
then my...ugh.... living room carpet?"
She gave him a mischievous smile and dropped
her head to suck and lick at one of his brown nipples, "Sure."
He held back a girlish whimper, "What has gotten into you,
Scully?"
"You." She laughed, "And a couple glasses of wine."
He stared at her. "That was unbelievably corny."
She hiccuped. "I know." She wrapped her arms around his neck as
he sat up. "Let's go."
Doing a balancing act that any circus performer would be proud
of, Mulder carefully got to his feet, his lover still wrapped around
his body, and managed to walk the few metres to his bedroom without
sending them both toppling to the floor.
As their giggles receded down the hall, Bear cautiously peeked
out from behind a chair, and smiled triumphantly. He thought a minute
about following them into the bedroom to make sure all ran smoothly,
but on hearing a particularly loud, long moan from that direction,
decided that there were just some things he did not want to see. They
would be just
fine without him.
Bear scrambled up onto the couch and under Mulder's long-abandoned
blanket. He gave himself a pat on the back for a job well-done.
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They landed on the bed with a bounce. The jarring of Mulder's
cock, still inside her, prompted
a long moan to erupt from Scully's throat. She pulled him down on top
of her, pulling at his lips with hers, grasping at his ass with sweaty
slippery fingers, forcing him deeper inside her.
He grunted with the effort, feet tangling in
the sheets for better leverage as he thrust inside her, again, again,
again.
"Mulder..." she gasped, "Hurry up...."
"What?" His voice was breathless.
"Come on, come with me..."
"What the hell- I was waiting for you..."
"What? Well....come on, then..." She licked her lips and pushed
her hips up to meet his. Mulder gasped, having the presence of mind
toreach down between the heat of their bodies and tug none-too-gently
on her clit.
Scully howled. Twisting her body, rubbing her sweat-slickened
breasts against him, tightening her already taut muscles around him,
pulling the orgasm out of him with all the willpower of the Irish. He
chewed his lip violently to keep from screaming like Scully and her
choir of banshees, tasting the blood. He swore he saw fairies, dancing
around on his blankets, just out of reach... or were those stars...
must be stars... or a supernova, because everything was going
black......
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"Mulder?"
{My bedroom smells like sex.} was the first thought that popped
into Mulder's mind.
"Can you hear me?"
Second was, {I can't see.} Third, {I can't talk.} Which was
indeed a problem for somebody who spoke as much as he did.
He could hear though, Scully grumbling in the background,
footsteps receding and the gurgle of
water running.
"Jesus, Mulder, I didn't mean to *kill* you,
not today."
What Mulder *meant* to say was, "That's okay Scully," but what
came out as more along the lines
of, "Ugg urgoog, arrrrrrg."
She was immediately at his side, pressing kisses along his
hairline and putting something cool on his forehead. He reached up and
pushed it away, "I'm fine, Scully." He coughed. "I don't have a fever,
I passed out."
He swore he could see her trying not to laugh. "Should I be proud
of myself then, or embarrassed?"
Scully yelped as he pulled her down on top of him, her red hair
tickling his cheeks. He kissed her on the lips with a *smack!* "I would
say definitely proud. You're incredible, Scully. Nothing like that has
ever happened to me before."
She pushed his head away as he tried to latch
on to one of her breasts. "And that's not happening again to you
anytime soon. You're going to get some sleep, Mulder."
He pouted. She glared. He batted his eyelashes. She crossed her
arms. He let his lower
lip, the one he *knew* she found so appealing, tremble just the
slightest bit. She burst out laughing, hugging him tightly.
"It's already 3:00. Sleep now, and we'll see
how you feel in the morning." She kissed the top of his head, curling
up into a ball beside him. Mulder pulled her closer, letting his lashes
drift shut. He *was* rather tired... He felt a touch on his cheek and
opened his eyes to see Scully petting his cheek, "I love you," she
whispered. Mulder's heart felt
like exploding in his chest, unable to contain the abundance of love he
felt for this woman, "I love you, too."
But there was a tiny sliver of black there, tarnishing the
Cleaver perfection of it all.
"Scully?" Mulder cleared his throat nervously. "There's something
I've got to tell you."
"Oh, don't tell me. You're sleeping with Diana after all."
"No! No, Scully, that's not it, I love only you." {Oh God, I'll
be in your debt forever just please don't let my voice squeak.} "Um,
please,
please, don't laugh at me, because I fear you don't understand how
difficult it is to express these
issues to you."
"Quit talking like a shrink, Mulder, and spit it out."
"Isleepwithastuffedtoy,myteddybearnamedBear." He blurted in a
rush.
"Say that again?"
"My teddy bear, Bear, you know, the cinnamon one? I have to have
him with me, every night. I can't sleep without him. I have to bring
him on every field assignment. I know you'll think I'm crazy, and
immature, and childish, and - and not all there inside, but I have a
stuffed bear. A teddy bear. His name is Bear. And... I love him."
There. He said it. He'd confessed it. Mulder had to admit he did feel
slightly better now, to get the weight of secrecy off his shoulders.
Now, the decision was Scully's. Would she accept him, Bear and
all? Or would she leave him for another, more mature Bear-less man? He
waited, breath bated....
She propped herself up on an elbow, staring
at him in the moonlight, her jewel-blue eyes looking unbelievably
beautiful.
"I don't believe, Mulder, that you've ever met Rabbit...?"
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END!!!
Explanation: I was in a weird mood.
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