From: "Dantzi Jean" To: phantom_lass@hotmail.com Subject: Our song Date: Sun, 12 Sep 1999 01:53:12 GMT Author's Note: This is just another idea inspired by Xeng who is really such a sweetheart. This one's to you. Title: Our Song Author: Dantzi Jean E-mail: phantom_lass@hotmail.com Rating: PG13 Key Words: MSR, Scully POV, short VS, pure fluff Disclaimer: Come on guys you know the drill. They don't belong to me blah blah blah... Don't sue blah...1013, Chris Carter blah blah... Summary: Scully's favorite song Spoilers: None, movie Dirty Dancing is main focus Feedback: Please tell me what you think flames with quickly be extinguished with that magical little button called the 'delete' key I guess he heard me because he asked with a little annoyance. "Scully what are you humming?" I looked at him with equal annoyance. "In the still of the night" I said as if I didn't care. In truth, I loved the song. As a kid, I watched the movie Dirty Dancing and loved it I always wished I could be Baby and Johhny would rescue me from a father and a family who had practically disowned me. The typical story of the white night on a dark horse rescuing the princess. It was the end of the day and I was wanting to go home to a bathtub and a long night of listening to my music. "Good night, Mulder" I said on the way out. "'Night Scully" I went home and for some sardonic purpose I dug out the old Dirty Dancing soundtrack. I placed the CD on the disc player and continued. I relaxed as the bubbles and the familiar rhythms came floating around me. For some very strange reason, not known to me, my thoughts turned to Mulder. I'd love to have him here, now. Have him taking the sponge and washing me with it as the soap came cascading down my body. I sighed with my wishful thinking and for what seemed like the millionth time since I had known him chided myself for having unpartnerlike thoughts about Mulder. I pulled out the stopper and and got out of the tub. My skin prickled with the new and cold air forming a blanket of snow around me. I scoured the tub and went to my bedroom to dress and for some fanciful reason slipped in to the green nightgown that I had bought at Victoria Secret's with mom. I dispensed with my usual terry bathrobe and went out to finish work on a report on a stakeout that Mulder and I did last Friday. Then THAT song came on and I couldn't resist, I had to dance to it. I walked into my living room and positioned my hands so that they looked as if they were about to go around a man. I felt a stab of loneliness at the thought there was no man in which to share this with. I felt my feet move to the rhythm of the song and I closed my eyes and envisioned Mulder dancing with me. The sho be doo's came and then the words. My mind was barely on the music, though. My feet moved in a circle around the room to match the pattern of the music. I had done this many times as a teenager imagining, whatever then boy that I was interested in at the time, with me. Now I thought of Mulder. His lean,s strong body moving in rhythm with mine and the music simultaneously and our legs brushed by one another's and my hands rested on his shoulders and his on my waist. My head as pillowed on his shoulder. I swayed my hips with the base and Mulder hands roamed my body getting to know my curves and crevices. His lips were then on my neck and my head was back to allow him further access to me. God my imagination was good! The crescendo of the song came and our movements came faster and with more passion as if we were living and acting from the song. He whirled me around the room almost knocking a few knick-knacks from their places on my coffee table. HE turned me around and around, I didn't care where we were going or what we might hit all that i was concerned about was where his hands and mouth were. Those instruments worked magic on my skin and my senses. Then the singer signaled the end of the song with a long holding of the note and then the ending shoopshoahh at the end of the song. A the last note died away we came to the finish of our dance and just stood there while the next song came on the stereo. At this time I chanced to open my eyes. Reluctant because of the wonderful feeling that had been produced by that song. As I did ,however, I was shocked to see that my dancing fantasy was not a fantasy at all. mulder was standing there with his eyes focussed on me and a smile on his lips. "Oh God." I say into his shoulder as the realization of what has just happened hits me. "How..." I get out but don't now how to ask my question without embrasing myself further. "Long enough." he says recognizing this. He stares down at me and the look in his eyes is not one of mockery but of one who has just found the answer to a desperately eed question. No words are exchanged between us. Just wonderfully explicit body language. He turns to the radio and flips back to number 11 and the song comes on again. S6till not saying a word he extends his arm in my direction and I take it, assured that this time I will have someone to share my loneliness with. The music starts with shooopshowa, and Mulder and I dance to what is now and will always be our song. The end Dantzi Jean