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Chapter 4
We head back to our table in silence. I wonder if she notices that she's still gripping my hand in hers or that my other hand is resting lightly on her hip. If she does then she doesn't comment on it.
"God I am so embarrassed." She breathes out in a rush. I love the way she blushes. Dana Scully doesn't turn red on her cheeks, she turns red around her neck and slowly the red tinge drifts lower spreading over her chest, deepening depending on the level of her embarrassment.
"You were just looking out for your brother and sister-in-law." I assure her. She's so cute.
"I know, but did you see the way they were kissing? I can't remember the last time I was kissed like that."
I would volunteer right here and now but I know she still has her weapon with her. "I guess that's what it's like when you're really in love." Not that I would know, I've never kissed the woman I'm in love with. "Have you never felt so desperate to have someone that you think, I don't care if Skinner is sat right there I will have her now." Shit! I've don't it again. "Him." I correct myself.
She's blushing more now, at my little slip no doubt. "Mulder, I feel like everyone is looking at me."
They are. You're gorgeous. You'd have to be blind not to notice. I scan the crowd and realise that there are an awful lot of eyes on my partner... too many in fact. They are looking at her like she's a prime sirloin and they're all ravenous.
"How about we just finish this drink then get a bottle to take up to our rooms?"
She gives me a quick nod and downs the rest of her drink in one gulp. I follow suit as she gathers our belongings together. Damn, we left the case file unattended! I really hope no-one sneaked a peak. Skinner will have my hide if one of our cases gets leaked to the press, again.
I order two bottles of wine from the bar for convenience sake and sneak two wine glasses under my jacket. Scully is waiting for me by the door. I can already see a couple of sailors approaching her. I cut straight through the crowd, easily aborting their attempts as I usher her out the door.
"Two?"
"Better to have too much than not enough." I wink.
The bell boy smirks at me as he mentally undresses my partner. Good thing I have my hands full. Scully presses the button for the elevator making the doors open immediately.
"I think I'd better apologise to Bill. What must he be thinking of me?"
I have to laugh at that. "At the moment I very much doubt he is doing any thinking at all." There's that blush again. It's gone down to her cross this time.
"You know what I mean."
"Maybe we could meet them for a late breakfast?"
"I don't even know where they're staying." Damn, she certainly doesn't have her investigators head on today.
"I don't think they've gone far. Didn't you see Tara trying to hide that key card?"
"No. I was probably too busy blushing."
The elevator bings as the doors open on our floor. I allow Scully to exit first then follow closely behind. We stop at her door as she fishes out her key card then slides it into the lock. I will never fathom how she makes these things work first time.
She dumps the file on the bed then kicks off her shoes as she's slipping off her jacket. She must be really rattled because she's never normally so eager to rid herself of her work attire. Not that I'm complaining mind. In fact I think I must be staring because she is now looking at me with that raised eyebrow of hers. That's when I hear it.
"Oh baby." Comes sailing thorough the thin walls.
"Oh, listen to that, Scully. Live entertainment." I smirk amused by my partner's quickly fading composure. I uncover the glasses and slip one into her hand as I toe off my shoes.
"Mulder? Where?"
"I borrowed them from downstairs."
"You stole them?"
"Not stole... borrowed." I replied as I pour her wine before pouring my own. Apparently the beds in this place must be very well used because the bed next door is squeaking up a storm.
"God I missed you." Is spoken in the same male baritone.
Scully seems to pale slightly muttering what I believe to be, "I'm not that unlucky."
"Harder, Bill! Harder!" A decidedly familiar female voice comes loud and clear through the wall. Scully doesn't hesitate as she grabs the wine bottle from my hand and heads for the door.
"Where are you going?"
"If you wanna stay in here by all means do but there is no way in hell I am staying in here for the night listening to that."
"Okay." I have to agree. "I can't say I wanna listen to that but where are we going?"
"Your room." My dominant little partner declares as if there were any other choice. "You don't mind sharing do you?" Mind sharing? Hell no I don't mind. Jesus, I think all my birthdays and Christmas's have come at once. I know I will end up sleeping on the floor but still that sounds damn appealing right now.
Scully gulps down her glass as she plonks herself down on my bed, making herself right at home.
"I can't believe you told me about Tara and Bill doesn't even know yet." I state still more than a little amused at what we have just overheard.
"Please don't talk about my brother right now." She looks like she has just caught her parents in flagrante delicto. "Pour me another." I do.
"I just think Bill should have been the first to know." I argue why I raised the subject.
"Tara told me because she was excited and Bill was away when she found out. I think it's a sure bet that he will know by the morning."
"I think you might be right there." I can't help but laugh, she seems to be seeing the funny side of things too now as she allows herself a giggle.
"I'm just going to go get a little more comfortable." Scully murmurs as she heads for my bathroom. If this were a cartoon the stopper in this second bottle of wine would have just shot off. How exactly could she get more comfortable?
She's only gone for a few minutes and when she returns she looks exactly the same. Must be a girl thing. Maybe she took off her bra? Oh shit, why did I just think that? Look anywhere but her chest.
I allow my eyes to roam over the rest of her and see that she is now missing her pantyhose. Oh Jesus, that's nearly as bad. "Wine?" I ask as I distractedly aim towards her glass and begin pouring the wine.
"Mulder!" She shrieks pulling me from my reverie. Oh God, I'm such an idiot. She's sat there staring up at me with a murderous look in her eyes, not that I blame her. She's now covered in white wine.
"Jesus Scully I am soooo sorry." I think she is going to kill me. Imagine my surprise when she starts laughing.
"Good job you got two bottles." She giggles pulling at her saturated blouse and skirt. "Do you have a shirt I could wear?"
Oh Jesus. Just the idea of her wandering around in one of my shirts nearly undoes me. "Why can't you...?" I look towards her room.
"If you think I am going in there you have another thing coming." She gives me a sultry look before she practically purrs, "Oh Harder! Harder!"
Oh God! Yep, it's hard alright. I kneel on the floor in front of my suitcase and retrieve a spare shirt for her to wear and hand it to her without looking.
She disappears back into the bathroom without a word and reappears in what seems like seconds but in actuality must be at least ten minutes. I think she only has a pair of panties on under that white shirt. I take in a swift breath and hold up the bottle. "Another drink?"
"I'm good for now thanks." Can't really blame her but I gulp back another glass.
"You know. If you went down to the bar like that you'd have them tripping over each other to get to you. Not that you didn't earlier." I elaborate as she looks down shyly getting comfortable on the bed once more. I am still kneeling on the floor. I look like I am worshipping her, if only that were true.
"I don't want a sailor, Mulder."
"Why not?" I felt sure she would go for the sailor type, once in the Navy always in the Navy.
"I prefer a man who can't follow rules." She replies with a smirk. I think I better watch how much more wine she consumes because this is getting dangerous.
"Ummm, what show do you wanna see tomorrow?" I ask nervously. Nervous! Me! Fox Mulder! Hell yeah.
"Oh, I've heard about a new one... it's from a film I loved as a teenager. Crybaby."
"Sounds girly already." I quip.
"Not at all. It's about the town bad boy getting the geeky girl." I think I can guess why this was one of her favourites as a teen.
"You like bad boys, Scully?"
"Oh God yes! Well, not serial killer bad but someone who's not afraid to break the rules to get what he wants."
"Really? I break a lot of rules you know?" I have to risk it... she's driving me crazy.
"I'm aware of that." Her lips are curling upwards slightly but it's not a smile, it's a smirk. Oh my God, she's smirking!
"Do you remember any of what you said in the bar, Scully?"
"To Bill? Barely... lots of ranting, which turned out to be completely unfounded I believe." She's blushing again but this time I have a much better view of how far the blush travels. She really should have done up some more buttons on that shirt.
"Before we went over to see Bill." I ask tentatively.
"Much of the same wasn't it?" She lifts her eyebrow. Damn, she's half cut with a very loose men's white shirt on that isn't even done up completely but she still manages to pull off enigmatic.
"You told me your mom loves me." I state hoping to jog her memory.
"She does... you know that." She's smiling so widely that I am almost afraid I might piss her off.
"But you said it just after you told me Bill was trying to marry you off."
"I was using you as an example. Mom doesn't let a persons religion or lack thereof cloud her mind."
"You made it sound more like she was trying to marry us off."
"Did I?" Oh, answering a question with a question... how very shrewd of you, Agent Scully.
"So what about when you asked whether I would ever cheat on you?" I ask seriously.
She practically chokes on a small mouthful of wine before hesitantly saying, "I corrected myself."
"You did. To would I ever cheat on my partner?"
"I changed that to significant other, Mulder. It was just a slip of the tongue."
"Was it? That sounds like fun." I tease. She is fidgeting madly on the bed now but she's not asking me to back down. "Do you know, it's often been my experience that something can only slip out if there is something you are trying not to let slip."
"Mulder, what are you doing?" She is now completely sober but she is still breathless.
"Being bad." I answer as I crawl up and onto the bed. "Scully, do you honestly not remember the last time you were kissed like that?"
"No." She breathes. "I don't think I have ever been kissed like that."
"I'd like to kiss you like that." Her eyes have gone wide and she seems to have stopped breathing. If it weren't for the fact that I can see her chest rising and falling I would be panicking right about now. "Would you let me kiss you like that?"
"Yes." She exhales as I cover her mouth with my own. The kiss is shy and hesitant at first before I allow myself to relax. Before I know it I'm exploring every crevice of her mouth with my tongue and she's returning the favour. My hand slips under her shirt as my fingers begin to knead her unexplored skin gently. God, I feel like I've gone to heaven.
"Mulder, wait. Wait." Oh God, this is the bit where I get slapped. "What are we doing?"
"I don't know about you but I was enjoying myself." She just looks at me, not even a smile. This isn't good. "I believe what we were doing is commonly known as making out."
"Mulder, I mean where is this going?"
"I was kinda hoping for a sailors hello." I crack making her grin despite herself.
"I mean what happens after this? Is it just for tonight?" She sounds hesitant. Does she really think I'd do that?
"What? No. This is tonight, tomorrow, the next day. Do you see where I'm going with this? You do feel that way don't you?" I ask suddenly concerned that I have misread all the signs. She nods, thank God. "I want you for the rest of my life, Scully. I want you to be my wife."
"Are you proposing?"
"What? No. Not tonight. I wanna do that with a ring while down on one knee." She looks surprised; guess she didn't know I'm an old romantic. "Would you say yes?"
"I guess you'll have to ask and find out." She murmurs latching her mouth back onto mine as her fingers begin desperately undoing buttons. God I love this woman.
I practically pull the shirt that she is wearing open, what the hell, it's mine anyway. God she has an amazing body. Christ! And nimble fingers.
She pushes me back enticing me to shake off my shirt as she undoes my belt. Oh so slowly she undoes the button on my pants before slowly undoing my flies. Jesus, I think I am in danger of hyperventilating. She's breathtaking. Wild. Almost feral.
God, I really love this woman.
Slowly she tugs my pants down to around my knees and looks at my length appraisingly. She takes me into her hand and strokes up my length gently before giving me a slight squeeze. Leaning forwards she looks up at me with a wicked gleam in her eye as she licks her lips before saying two words that nearly undo me.
"... Hello Sailor."
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Author's notes –
Well there you have it. I hope you enjoyed the fic.
I used some of my memories from my New York holiday for this one... the place was absolutely buzzing with sailors... *fans self* LOL Oh, and Crybaby is a new show which is now on Broadway. I know it doesn't fit with the time line but it is a great show.
Anyways, I hope you liked the story. Let me know. Reviews are like air... might not seem important but we need it to live.
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