TITLE:   A NIGHT AT THE OPERA
AUTHOR:  ELAINE SMITH
E-MAIL:  elaine.smith@ukonline.co.uk
RATING:  NC-17
This is my first attempt at a story. I haven't written anything since
my essays for nurse training ** years ago so please excuse the rotten
grammar, style ,etc. I felt I had to try something as I enjoy this
newsgroup so much, but have been lost for ideas until I read an
article berating the fact that M & S sex scenes all too often took
place in bed. Hope you find this a little different.

Disclaimer: Mulder & Scully belong to Chris Carter. I'm just
borrowing them. (hope he doesn't mind as I didn't ask him). Thanks to
Queen for the title.

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Scully rushed up the steps of the Opera House, her lips pursed into a
fine line. She stopped at the door and stood looking back at Mulder,
her hands on her hips.
"If we miss the opening scene, I will be MAD" she said through
clenched teeth..
Mulder sauntered up to her and grinned. "Relax, will you. We've still
got a few minutes"
He pushed open the door and motioned her inside. It wasn't his fault
that Skinner had chosen the very minute he was leaving his apartment
to call him about the latest file they were working on. He really
couldn't really help getting into that argument. And he just couldn't
avoid going back through his paperwork to prove his point to his
superior. It was just unfortunate that he had agreed to pick up Scully
on the dot of 7:30pm. It would have given them plenty of time to make
the opening curtain of the opera. He had only just made it past 8
o'clock. Scully was not amused.
Not that he minded missing any of the show. . He was just going
because Scully had asked him to go with her. She had been given a pair
of tickets and was looking forward to settling down in her seat and
absorbing the atmosphere of live entertainment. He knew she used to
be a keen opera-buff when she was at college. This was the first time
she had been able to find the time to indulge her passion.
The usherette showed them to their seats just as the lights dimmed.
"Ummm, the back row, Scully, wanna make out?" he whispered in her ear.
"Shut Up, Mulder!" she hissed.
They had to push past several people before they could get to their
places but finally settled down as the orchestra crashed into the
opening bars of the music, and the curtain began to go up.

The Interval had come and gone. Mulder had battled his way to the bar
to get their drinks and they had barely had time to finish them before
the bell went for the second half. Scully had been in raptures about
the performance so far. Mulder wished he felt the same. To be honest,
he was bored to tears. He didn't really like opera but he wanted to be
with Scully. He could have kicked himself for being late. Now she
would probably not agree to going for a bite to eat afterwards. He
turned to look at her and sighed.
He thought that she looked particularly stunning tonight in a loose
fitting shift dress that flowed about her body as she moved, yet
flattered her curves at the same time.
Her eyes were fixed on the scene unfolding on stage. Her mouth moved
in silent song from time to time as she sang along with familiar
passages of music. He wached her lips glistening in the glow from the
stage lighting. How he longed to touch them with his own. His gaze
slid down her body, taking in the swell of her breasts and the smooth
lines of her abdomen. He could not help reaching out and touching the
downy skin of her arm. She shivered and turning her head towards him.
gave him a smile that sent tingles down his spine. It excited him more
than he realised and he felt the blood surge into his groin. He
pulled his coat over his lap, positive that everyone in the place
could see his dilemma. But no-one was diverted from their
contemplation of the stage.
Mulder turned back to Scully. What was happening to him tonight? She
smiled at him often enough but it didn't usually have this effect on
him. What was it that made this smile so different? Whatever it was,
he made a mental note that tonight he would do something about it. All
the feelings he had for Scully had been bottled up for too long. They
needed to be released. And he couldn't wait for the end of the opera
to do it.
In true "Blach Adder" style, he hatched a 'cunning plan'. But how
would Scully react? He was pretty sures she felt something for him,
but this was pretty far out. He decided to go for it. Anyway, it might
lead to better things!
Her coat was folded by the arm of her seat. Very carefully, he gave it
a nudge so that it fell to the floor. "I'll get it " he whispered and
reached down, but laid it back over Scully's lap. She didn't seem to
mind.
After a minute, he slowly pushed the seat arm up so that he could
snuggle closer to his partner. Then he slid his hand under her coat
and found her thigh.
"What are you doing ,Mulder?" she whispered out of the corner of her
mouth.
"Nothing. Just watch the show and enjoy" he murmured in her ear,
inhaling her scent and brushing the hairs at the nape of her neck with
his lips. She looked at him quizzically but just shrugged her
shoulders and went back to the music. She didn't always understand
what was going on in Mulder's mind. She did know that he didn't really
like opera but was grateful he had come along. She hated going to
these places on her own. People tended to stare. Besides, it felt good
to have him beside her without the pressures of work, and she snuggled
closer to him.
Mulder began to stroke his hand up and down her thigh. She began to
make a protest but it caught in her throat as she saw the gleam in
his eye and a smile broke on her face as she realised what he might be
up to. She knew she should stop him, but....what the hell! She spent
enough of her waking hours, and most of her sleeping ones, dreaming of
his hands touching her. She just never envisaged it would be in
public.
His fingers groped for the hem of her dress and then slid up the
inside of her leg. Mulder's heart skipped a beat as he found bare
flesh. Scully was wearing hold-ups! He felt her part her thighs
slightly as he gently stroked the silky material of her panties.
Scully swallowed as she felt her body react to his touch. She spread
the coat further over her knees and quickly glanced around her at her
fellow opera-goers. Their attention was still riveted on tthe stage.
The man next to her was gently swaying to the music as it reached a
particular intense passage.
Scully was no longer listening. Mulders fingers were tracing little
circles at the top of her thighs and she was lost in a myriad of
sensations.She opened her legs wider, pushing her hips forward in the
seat.
Muldr grinned to himself and searched for the lacy edge of underwear
at the top of her leg. With one smooth movement his hand was inside,
his fingers tangling in the soft pubic curls.
Scully sucked in her breath. She didn't know if she could stand this
much longer, but she didn't want him to stop. Somehow it seemed that
more intense, knowing that someone could turn and see her squirming on
her seat. But the opera was coming to it's climax. Scully wondered if
she would get there first!
Mulder stroked a finger along the moist lips between her legs. His
cock was now rock hard and he didn't know how he was going to get out
of his seat without embarassing himself. Even in the dim light, he
could see Scully's nipples standing hard against the thin weave of her
bodice. He licked his lips, imagining the taste of them in his mouth.
Then his fingers found her clitoris, and he felt her shudder as he
began to tease and fondle her towards climax.
Scully was very aware that she could not react. It was difficult.
Mulder's fingers were setting her on fire. Every so often, she felt
him introduce a finger into her cunt and the feelings of pleasure
build with each push of his digit. She wished they were someplace else
where she could rip his clothes off and pull his stiff member inside
her. But she didn't want him to stop now.
The muscles in her abdomen spasmed as she fought against crying out in
her rapture. She was sure that if anyone saw her face, thay would
realise what was going on and tried to hold on to a deadpan
expression, but Mulder's fingers were dancing on her clit, the
pleasure was exploding in the very soul of her and she came with one
thrust of her hips, squeezing her eyes shut, and biting back the
scream of exstacy that she mentally made. She slumped forward in her
seat and sighed as Mulder carefully removed his hand.
She looked at him through misty eyes as he grinned lustfully at her
and erotically licked the tip of his finger, still wet with her
juices. He leaned closer to whisper in her ear. "If I don't get you
out of here to somewhere more comfortable, I am going to do something
that will get us both arrested!"
It was not easy but they made it out past the same people they had
disturbed on the way in, this time to tuts and moans as the opera had
not quite made it before Scully. Mulder had great difficulty moving
sideways down the row, his coat still held in front of him to disguise
the bulge in his pants.
Once out into the cool night air , he pulled Scully to him and kissed
her deeply, encouraged that she returned the kiss with as much
passion. She smiled mischeiviously.
"Don't think you'll get away with that, Mulder. I'll get my revenge"
"I don't know what you mean, Scully" he said innocently, but the
twinkle in his eyes betrayed him.
She laughrd out loud. "Come on, my place is nearer. I think you have
something that needs a Doctor's attention!"
"I hope you have the healing touch then, Scully"
"Oh, I do. I really do!"
Arm in arm, they hurried back to the car, a different kind of
entertainment on their mind.


End.

I have a sequel in mind (well Scully has to have her revenge!) but
would be grateful for constructive criticism, advice, flames or
anything. Thanks for reading.

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