Mulder's Apartment,
Friday 6:10pm
Mulder fumbled in his jacket pocket for his apartment keys whilst precariously juggling two large brown paper bags of groceries. He was running late, having had no idea how busy grocery stores could get on Friday nights.
Depositing the bags on the kitchen counter he mused not for the first time today 'How did I get myself into this?' He had been determined upon entering the J Edger Hoover building that he would be calm and collective, Mr Suave and Sophisticated but it had all gone out the window as soon as he had seen her.
'Mr Suave and Sophisticated my ass! I was gonna play it cool, even though I was willing to get down on my hands and knees and beg for forgiveness if she called me on what I'd done. When I got to the doorway though, she was sat there with her head thrown back as she delicately moaned.' Mulder groaned at the memory.
'The way she wiggled her hips, sat in her office chair ... it was bewitching. She's so gorgeous, just wearing one of her normal business suits but now I knew what was under her suit ... I knew I was in trouble. Then she giggled, a sound that was so unlike Scully ... but it sounded so good it stirred my groin.' Mulder placed the wine and a few other items in the refrigerator to cool leaving the rest on the side for dinner.
He crossed to the bathroom, stripping his clothes off on the way. 'When she whimpered 'Oh so good...' I have no idea whether she was talking about us but I couldn't stand and listen to her like that ... I was in danger of creaming my shorts. ... She looked so embarrassed when she heard me cough ... so beautiful ... so innocent.' Mulder turned on the shower and set the temperature to cold before stepping in.
'I tried to play it cool, I really did but I had to know her thoughts on 'our' night, I asked as nonchalantly as possible whether she had had any more dreams. When she told me she was almost disappointed to wake up alone, I didn't know whether to jump for joy or cry in desperation. Why did she have to be so cryptic? I was almost sure that she cried my name last night but she was acting so cool ... maybe I imagined it or maybe I had convinced her it was a dream.' Mulder thought as he rubbed himself down roughly with shower gel.
'Then she took off her jacket, I could see straight through her blouse ... I could see her bra and her love bite easily ... then she touched it and her nipples hardened. I swear ... how my desk did not rise with the stiffening of my dick I will never know. So I turned away ... I had to before I embarrassed myself.' Mulder rubbed the shampoo into his scalp more rigorously then normal to try and refocus his attention but it was in vain.
'When she asked me about the file ... Christ I had never seen her in a skirt so short ... and those legs ... I thought of how they had felt around my waist ... God, all my self control had gone out the window upon seeing those bare legs.' Mulder finished rinsing his hair before stepping out of the shower and reaching for his razor.
'So I started flirting ... more then usual ... and she was flirting back. I started complementing her but when I said about the whole lunch thing and not wanting other male members of the FBI looking at her, then the partner privileges bit ... I was sure she would pull her gun on me, woman's lib and all that but instead she just said 'Really.' My heart had leaped.'
Mulder splashed on a little aftershave, he knew it was her favorite because she always lingered closer when he was wearing this brand. He pulled on a pair of black jeans and a black turtle neck top before returning to the kitchen.
Making quick work of slicing the tomatoes for the base of his Bolognese and tossing them into a pan. 'So before I knew what was happening I asked her out. I, Fox Mulder asked my incredibly gorgeous partner out on a date, and what's more surprising is she said yes! Dana Scully said yes ... to me! Of course she probably just thought I was asking her as a friend but I can still try and woe her innocently.'
Throwing some mushrooms and herbs into the sauce Mulder inhaled deeply, he really wanted to impress her. It had taken him so long to work up the courage to ask her on a date, admittedly he hadn't intended to at that moment but he had been trying to work up the courage for years, it was difficult with their work and the other strains that were enforced on their relationship.
Mulder heard a quiet knock at the door and glanced at the clock, she was bang on time, as always. He crossed to the door and opened it revealing his partner dressed in black pants, a long fitted jacket, with her hair lightly framing her face. 'She looks amazing.' Mulder thought before realizing there was nothing stopping him from saying it aloud.
"You look amazing, Scully."
"Thank you." Scully replied blushing once again.
'You look so cute when you blush.' Mulder thought but decided voicing that opinion would probable result in him getting very sore ribs so instead said "Come in."
Scully stepped into the apartment and inhaled the charismatic aroma. "Mmmmm... Something smells good." She murmured as Mulder returned to stand in front of her.
"Must be my aftershave." Mulder replied mischievously.
"I was referring to the food..." Scully replied before placing her hands lightly on Mulder's chest and leaning up to his neck. "But your aftershave doesn't smell bad either." She smiled wickedly as Mulder's breath caught in his throat before she side stepped him to walk into the lounge.
Not willing to allow her to make such a blatant move without retaliating Mulder grasped her wrist lightly and pulled her back, pressing her back against his chest. Leaning down, he brushed her hair back from her neck and breathed in deeply. "You smell damn good yourself Scully."
Hearing her breath hitch Mulder stepped back allowing her to have her personal space back before asking gallantly. "May I take your jacket?"
"Um hum." She whimpered before unfastening her buttons and allowing Mulder to slide her jacket from her shoulders. She turned to Mulder once more causing him to bite his lip as he saw the low cut top she was wearing that revealed the valley between her breasts. "Would you like some wine?" Mulder asked in breathless anticipation.
"Sure." She replied calmly.
Mulder returned to the kitchen and poured two glasses of wine. "Make yourself comfortable." He called back over his shoulder as he stirred the Bolognese sauce.
"Is there anything I can do?" she called back.
"Nope, everything is under control in here... You could switch the stereo on?" Mulder added as an after thought "The remote should be there."
Mulder was returning to the lounge carrying the two glasses when he heard Scully yelp. "What's wrong?" Mulder asked seeing his partner in a half fighting stance looking at his reclining chair.
"It moved!" Scully exclaimed starring at the black leather.
Mulder suppressed a smile as he assessed the situation before asking mockingly. "What? Do you think it's possessed? Could be a poltergeist?"
Scully registered his amusement but choose to ignore his comment. "It moved. I'm telling you."
Mulder moved behind her, eyeing the chair over her head as he pressed her wine glass into her hand and leaned down to her ear. "It would..." he whispered as he snaked his hand down her forearm gently grazing her skin with his fingertips before coming to rest at her hand "...that's the wrong remote."
Scully turned her head looking him directly in the eye, he could feel her breath on his face "What...?"
Mulder smirked at her confusion. "That remote controls the massaging chair, that one ..." he pointed to the content of the coffee table "controls the stereo."
Scully rolled her eyes at her own naivety before Mulder crossed to the stereo and clicked the power button. Marvin Gay's voice sang out smoothly causing Mulder to smile.
"You want me to change the CD?" He asked.
Scully smiled as she registered his unasked question 'This is date music. Do you want 'Date' music?' "This is good." She replied with a coy smile.
Mulder smiled broadly. "Take a seat and this time relax. You 'are' safe here." He stated as he guided her back to the massaging chair.
"I couldn't." Scully protested slightly before sinking down into the chair.
"Here... you have complete control." Mulder said as he passed the remote back to Scully. "I won't be long." He added before returning to the kitchen to throw the pasta into some boiling water.
Scully reclined in the chair, pressing a couple of buttons on the remote so that she would have a heated massaging motion that would ease her muscles from head to toe.
"Ummmm..." she hummed lightly.
Mulder returned to the lounge silently with his wine in his hand and leaned back on the far end of the couch, watching his partner. Her head was thrown back and her eyes were closed. He watched mesmerized as she cooed and moaned contentedly.
Mulder shifted slightly on the couch as he sipped his wine. 'God she is stunning.' He mused as he nibbled his lower lip. He sat there mesmerized by her for several minutes though it felt like only seconds.
She rose her wine glass too her lips slowly and took a sip, accidentally spilling a drop. Mulder watched with bated breath as the wine droplet ran down her throat and into the crevice of her cleavage. Scully lifted her fingertips and gently stoked the trail the droplet had left before lifting her finger to her lips and swirling her tongue around the tip. Mulder breathed in swiftly unable to control his reaction.
"Mulder?" she questioned.
'Busted.' Mulder thought before realizing her eyes were still closed. 'Has she known I was here all along?'
"The pasta?" she stated.
"Huh?" Mulder replied his mind still reeling.
"The pasta." She repeated as he heard the pan boiling over.
"Crap!" Mulder said as he jumped from the couch and rushed to the kitchen. 'Smooth Mulder, real smooth.' He thought before suddenly shouting in pain. "Fuck!"
"What's wrong?" Scully said appearing at his side instantly.
"Oh... I burnt myself." Mulder stated embarrassed, shaking his hand.
"Put it under cold water. Where's your first aid box?" Scully asked switching into doctor mode.
"In the bathroom cabinet." Mulder stated without thinking whilst running his hand under the cold water. Scully crossed the apartment and entered the bathroom. "No. Wait!" Mulder said realizing his mistake and running to the bathroom door.
Scully stood at the bathroom cabinet and removed a small container.
"Mulder...?" She questioned holding up the small container that held two green contact lenses.
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Author's notes - Let me know what you think? The more reviews I get, the faster I write. lol. I hope you like this chapter, well, the whole story really. There are a few more chapters to come. Please review.
