TITLE: FIRST NIGHT AUTHOR: KELLI ROCHEROLLE E-MAIL: kelli@edgenet.net RATING: NC-17 Pure, unadulterated mind candy. This is a story about SEX, so proceed at your own risk, you were warned. Please direct any comments to Kelli at XMSU55A@prodigy.com or Kelli176@delphi.com. Thanks, enjoy! *The following story is based on characters copyrighted by Ten *Thirteen Productions, created by The Man, Chris Carter, and who *are the property of the Fox network and are used without *permission. No infringement intended. *********************************** I know you want what's on my mind I know you like what's on my mind I know it eats you up inside I know, you know, you know Here I come I come I come... xxxxxxxxxxxxx "So what're you doing for New Year's, Scully?" She peeked her head up from behind the desk where she'd just bent to retrieve her pen. "What?" "I said what're you doing for New Year's?" "Nothing." "Nothing?" Uh-oh, she felt a pity invitation coming on. "Well no, I did have plans, but they got canceled last minute. So I'm just going to relax at home. It's no big deal." "Well that's great." She raised her eyebrows at him. "Excuse me?" Better make this good, he didn't want her to think he was inviting her because he felt sorry for her. "No, I mean, I have this party I got talked into going to and I really didn't want to go alone, I was going to ask you if you'd do me a favor and come with me." Oh God: the pity invitation. "Mulder you don't have to--" "Really, I ran into someone I knew from the academy, this real playboy type. Never really cared for the guy but, you know, it was one of those things where somehow I got roped into going. I'm sure it'll be a lot of the same types, and I'm not gonna know anyone..." She eyed him suspiciously. He offered his most innocent expression. The corner of her mouth turned up slightly, she kept her eyes on the file in front of her. "What time should I be ready?" He grinned at her profile. *********************************** Unbelievable. Unbelievable that something that started out so innocent could turn into this. He'd just wanted to do something nice and take his partner out on New Year's so she wouldn't have to sit at home alone and now look what that had gotten him into. He sat there watching the woman across the dimly lit room from him, that sexy little red head who'd turned every head in the room as she made her way to the buffet table. Funny thing was, she didn't seem to even notice. Scully wasn't the usual stop-a-man-dead-in-his-tracks type of woman, she had a subtle, classical beauty that slowly revealed itself; Mulder thought she was more beautiful every time he saw her. But tonight, in the simple elegant black dress, her hair loose and tousled around her face, she was a definite head-turner. The dress was velvet and plain, to Mulder it looked like an oversized tank-style shirt that fell to her knees... actually, to several inches above her knee. And the fit was extremely flattering. Mulder smiled as he watched her pick up a quiche-looking thing, sniff it and place it back on the tray. She moved a little further down the table, just about reaching the deviled eggs when their host approached her, trying to strike up conversation. It looked like he was using up some of his best come- ons, but she dismissed him with a smile and an excuse, continuing her way down the line. Mulder's smile widened: too bad, pal, crash and burn. She turned and started walking back towards him. He turned his stool to better face her as she stood at the bar, eyeing the heap of food she'd piled on the small paper plate. "Think you got enough food?" She eyed him sideways. "I think there's still some left." He couldn't keep his eyes off of her; she noticed him staring and turned her face to meet his gaze. She slid the plate in his direction. "Did you want some?" He held her gaze, slowly shaking his head in response. They stared at each other. She pulled her eyes from his and picked at her plate. Though he was still only nursing his first beer, Mulder was starting to feel drunk; he wanted to touch her so badly it was making his head spin. And thoughts he'd spent almost three years pushing down were slowly surfacing through his resolve. She pulled herself up onto the barstool and crossed her legs as she lay a cocktail napkin across her lap. Mulder watched her. God could that dress be any shorter? She was torturing him. He rubbed his jaw. The music stopped abruptly and someone called out: "OK this is it, this is it!" The big screen TV in the center of the room was unmuted and all eyes focused on the ball about to drop in Times Square... except Mulder's; he was watching Scully watch the TV. Her face held a child-like excitement, and he was glad she'd decided to come here with him rather than sit at home alone. She looked over at him briefly and smiled. "Say good-bye to 1995, Mulder..." He followed her gaze back to the televised ceremony. One of the catering staff passed by them with a tray of champagne glasses. Mulder took two off its surface and handed one to his partner. Her blue eyes were deep and dark like sapphires and seemed to smolder back at him. Or was that his imagination? The party was now joining the rest of the East Coast in their countdown "Five... four... three... two... one! Happy New Year!" In the ensuing melee of cheers and popping of noise-makers, he clinked his glass against hers and they each took a sip of the dry, bubbly liquid. The air between them seemed strangely quiet in spite of the chatter of exchanges of kisses and best wishes for the New Year around them. Mulder knew he was starting to make her uncomfortable with the way he kept staring at her, but he just couldn't help it. He wondered if she had any idea how badly he had it for her. But then how could she? He had only admitted it to himself just hours ago. She placed a hand on the bar and started to swivel herself back towards her plate of food when an overwhelming urge came over him. She looked at him in surprise as he took hold of her stool and slid her closer. "Happy New Year, Scully." He leaned in, bringing his lips to hers. She closed her eyes at his feather-light touch. He pulled back slightly, then kissed her again, for just a second, though the heat of the desire behind it, the force of what he was holding back, swept over her like a warm breeze and sent her insides into melt-down. They lingered mere inches away, their eyes half-closed as they stared at each other's mouths, fighting the temptation for just one more kiss... They leaned closer, closer- Scully was spun around in her stool as the guy sitting next to her took hold of her seat and, turning her towards him, planted a quick kiss on her cheek. Mulder was left hanging there in the air; he dropped his head in frustration and ran a hand through his hair. Scully turned herself back to face the bar. She hesitated for a moment, reluctant to make eye contact with him. When she did, she made it brief, then avoided his gaze. "Um... I have to use the bathroom..." He placed a hand on her arm to steady her as she slid off the stool. "It's upstairs, just past the second bedroom." "OK, thanks," she said as she breezed away, grateful for a quick escape. In the bathroom she splashed some cool water on her face and neck and dried herself with a towel. This was a bad idea. She never should've come with Mulder to this thing. They'd never been out socially like this before. Sure, they'd been to a few games together, but this was different, and things were heading in a direction that was completely unexpected. They were drawn to each other, no doubt about that, but she was happy with the way things were between them... or was she? They'd never come closer to crossing that line then they had tonight. And she had to face it, she'd enjoyed every second of his kisses, and she hadn't wanted him to stop. The thought of seeing him again terrified her; she didn't trust herself to be able to resist him if he decided to... pursue things. But was that such a bad idea? She eyed herself admonishingly in the mirror and turned towards the door. As she was heading down the dark hallway, adjusting a loose earring as she went, she felt a hand close gently around her arm. She gasped in surprise as she was pulled into one of the guest bedrooms. It was difficult to see as her eyes were still adjusting from the bright light of the bathroom to the dark, but she recognized that musky mixed scent of skin and deodorant and cologne immediately: it was Mulder. He pulled her into the room and closed the door. "What are you doing?" "I want to talk to you." His face slowly started to come into sight as her eyes adjusted to the darkness, and then she could see in his eyes that talking was the farthest thing from his mind. She swallowed. "About what?" she asked as casually as she could manage. "I think you know." She stared at him. All right, no need to play games, they both knew what this was about. She started, her voice fragile and hushed. "I don't think it's such a good idea, Mulder." He continued to look at her, saying nothing. She cleared her throat. "What do you think?" "I think..." he brought a hand up to her face, gently running a finger along her jawline, "...that there is no one I'd rather spend the first night of any year with." He leaned in close, pinning her with his gaze. Letting the hand at her jaw drop slowly down her neck, her midsection, he drew it around her waist and pulled her gently to him. Her mouth was slightly open as she watched him, her own desire rendering her powerless to offer any resistance. He tilted her face up to his with his free hand and kissed the corner of her mouth lightly, then the center of her upper lip. As he did so, the slightest, high- pitched noise escaped her throat. He pulled her tighter against him as his lips closed over hers completely. The last shreds of better judgment fell away and she brought her arms around him and returned his kiss. Their hands moved over each other's bodies with increasing hunger. The fabric of her dress was fluid over her skin as he moved his hands over her and teased him with thoughts of slipping it off. Every fantasy they'd ever had about this was crashing down around them and drowning out the voice of reason, and soon they had worked themselves into a frenzy. So there they were, with three years of built up passion threatening to explode between them, and they accepted the inevitable: they were going to do this. No turning back, no regrets. Their friendship ran true and deep, and they had faith in it, faith that it would endure past this; that their love would be no different. Setting the door's lock, Mulder turned her towards one of the twin beds in the room and fell with her onto it. He slipped his hands under her dress, slowly inching it up as he made his way to her. She caught her breath as he pushed through her, relishing the feel of the other, this intimate closeness for the first time. He could feel her body responding to every touch, to every move he made. His breathing was ragged at her ear. "Does that feel good, Dana?" The saliva pooled at the back of her mouth and ran down her throat, rendering her mute; she nodded against his temple in response. He continued enticing her with his whispers. "Does it?" "Yes..." she managed this time. He moved against her with mounting intensity; he felt so good and it had been so, so long that very soon she felt the building sensation in her center rise to breaking point. His breath was at her ear. "God you're so soft..." "Mulder--" Her voice broke as her body tensed against his in tremendous force of release. His body erupted in an explosion of pleasure along with her; everything around him seemed to fade away and all he could think about was this beautiful experience he'd just shared with the woman he'd spent the better part of three years falling in love with. He nuzzled into her neck. They were silent as they lay there, not quite sure what to say. Finally, Scully ran a palm lightly over his cheek. "We better get up." "Yeah." He pulled from her, his shirt sticky with sweat, her once smooth velvet dress now creased and wrinkled. She attempted to smooth it out, then ran a hand through her disheveled hair. She caught Mulder's eye as she did, and he was smiling. She eyed him uncertainly. "What?" "Nothing." Still smiling, he reached for her and rolled onto his back, pulling her on top of him. She smiled shyly back at him, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "What do you want?" "*You*... again, and again, and again..." he tugged playfully at hem of her dress. "...and I want to be able to take this *off*." He gave her a quick, firm kiss. "Come home with me." "I have a better idea, you come home with me; my nice big bed beats out your futon," she teased, resting her head against his chest as he stroked her hair. He buried his face in the soft mane and inhaled deeply. "Mmm you smell so good." He closed his eyes and kept his lips at her ear as he continued, because it was so hard for him to say how he felt. His voice was a whisper. "Do you have any idea how crazy in love with you I am?" She lifted her head to look at him, and the feeling and devotion she saw in his eyes was reflected back at him. She leaned down and kissed him delicately. He rested a hand on her cheek as she kissed him again, once more enjoying the taste of each other's mouths as their tongues touched lightly. She paused to look at him. "I love you, too." He smiled sweetly at her as he smoothed a few stray strands of hair back off her face. "Come on, let's go." He sat up on the bed and helped her up. They retrieved their coats from the other bedroom and slipped unseen away from the party and out into the night. And that was the first of a lifetime of New Year's they spent together, some more memorable that others, but none more memorable, more special as that night... their first night. The End. ************************ Lyrics copyright Stone Temple Pilots "Sex Type Thing" 1992.