From: Tory Anderson 
Date: Mon, 27 Dec 1999 01:07:08 -0800 (PST)
Subject: new story - Harmony
Source: direct


Harmony
by Tory Anderson
tory_anderson@yahoo.com

Rating:      NC-17.
Spoilers:    None.
Category:    VR
Keywords:    Mulder/Scully romance 

You know, it's getting to the point where all I have 
to do now is cut-and-paste the above section... that's
kinda sad.  Variety... what does that mean again?

Disclaimer:  Theirs - not mine.

Summary:  Music is timeless, as is love.


Note:  A short little piece of fluff, and mushy fluff
at that, with no conceivable social value at all...
merely a remedy for my severe writer's block.  Took me
exactly one hour to write, and I can't say I'm too
proud of it. My sister urged me to post it however, so
here we are. :)

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     Harmony.

     They lay beside each other in the balmy afternoon

sun, fingers entwined, breathing in the rich air of
the forest.  The breeze smelled earthy, green, if that
was possible, with wisps of complementary blue.  The
sky above them, visible in spots through the treetops,
was blindingly bright, with not a cloud to mar the
endless perfection.  

     Their bellies were full, stuffed with a delicious

picnic lunch that they had enjoyed together.  A
handful of wild blackberries rested in a fold of the
soft yellow blanket upon which they lay.  Both of
their fingertips and mouths were stained purple from
the fruit, and Scully lazily brought one hand to her
mouth, suckling on the tips of her fingers, trying to
clean it of the sticky juice.  Mulder turned his head
to watch her, looking, staring as her pink tongue came
out from between her parted lips to lick one finger
clean.

     His breath quickened imperceptibly, and he
reached out with the hand that not gripping his
partner's and took her damp fingers in his.  She
turned her head to meet his eyes, and what she saw
lurking in those hazel depths caused her heart to
quicken it's contented pace.

     He brought her hand up to his lips, darting his 
own rough tongue out to lave her fingers clean like a 
particularly affectionate cat.  The taste of the 
blackberries mingled with the taste of her skin, and
he drew her fingers further into his mouth, like a
mother feeding her very young.  Scully's belly
tightened with desire as she remembered the sensation
of Mulder tugging an exquisitely sensitive nipple into
that luscious mouth, and she allowed a quiet
half-groan half-sigh to slip out under her breath. 
Her eyelids, suddenly very weighty, slid shut.

     Mulder glanced up at hearing the breathy sound 
pushed from her lips, and his mouth curved slightly. 
He placed her hand gently on her flat abdomen and sat
up slightly, leaning over her, caressing the side of
her face with his hand, the soft skin there warmed by
the sun.

     Her eyes flew open as his mouth came down on hers

unexpectedly, then eased shut again as her fingers
found their way to the back of his head, pressing his
face closer to hers.  His kisses were devastating,
sometimes raw in hungry passion, or tender, gentle,
full of the love he felt for her, as this one was. 
But either way, she could do nothing but surrender to
their power.

    Tongues, which previously lay silent in their 
respective mouths, entered into the fray, turning the 
innocent kiss into something resembling a battle of 
lips, fought with wandering hands and desperate moans 
and thrusting hips.  Scully rolled over on top of him,

pressing her weight into his body.  Breathing harshly,

she pulled away from their destructive kiss, clawing
for breath.  Her glowing red hair fell in waves from
her head, enclosing their faces in a world all of
their own.

     She bent her lips to his again, but darted away, 
smiling when he tried to chase her mouth with his. 
She laughed, a joyous, bubbling sound, raining kisses
like rose petals on the slightly prickly skin of his
face.  

     Suddenly he reached up with his hands and held
her head still, anchoring his lips to hers.  She
kissed him back with equal fervour.  Their kiss went
on and on, lasting perhaps hours, though in reality it
must have only been a few minutes.  When they finally
separated mutually out of a need for breath, he
continued sprinkling fairydrop kisses over her velvety
neck and bare white shoulders.  
 
     "Scully," he whispered, the first words he had 
spoken in nearly an hour, "I love you."

     She drew back, stared him straight in the eye. 
Her countenance showed love, endless, depthless,
timeless love, and for him.  "I know," she said
tenderly, her voice made raspy with tears.  Though she
did not repeat the words back to him, he knew; and the
knowledge made his heart swell with joy like a
waterfall.

     Sitting up, he clasped her warm body to his, and 
felt her heart beating, matching his rhythm in and 
endless call-and-answer chorus, pulsing together 
forever.

     In harmony.  

     Fierce arousal soon overcame the urge to simply 
cuddle, and he tugged at the strings of her spaghetti-
strapped summer dress, pulling them over her shoulders

and down her arms, until the gauzy flowered fabric 
bunched at her waist, baring her naked chest.  Her
eyes, bottomless and blue, watched him nearly
unnervingly as he reached out with one finger, tracing
a diagonal line from the dip between her collarbones
to one jutting pinkish nipple.  She waiting in
anticipation, knowing the ecstasy he could give her,
waiting for the moment when he'd bend his head and
take a stiffened nipple in his mouth.  But he seemed
to be in no hurry, playing with her breasts with his
fingers, kneading, pulling, pushing like a cat with a
favourite pillow.

     Desire overcame decorum and she entreated him
with a roughened voice, "Mulder...*please.*"  He
glanced up from his carnal task, startled to see her
eyes darkened to a midnight tint.  He saw the
ferocious want there, and complied, curving an arm
behind her back to support her as he gently moistened
the hardened pink tip with his tongue.  Spurred on by
her groan, he covered it entirely with his warm mouth,
her breathy pleas swelling his erection at an alarming
pace, rendering him hot, hard, and wanting.  She
sighed in delight, squirming in his arms in
incomprehensible pleasure, and her lover revelled in
the sounds he wrought.  As he upped the degree of
suction on her breast, her body loosened, became
boneless, and she leaned back against the arm 
supporting her, putting more and more of her weight on

it until he eased her onto her back, following.  He
let the pale flesh slip from his mouth as she pulled
him atop her, but not before ridding him of his shirt
and jeans.  

     Mulder's heated skin pressed against her, causing

a delightful friction.  He rested his hips on hers, 
endlessly tempted by the soft heat he could feel 
emanating from her body.  Grasping a handful of the 
silky fabric of her dress, he pulled it down, past her

hips until she kicked it lazily away with her bare
feet.  He could not hold himself back from thrusting
sharply into her groin, and was encouraged by Scully,
who wrapped her legs behind his knees, raising her
hips to meet his.  Sharp waves of pleasure flowed
through him, echoing the primeval thudding of his
heart that thundered in his ears like an ancient drum
melody.  He sucked at a random spot on her neck, and
she threw her head back in abandon, pulling his hips
down sharply with her legs.  

     Her little hands were everywhere, running up and 
down his back, clutching as his tense ass.  Nimble 
fingers found his own flat nipples, and she played
with them like a kitten with a ball of yarn.  He
groaned an unrecognisable sound from the depths of his
soul, realising that this could all be over very soon.
 And he was having too much fun for that.

     On that thought, he sat up on his knees, ridding 
Scully of her panties then stripping away his 
increasingly restrictive boxers.  When they came 
together again, there was nothing between them,
nothing but a love that spanned lifetimes.

     He grimaced in pleasure so intense it had become 
painful when she took his heated erection in hand, 
meaning to guide it to her wet entrance.  She took her

time, however, stroking it, assessing it's raw silk 
texture, coaxing a few drops of moisture from it's
tip.  Mulder closed his eyes, feeling overwhelmed with

sensation, from the cool, gentle wind whispering
across his skin, the scent of pines and flourishing
life, to the warmth of his partner, his lover, lying
beneath him, eliciting the most heartbreaking pleasure
from his body.

     She soon sensed when he was at his breaking
point, tightening her hold on him and drawing him into
her welcoming body.  Her warm, moist flesh closed
around him, pulling him deeper, losing him in the
starry void of time.  He bumped against the end of
her, and drawing a cleansing breath, withdrew, only to
drive hotly forward once more.  Scully twined her arms
behind his back, holding him to her tightly.  He
touched the very core of her, in every sense
imaginable.  She could not imagine ever living life
without him.

     Supporting himself on his elbows, he continued to
thrust into her as he watched her eyes.  They were
deep and blue, wise and ageless.  Her eyes spoke of
many secrets, and he yearned to know them all.  His
knee, braced against the blanket and the ground,
slipped suddenly and sent his groin slamming against
hers harder than intended.  He searched her eyes
anxiously to see if he had hurt her, but all he saw
there was a slight unfocus, accompanied by a
particular throaty moan that told him from experience
that her release was nearing.

     Mulder bent his neck, swiped at her lower lip
with
his tongue, than drew back to study her reaction.  Her

mouth had curled in a sage smile, and she slid her
hands up from his back to burrow through his hair,
savouring the silky texture, tugging his mouth down to
hers again.  She hissed her need through swollen lips
when they parted, and he slid his knees again,
purposefully this time, almost roughly thrusting into
her.  

     His lover was like a high-quality piano - he
could play her like an instrument.  The keys were her
body, her skin.  Depending on where and how he touched
her, brought a variety of sounds erupting from her
sensual mouth, and this particular symphony was one he
was intimately familiar with, and he was determined to
play it through to the end.  

     She gasped, a high-pitched chord, and tiny, 
shivering contractions strummed at his flesh buried 
inside her.  The music crescendoed as he tossed his
head and let out a shout, their cries blending with
the calls of various forest creatures and the songs of
birds, creating a broad, sweeping aria of sound and
passion, uniting man, woman, and nature together.

     In harmony.

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the end.

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