Chapter Eight - In A Dark, Dark Room
Scully glared at him again. "Very funny Mulder."
Mulder laughed as he closed the box and handed it back to Mildred who was patiently waiting to pass it along to the other guests.
"Seriously Mulder" Scully said still sounding rather annoyed. "If you want to, don't let me stop you."
"Scully, I wasn't lying when I said I haven't smoked since I got my badge. I don't want to be a hypocrite."
Scully relaxed a bit then. "Sorry, I guess I am a bit touchy on that subject. I got a lot of grief in high school and college because I chose to abstain."
Mulder sat back on the sofa and looked at her with a touch of pity in his eyes. "That had to be rough" he said remembering the teasing he got himself when he was younger.
"I really didn't fit in anywhere either until I hooked up with these guys in Oxford. We were all misfits, I guess but they turned out to be some of my best friends."
Mulder stood up and stretched. "I am going to get a refill, can I interest you in anything?"
"Another martini would be nice" Scully said standing herself.
Mulder paused as if to ask her something but then just nodded and headed towards the bar. Almost immediately the already dim lights got noticeably dimmer.
"What's going on?" Scully asked Randy who was standing close to her.
"Oh honey, this is the best part of the evening. Make-out time." He said glancing sideways at Charlie. "It's always fun to see who becomes a couple and how far they go."
Scully's eyes got rather wide at the prospect of being in the same room as mating couples.
"Don't worry honey, by the time everyone gets to the good stuff its so dark in here you can barely see what you're doing." He gave a little giggle "You have to go by sense of touch."
Randy pointed to a couple joined together a few feet from them. "See, they have the right idea."
Scully smiled weakly and left Randy to find a relatively safe spot within the room. She thought she found one. It was a little alcove that held only an oversized chair.
She paced in front of the chair her thoughts switching from images of Mulder in a passionate embrace with another woman during another party and picturing herself doing the same thing with him.
The music had become low and sultry with a base rhythm that seemed to set the perfect beat for making love. The sounds of the music and the abundance of alcohol flowing through her system were beginning to get her quite aroused.
Mulder tapped her on the shoulder to get her attention and she started nearly knocking the drinks out of his hands.
He raised a questioning eyebrow at her and she shrugged. "Sorry, you startled me. Guess I was off in my own little world."
Scully promptly gulped down a good portion of her martini.
Mulder sensing that something was bothering Scully put a gentle arm around her and pulled her close enough to whisper in her ear.
"Scully, if this is making you comfortable we can leave."
She looked at him a bit shocked at his proposal. She never even thought about leaving. Mulder continued "From what I have heard, things can get a bit crazy now."
"You mean you don't know?" Scully asked confused. "I thought you have been to Eli's parties before?"
"I have" Mulder said gazing around the darkening room "but I usually stay only until we have settled all of the world's problems. When the pot comes out, that is my signal that it is time to go."
"So you have never stayed for this?" Scully said gesturing to the room and it sounds of low music and soft moans.
"No, I can't say that I have." He was looking at her with curiosity as if he was trying to figure out what she would do next.
She shocked him. "I think we should stay a bit and see what happens" Scully said smiling up at him giving him the idea that she wasn't just talking about the other occupants of the room.
"Okay" Mulder said "If you're sure."
"Oh, I am very sure" Scully said taking another large gulp of martini. She thought even Mulder would have trouble ignoring her in this situation.
Mulder gave a short look at the oversized chair and Scully nodded. He sat down and took her hands pulling her down on top on him.
She felt warm and soft and smelled slightly of olives and vodka. Mulder wondered to himself and he gathered her in, if she tasted that way too.
They sat there just holding each other for a moment or two with Scully's head tucked tidily under Mulder's chin. Mulder's hand then began a soft and gentle stroking of Scully's back all in time to the primitive beat of the music.
The touch was soft but it sent shockwaves through Scully and she shivered slightly. The arousal that had been a mere afterthought moments before was now rising at a fevered pitch.
She leaned back a bit to find Mulder looking down at her with an intensity that made her squirm in anticipation.
He was going to kiss her. Finally.
Mulder felt the slight shutters going through Scully's body at the feel of his touch and he felt all his energy head southward. She pulled back from him and he could see the desire in her eyes.
She wanted him to kiss her.
So he did.
It began soft and gentle but as Scully opened herself to him Mulder lost all self control. He had been right, she did taste of vodka and olives and it was intoxicating.
They stayed locked in the embrace until Mulder felt Scully remove one hand from where she had placed it around her neck and move it slowly towards his groin.
As soon as it reached its destination, both his body and his mind snapped to attention.
He pushed Scully away. "We can't do this" he said breathing heavily. "Not here, not now."
Scully just smiled at him. "Sure we can, all we have to do is open up your fly and lift up my skirts.."
"No" Mulder said a bit louder than he wanted to. He practically pushed her off of him as he stood up and walked out onto the balcony.
Scully stormed out behind him and after closing the doors so they couldn't be heard turned to face him.
"I don't understand you Mulder - at all!" she hissed at him with a look that made Mulder very happy that she had left her gun back at the hotel.
"There are rules Scully" he said trying to take her by the shoulders. She shrugged him off and went to stand by the railing.
It was a clear night and she could look down and see people trickling out of the building to go home.
Mulder walked up behind her about to touch her again but thought better of it.
He forced his voice to be calm. "There are rules Scully that gentlemen go by when it comes to women."
"And what rules are those Mulder?" Scully said her voice like ice.
"That you don't sleep with a lady who has had too much to drink." He said flatly knowing that Scully's reaction would not be pretty.
It wasn't. "Who the hell do you think you are?" she said turning around to face him and poking him in his chest on every word to drive her point home. "I am perfectly capable of making my own decisions about having sex."
"I don't want to argue with you about it now Scully" Mulder said calmly. "I think the morning when you are in a better frame of mind would be better."
"Don't you mean sober Mulder?" she said poking him again. "Why don't you admit that you just made a mistake by bringing me here."
"A mistake?" Mulder said wondering what she could possibly mean.
"A big fat mistake. We had some good times in Minnesota and you thought that maybe we could do the same here. But you have come to the realization that it was Roger's magic brew that made me attractive to you." "What?" was all Mulder could manage to say.
"I am just your partner and will always be just your partner so I think it is about time you admitted that yourself and to me." She said trying hard to not cry.
Mulder took Scully by both shoulders and gave her a bit of a shake to get her attention. It worked and she looked up at him. This time looking totally defeated.
"I didn't even turn you on when you are drunk" she mumbled.
"Listen to me Scully very carefully. I am not drunk but you are. If it wasn't for that simple little fact, I would have easily forgotten about every other person in that room and let you go through with your little plan."
His voice gentled a bit. "But you have had a lot to drink Scully and I don't want to jeopardize everything because vodka makes you horny. I don't want you regretting tomorrow what we did tonight."
"It's no use Mulder" Scully said the multiple martinis beginning to catch up with her "You are just trying to spare my feelings."
She pushed away from him and headed towards the door. "I think I am going to ask Randy to take me home. Do you think he will mind?"
Scully didn't wait for an answer.
Charlie found Mulder sipping a drink an hour later still on the balcony. He walked over to his friend and stood next to him waiting for him to speak.
"Did Randy take her back to the hotel?" Mulder asked still staring off into the night.
"Yup."
"Did he mind having to leave the party early?" Mulder said this time glancing sideways at Charlie.
"Are you kidding? You know Randy loves being in the middle of everything. He smelled scandal and he jumped at the opportunity."
Mulder chuckled. "What did she say?"
"She muttered something about her being right and Randy being wrong and how she had thrown herself at you but that you had blatantly rejected her."
"Well, that is a rather accurate description of what happened." Mulder said looking back out towards the City again.
"May I ask why you avoided her advances - I thought you were crazy about her?" Charlie asked between sips of his beer.
"I am crazy about her Charlie. But she was as drunk as a skunk and you know there are."
"Rules" Charlie finished for him. "Got it."
They both stood there in silence and drank their drinks. "Charlie are there rules in the gay community about such things as well?"
"There are if you care about the person" he answered. "So what are you going to do now?"
Mulder sighed. "Damned if I know. I guess I will try to talk to her about it in the morning"
"I would wait until afternoon" Charlie said grinning "Eli's martinis are known to cause quite the hangover"
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Scully glared at him again. "Very funny Mulder."
Mulder laughed as he closed the box and handed it back to Mildred who was patiently waiting to pass it along to the other guests.
"Seriously Mulder" Scully said still sounding rather annoyed. "If you want to, don't let me stop you."
"Scully, I wasn't lying when I said I haven't smoked since I got my badge. I don't want to be a hypocrite."
Scully relaxed a bit then. "Sorry, I guess I am a bit touchy on that subject. I got a lot of grief in high school and college because I chose to abstain."
Mulder sat back on the sofa and looked at her with a touch of pity in his eyes. "That had to be rough" he said remembering the teasing he got himself when he was younger.
"I really didn't fit in anywhere either until I hooked up with these guys in Oxford. We were all misfits, I guess but they turned out to be some of my best friends."
Mulder stood up and stretched. "I am going to get a refill, can I interest you in anything?"
"Another martini would be nice" Scully said standing herself.
Mulder paused as if to ask her something but then just nodded and headed towards the bar. Almost immediately the already dim lights got noticeably dimmer.
"What's going on?" Scully asked Randy who was standing close to her.
"Oh honey, this is the best part of the evening. Make-out time." He said glancing sideways at Charlie. "It's always fun to see who becomes a couple and how far they go."
Scully's eyes got rather wide at the prospect of being in the same room as mating couples.
"Don't worry honey, by the time everyone gets to the good stuff its so dark in here you can barely see what you're doing." He gave a little giggle "You have to go by sense of touch."
Randy pointed to a couple joined together a few feet from them. "See, they have the right idea."
Scully smiled weakly and left Randy to find a relatively safe spot within the room. She thought she found one. It was a little alcove that held only an oversized chair.
She paced in front of the chair her thoughts switching from images of Mulder in a passionate embrace with another woman during another party and picturing herself doing the same thing with him.
The music had become low and sultry with a base rhythm that seemed to set the perfect beat for making love. The sounds of the music and the abundance of alcohol flowing through her system were beginning to get her quite aroused.
Mulder tapped her on the shoulder to get her attention and she started nearly knocking the drinks out of his hands.
He raised a questioning eyebrow at her and she shrugged. "Sorry, you startled me. Guess I was off in my own little world."
Scully promptly gulped down a good portion of her martini.
Mulder sensing that something was bothering Scully put a gentle arm around her and pulled her close enough to whisper in her ear.
"Scully, if this is making you comfortable we can leave."
She looked at him a bit shocked at his proposal. She never even thought about leaving. Mulder continued "From what I have heard, things can get a bit crazy now."
"You mean you don't know?" Scully asked confused. "I thought you have been to Eli's parties before?"
"I have" Mulder said gazing around the darkening room "but I usually stay only until we have settled all of the world's problems. When the pot comes out, that is my signal that it is time to go."
"So you have never stayed for this?" Scully said gesturing to the room and it sounds of low music and soft moans.
"No, I can't say that I have." He was looking at her with curiosity as if he was trying to figure out what she would do next.
She shocked him. "I think we should stay a bit and see what happens" Scully said smiling up at him giving him the idea that she wasn't just talking about the other occupants of the room.
"Okay" Mulder said "If you're sure."
"Oh, I am very sure" Scully said taking another large gulp of martini. She thought even Mulder would have trouble ignoring her in this situation.
Mulder gave a short look at the oversized chair and Scully nodded. He sat down and took her hands pulling her down on top on him.
She felt warm and soft and smelled slightly of olives and vodka. Mulder wondered to himself and he gathered her in, if she tasted that way too.
They sat there just holding each other for a moment or two with Scully's head tucked tidily under Mulder's chin. Mulder's hand then began a soft and gentle stroking of Scully's back all in time to the primitive beat of the music.
The touch was soft but it sent shockwaves through Scully and she shivered slightly. The arousal that had been a mere afterthought moments before was now rising at a fevered pitch.
She leaned back a bit to find Mulder looking down at her with an intensity that made her squirm in anticipation.
He was going to kiss her. Finally.
Mulder felt the slight shutters going through Scully's body at the feel of his touch and he felt all his energy head southward. She pulled back from him and he could see the desire in her eyes.
She wanted him to kiss her.
So he did.
It began soft and gentle but as Scully opened herself to him Mulder lost all self control. He had been right, she did taste of vodka and olives and it was intoxicating.
They stayed locked in the embrace until Mulder felt Scully remove one hand from where she had placed it around her neck and move it slowly towards his groin.
As soon as it reached its destination, both his body and his mind snapped to attention.
He pushed Scully away. "We can't do this" he said breathing heavily. "Not here, not now."
Scully just smiled at him. "Sure we can, all we have to do is open up your fly and lift up my skirts.."
"No" Mulder said a bit louder than he wanted to. He practically pushed her off of him as he stood up and walked out onto the balcony.
Scully stormed out behind him and after closing the doors so they couldn't be heard turned to face him.
"I don't understand you Mulder - at all!" she hissed at him with a look that made Mulder very happy that she had left her gun back at the hotel.
"There are rules Scully" he said trying to take her by the shoulders. She shrugged him off and went to stand by the railing.
It was a clear night and she could look down and see people trickling out of the building to go home.
Mulder walked up behind her about to touch her again but thought better of it.
He forced his voice to be calm. "There are rules Scully that gentlemen go by when it comes to women."
"And what rules are those Mulder?" Scully said her voice like ice.
"That you don't sleep with a lady who has had too much to drink." He said flatly knowing that Scully's reaction would not be pretty.
It wasn't. "Who the hell do you think you are?" she said turning around to face him and poking him in his chest on every word to drive her point home. "I am perfectly capable of making my own decisions about having sex."
"I don't want to argue with you about it now Scully" Mulder said calmly. "I think the morning when you are in a better frame of mind would be better."
"Don't you mean sober Mulder?" she said poking him again. "Why don't you admit that you just made a mistake by bringing me here."
"A mistake?" Mulder said wondering what she could possibly mean.
"A big fat mistake. We had some good times in Minnesota and you thought that maybe we could do the same here. But you have come to the realization that it was Roger's magic brew that made me attractive to you." "What?" was all Mulder could manage to say.
"I am just your partner and will always be just your partner so I think it is about time you admitted that yourself and to me." She said trying hard to not cry.
Mulder took Scully by both shoulders and gave her a bit of a shake to get her attention. It worked and she looked up at him. This time looking totally defeated.
"I didn't even turn you on when you are drunk" she mumbled.
"Listen to me Scully very carefully. I am not drunk but you are. If it wasn't for that simple little fact, I would have easily forgotten about every other person in that room and let you go through with your little plan."
His voice gentled a bit. "But you have had a lot to drink Scully and I don't want to jeopardize everything because vodka makes you horny. I don't want you regretting tomorrow what we did tonight."
"It's no use Mulder" Scully said the multiple martinis beginning to catch up with her "You are just trying to spare my feelings."
She pushed away from him and headed towards the door. "I think I am going to ask Randy to take me home. Do you think he will mind?"
Scully didn't wait for an answer.
Charlie found Mulder sipping a drink an hour later still on the balcony. He walked over to his friend and stood next to him waiting for him to speak.
"Did Randy take her back to the hotel?" Mulder asked still staring off into the night.
"Yup."
"Did he mind having to leave the party early?" Mulder said this time glancing sideways at Charlie.
"Are you kidding? You know Randy loves being in the middle of everything. He smelled scandal and he jumped at the opportunity."
Mulder chuckled. "What did she say?"
"She muttered something about her being right and Randy being wrong and how she had thrown herself at you but that you had blatantly rejected her."
"Well, that is a rather accurate description of what happened." Mulder said looking back out towards the City again.
"May I ask why you avoided her advances - I thought you were crazy about her?" Charlie asked between sips of his beer.
"I am crazy about her Charlie. But she was as drunk as a skunk and you know there are."
"Rules" Charlie finished for him. "Got it."
They both stood there in silence and drank their drinks. "Charlie are there rules in the gay community about such things as well?"
"There are if you care about the person" he answered. "So what are you going to do now?"
Mulder sighed. "Damned if I know. I guess I will try to talk to her about it in the morning"
"I would wait until afternoon" Charlie said grinning "Eli's martinis are known to cause quite the hangover"
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