From: ephemeral@ephemeralfic.org
Date: Wed, 20 Jun 2012 23:15:31 -0500 (CDT)
Subject: Bad Touch Challenge: Jersey Devil by Tori
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"Scullay."
The briefest glimpse of movement to her right forgotten, Scully 
went to her partner.
Tucking her gun away quickly, she put her hand on his should to 
stop him from moving.
"Lay back." She directed as she swept her gaze over him, 
stopping when she saw the torn fabric of his shirt and the 
slowly expanding stain of blood. She let out a short breath as 
her hands moved down his front to examine the wound.
"Mulder, you're hurt." A tiny part of her chided herself for 
stating a fact he probably already knew. But then, that was her. 
Dana Scully, Stator of the Obvious.
It was a nasty wound, but probably nothing worse than some of 
the things Mulder had already experienced in life. He probably 
had a broken rib or two to go with the bleeding, but nothing 
that put him in immediate danger.
"You should have seen her." Mulder nearly sighed, equal parts 
awe and pain. Well, then again, knowing him, it was probably 
more awe than pain, but she was sure the injury did factor into 
it a little bit. She tried to focus on the bleeding, but for 
some reason, Mulder wanted eye contact. He kept squirming to 
make her look at him. When she did, she saw something in his 
eyes she wasn't accustomed to. It was pure adoration.
"She was beautiful."
"Yeah, well," she broke the eye contact and returned her 
attention to the wound. "She just about ripped your lungs out." 
She said as flatly as possible.
Mulder moved forward, but she caught his shoulder and pushed him 
back.
"Come on." She mumbled, trying to ease him down. But he caught 
her around the waist.
"Mulder, please." She said, but he didn't let go. Instead he 
pulled her closer.
Scully tried to jerk back but, despite the cut, he had her 
tight. She was so surprised, her brain couldn't seem to think 
what to do. She looked at his face.
The adoration from just seconds earlier was gone. In its place, 
was a look she could only describe as animalistic. He didn't 
look vicious but his gaze was intense. Hungry.
She'd nearly contorted her face into an expression of fear and 
confusion before he pulled her downward and his lips crashed 
into hers.
They hadn't been partners for very long, but Scully would have 
been lying had she said she hadn't imagined a kiss. Mulder was 
an affectionate man, warm, caring. She had imagined him to be a 
tender kisser.
But now he kissed her with a ferocity and heat she'd never felt 
before. All she felt from him was need. He needed more.
For a moment, she toyed with the idea of giving him more. Her 
lips parted, inviting his tongue to flicker over her teeth. She 
let her eyes close. Let herself fall into the kiss. Fall into 
the abyss that was Mulder. She even moaned ever so slightly into 
his mouth.
But then she relaxed her hand and it slid gently down his side.
They both pulled back at the same moment, her due to the sudden 
moisture of his blood on her hands once more, and him because of 
the sudden stab of pain she knew her brush with the gouge had 
given him.
His eyes once again held their usual sharp intelligence. No more 
hunger.
She was almost sad to see it go.
Almost.
"Sorry." Mulder grunted, as he laid back, finally exhausted. 
Voices approached in the distance, echoing off the warehouse 
walls.
Scully stood, ready to greet them.
"Don't worry about it." She said.

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