From: "Leslie Cummings" Date: Tue, 23 Oct 2001 22:43:33 +0000 Subject: IS 5: Brandy Source: direct Title: Inebriation Series 5: Covassier Author: Barenaked Bostonian Rating: NC-17, mild sex, just the way we like it! Disclaimer: Chris Carter writing "Mulder and Scully go out to dinner." In our dreams! Distribution: Surely! Just drop me a line or some shizzle! Feedback: To Scully9485@hotmail.com, but I'd rather you IM me! I'm BNLXPhile12 on aol and Scully9485 on MSN! Category: MSR Summary: The fifth in the series. Mulder and Scully go out to dinner and don't get drunk! Okay, so they're a little tipsy, but he shows her how much she means to him. ***Note!!!*** Once again, to MICHELLE!! For the cuddling and the toast and the eggs and the words and everything. She's wonderful and has wonderful suggestions. Lesley, for says Pop for God knows what reason. Aiah, i would PLEASE like my pigeons, that goes for you too EY. Ah... Sam, who I haven't talked to in awhile, bubt who's kung-fu is the bestest. Lauren, who wanted tobeta for some reason, good luck on the mid-term. Lisa, who's currently asleep in my bed... long story. Amanda, duh! It's all good though, I have no idea where you are I called you at your mom's house but no one picked up! Oh yeah, thanks to Morgan for the dress idea. She had a vision, tee hee. The familiar twang of the even-present hangover. And yes it was present in the brain of Dana Scully. When they had arrived home they had skipped a pre-bed ritual that they had wanted to begin. They were both too riddled with tequila to even sit up straight. Good thing that Byers had decided to offer them a ride home. Well, he had had to do it when Scully wavered at his feet and called him John. Now she was pleasantly curled up in her warm bed, snuggled in next to her partner, watching the beautiful autumn morning... with a hangover. It was the monumental hangovers like those of her college days. It was unpleasant to say the last, but didn't stop her from quietly getting out of bed to brush her teeth. Her mouth tasted of kerosene, and she was about to throw up on account of the taste of her own spit. She did brush her teeth and then washed her face and got some asprin. After swallowing the vile pills she went back to bed, and Mulder wrapped her up in his arms. He kissed the back of her neck. "Mornin." He said rather groggily. "Mornin." She said and grabbed his hand and gave it a kiss. "Let's start the day off right, shall we?" He asked, holding her closer. "Hmm?" She inquired. "I love you." He said and moved around to gain access to her lips. They kissed for awhile before he pulled away and said, "And thank god you brushed." She laughed at him and then punched him in the shoulder. She stopped for a moment and looked into his eyes. He was quite and still and smiled at her. She let a small smile play on her lips. She brushed a hand through his hair. "God I love you Fox Mulder." She whispered to him, as a solitary tear cascaded down her cheek and landed on the pillow. Mulder stiffened a bit. He knew that he would never get used to hearing his Scully tell him that she loved him. It was all very new to him. "What's not to love?" He whispered back. There was a brief moment of silence that hung over the room, until her face cracked and she let out a laugh. "Mulder, don't get me started." "Scully, is this what love is supposed to feel like." She stared at him quizzically for a moment. "What does it feel like, Mulder?" She asked out of curiosity. "Like my heart is going to break when I look at you, like I can't spend another minute without you. Like... Scully, I feel... forever right now." Another tear escaped her cheek. "Yes Mulder..." She shifted over and kissed him lightly on the lips. He held the side of her face a moment and the got up out of the bed. "Gonna make breakfast." "Mulder, you know I trust you, but you never cook. You said yourself you didn't like to." "Exactly, I said I didn't like to, not that I couldn't." He gave her a sly smile and walked out of the room. He was wearing his boxer, and on the way out, she got a suberb view of his ass. He came out from the bathroom a moment later in a pair of jeans slung low on his hips. He had no shirt on, and because of this, Scully was practically drooling. She lay in the bed, surrounded by pillows and Mulder-scent, as she heard clinking and sizzling coming from the kitchen. A moment later she heard a ding that could only be her toaster. "Scully, come eat!" She reluctantly got up out of bed and padded to the kitchen. She sat across from him at the table, and in front of a big plate of scrambled eggs and jam and toast. She smiled at him. "Fit for a queen." He said. "I would have brought it to you in bed but I know how much you hate the crumbs." She smiled at him through a mouth full of eggs. "Mulder, these are possibly the best scrambled eggs I have ever had." He smiled back at her. "Told you I was a good cook." She gave him the eyebrow but continued eating. She took a bite of her toast and didn't notice when she got a bit of the grape jam on her nose. Mulder, noticing this came over to her and licked it clean. She giggled and then he leaned up to nuzzle her neck. "There, all clean." He licked her neck from where he could reach. "Mmm, Scully, you taste *much* better than the eggs." She wiggled underneath him. "Quit it Mulder, lemme finish eating." "You're no fun." He said and pecked her on the cheek. He then went about getting to eat his own breakfast. They sat in silence for awhile, both pouring over their meal. Scully was pushing the remains of breakfast around on her plate when Mulder perked up and asked a question. "Would you like to go out tonight Scully?" She smiled at him and put her fork down on her plate and her hands in her lap. "Like a date Mulder? Are you asking me on a date?" She blushed. "Yeah. I suppose I am." He said smirking. "Well, sir, where to?" "Well, I was thinking of that new place at the end of 53rd, you know? It's been in all the papers?" Mulder asked. "Well, yeah. But you'll have to make reservations." "Indeed, I will do that now if you want to go." His insides were screaming at her..... YES YES!!!!!! "Sure Mulder." She was silent for a moment as he got up and began to clear the table. "Hey Mulder?" "Yeah Scully?" "Thanks for asking." And with that she went back to bed. 6:57 P.M. Scully's Apartment Scully was currently inhabiting the bathroom, preparing herself for dinner. She was applying the last of her eyeliner when Mulder called out to her. "Blue tie or green tie Scully?" "Ummm, what color is the suit?" "It's grey." He yelled in response. "Blue." She yelled back and put her makeup back in it's case. She fixed her dress and walked back out into her bedroom. Mulder was unprepared for the sight with which he was met. Scully walked into the room, seemingly not noticing the priceless look her held on his face. She was wearing a tight black dress. But not too tight. It had spaghetti straps and gave an excellent view of her cleavage. it came to just above her knee and she wore her gold cross with it. She did indeed look stunning and Mulder had to clamp down on the feeling of wanting to pick her up in his arms and throw her on the bed. "So, what do you think?" She asked smoothing her hair in the back. "I think," he said clearing his throat, "That if we don't leave soon, we will be stuck in bed for an interval less than a year but more than a day." He grinned at her and took her hand. He rested his forehead against hers. "Scully...." He trailed off for a minute. "If I could have sold my soul to know that I could love you like this I would have." He kissed her temple and then her lips. "Guess you didn't have to Mulder." She whispered to him and took hold of his hand once more. "Let's go, we don't wanna be late." She stole one last kiss from him and they walked out of the apartment. They drove in silence on the way to the restaurant. Mulder would occasionally glance over and she would catch him and they would smile at each other. He pulled up in front of the restaurant and found that there was an empty space near the curb. He was silently pleased that there was no valet, he hated valet. It made him paranoid. But then again, what didn't.Before they knew it, Mulder was pulling into a parking space near the restaurant. He opened the door for Scully and took her hand in his. She look up at him. "Well, since this is a real date I thought I would go all out" he said with his patented leer. Scully raised an eyebrow, but didn't comment. She just let him hold her hand as the waiter led them to their table. And then a thought did occur to her. The date hadn't even started and it was the best date that she had ever had. So far, anyway. Mulder seated her with all the gallantry he could muster and sat across from her. The waiter came to their table and asked for their drink orders. Mulder purchased a very expensive bottle of wine which Scully did not realize until after she had taken the first sip. They did the normal couple deal. They ordered and made small talk that wasn't so small because they had known each other so long and had so much to talk about. The way she was looking at him at the moment betrayed some of her soul. her eyes were softer and even though she wasn't smiling, her eyes were. He felt so ungrateful and lucky to have this woman in his life in any shape or form. As she finished the rest of her meal and placed her napkin on the table she sighed. He looked slowy up to her and met her eyes. "That was unbelieveable Mulder." She said, a very soft and gentle smile playing on her lips. "I'm glad you enjoyed it." His voice was barely above a whisper as he took her hand across the table and began to stroke the palm. "Scully, it even amazes me how you eat." He said softly and grinned at her. "Well it shouldn't Mulder. We've eaten together too many times at too many hick diners. Thanks for taking me out someplace nice." She said sarcastically, he tiny smile escalating into a grin. Just as Mulder was about to reply, the waited interrupted and asked if they would be having dessert this evening. Mulder replied yes and the waiter went to retrieve the dessert menu. As Scully scanned the menu, Mulder did as well. Scully couldn't decide and said as much. "I can't decide." "Well, I'm having the Black Forest cake." He said, placing his menu down on the table. "Hmmmmm..." She was racking her brain on what to have. Why did she have to make such easy decisions so hard? "I think I'll have..... "Ah, wise choice, but it goes straight to the hips." Scully chuckled as the waiter came back to take their orders. "I'll have the Black Forest cake and she'll have the chocolate cherry cheesecake." Mulder paused and the waiter began to walk away. "And we'll have coffee and bring us a bottle of your covassier, please." The waiter smile and thanked Mulder and walked off to retrieve their orders. "Brandy, Mulder? And that's the strong stuff." "Well Scully, I figure we should indulge ourselves... more than we already have." His voice dropped and octave lower. "Mulder..." She trailed off not knowing where he was going. "Scully, no matter how many times I say it, it will never be enough. I love you." He picked up her hand and kissed it lightly, then cradled it against his cheek. "I love you too." She whispered back and leaned over the table for a quick kiss. This quick kiss lasted a little longer than they had expected and were interrupted by the arrival of their dessert. She smiled at the waiter and he smiled back, his face flushing. He placed their respective plates down and left. He returned moments later with their coffee and brandy. He dove into his cake with such enthusiasm that Scully just had to laugh. She began on her cheesecake and almost passed out. It was heaven! It seduced her senses and she had to close her eyes to keep from moaning. When she opened them, Mulder was holding another forkful up to her mouth. She smiled and took it, savoring the taste. She reached for her coffee, and saw that the cordial that the brandy was in was resting on the rim of her mug, warming. She picked it up and prepared for the burning. It did, as it slid down her throat. She sipped the coffee as well. Just as she had finished her brandy, Mulder was refilling his glass and doing the same to hers. They sat in silence as they finished their meal and their second glass of brandy. When they were done and the check was paid for, Scully was feeling very warm. Not drunk, but tipsy and was leaning into Mulder's side. She was smiling. He looked down and saw how tired she looked and brushed her hair away from her face. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder as they walked to the car. he helped her in and shut the door gently. He drove them back to her apartment, all the while her head titled back and her eyes and thoughts out the window. She looked careless and lovely and was distracting him, second by second. He realized too late that he had passed her building, but she didn't seem to care. She let out a contented little giggle and stared out the window until he got the car parked. He rested his hands on the steering wheel and looked over at her. He didn't want to intrude on her personal space, but he didn't want to be without her for anything more that a second. Nit even a second. he wanted to be fused with her forever, that way he couldn't lose her, not again. He waited for a moment before he decided to speak but was interrupted by her. "Walk me up Mulder, what are you waiting for?" She asked. He looked over at her and chuckled. He took the keys out of the ignition and she reached over, grabbed them and threw them in her purse. He smiled questioningly and she winked. He was out of the car in a flash and soon they were at her apartment door. She turned the key in the lock and he ushered her inside. His hand at the small of his back like it always had been. She put her purse on the table and slipped off her pumps. She walked over to her stereo system and turned it on, pressing a random button as the music spilled from the speakers. "I can see, you were right about this place. I can make a pefect likeness of your body if I trace, I can hold you 'till you turn off the lights And I can see...." She turned slowly and he drew her into his arms. "This is so weird but it feels so right." She chuckled into his chest. "What's so weird?" "That I can't keep my hands off of you, or my eyes for that matter." She said quietly. "That's a good thing." He said as he bent his head down to capture her mouth. Her lips opened up inder his and he took the oppurtunity to slip his tongue inside. She moaned into his mouth as he pulled her gently into him, wrapping her up completely in his arms. They swayed together slowly, their lips still locked together. He didn't notice yet, but she was dancing him towards the bedroom. When they got to the threshold of the room, she pulled away and looked into his eyes. There was a question there, a question waiting to be asked, but she didn't know how to vocalize it. "What?" He whispered, placing his forehead against hers once more. "I want you to love me..." She paused as she felt his hot breath hit her face. "I want you to love me slow." She finally stated, wondering if he understood what she was trying to convey to him. "Scully, I'll do anything you ask me to." He smiled at her, and in a moment the smile turned into a grin when he took her hand and led her to her bed. Although this wasn't the first time they had made love, she was nervous, nervous not about what he would think, but nervous over what he could do to her. She could lose herself in him and not realize it. She didn't want that to happen, but tonight, tonight she was going to allow him to love her completely. He began to unzip her dress as her eyes slid shut. She could feel his fingers playing her like a harp. They brushed the upper swell of her breasts and down her ribcage when he slipped the garment off. He bent down to place a tender kiss in the hollow of her throat and she let out a silent moan. He suckled up her neck until he reached her ear and lavished the shell. He beckoned for her to stand and he removed her stockings. He began to whisper in her ear. "Tell me what you want. Tell me what you need." Her words were spoken in the mere hint of a whisper. "You, only you." And he lowered her onto the bed. He kissed her mouth tenderly, but with passion. He hands splayed across his back and traced the muscles in his shoulders, they tangled in his hair as she returned the kiss whole-heartedly. His hands moved to her shoulders and skimmed the material of her black bra down her body. When it reached her hips, he undid the clasp and discarded it. "I love you." he whispered, just before taking a rosy nipple into his mouth. She gasped when his warm, wet mouth came into contact with her skin. She squirmed underneath him, offering more of herself up to him. He took it willingly, suckling the opther breast. She became breathless and started to release throaty moans. Mulder was far beyond aroused but was recieving pleasure from pleasuring her. She was his everything, his very essence and he drank it up from her skin, storing it in his soul. He could tell that she was wet when he reached his hand down to her panties and felt the dampness radiating from them. She sat up abruptly and lunged at his neck, kissing and licking it until he was at her submission. She began to unbutton his shirt, and once accomplished, set out on his slacks. His clothes came off in a clash of mouth and teeth. Moans and gasps. His hands reached down to her wetness and checked to see if she was ready. She was far beyond ready, she had been ready for seven years. He smiled at her and rolled her gently onto her back. He stared down at her and stroked her face. "Now Mulder." She motioned and in one quick move he was inside of her. He stilled immediately savoring the moment. Then he began to slowly rock back and forth into her. "God, I love you." he gasped out as he thrust into her harder. Her eyes were closed and she lifted her legs up to wrap around his torso. "Feels so good Mulder. Slow and easy..." He smiled as he continued to drive into her with slow, steady force. She was moaning his name, on a whisper. It flowed into his ear and down into his heart. Suddenly, he was hit with a wave of sorrow, and tears came to his eyes. He was meant to worship this woman, he realized. He was put on this earth for that one purpose. his thoughts were interrupted when Scully opened her eyes and spoke to him. As if reading her mind she said: "Mulder, don't worship me, be with me. love me." Then she closed her eyes and threw her head back onto the pillow. His thrusts increased in pace, but weren't too fast for her. *This was worth all the pain and suffering. This was all worth it. We're together now and that's all that matters.* He thought as he felt his approaching orgams. He leaned down an layed his head on her shoulder. She was gasping for breath and trying unsuccessfully to ward off the impending bliss that was to come. She could hold back no longer and as they fell over the edge together tey each called out mantras of "I love you" into the night. They fell sweaty and exhausted into each other. Mulder's arms around Scully when he leaned down to retrieve the comforter from the end of the bed. Once settled, he spooned in behind her and genlty began kissing the nape of her neck. She was thinking, he could tell. "What?" He asked her between kisses. "I just thought of a line from a poem, this reminded me of it. Of the quest. I don't know why." "What is it?" He stilled and listened to her even breathing, felt her breasts rise with each inhale she took. "That the quest is ours, and even though together, it will never end. For either of us. That our goal is a promise, a promise to us as well as to those we have lost. That we have our own little seclusion, here," She motioned around the room with her hands, "that we can escape to, but at some point we have to move on, have to continue the quest." He nodded and stroked her hair. "What's the poem?" He yawned and got comfortable behind her. They both stared out the window at the moon. She began: "The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep. And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep." *****_X_***** END!!! ~I'd like to thank all the little people...:::sniffle::: Really to all of those who helped, I am in debt to you forver. This didn't come out the way I planned but, oh well. FINALLY GUYS! I KNOW! I finally got it out. I don't know if I'll continue the series. IT ALL DEPENDS ON HOW MUCH FEEDBACK I RECIEVE! :-) Peace out! ~Leslie