From: "Leslie Cummings" Date: Tue, 09 Oct 2001 23:18:47 +0000 Subject: IS 2: Merlot Source: direct Inebriation Series 2: Merlot Author: Barenaked Bostonian Spoilers: A tinsie one for Small Potatoes Rating: R, bad words and alcohol Feedback: A free drink on the house if you do! Scully9485@hotmail.com, call it my birthday present! Category: MSR, Angst Summary: Mulder and Scully discuss the happenings of Inebriation Series: Beer, drink wine and eat salad and chicken. Disclaimer: My killer kung fu can kick CC's "I think I'll dodge every question they ask in this stupid TV guide chat" ass. Tcha! Thanks: As always to Lesley. And to Michelle. You really don't know how much you helped on this fic, if not for you it wouldn't be made! And I put the damn salad in, you happy now? Ashley knows what's coming... XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX Oh, it had begun with a kiss. A hot, passionate, loving, all encompassing kiss. And now it was so much more. Scully was surprised at how happy she felt, she felt that glow that you normally feel after really good sex, although she hadn't had sex with the man yet. But somehow she knew that, A: That glow would not be enough to express how good the sex was and B: It wouldn't be sex at all. She knew that when her and Mulder finally... did it, for lack of a better term... that it would be spiritual. More than spiritual. And know she berated herself for getting so mushy. And speaking from a totally animalistic and carnal sense, she knew it would blow her mind. She knew the man had talents, as did anyone, but his lips... oh, she could dream about them for hours. Of what they felt like and what they could do to her. Now that her fantasies were about to leap off the journal page and kick her in the ass, she was beyond excited. But she knew another thing about Mulder. He wouldn't let it happen until everything was perfect, which meant tonight, after a grueling case, was not the night. She was however, looking forward to spending the evening with him. He was coming over around sevenish, he had said, and Scully was going to cook dinner. Then they were going to watch some sort of horror flick on TV with Mulder's intention of, "If you get scared, I can put my arm around you." She had laughed and they had made arrangements for that night. He had also been secretly excited to be invited over to Scully's on more-than-friends, but-less-than-lovers terms. He fidgeted all day, making far too many mistakes on the case report that was to be filed on the latest grueling shit detail. No more *real* X-Files had been sent their way in, oh, about two months. He was royally pissed. Both agents kept stealing glances at each other, once in awhile catching the other on the act. Both knew that doing anything remotely intimate in the office would be plain stupid, that there had been bugs before, and there probably would still be now. But a few harmless glances couldn't hurt... But other than the glances, they didn't seem at all out of place or nervous around each other. Just excitable and noticeably happier. But Scully wasn't just glancing, she was trying to convince herself not to undress him with her eyes. She felt like a man, and she couldn't wait to get him into bed. But she would, because she also wanted it to be at the right time, the right place and for the right reasons. She wanted it to be about love, not solely for the fact that they were both horny as hell, and they were right now. By five o'clock, Mulder was so wound, he was about to burst. He looked at the clock, and as usual, he commented on the time and how they could leave. She took him up on it, and they rode up on the elevator together. As they stepped out, he led her, like he always had. His hand on the small of her back. And it felt no different now. When they walked down to the garage together, there was something different. They had parked next to each other in their FBI Reserved spots. But when she had bent down to get into her car and shut the door, he grabbed it before she had the chance. He leaned down and kissed her softly on the lips. He knew that he was literally taking his life in his hands, kissing Scully at work, but she seemed to raise no objections. When they parted, she didn't even speak. She just looked up at him with an inquisitive question in her eyes and a smile on her lips. He gave her a sly but boyish smile back and gently shut the door. She waited until he got into his own car, and he turned to her... With the most childish face in the world. She laughed and turned on her car. He pulled out, and she followed, each driving their respective ways home. When she did get home, the first thing that she did, was to slip out of her shoes. She then proceeded to check the messages, the mail and take a quick shower. She could care less how Mulder viewed her, because they both knew it didn't matter. But she felt like a shower, so she took one. When she was through, she took her tousled hair out of the turban like towel wrap and set to fixing the table. She then took out the chicken marsala she had prepared the night before, she popped it in the oven. She only took a little while picking out something to wear. Once again figuring that it was Mulder, and he didn't really need to be impressed. None the less, she pulled out a slightly too tight deep blue ribbed sweater and a pair of black slacks. The comfortable ones that she loved to wear. She smoothed some anti-frizz cream into her hair and pulled out the hair dryer. She grabbed her circular brush off of the dresser and dried her hair so it framed her face, just like it usually did. And now she realized it. This was just like any other day, and unlike some other dinner engagements she had had in the past, this one didn't make her feel awkward and nervous. She was looking forward to seeing Mulder tonight. After their 'thing' at the bar, she was looking forward to a quiet evening in which they could talk. And another thing, she had never known a man who had *wanted* to wait to have sex. Or even to talk for that matter. She checked on dinner and then absently flicked on her CD player. Verdi came up, and she had forgotten that she had loaded it. She listened to it, curled up on the couch and accidentally drifted off to sleep. After three total weeks of paperwork, which left them at the office, usually, until almost after nine, she was dead tired. She woke to find Mulder in her kitchen, checking on the chicken and his jacket beside her on the couch. She sat up, stretched and yawned, and then spoke. "Sorry about that Mulder I just-" "S'okay Scully, I know how beat you must be after all of the shit that's been going on around the office. Besides, you look really relaxed when you sleep." He smiled at her and came to sit on the couch next to her, he stroked her hair away from her face. She smiled back, and rested her cheek in his palm. "I started a fire, is that okay?" "Sure, it just screams tacky though, don't you think? Dinner, wine, a fire?" She chuckled, as did he. "Who said I brought wine?" He asked slyly. "Mulder, I can see it on the counter." She pointed. "Ah yes, I intended to ply you with wine, but now that you know my dirty secret, I will just have to rely on my natural charm." "Oh no, please, anything but that!" She smirked and leaned into his side. He cuddled up with her and he was reminded of how much he missed being like this with someone. Much more than sex, but it was much more with Scully, every sensation was magnified times ten. "When will dinner be ready?" He asked softly, breaking the silence. "In about.... what time is it?" She didn't bother pulling her face out of his warm chest. "Seven... sixteen." "Oh, in about another five minutes. You wanna do me a favor?" "Sure." He replied, reluctant to leave her side. "Get the salad out of the fridge? Thanks." She felt so relaxed, that she didn't want to move. He made her feel comfortable, like she didn't have to expect anything, that things would happen as they were meant to happen. He returned from the kitchen a few minutes later and placed the salad bowl on the coffee table in front of her. She looked at him curiously. "You look too comfortable to move, so don't" She smiled and leaned back on the couch, watching the flames play and dance in the seldom-used fireplace. He came back with the two plates, placed them on the table and went back into the kitchen. She could hear the clinking from her glasses and she answered before he could even ask her. "Third from the left, top shelf." He chuckled and called back, "Now about those china patterns..." She felt light, like a weight had been lifted off her, but now, with her meal sitting in front of her, she felt suddenly famished. He returned, for the final time, with the silverware, wine glasses, wine and salad dressing all balanced in his arms. He sat next to her on the couch and placed all of the items on the table. "Mulder, you forgot the bowls." "I don't have any germies Scully, we can eat from the big bowl, you trust me?" "Of course." She said, taking the rather large bowl and smothering the vegetables with Italian dressing. He got the cork out of the wine bottle and poured two glasses, and he let them air. Scully took the bottle from his hand. "Vernaccia Di San Gimignano Poggioaicelli." She pronounced rather raggedly. "Mulder!" She exclaimed, "This wine costs over one hundred and fifty dollars!" "Eh, I just had it lying around." He said, smiled and began to eat. Scully did the same and took a sip of the wine. Wow! She had had wine before, and far more expensive ones, but Mulder made a good guess and picked on that went perfect with the meal. "Good?" She asked him. "Great!" he replied, forking some salad and eating it. He got another forkful and fed it to Scully. They ate their meal with normal talk. Small talk that blind dates would normally have at dinner. Save for the "What do you do?" Etcetera. After dinner, and about three glasses of wine apiece, they sat on the couch with yet another glass. For someone who had nearly drank her partner under the table, she was sure woozy from the wine. But maybe it was just Mulder this time. Mulder put his glass down and wrapped her up in his arms. It was a cool, late October night, and three of the windows in the kitchen were slightly open. It was chilly, although the fire was going. He pulled her down onto the floor with him and grabbed the afghan from the back of the sofa. He wrapped them up in it. They sat for a while like that, until they both decided it was time to work some things out. "I never thought I'd be like this Scully. It feels almost, well, normal." "Hmm, I know what you mean." "And I think that, I think that this is... forever for me." "Really?" "Really." "All you want is this?" She asked, somewhat surprised. "All I need is you." "God, I think I'm becoming a sucker for sap." "You better, you're going to be hearing a lot of it." He chuckled and bent down to kiss her neck. "I hope you know Mulder, it won't always be like this. I have a bit of a wild streak and now that I have an outlet-" "Got it covered." He said as he brushed the hair away from the back of her neck and worshiped her there. "Stay with me tonight." She said impulsively. "I just want to feel you close." "I think I can handle that." He said and rearranged himself so that he could kiss her properly. "Is this the only way you score Mulder? Getting girls expensive wine?" "I don't have to do anything to score with you." "Sap, no!" They both laughed. An hour later, they were still in front of the fire, drinking wine. ~END~ Seriously, guys, there are two more to come, so keep your eyes open! ~Leslie