Best Friends: The Date
by TBishop
TBishop27@aol.com
Rating: NC17
Category: MSR
Archiving: Yes, just tell me where.
Disclaimer: This Mulder and Scully are mine. Chris
would never let his play like this.
Spoilers: Yes
Summary: Their first date.
Author's note: This is the second installment of the
Best Friends series. It will continue as long as there
appears to be an interest, both yours and mine.
Feedback: Please. How else will I know if you want
more?
As Always, flames will be forwarded to that dark part
of my writer's imagination that roams the night in
search of victims.
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I still can't believe any of this is true. I keep
waiting to wake up from that dream but it never,
thankfully, happens. I've got to be the worlds
luckiest son of a bitch. Dana Scully is in love with
me. She actually said so herself. Not once but twice,
in fact. Scully is in love with me! Me, Fox Mulder,
loser extraordinare. If that doesn't beat it all. Oh,
I've known for quite awhile that she loved me. How
could I not know? Just the fact that she puts up with
me is enough proof of that. But I was totally blown
away when she told me she was IN love with me. I never
dared hope.

I've been in love with her since our first case
together. She stole my heart the way she gave me her
complete trust and respect, even though they'd sent her
to debunk me. I watched this wide eyed green recruit
screw her courage to the sticking point and follow me
like a soldier into battle. What she experienced
during that case would have sent most agents scurrying
back up to the AD's office, reassignment request form
firmly in hand. Not my Scully. I think she was trying
to prove herself to me. But for the life of me, I
don't understand why. I was supposed to be proving
myself to her. So she could make her report. So I
could continue my work. I just love the irony. They
sent her to shut down the X-Files and she winds up
being the driving force that keeps them open. I
couldn't do it without her. I meant it when I told her
that.

With each passing year I fell deeper and deeper in love
with her until I found myself at last hopelessly
devoted. I continue to be amazed by her strength and
dedication to both me and our work. After all that
she's been through, despite the horrors they've
inflicted upon her, and admirably, because of those
horrors, she continues to fight. I admire her. She is
my hero. Nothing, absolutely nothing, can break her
will. She remains at my side against all odds, against
all rationality.

I never stood a chance.

I haven't seen her since our trip to Richmond two days
ago. We got home late and she had plans to spend the
next day with her mother. At least that's what she
said. I have my suspicions though that she was just
giving me time to settle things with Cynthia. I told
Cindy the truth. She was none too pleased, but all in
all, it could have gone a lot worse. I don't think she
was too heartbroken. She was flirting something awful
with this guy at the table across from ours, and I'm
pretty sure she slipped him her phone number as we were
leaving the restaurant. I don't think I'll tell Scully
that.

I called her last night and asked her out. Yes, a
date. An honest to goodness, I'll pick you up at
eight, dinner at Mario's and then we'll catch a movie,
date. Scully loves Italian food, and I'm even willing
to sit through one of those boring foreign films she's
so fond of. There's some sappy French thing playing at
the Regent, I'm sure she'll approve. Besides the
Regent isn't far from the Riverwalk and the thought of
strolling hand in hand with Dana in the moonlight has a
certain appeal. Yeah, Dana. Why not Dana? I think
she likes it when I call her that. She'll always be my
Scully, but if we're going to be dating, the least I
can do is call her Dana once in a while. But under no
circumstances is she going to call me Fox. That's just
a little too weird coming from her.

I have to laugh. Like all of this isn't completely
surreal. I'm driving in my car on my way over to
Scully's place to take her out on our first date. My
palms are actually sweating for Christsake! I bought a
new shirt and tie. She'd laugh at me if she knew what
a pathetic wuss I was being.

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Mulder would laugh if he saw what a wreck I've been
ever since he called me last night and asked me for a
date. I managed to act all cool and collected on the
phone but I absolutely broke into a panic once I hung
up. I was thrilled and terrified at the same time.

Of course I want it to be the perfect evening. I want
to say the right things, wear the right clothes... I
ended up spending most of today out shopping for just
the perfect little black dress. Mom came with me. She
was beside herself when I told her what had happened
between us. I was never so embarrassed as when she
steered me into the lingerie department and insisted I
buy 'something special for Fox'. I could have died
right then and there. I have never felt comfortable
discussing sex with my mother. I know, I'm thirty five
years old and I'm a medical doctor. For Godsake, I
should be able to talk openly on the subject with
another mature adult. And I can, as long as that other
mature adult isn't my mother! I honestly don't know
what got into her. She handed me the skimpiest little
bra and panty set and a garter belt and stockings, and
pushed me into the dressing room. I could feel the
heat creeping up my cheeks. She just rolled her eyes
and said, 'Oh, Dana, don't be such a prude, dear. Fox
will love it.' I was too shocked to argue with her.
That is the last time I take my mother shopping for
date clothes.

I have to admit though, I do feel kind of sexy wearing
it. And the new perfume too. Why the hell not?
Mulder's certainly worth the trouble and added expense.
I just wish I could relax a little. My heart is
actually racing. It's nearly eight. This is crazy,
being so excited about seeing a man I see practically
every day of my life. We've spent many a night alone
together on stakeouts. We've hung out at each other's
apartments going over case reports until the wee hours
of the mornings. We've eaten in hundreds of
restaurants together over the years. Why should I be
so nervous over this?

I look in the mirror for a final check and the answer
is staring me straight in the face. The difference
tonight is the dress, and more precisely the little
scraps of black lace beneath the dress. It is the
possibility of where this night will end that has me a
jumble of nerves. If that kiss in the car was any
indication of the passion that exists between us, it's
inevitable that we will wind up in bed together
tonight. I just hope I'll be able to concentrate on the
rest of the evening knowing we could, in all
probability, be making love before the night is
through.

Hoo boy... The last time I had intercourse with a man
was... God, has it really been almost eight years?! No
wonder my mother's picking lingerie for me. I just
hope I don't disappoint him. All those videos that
aren't his have probably given him very definite ideas.
Besides, I've got some recent competition to live up
to.

Speaking of, I wonder how that whole thing went? I
purposely gave Mulder an excuse not to have to see me
yesterday. I figured he'd need to talk to her. I
don't know why, but I worried about it the whole day.
I was so relieved when he called me last night. At
least I was able to get some sleep, knowing he was home
safe and sound and most importantly... ALONE. I know
it was stupid of me, but I had this nagging fear that
he was going to see Cynthia and somehow change his mind
about wanting to break up with her. So sue me, I'm
insecure. I can't help it. Mulder is a very
attractive man. If I had a dollar for every time I saw
a woman check him out, I'd be able to afford the five
hundred and sixty-two dollars I spent on this dress.
Besides, Mulder really seemed to like Cynthia.

One thing's for sure, no matter how much it's killing
me to know what happened when he told her, I will not
bring up the subject tonight. Tonight is about me and
Mulder. I'm going to do my damnedest to keep the
conversation off work and anything else that might
otherwise be unpleasant.

I hear a knock at the door and my heart starts pounding
harder. I've actually got butterflies in my stomach.
I take a minute to compose myself at the door before I
open it.

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Holy sweet Jesus! "Wow!"

"Wow yourself, Mulder." She grins and lets me into her
apartment.

Once inside, I make a slow circle around her and
inspect, allowing my eyes to wander up and down this
vision of Sculliness. "I've never seen anyone look so
incredibly beautiful in my entire life."

She puts her head down to hide the blush of her cheeks,
and peaks out from under that gorgeous red curtain,
offering me a shy smile. What a picture. "Thank you,
Mulder."

That dress she's barely wearing is having some very
profound effects on my little G-man. For the first
time in seven years I don't feel a bit of guilt getting
a hard on in Scully's presence. I'm pretty sure that
was her aim when she made herself look so absolutely
fuckable tonight. Mission accomplished, Miss Scully,
your partner is sufficiently aroused. Let's see, we're
what? Thirty seconds into our date? It's going to be
a very long evening.

"Is that a new tie, Mulder? I don't believe I've ever
seen you wear it before." She comes over to me and
makes a slight adjustment at my collar. I love it when
she takes care of me.

"Yep." Mmmm. She smells good enough to eat.

"I like it very much." She croons as she runs one
sensuous, manicured finger slowly down along the entire
length of the silky fabric, exerting just enough
pressure to send a shiver up my spine. "New shirt
too?" She looks up with that trademark brow arched to
punctuate her question.

I only nod dumbly.

She slips her hand under my jacket lapel and caresses
the crisp white shirt beneath. The heat from her small
hand burns right through to my skin. "Nice, Mulder. I
love the feel of something brand new, don't you?"

I bite my lower lip and snatch her hand off of my
chest. She knows good and well what she's doing.
Agent Dana Scully is coming on to me big time. I'm
certain I'm dreaming now because these things just
don't happen in real life. Only in my fantasies and
erotic dreams would I be so lucky. I bring her hand up
and place a kiss on her palm letting the tip of my
tongue snake back and forth before I pull away.

Something that is half moan, half growl escapes from
Scully. "Are you hungry?" She asks.

"God, yes."

"Me too. I'm absolutely starving. What's on the menu
tonight, Mulder?" The words are right, but the way she
says them I can't be entirely sure if she's talking
about dinner.

"Mario's?"

"Mmmm. Italian."

God, I hate to break this little party up but, "We have
reservations in twenty minutes."

"Guess we better go then." Is it my imagination or
does she sound disappointed?

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I've had so much fun this evening. Mulder has been the
perfect date, handsome, charming, witty, and very
attentive. He held my hand across the table at dinner.
The way he kept looking at me, I felt... I felt
beautiful. If I wasn't already head over heels in love
with the man, I'm sure he would have captured my heart
tonight.

After dinner he took me to my favorite movie house
where we watched a romantic French love story. Mulder
was so sweet. He actually had tears in his eyes when
the woman killed herself. Her lover had been lost at
sea, but he is rescued and returns only to find that
she has taken her own life in her grief. He goes mad
and spends his remaining years wandering the streets of
Paris looking for his beloved.

Mulder put his arm around me during the movie. I
rested my head against his shoulder, breathing in his
after shave and that heady Mulderscent. The movie
ended far too soon for me. I could have sat there like
that for hours and been completely content.

It was his suggestion that we take a stroll along the
Riverwalk after the movie. We walk silently, hand in
hand, marveling at the moonlight reflecting off the
glassy waters. My hand has suddenly become the most
sensitive part of my body. I am acutely aware of even
the slightest shift of his fingers as they remain
intertwined with mine. His grip is firm but gentle. I
can sense his nervousness in the clammy touch of his
skin. Mulder's hand is so large compared to mine yet
somehow we fit perfectly together. We come across a
couple kissing on a park bench and pick up our pace
slightly to give them their privacy. Mulder's grip
tightens and he begins to caress the back of my hand
with his thumb.

Is he feeling what I'm feeling, I wonder? Is he trying
to work up the nerve to kiss me again? If he only knew
how badly I wanted him to, I don't think he would be so
shy.

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I don't want this night to ever end. It's as though
I've been transported into some alternate universe
where I'm actually allowed to be happy, where all the
nightmares are somebody else's not mine, where the most
beautiful woman in the world is in love with me. Can
this possibly be real? Or am I finally going to wake
up, and Scully will be, just as before, an ache in my
heart never to be soothed?

I walk her to the door of her apartment and watch
nervously as she opens the lock with her key. She
slips in and switches on the lights before turning back
to me. I'm trying to think of just the right thing to
say when she smiles at this fool still standing in her
hallway and says. "Aren't you going to come inside,
Mulder?"

Yes! Thankyouthankyouthankyou!

She is across the room by the time I have shut and
locked the door behind me. I hear the click of her
stereo being switched on and the silent apartment is
suddenly filled with soft music which eases the mood.

"Can I get you anything, Mulder?" She asks, trying to
play the good hostess.

"Actually," I say, as I cross the room to stand before
her. "There is something I would like." I pull her
into my arms, staring down into the depths of two
crystal blue pools.

"Anything." Her voice is low and throaty, escaping
from her lips in a puff of warm air that tickles my
neck just above my shirt collar. "Anything at all."

Maybe I'm not dreaming. Maybe I've died and gone to
heaven. For certainly this is an angel I'm holding in
my arms. I reach for one of her hands and bring it to
my lips to press one tender kiss on trembling fingers.
"Dance with me, Dana."

She nods and smiles at me, then melts into my arms as
we begin to sway to the beat of the music. I can't
help it. I'm swept up in the moment. I begin to sing
the words softly into her ear. "I feel wonderful
because I see the love light in your eyes...And the
wonder of it all, is that you just don't realize...how
much I love you..."

When the song ends, she looks up at me with dewy eyes.
"I didn't realize you were an Eric Clapton fan,
Mulder."

I can't resist. She's walked right into it. I have to
tease her. "Are you kidding? Lay Down Scully is one
of my all time favorite songs."

She chuckles and blushes. "That's 'Sally'."

"Are you sure?" I feign ignorance.

"Pretty sure." She nods and rolls her eyes.

"Damn. To think I've had it wrong all these years." I
say with a wink and a grin.

She is all at once very serious. "How many years,
Mulder?"

I know what she's asking. "Since the very beginning,
Scully... Since day one."

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He expects me to believe he's loved me since the first
time he saw me? As flattering as that is, I think I
know better. But for tonight... Go with it, Dana. If
Mulder wants to sweep you off your feet with his charm,
why not let him?

"Do you want to kiss me, Mulder?" I ask, deciding to
push things along a little.

"More than I want to breathe."

"Then what's preventing you?"

"I'm afraid where it might lead. I'm not sure I'll be
able to stop myself."

"Who says you have to stop?"

"It's only our first date, Miss Scully."

God, I love him! "We're both adults, Mr. Mulder.
There's no reason we can't take this date to it's
logical conclusion."

"And where would that be, Miss Scully?"

"My bedroom. But you have to kiss me first."

"The price of admission seems fair enough."

The way he's looking at me now turns my insides to
liquid. As he leans forward to kiss me, I am trembling
in his embrace. I'm not afraid of Mulder. I trust him
completely. It's the anticipation that has me undone.
I want him so bad. I want his kisses, his touch, the
sweet union of our flesh.

Our mouths find each other and this kiss is nothing
like our first. It is hot and needful, as if through
this single act we are seeking the release of years of
sexual tension. It is a deep kiss with thrusting
tongues battling for territory, teeth raking over and
nipping at sensitive lips. Mulder's hands have moved
up to tangle in my hair, he's pulling me still closer,
consuming me in his ardor. My knees grow weak and my
lungs scream for oxygen; yet even if I were able, I am
not willing to break away from this paradise just yet.

It is Mulder who finally puts an end to it. And I
groan in protest. We are both breathing hard, faces
flushed, eyes heavy lidded. I have sought his strength
to reinforce my wobbly legs, and as I lean against him
I can feel his erection straining beneath his clothes.
My body is already primed for our joining. I am wet
with carnality aching for his entrance. My pulse is
racing. Mulder was right, we can't stop now.

And then, without any warning, he sweeps me up into his
arms. "Mulder! Put me down! You're going to drop
me!" And carries me off to my bedroom.

Setting me on the bed he fixes me with a lustful stare.
He loses the tie first, and then the jacket. I watch
with envy Mulder's fingers as they slowly unbutton his
shirt and then move to the cuffs. He tugs the shirt
tails free of his slacks then tosses the garment aside
with the rest of his wardrobe. My eyes wait eagerly
for more of Mulder to be revealed.

Unhooking his belt, he pulls it from the loops in one
quick move. The sound of the leather cracking through
the air thrills me and I gasp. Mulder's eyes light up
at my reaction. He kicks off his shoes one at a time
but I can't take my eyes off that damn belt he's still
holding in his hand. Why doesn't he put it down? When
he hangs it around the back of his neck like he's
keeping it for some purpose, I start to inch back on
the bed a little further away from him.

He removes his socks, slacks and boxers then stands
before me completely naked save for that strap of
leather around his shoulders. He moves toward me and I
retreat to the very center of the bed.

"Dana, take your clothes off." Mulder commands. He
makes quite an intimidating sight standing there at the
edge of the bed fully aroused and threatening with that
belt... That belt that he just slid off his shoulders
and he's holding at his side as he looks at me now.
"Come on, Dana, don't make me get angry. I want to see
you, all of you. As lovely as that dress is, I'm
willing to bet what's underneath it is a hell of a lot
prettier."

God help me, but he's turning me on. I've never done
anything like this before. It is only because I trust
this man so completely that I'm willing to do it now.

I rise up on my knees in the center of the bed and pull
my dress up and off. Mulder's eyes wander over me,
stopping here and there to study particular parts of my
body that catch his interest.

"Jesus, Scully." He breathes. "Tell me you haven't
been wearing stuff like that to work all these years
under those smart little suits of yours." He doesn't
wait for my reply. Instead he literally crawls over
the bed to me.

I lay back and part my legs for him. I want him inside
me now. I need him to fill me, to complete me, to end
this agony I have endured for so so long..."Mulder,
please. Take me."

"Take you?" He says, straddling me now, his hard steel
at the ready as he hunches over me on all fours. "Take
you how? What's your pleasure, my lady?"

I groan. Enough of this. "Come on, Mulder, just do
it." I reach up and attempt to pull him down on to me
but he refuses to be coerced.

"Lay still." He says in a tone that I cannot disobey.
I try very hard not to move a muscle. It's
excruciating wanting him this bad and having him so
close.

He moves down me kissing here and there, teasing my
nipples with his teeth trough the thin lace of my bra.
Deft fingers work the clasp, freeing my breasts but he
doesn't linger there. Damn him, he doesn't even touch
them. I arch my back, straining to bring my nipples in
contact with his mouth.

He pulls back, shaking his head. "You don't listen
very well, Scully. Lay back. Hold still. Don't make
me say this again." He moves back up and whispers the
last part against my ear. "Don't think I won't use it,
Scully."

Oh God! A current of heat rushes through me. I can't
help the whimper that escapes. He waits until I am
perfectly still.

"That's better." He praises. "Now, if you can manage
to behave yourself for a few minutes..." Smiling, he
returns to his task. A kiss here... a kiss
there...lower and lower until...

"Mulllderr!" His tongue works it's way through the
slit in those naughty little panties finding his target
and sending a jolt of ecstasy through every nerve in my
body. Oh oh oh...yes, please. His left hand gently
caresses my inner thighs, and I am all too aware that
his right fist is still clenched around that leather
threat. It's killing me, but I'm suffering his assault
on my most sensitive area without so much as a squirm.

Within seconds he has me panting and I am struggling so
hard again the natural urge to writhe and buck that
tears are running from the corners of my tightly closed
eyes. Just when I think I can't take anymore, when I
have decided that I would rather risk Mulder's wrath
then bear this sweet torture another moment, I am hit
with the first wave of rapture. I claw at the bed,
wild and unbridled. "God! Mulder...ahhh! Yessss!"

I am lost in it. Tumbling out of control. Pleasure...
so much it's blinding. I recovery slowly and Mulder is
there smiling down at me. "You're beautiful when you
come, Scully."

"Please, Mulder." My voice is weak and breathy. "I
need you inside me."

He nods. And then moves into me. I am so wet that he
slides inside easily despite the fact that it's been
years since I've had a man. "No condom."

He throws me a worried look. "Scully? I'm sorry.. Did
you want me to wear one?"

I hadn't even realized I said it out loud. "No! God,
Mulder, no. This feels incredible. I was just
thinking out loud. Thinking how good it is not to have
anything coming between us. It's the first time I've
ever done it like this."

I can see the relief wash over him. He doesn't say
anything more. He just starts moving slowly inside of
me, stretching me, filling me, claiming me as his own.

We move as one. Gradually increasing both rhythm and
intensity. Mulder moans and whispers my name. "Wrap
your legs around me, baby." He says it in a moment of
passion as he's pounding into me for all he's worth.
But the word echoes over and over in my head. I was so
jealous when he called her 'baby'. I wanted to be the
one Mulder bestowed those intimate titles upon. It's
foolish, but I needed to hear him call ME 'baby'.


To be continued...


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