Never Say Never II - Never Before (Compiled) (1/1)
by Audrey Cooper
xf_writer@geocities.com
December, 1996 - January, 1997

Summary: What led up to Never Say Never? A series of short scenes
that help 'flesh out' the circumstances.... 

Classification/Rating: V, MSR-major UST! PG-13. 

Disclaimer: No one is mentioned by name, so... no disclaimer here.

This is a prequel to Never Say Never. You don't have to read that for 
this to make sense, but it sure would make me happy if you read it 
anyway! 

Author's Notes follow the story. I would appreciate feedback in any 
shape or form.
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Never Say Never II - Never Before 1
by Audrey Cooper
xf_writer@geocities.com
December, 1996

She was perched on the edge of his desk, a file folder in her hands, 
one foot on the floor, the other swinging lazily. He nodded absently 
as she spoke, the words blurring; the rich, husky sound of her voice 
becoming a counterpoint to the whisper of silk against silk. It made 
his palms itch to touch her, to push her oh-so-sensible skirt up over 
her thighs to discover if she wore stockings. His eyes drifted down 
to her legs, and he tormented himself with the dilemma: did she wear 
stockings or pantyhose? The smooth rasp of silk raised the fine hairs 
on his arms along with his internal temperature. 

Would her starched facade crumble if he suddenly pulled her around to 
face him and insinuated himself between her legs? Would she slap him
angrily? He didn't think so. Push him away with gentle hands, 
remonstrate him? Quite possible. 

Or would she bury her hands in his hair and pull his mouth down to 
meet her ripe lips? He would bend her back over his arm; kiss and 
bite at those lips, until her lashes fluttered closed, until she was 
twisting beneath him, until she was moaning. 

Oh, God. This had to stop. *That* would never happen, *could* never 
happen. He abruptly pushed his chair forward into the space under the
desk to hide the erection tenting his slacks, and dropped his face 
into his hands to cool his burning cheeks.

* * * * *

She said his name, questioning. He yanked his gaze up to meet hers, 
a faint flush on his face, his eyes dilated, his mouth slightly open. 
She leaned toward him, reaching out and touching his shoulder 
lightly, asking, "Are you all right?" The subtle scent of lily of the 
valley came to him from the pulse point that beat at her wrist.

"Fine," he answered, the corners of his mouth turning up wryly. "You 
were saying...."

_____

End

S: "The very idea of intelligent alien life is not only astronomically 
improbable, but at its most basic level, downright anti-Darwinian."
M: "Scully? What are you wearing?"
The X-Files, War of the Coprophages

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Never Say Never II - Never Before 2 
by Audrey Cooper
xf_writer@geocities.com
December, 1996

Oh God. He was doing it again. 

He was sprawled in his desk chair, formulating his report, collar 
undone, sleeves rolled up, tie pulled down. He took a pencil from his 
desk and tapped it meditatively against his mouth. His eyes were 
unfocused, their color indeterminate behind the lenses of the glasses 
that were perched, forgotten, on his nose. She watched him nibble on 
the inside of his lower lip, a habit that was driving her slowly but 
surely insane. 

Were his lips as soft as they looked? She could lean over, lick at 
them, discover *his* taste beneath the salt and sweet, sunflower 
seeds and iced tea. Would he turn from her? She didn't think so. 
Would he shake his head and extenuate; let her down easy? Quite 
possible. 

Or would he toss his glasses on the desk carelessly and open his 
mouth to her? She would suck that wonderfully pouty bottom lip into 
her mouth, explore the heat within. She shifted slightly in her seat 
and shivered deliciously. Slow and easy at first, then hard and fast 
and deep and....

* * * * *

He was distracted from his musings by her rapid, shallow breathing.
She was slowly and sensuously rubbing her bottom lip, a small smile
on her face, her eyes half closed. He said her name softly, and she 
flinched as if struck, the hand that had been at her face falling to 
her lap. 

"Something wrong?" he asked. 

She tore her eyes from his lips forcibly, and told herself firmly 
that she was not going to do this to herself any more. *That* was 
*never* going to happen.

"No, no, I'm fine," she said faintly, dropping her eyes quickly as 
she rose. "I'm going to get a cup of coffee. Want some?" 

_____

End

S: "Mulder?"
M: "Yeah?"
S: "What's in your pocket?"
The X-Files, D.P.O.

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Never Say Never II - Never Before 3
by Audrey Cooper
xf_writer@geocities.com
January, 1997

She stopped typing and slid one hand beneath her hair, rubbing the 
back of her neck. Turning sideways in her chair, she glanced his 
way. He looked down quickly at the bed he was sitting on, watching 
her covertly from behind the reflective screen of his glasses. He 
could think of much better reasons for tension in a motel room - 
hell, in *any* room with her in it - than typing reports.

She shrugged off her jacket, then, bringing both hands to the small 
of her back, she closed her eyes and stretched luxuriantly. Her 
breasts swelled with her deep indrawn breath, which covered his own 
short, sharp intake of air. He hadn't known -- she was wearing a 
black bra beneath her thin cream short-sleeved top.

He stared down at the words of his scribbled handwritten notes as 
they blurred into insensibility, hieroglyphics with no meaning. Was 
that bra satin, or silk? Was it lace? He could get up, put his hands 
on her shoulders. Trace patterns on the ribbed cotton that covered 
that bra. Glide his hands over the smooth planes of her collarbone 
and down, over the rise of her breasts; feel her nipples go taut and 
hard under his palms....

He stifled a groan and pulled off his glasses, dropping them on top 
of his notes. He rubbed the bridge of his nose, trying to wipe away 
the images his mind had wrought. That was never going to happen. 
*Never*. 

* * * * *

"Where are you going?" she asked as he suddenly rose from the bed, 
bent, and snatched up his jacket and notes.

"Going to take a shower, then sack out for the night," he answered,
his voice ragged, holding the jacket in front of him. A *cold* 
shower. "Good night."

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End

Author's Notes: Thanks, as always, to Deb P. for beta reading and for 
her wonderful comments, encouragement and inspiration. Special thanks
to Bob for his encouragement and support. 

For those of you who are interested, the story titles in this series, 
which should be available at any of the wonderful Gossamer archives, 
(if you can't find them, mail me and I'll send them to you) are:

Never Say Never
Never Say Never II - Never Before
Never Say Never III - Never Say Never Again *NC-17*

So, please, let me know what you think...

Audrey Cooper
xf_writer@geocities.com

M: "It's lace."
S: "Chantilly Lace?"
M: "You know what I like."
The X-Files, Clyde Bruckman's Final Repose