Bardiel 1/1 By Drusilla Bell Rating - PG-13/R (you decide) for sexual content. Category - A bit of Scully Introspection, and definitely DSR >:) Distribution Statement - Please ask me if you'd like to archive. Feedback - Email: loverunderthewater@hotmail.com | Website: http:// www.envy.nu/beyondthesea Spoilers - None, but set mid-Season 8 before Mulder's return. Summary - Possession. Temptation. Lust. Distraction. This is what we live by now. Author's Notes - Dedicated to my dad, and to my fellow Chesapeake X- Phile LSM. Not that much of a plot, just an excuse to be all lusty heh ;) The title comes from a character on a show called Neon Genesis Evangelion. Bardiel, in my interpretation, is an angel of possession and intensity. So there you go gang ;) Disclaimer - If I owned them, I wouldn't be doing this in fan fiction * g* . The X-Files belongs to Chris Carter, 1013 Productions, and FOX Networks. "Silence" belongs to Delerium. *Not beta-read, so all typos are mine.* ----------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------------------------- "Silence" by Delerium feat. Sarah McLachlan Give me release Witness me I am outside Give me peace Heaven holds a sense of wonder And I wanted to believe that I'd get caught up When the rage in me subsides Passion Chokes the flower Until she cries no more Possessing all the beauty Hungry still for more Heaven holds a sense of wonder And I wanted to believe that I'd get caught up When the rage in me subsides In this white wave I am sinking In this silence In this white wave... In this silence... I believe I can't help this longing... Comfort me I can't hold it all in... If you won't let me... Heaven holds a sense of wonder And I wanted to believe that I'd get caught up When the rage in me subsides In this white wave I am sinking In this silence In this white wave... In this silence... I believe I have seen you... In this white wave You are silent You are breathing In this white wave... I am free ----------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------------------------- He had a gorgeous house: big, modern, and perfect. Not at all where a such lonely man like him should be living. Dana Scully sucked in a quick breath and immediately regretted doing so. The air was bitterly cold; burning as it traveled down through her throat and into the expanse of her lungs. "What the hell am I doing here again," she muttered. She didn't wait for a response though, simply got out of her car and walked up the stone path to his front door. She knocked softly with a few quick snaps of her wrist, and stood silent and patient. When the door finally opened, she was greeted with the sight of a half awake John Doggett. "Agent Scully?" Doggett blinked a few times to make sure it was really her. "What's wrong?," he asked, his voice taking on an air of concern. Scully smiled inwardly; the man was as chivalrous and old-fashioned as they come. But, reminding herself, she didn't come for that. She silently raised her arms out in front of her, placed her small hands on his broad chest and pushed him backwards into the foyer. Their mouths met hungrily, each wanting the other with the same intense passion and lust that had been played out many times before. They met like this randomly; one showing up at the other's home, but both needing to touch something, someone, anyone. They were distracted, lonely people who found solace and temporary comfort in each other's presence. And again, they found themselves scrambling just to be touched, needed, wanted by one another. He didn't speak, but simply pressed her tightly, possessively against the wall and begin trailing his mouth across and down her neck. She didn't watch, but simply went through the motions with him in a detached sort of attention. The cool plaster against her back felt wonderfully relieving, and she began to let her mind wander away from the house, away from Washington, away from everything. Before she could go any further the back of her head slammed unconsciously against the wall when he placed a hot, lingering kiss at the hollow of her throat. His head shot up and his now smoky blue eyes bore into her with affliction. "It's okay," she whispered, giving him a small smile to ease his concern. He nodded, and pulled her top over her head, watching as her glossy red hair fell around her face and into her lidded blue-gray eyes. Doggett took a moment to let his eyes roam Scully's body. He was captivated by her flawless porcelain-white skin, and he reached out to trace the path from the base of her neck down to the gentle curve of her breasts. There he placed a deft kiss and absently massaged the insides of her hips with his thumbs through the cotton jeans she wore, his strong hands loosely gripping her sides. Scully's hands, though, were everywhere at once. She pulled the length of his body against her, causing him to shift his attention to her face. Her hands curved around the back of his head and crushed her mouth to his in a violent act of lust. It had never been this way with Mulder she thought bitterly. Mulder was slow, languishing when she wanted to be taken forcefully with only a slight hint of love. But Doggett knew what she wanted without even asking. He wanted the same thing. Doggett drew back, half in need of air and half in need of some serious thought. The sight of Scully's flushed face, heaving chest, and glassy eyes sent a shiver through him. He did this to her, but then again, did she not do the same to him? They were caught, chained together by their need and by their want. Before he could think anymore, she had recaptured his mouth, and was pulling him down to the floor. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- The morning brought with it a sort of mutual forgetting of the past evening, and things went back to the way they always were in the daylight. Professional, strict, dull. Utterly lifeless. Both cleaned themselves up, and Scully left after a quick breakfast of coffee and toast. They went back to being alone for the time being. But neither would keep away for very long. Not when the attraction of an endless night loomed over their heads. -End-