collab with scarjobooty the x-files & the fall crossover

Pulling the leather coat closer against her body, the dark brown illuminating underneath the stark white glare of the moon. The backs of her thighs scraping against the rough stone as she crossed her legs, an attempt to make herself more comfortable, a small, albeit genuine, smile flickering across her lips. The bright blue plastic cup a stark contrast to the dark red staining her lips, before pressing the cup to her mouth and drinking in the sparkling liquid.

"Feeling any warmer?" A soft voice asked from beside her.

Snapping her head to the right, the voice much higher than she had been expecting. Once her eyes had adjusted to the light – or, lack thereof, Stella felt her head weighing down in a half nod, the corner of her mouth raising.

"I am comfortable, yes. Thank you…?" She prompted.

Dana moved slightly closer to the blonde, tucking her hands behind her back and pressing her palms against the brick, fingers playing with a loose stone.

"Dana. Scully…We take-"

"Criminology!" Stella cut her off, "You're in my Crim-Psych class, I believe?" She said softer.

Dana nodded, reaching behind her for her bright green plastic cup and holding it tightly in her left hand. "An elective" She added, as though she had to explain herself. "I'm studying to be an M.D"

Stella hadn't taken her eyes off of the petite redhead the whole time, the cup now resting against her stomach gently. The alcohol was dulling her senses, everything surrounding the young woman in front of her was fading into the background. Something was drawing her to the young woman – she couldn't deny that. But what? She had no clue… and that was already driving her insane.

"Uh…I am talking too much, aren't I?- I just, sorry…I" Dana rambled, starting to turn her body away from the blonde. Her mind was telling her to move, move, move – get out. But, as she went to move away, Stella's body gravitated towards her. Grabbing her wrist and effectively shaking the dark red substance against the edges of her cup clasped in her hand. Bright red wine staining her wrist and the concrete floor beneath them.

'Sorry…Dana.' Stella spoke softly, "I don't think you're…" she took a deep breath in, relinquishing her grip on the fragile red head. 'I'm Stella, by the way… I don't think I…" She closed her lips tightly, waiting on bated breath for some kind of response.

Dana knew her eyes were glassy by now, foggy, faded, anything other than the usual green they usually shone. But she couldn't help herself, she was hooked on her. Stella was intoxicating, she had breathed her in and couldn't get enough. She didn't want enough.

This was just the beginning.

A few minutes had passed and Dana still had not spoken, Stella's eyes flickered down to the dark red liquid still sparking up at them like red stars starting to stain the cement. "Is that a chardonnay?" She spoke slowly, the strong scent only just now catching the attention of her senses.

Dana hadn't realised that she'd drifted off with her thoughts, her head heavy as she raised her chin to give the woman before her her full attention. Her right hand felt warm and slightly sticky, her eyes briefly flickering towards it; a shiver travelling down her vertebral column at the sight of Stella's long, soft fingers still wrapped around her wrist; the tips of her fingers kissing her palm.

"Uhh- It's Sav...Blanc, actually…I-" Stella lifted her eyes from their soft caress of the floor, blinking a few times as she moved her head away from the sudden intrusion of light that had just flickered on across the campus, gold splashing across nameless faces, bushes earning their tiger stripes and the shadows getting chased from the home they'd made in the cracked concrete.

The emerald in her eyes threatened to swallow the sapphire when they came to rest on Dana's soft features. She wanted to brush the auburn locks away from her eyes, to get lost in the abyss of her thoughts. Following the other woman's gaze, Stella felt her chest constrict; her breath quickening as her heart started to beat erratically out of sync, she was losing control, every fibre of her body vying it's natural instinct to keep her calm, reserved, alive.

Oh, fuck.

Clearing her throat, Stella slowly pulled her hand away from the flames threatening to consume every inch of her body. Her other hand still had a firm hold of the blue cup, her index finger tracing the ridges along the side subconsciously. "I'm drinking chardonnay," She motioned to the cup half-heartedly, the corner of her mouth raising in a soft smile. "I feel bad," Dana shook her head, red waves spilling across her shoulders, "-about spilling your drink. Dana, here." Stella moved to stand up more straight, her heels making her quite a few inches taller.

Taking a half-step towards her, Stella's gaze traced down the highlighted bridge of her nose, along the peach rubbing off across her cheek, the shadowed edge of her jawline. She's just a girl. You've done this before. Breathe, idiot. Dana took a step in turn, her boot heel getting stuck in a dip in the concrete and causing her to stumble slightly, knees buckling. A hand came out of nowhere and stopped her from face-planting her pride, her chipped green nails digging into the plastic of her cup.

Her tongue darted out of her mouth, dark rose swiping across her bottom lip, a ragged sigh escaping her mouth without her permission, white pearls coming down against her will and grazing, sucking the lip into her mouth. She felt short nails dig into the muscle below her elbow, attempting to hold her up. Once she maintained control of her limbs, Dana let out a slow breath; the air fluttering the edges of her fringe out of her eyes that were blurring her vision, reaching the tips of Stella's long golden locks that were a few centimetres away from her face.

Swallowing an imaginary lump in her throat, she tilted her head further up until she made eye-contact with – not the smoky eyes she had been craving – but, the blue plastic in front of her. She opened her mouth slowly, tongue darting out, she realised that Stella wasn't looking at her cup. She was staring at her lips. She shook her head slowly, gold strings whipping her face. "Use mine."