TITLE: Under the Branches
AUTHOR: Denise Morgen
EMAIL: meadora@hotmail.com
RATING: PG-13
SUMMARY: Moose and Squirrel get distracted...
CATEGORY: MSR, UST
ARCHIVE: Sure just drop me a line and keep my name/info attached.
DISCLAIMER: I'm about a foot too short to claim to be Carter. Barring 
that there's still that whole lack of a penis thing to work around...
needless to say, I don't own 'em.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Sequel to "Beneath the Leaves." Actually, less of a 
sequel and more of a epilogue. This won't make any sense if you 
haven't read the first one.  BTL can be on my website. Diana, 
this one's for you...

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Under the Branches
by Denise Morgen

Scully didn't know what she'd thought she was doing when she pulled
the lanky form of her partner down to the ground beside her. It 
wasn't a particularly Scully-like move, but then, neither was anything
else she'd done in the last ten minutes. Her laughter trailed off 
with a shiver as she relived the spectacular kiss she and Mulder had 
just shared. Unaware of the *interesting* turn to her thoughts, the 
object of her imaginings continued to chuckle quietly to himself as 
he propped up on an elbow and studied her through lowered lashes. 
Noting her own silent observation of him, his amusement faded quickly 
to be replaced by an expression that was an endearing combination of 
guilt, nervousness, and thinly veiled panic.

She could practically hear the ridiculous thoughts bounding through
his head: he thought she was upset from the kiss, that he wasn't good
enough for her, that this wasn't what she wanted, that she was pissed 
'cause he'd knocked her on her ass, blah, blah, blah... Well, actually 
come to think of it, she had been a little...well not pissed but 
definitely perturbed to find herself in a crumpled heap at Mulder's 
toes. At first. Then the poetic irony of it hit and she couldn't help
but laugh out loud. After all they'd been through, it was somehow 
fitting that their first sexual contact end in some form of bodily 
injury.

"Scully, I-" Mulder began and then broke off anxiously. She could 
tell he was struggling to find something to say, so she decided to 
relieve him of the option. As positively edible as PatheticMulder
might look, there was simply no substitute for SeductiveMulder, 
especially when all his myriad charms were being focused solely on 
her very appreciative self. Seven years was just too damned long...

Slipping her arms around his shoulders, Scully drew him down to her
embrace. He'd stiffened in panic slightly when she first touched him,
but melted like warm butter as soon as their lips met. Their clinch 
seemed to last a short eternity. And infinity later Scully came back
to herself to find Mulder draped deliciously across her.  Looking 
down at her through passion drenched eyes, he leaned in to her ear
and whispered seductively:

"Does this mean you forgive me for knocking you down? Or should I
work on my apology?"

Scully chuckled low in her throat, the sound an enticing purr to his 
ears.  "Hmm...I don't know G-man, is that the best you can do? Maybe 
you DO need to practice..." she said as she took his earlobe in her 
mouth and nibbled. Mulder answered her with a groan and a 
corresponding increase in the heat and mass pressed down against her. 
Scully gasp at the growth and had to fight down the urge to wrap her 
legs around his waste and beg him to take her right there. Suddenly 
she became aware of the public spectacle they were presenting; not 
only to the small crowd that had gathered on the park bench across 
from them but also to their suspect who sat calmly by the fountain, 
watching them neck like teenagers and sipping on the soda he'd gotten 
at the corner store while they were 'preoccupied.'

"Um, Mulder," she said as she pushed up lightly on his chest.

"Yeah?" He responded huskily.

"I found Johnson..."

Mulder tossed a quick glance over his shoulder. "Shit..." He said as
he buried his face in her neck. "Well, so much for the element of
surprise," he whispered softly into her ear and she felt her pulse 
speed up in reply to the brush of his lips against the slender outer 
shell.

Moving off of her with a barely stifled groan, Mulder pulled her to
her feet beside him. 

"Well, what now?" Mulder asked with a teasing leer. "While our 
cover's still good, at this point it might be hazardous to our 
careers to arrest him given what he's just seen."

"What do you mean, "what now'?" Scully asked as she laced her fingers
through his and tugged him toward their car (and incidentally, toward 
the motel). "I thought you still had an apology to work on..."

Fini.