From: Para8Dice@aol.com Date: Fri, 28 Jan 2000 16:15:41 EST Subject: Cher Source: direct Disclaimer: I don't own Mulder or Scully, or the others. Title: Cher Rating: NC-17 for sex Spoilers: Post Modern Prometheus Summary: Post Post Modern Prometheus. Mulder and Scully go back to the hotel after Cher, talk, and then do what we've all been waiting for. E-mail: YES! PLEASE! Para8Dice@AOL.Com Author: Paradise Comment: I listened to Cher while writing this. I'm a huge fan and went to her concert in 1999! Cher, you rock! You're the best! Written: December, 1999 _______________________________________________________ Cher's Concert Mulder stood sideways towards Scully, holding a hand out to her. For once, she took his hand and decided to play his game of flirting shamelessly. He pulled her up and she smiled slightly. Mulder smiled back and moved with her to Cher's, Walking In Memphis. He leaned in almost to kiss her, but she turned her head towards Cher. They both smiled at Cher. The music stopped... _______________________________________________________ Hotel Two Hours Later 12:42 AM Scully walked with Mulder back to her hotel room. She was exhausted but Cher gave the best concert. Mulder walked her up to her room, secretly hoping he could come in and chat. "Come on in Mulder," she said as if reading his mind. "Did you like the concert?" "I loved it. No one can do it like her." Scully went in and opened the little fridge and brought out a package of little donuts. Powdered Sugar ones. She sat down on her bed, since it was the only furniture in the room, and Mulder sat on the floor beside her. "When I was young, Melissa and I used to watch Sonny and Cher. It would always make me laugh. Cher was so great. Melissa watched for the costumes and would insist that our grandmother would design her favorite ones that Cher wore. "Melissa would wear whatever costume Granny had just recently made, and go house to house as Cher for Halloween. Melissa told me I should be Sonny since I was short." Mulder chuckled a little. "What a donut Mulder?" "Sure." He took a donut and ate the whole thing at once, where as Scully took it like a lady, piece by piece. She dropped the last bite and it fell to the floor. Before she tried to pick it up, Mulder wiped the sugar off of her lip. "Thank you," she said softly. "Mulder, how old were you when your parents got divorced?" "Thirteen." "Was it hard?" "It was much harder to live with my mother for the next five years knowing that she hated him and that he was involved in Samantha's disappearance." "So, the divorce didn't hurt?" "So many other things had happened that, it wasn't the main thing. I mean, if your father had left your mother but they'd both wanted the divorce, and Charles died, wouldn't you be a little more concerned with the death?" "Well, I guess." "Why do you ask?" "Because these days, everyone's divorced. I had the story book family. We had the eternally in-love parents, the so called "good daughter and son" and the so called "bad daughter and son"." "Who was the bad son?" "Charles. He was a lot like Melissa, I guess. He was mom's favorite. Melissa and Charles were mom's favorites, and I was dad's favorite." "Who's favorite was Bill?" "Well, he was closer to my mother, which is surprising because he has my father's career, but my father didn't like his attitude towards life." "I can see that." "Melissa was awful to him. They used to do things to each other that I didn't tell anyone. It's too embarrassing that they're members of my family!" "Like what?" "Oh God, Mulder, I don't even know if I could tell you!" "You can tell me anything. It's not like you're telling me a story about yourself." "Good point. All right." Scully coughed as if she were getting ready for a speech. "One night, Melissa I guess was really in the mood for sex, so she broke in to Bill's college room, he was out or something, and had sex with someone while his room mate was lying next to them. She came home and told me, and apparently Bill's roommate told Bill. Bill was pretty angry, and I couldn't believe what he did to her though..." Scully drifted off into her memory, telling Mulder bit by bit... _______________________________________________________ Bill and Margaret Scully's House April 2nd, 1980 Dana sat in the couch, studying for a Physics test. She munched on a carrot stick and her long hair was spread along her shoulders. Suddenly, Bill Jr. burst through the door. "Where's Melissa?" "Welcome home. I don't know where she is. Why?" "I know she told you. She slept with some random guy in my dorm room two nights ago, and my room mate told me. Where is she?" Dana tried not to laugh. Melissa and Bill would be arguing about this for the next three years. Melissa came out, of course on the phone. She saw Bill and didn't even have a dash of guilt. "Melissa," Dana said. "You and Bill have to go fight somewhere else, okay?" "Fight about what," she said sweetly. "My sister had sex in my dorm room! That's what we're going to fight about!" "Bill, I'm sorry, but mom and dad were home." "So you decided to be a whore in my room?" "Hey, let me ask you this Bill. Why is it okay for a guy to wanna have sex, for a guy to wanna get laid, but not a girl?" "Let's not go into your feminist defensive comments! Tell me why you couldn't keep your legs together!" Dana was now getting annoyed, but they kept going, they kept fighting. "My legs together Bill? Shut up! You're a such a sexist ass-hole and you don't know anything! Excuse me for thinking I could count on my big brother." "To fuck someone in my room because you couldn't find any other place?" "Goddammit Bill-" "LOOK! The two of you, get the hell out of this room so I can study. I can't believe it. You're both older than me, and you both act two. Now, LEAVE!" Bill looked at Dana strangely, and Melissa wasn't too pissed off at Bill, for she thought this whole thing was rather amusing. She tried not to smile, and Bill came towards her. He was even smiling a little. "Bill, what are you doing," Melissa laughed. Bill grabbed her waist and her arm, ducked his head under her shoulder, and lifted her up and she fought furiously, laughing. "Bill, you fucking shit head, put me down!" "I'm going to teach you a lesson you'll never forget!" Dana rolled her eyes and smiled. Bill carried Melissa like a sack of potatoes out the door. She could hear Melissa screaming for a few seconds, but her cries for help faded and Dana was left in piece for a few moments... XxX Dana was startled by the opening of the door. "Bill!" "Go pick up your sister," he called to her as he continued walking down the hall. "Where is she?" "Where she belongs." "Which would be..." "In the sewer." Dana smiled a huge smile and felt ashamed by that emotion. "You didn't," she laughed. "So, you might wanna go get her." "You put her in a sewer?" "Yeah, she's probably still screaming." "You didn't hurt her did you?" "No. Hey, what'd Mom make for dinner last night?" Dana frowned. "Why?" "Because I'm hungry and I wanna know if they're left overs." "You left our sister in a sewer and you're thinking about food?" "Well, if you're so worried about her Dana, go get her." "Jesus Bill, will you ever grow up!" Dana threw her book on the floor and went out the door. She inhaled the cool spring air, and then she heard Melissa. "Hello? Dammit Bill! Let me out of here." Dana ran over to the sewer, and tried to stop laughing so she could reassure Melissa she'd get her out. "Melissa, it's me, I'm right here, and if you push and I lift, maybe we can get the damn thing off." "Can you believe he did it? It's dark in here and it's scary!" "Coming from Melissa, the dark is scary?" "Dana, shut up." "All right, on three, push! One, two, three!" They lifted the top off and Melissa closed her eyes quickly because of the sunlight. Dana held down a hand and pulled her sister out of the gutter. "Now..." Melissa said walking away. "Oh, no no no," Dana said, pushing her sister back and looking at her face to face. "You are not going back in there to kill Bill." "Of course I'm gonna kill him. He threw me in a sewer." "You slept with some guy in his room!" "Are you defending him?" "No," Dana said firmly. "Bill the pill can kiss my ass for all I care, but he has a point." "A very small point," Melissa noted. "Yes, a very small point. So don't blow this. Let it go. Mom and Dad will be home soon, and they'll be thrilled to see you both. Let's just be cool for tonight." "And tomorrow I can kill him?" "Not for being pissed about you having sex in his room-" "But for him calling me a slut and a whore. You know he does it with girls and doesn't think of himself as a slut, so why is it not equal?" "It should be. And tomorrow, we'll find a way to piss him off. But now, breathe in, and shut up." Dana walked Melissa back inside, just as the parents arrived home. _______________________________________________________ Present Day 1:17 AM "...and that's how it ended." "That doesn't sound so bad to me. I used to put Sam in the sewer daily." "Yeah Mulder, at twelve and eight, not at twenty and eighteen. The next day, we sure got Bill!" "What'd ya do?" "That, I'm not going to tell you." "Ah, come on Scully." "Melissa was willing to do anything. She was a little psychotic." "She seemed pretty out there when I met her." "Yeah, well, you met the tame Melissa. Before, she was even stranger." "What did she do?" "She pissed on Bill's pillow case, dried it, put it back on his pillow, let him sleep on it for a night, then the next day, she told him." Mulder arched an eyebrow. "Are you serious?" "Dead serious Mulder. I still to this day can't believe she did it. And to think..." she trailed off. "What?" "I gave her the idea." "You what?" "Well, I didn't think she'd actually do it, but as I said, with Melissa, I should've known." "She dried it first, he slept on it, then she told him?" "Yes." "Well, what did he say?" "He threw his little temper tantrum and tried not to be too embarrassed. We got him good though. What about you, your sister?" "The only thing I had the chance to do was bug her. I didn't have the time to get as experienced and creative as you." Scully smiled and looked down, surprised that she was having this talk with Mulder, and that she'd confessed what she had. She began to move towards the edge of the bed, and he stood up with her. She acted as though she were heading towards the bathroom, but he gripped her face brought his lips to hers. At first he could tell she was shocked, but then she relaxed. For a moment, it was just his lips on hers, just staying together, not wanting to break free of the moment. After a minute, she slowly pulled back and looked at him. She smiled a little. "Let's go see Cher more often," he offered. "You got it. It was incredible being with you tonight, as a friend. I know we're friends, the best of friends, but we don't usually act like it, and tonight, something different showed through our relationship." Mulder looked at her carefully, then smiled. "I'll be right back," she said. Scully disappeared into the bathroom, and Mulder opened the fridge, and there was a bottle of wine in it. He brought it out, hoping he might get lucky. With Scully though, should he risk it? He popped open the bottle, and she came out. To his surprise, she was just in her nightgown. He was too stunned to even move. "Mulder, I don't know why you're so surprised. On our first case, I presented myself to you in my bra and underwear." "Yeah, but now you know me." "Doesn't it usually happen the opposite? I present myself in my bra and underwear after I know you," she asked smiling. She walked over to him, confidently. She pulled him lightly over to the bed, and she kneeled between his legs, smiling honestly into him. She grasped her nightgown, and gently removed the straps from her shoulders. Her breasts held it up momentarily. Mulder grabbed her face and kissed her, and she inhaled quickly, happily surprised. He was such a good kisser. Each kiss overlapped, deepinging and intensifying to the fullest. Her gown slid down further, and she lifted her arms out of the straps and it fell to her waist. She lifted his shirt off of him, caressing his torso. "You sure," he asked her. She licked her lips erotically. "Yes." She pulled him off the bed, and the gown slid the rest of the way off. He kissed her again, walking her backwards towards the closet mirror. He turned around so his back was facing the mirror, and he slid down, momentarily kissing her breasts, then going farther down reaching her core. He placed his hands on her hips, pushing her towards him and the mirror as well, forcing her hands on the mirror, and her nipples ached while colliding with cold surface. His mouth kissed her inner thigh, brushing by it, leaving her burning. His tongue made his way to her clitoris, kissing it, and pulling it into his mouth, suckling on it hard, and she moaned. He gently released the center of her sexual feeling, and moved lower, his tongue finding her opening. She gently tried to give him better access, and he slipped his tongue inside of her, and she groaned softly as he massaged her with his tongue. Her limbs grew weaker and as she slid down the mirror, the tips of her nipples detached from the mirror and she fell into his lap. She couldn't believe he still had his pants on. She kissed him, running his hands over his shoulders and down his back, scraping her nails lightly across his skin. She stood up, pulled him with her, and tugged his pants until they were completely off of him. He took hold of her shoulders and pushed her down against the bed, falling on top of her. He took her breasts in his hands and kissed her right one as she curled her fingers in his hair, urging him to continue. He made arcs over her breasts with his tongue, then darted his tongue over her nipple before taking it into his mouth for a good long suck. She felt him hard against her leg, and brought his head up to kiss her again, then thrusted her hips so that he was inside her. She was burning inside and out. She moaned and rolled over so she was ontop. Then she caressed her hands along his chest tenderly as she rocked against him. Her breasts moved with her hips, and he reached up to cup them in his hands, to keep them from bouncing. She brought his hands to her mouth and kissed them, then placed them back on her breasts. She thrusted more deeply into him, wanting him as far inside her as she could get him. It hadn't really hit her yet that this was real, but as she thrusted, he sat up and wrapped his arms around her, kissing her, as if to let her know it was real. She giggled into his kiss and fell back on the pillows and he continued to thrust. She gripped his ass, pushing him deeper inside of her, her body tightening with every push. Her muscles were aching, and finally, she reached her climax with him and her muscles relaxed. He bent down to kiss her lips softly. "We should do this more often," she suggested. "Well, if this is what happens when we see Cher, I'll go buy us tickets tomorrow." He moved to the side of her, looking straight at her, knowing that this was the best moment of his life and would be forever. She wasn't going to die of cancer and she wasn't going to leave him. Now, he had someone in his life that cared. To be there. "I love you," he told her. "I love you too." "I think we should attempt to keep this a secret, but if we can't, I'll be proud to show the world that I am with you in everyway." He pulled her into his arms and hugged her. "You don't have to show the world Mulder. Just show me."