TITLE: Storm Warning (1/1) 
AUTHOR: Shoshana 
EMAIL ADDRESS: shoshana1013@excite.com 
DISTRIBUTION STATEMENT: Anywhere  
SPOILER WARNING: None 
RATING: PG 
CONTENT STATEMENT: MSR 
CLASSIFICATION: VR 
KEYWORDS: Mulder/Scully romance 
SUMMARY: Mulder and Scully wait out the storm in Kansas. 
DISCLAIMER: These characters do not belong to me. 
Storm Warning 
By Shoshana 
     The weather radio drones on as Scully and I sit in an El 
Dorado, Kansas motel room, surrounded by case files and 
remnants of a 
hastily purchased fast food dinner. Most residents with a clue 
have 
already gone to community shelters, leaving only law 
enforcement and 
other brave souls patrolling the neighborhoods. We have been 
idiotic 
enough to ignore the tornado watches, anxious to wrap up what 
appeared to be an X-File when we got here, but now just looks 
like an 
adolescent prank.  
  
     Farm animals were methodically butchered on the outskirts 
of 
the city, hearts removed with such expertise that local 
authorities 
suspected devil worship. The killings went on for so long, with 
no 
clue as to the identity of the perpetrators, that the police 
department felt compelled to call in federal authorities, just to 
calm rising panic among local residents. 
     It is looking more and more like a hoax and we just want to 
do 
our paperwork and get out of here. I don't know why we aren't 
taking 
the weather seriously. We probably should, but I've never taken 
tornado watches seriously at all, and only occasionally heeded 
tornado warnings if the weather channel reported twisters close 
by. 
     Besides, we're tired as hell and I've having a much better 
time 
staring at Scully as she works at the motel room desk. She 
changed 
into a light blue jogging outfit as soon as we got back, pulling 
her 
hair back with a clip, and shedding her shoes to reveal carefully 
manicured pink toenails. While eating dinner, I tried to conceal 
my 
fascination with the blue of her eyes and the bareness of her 
toes, 
casting surreptitious glances whenever I thought she was lost in 
her 
McDonald's chicken salad and fries. 
     We had enough sense to turn on the weather band of our 
transistor radio and the weather channel, sound muted, glows 
from the 
older model set across the room. I lean against the headboard, 
gazing at Scully with more difficulty now, as the mesmerizing 
drone 
of the computerized announcer lulls me to sleep. I was just 
starting 
to imagine if Scully had on something very brief and sexy under 
her 
modest jogging suit when the computerized voice changes to a 
human 
one, urgency in their tone. My eyes whip open and meet Scully's 
as 
she turns from her laptop with a questioning glance. A twister 
has 
been sighted just ten miles away, prompting a tornado warning 
to be 
issued. 
     I curse our bad judgement, grab Scully and the radio, and 
hurry 
our butts into the bathroom, slamming the door with a clang. 
We end 
up on opposite sides of the all too short porcelain tub, Scully 
fitting cramped quarters easily, but not so myself. I pull my long 
legs almost to my chin, trying not to kick her, and doing a piss 
poor 
job of it. 
     "Ouch, Mulder! First you pull my arm off, now you want to 
whack my knees off!" 
     "Sorry, Scully. But I think it's just too crowded in here like 
this. Why don't you come sit over here?" With a mischievous 
grin, I 
pat the space between my legs, daring her to come sit in front of 
me. 
To my astonishment, she slides over, then settles her back 
against my 
chest. 
   
     "Hey Scully, I was just kidding around, you don't have to..." 
     "Shut up, Mulder. We'll be much more comfortable till the 
coast is clear." 
     I decide to quit arguing while I'm ahead, enjoying the 
sensation of her warm softness leaning into my torso. We listen 
to 
the weather radio, still broadcasting live. My legs now reach the 
end of the tub and I can relax a bit despite the tempest outside.  
Scully smells wonderful, something jasminy, like English tea. I 
close my eyes, breathe deeply, and somehow manage to keep 
my hands to 
myself, setting them on opposite sides of the tub. 
   
     The weather is audibly worse outside; all too apparent to us, 
even behind closed doors. In fact, it doesn't sound like a 
tornado, 
just a really bad storm blowing its way through town. I think I 
hear 
large hailstones on the rooftop as the wind shrieks horrendously 
past 
our ticky tacky motel. Scully is getting nervous, very nervous.  
I've never seen her so agitated by bad weather before, but then 
this 
is the first time I've ever waited out a tornado warning with her. 
She pulls my arms down around her, folding them tightly 
around her 
shoulders. I gently rub my hands up and down her arms, trying 
to 
reassure her that we're not in mortal danger here. 
     "You know, Scully...if I imagined myself in a bathtub with 
you, 
it wouldn't be during a tornado warning...," I say, trying to 
lighten 
the mood. 
     "Or with so much clothing on, right?" she quips back, 
laughing 
in earnest and still clutching at my forearms. 
     "That too, I guess," I muse wistfully, unable to conceal my 
yearning for just that scenario. 
     Scully sighs heavily, the sound reverberating pleasantly 
through my chest behind her. After a few minutes she says, 
"We'll 
have to try that sometime...I've always wanted to have a bubble 
bath 
with you..." 
     I am dumbfounded, speechless. What can I say to that? I 
search for a snappy comeback, shocked that my partner, kidding 
or 
not, has made such an uncharacteristic remark. I guess she just 
wants to give as good as she gets from her annoying, lecherous 
partner. I decide to quit racking my brain for a rejoinder and just 
delight in being able to hold her in my arms, clothed or not. 
   
     "Mulder?" 
     "Uh, huh." 
     "Aren't you going to make some witty retort back?" 
     "Nope." 
     "Why?" 
     "Don't feel like it." 
     "Cat got your tongue?" 
     "No, Scully got me big time." 
     She giggles openly, twisting around in my arms and meeting 
my 
eyes, warily. There is something there, something I haven't seen 
for 
months, almost a year. Pools of beautiful blue loom large, as 
Scully 
bites at her lower lip, indecisive, tentative.  
  
     "Mulder?" 
     "Yes." 
     "I was hoping I would have you...all the time..." She brushes 
my cheek with the back of her hand, shifting closer, waiting for 
some 
sign that I think this is wise.  
   
     I gently push her hair to one side, stroking her cheek with 
obvious tenderness. Then I say, "Are you sure, Scully? I can 
offer 
you my undivided attention..." 
     "I can take whatever you dole out, G-Man..." 
     That was all I needed to hear. With trembling hands, I 
capture 
her face, kissing her deeply, passionately. We part only to catch 
our breath, then indulge in another round of sweet caresses. She 
finally pulls back, scrutinizing my tear-soaked cheeks. She then 
whispers softly, "You've got me big time, Mulder, big time." 
fin 
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