GRANTING WISHES

By Sara Lynn

 

*DO NOT ARCHIVE WITHOUT PERMISSION* I like to know where my story goes :)

SUMMARY: Scully finds out what Mulder’s dreams are really made of.

SPOILER WARNING: none

RATING: Not for children under 17

CONTENT WARNING/CLASSIFICATION: V, MSR -- cause I can’t write anything else ;-)

DISCLAIMER: Fox Mulder & Dana Scully are creations of Chris*t* Carter (According to Creative Loafing) and owned by Twentieth Century Fox.

 

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Scully knew he was home. She offered to drive the both of them to the airport for their flight out, so where was he? She placed her key in the lock and let herself in. The lights were partly on and she heard running water in the bathroom. "Mulder?" She called through the door. The water stopped and Mulder called back.

"Hey Scull. Give me a few more minutes. I’m almost done." Scully nodded to no one and looked around the bedroom. Not half bad. The bedspread was a tasteful color and looked like it had actually been slept in. He had the typical Mulder decor. Dirty clothes. Porno mags. No wonder he didn’t want her to come in here.

Scully walked around to look at the finely detailed lamp beside his bed. Not too feminine, but enough to tell it once belonged to a girl. Probably Samantha’s. A floral design was embossed on the porcelain. Just below it sat a hand-held recorder. This was new to Scully. Maybe Mulder used this as his private diary.

The shower blocked out a lot of sound. Maybe she could just take a listen, to see what he found too personal to share with anyone else. She found the play button. Mulder’s voice was ragged, like he had just woken up.

" . . . I seem to be having this reoccurring dream. Same subject matter. I really need to do something about this . . ."

Dana felt terrible. Mulder was dreaming of the night his sister was taken again. That was a pain he endured over and over. She knew how the nightmares haunted him.

" . . .This time it’s at work. She walks in and says my name so soft. She’s got on this dark red outfit that is way too tight. God, she’s gorgeous."

Hold on! What is he talking about? Sound like the beginning of a bad adult movie.

"She walks over to me like nothing’s different. We start discussing something, but I’m only aware of her pouting lips moving and those breasts in front of me. I want to touch them. I want to touch her. She stops talking and informs me how tense I look. ‘I know exactly how to ease your pain.’ She gets down on her smooth, little knees and unzips my fly. I close my eyes but I can still see as her lowers her lips and takes my cock in her mouth."

Scully’s eyes bugged out. Mulder never said anything that lewd around her. This dream he had was starting to get rather interesting though.

"It’s perfect, just like her. Only her lips, no teeth. I would die happy if she would do that for me once. Those red lips. I want those lips all over me. After I came in her mouth, she stood up and removes her suit. Standing right in the office, wearing those same white bra and skimpy panties that I emblazoned in my memory from the first case. She turns around and I rip the rest of her clothes off. We’re naked before I know it and I’m taking her from behind. She’s calling my name. ‘Mulder! Mulder!’ I regret having told her never to call me Fox. What I wouldn’t give to hear my name screaming from Scully’s red lips"

This was hitting to close to home. Was it actually her he was dreaming of?

"I can’t take much more of this. I woke up with a raging hard-on . . . again. Damn it! Dana would kill me if she knew . . . if she knew how I looked at her when she not aware. She’s got the most perfect body, perfect tits, and perfect ass. She’s . . . everything to me. I’m in love with her and I can’t have her . . . That hurt more than the erections."

Oh god. He loved her. She dropped the recorder on the pillow and stood up. He dreamed of her. He dreamed of taking her on his desk. She closed her eyes and tried to breathe normally once more.

The hand on her shoulder came suddenly and she let out a scream. She turned to find Mulder standing in front of her. He was wet, dressed in a towel around his waist. He looked vulnerable. He looked scared. He looked damn sexy.

"How long have you been standing there?"

"Not long. I do love you, Dana." Her face looked like she wanted to say something. "I didn’t scare you with that dream . . . talking about . . ."

Her fingers on his lips impeded the words. "Fox, I know you don’t believe it, but dreams do come true." She reached down and pulled off the towel. Her eyes focused on his as she lowered herself to her knees.

 

THE END