From: Amy McClure <mulder89@hotmail.com>

My first attempt at smut... ;)


The Lady In Red
By Amy McClure
mulder89@hotmail.com
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Small Potatoes

Summary: Scully invites Mulder over to celebrate his birthday. The
celebration turns into a little more than he had bargained for.

Keywords: MSR, Smut, smut and more smut.

Archive: Anywhere is fine, just please keep my name and e-mail on it and 
letme know so I can visit.

Disclaimer: Unfortunately for me, Mulder is not mine and neither is Scully. 
I'm just borrowing the 2 wonderful characters Chris Carter created and David 
Duchovny and Gillian Anderson magnificently bring to life on screen. No 
money will be made off this story & you'll be very disappointed at the 
settlement if you sue me.

WARNING: Explicit sexual content is contained in this story. If you are 
under 18, not allowed to read smut, or do not like smut, please hit your 
delete button and move on to another fic.

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She reached up and attempted to rub the sleep from her eyes. A yawn overtook 
her and she stretched her hands up over her head. Why did she have to wake 
up when she did? She was having the most wonderful dream - he had just begun 
to strip her of her clothes...

"Shit!"

The clock was laughing at her, telling her that she had slept way longer 
than she had intended to.

God, he was going to be here any minute, and dinner...damnit!! She opened 
the oven door and the apartment suddenly filled with black clouds of smoke. 
She grabbed the oven mit that hung on a hook above her sink and removed what 
remained of the roast she had spent the day preparing.

Maybe she could salvage it. She grabbed a knife and tried to cut into it. It 
was no use. The roast was burnt to a crisp - the knife wouldn't even cut it.

"Well gee, happy birthday Mulder. Here's your charcoal, hope you like it."

In the six years they'd been together, they'd never really celebrated each 
other's birthdays. Hell, he'd only remembered hers once in all that time. He 
had taken her to dinner and had the waiter surprise her with a cake. She 
knew he'd felt weird accepting her invitation to dinner, but she didn't 
care. He was her best friend, really her only friend, and she wanted to do 
something special for him for once.

The shrill beeping of the smoke alarm suddenly interrupted her train of 
thought. She grabbed a chair from her dining room set and put it down under 
the alarm. She had no sooner pulled out the battery to silence the incessant 
shriek when she heard a knock on her door.

"Beautiful. Perfect timing as usual."

"Scully? Are you okay in there?"

"Yeah, Mulder. Hang on a second."

She ran to the bathroom and checked her reflection in the mirror. Her hair 
was matted to one side of her head and she had indentations in her left 
cheek from the pillow on her couch.

"Just a second, Mulder!"

She grabbed for her hairbrush and did a quick fix of her hair. She bent over 
and flipped her hair upside down to try giving it a little more body. When 
she straightened back up, she looked in the mirror and saw him standing in 
the hallway behind her.

"Mulder?!"

"No, please don't mind me. Feel free to bend over again. I think your hair 
needs a little more work."

Scully's cheeks began to take on a crimson hue as she shut off the bathroom 
light and walked toward her partner. Good, maybe the red would somehow hide 
the hideous indentations on her face.

"Smells good, Scully. What is it?" He couldn't help but chuckle a little bit 
as he said it.

She met his gaze and saw he was laughing at her. "Shut up Mulder."

An even bigger smile crossed his face as he stared down at her. "That's 
okay. I like my meat really well done. Wouldn't want to risk getting sick 
from red meat now would I?"

Damnit. In six years, she'd never once cooked him dinner. Never once asked 
him over. The one time she does, this is what happens. Maybe it was fate 
trying to tell her not to go through with what she had on her mind.

"You know Mulder, I worked really hard on this meal. I just fell asleep on 
the couch and, well it got a little burnt."

"A *little* burnt? I'd hate to see what you'd consider really burnt."

He had reached for the same knife Scully had tried earlier and he was also 
unable to cut through it.

She was looking down at the floor - the crimson hue becoming darker by the 
second. He looked over at her and suddenly started to feel guilty for making 
fun of her. He walked over to her and lifted her chin up to force her to 
look at him.

"I'm sorry, Scully. I appreciate the gesture." He wrapped his arms around 
her as he said these words to her.

"So do you want to call for pizza or should I?"

"The phone book is in the cupboard right behind you, Mulder."

"Jack's Pizza Haven. Don't worry Scully, Jack will cut me a break on the 
price. I think I've accumulated enough frequent pepperoni miles with him to 
eat for free for the rest of my life."

"Not much of a cook, huh Mulder?"

"Apparently I'm about as good as you are."

A smile creeped across her lips as she punched him lightly in the shoulder.

"If it makes you feel any better, your burnt roast smells much better than 
any of mine ever have."

Was it just her imagination or was there a gleam in his eyes? She knew all 
too well the look he usually gave her when he was teasing her about 
something, but something about this look...she couldn't put her finger on 
what it meant, but it was certainly different.

"No peppers or anchovies, please."

"No onions either, Scully. We won't be able to make out in front of the tv 
later if I smell onions on your breath."

Hello! Okay, don't get too excited here. He says stuff like that to you all 
the time and it doesn't mean anything. God, that look in his eyes as he said 
it though. It sent shivers up and down her spine.

Mulder finished giving the delivery address and returned the phone to its 
cradle.

"It'll be here in 30 minutes, or it's free."

She couldn't help but smirk at him.

"No really, Scully. They *guaranteed* me. Or is it impossible for them to 
cook a pizza and deliver it to Georgetown in a half hour?"

She shook her head and walked into the kitchen to try to clean up the
charred pot the roast now sat in.

"Come on Scully. I'm anxious to hear your scientific opinion on this."

"Why don't you quit making fun of me and come in here and help me?"

"But it's my birthday...I shouldn't have to do your dishes."

God he was whining like he was five years old.

"Come on! On your feet and help me!"

"Oooh. On your feet, boy."

He came up behind her and leaned over slightly to examine the damage to her 
cookware. His scent made her insides tremble - the cologne he wore always 
drove her crazy.

"It doesn't look good Scully."

A tremor ran through her as she felt his warm sweet breath on the back of 
her neck. Oh God she wanted him to take her right here, right now. If only 
she could get up the nerve to say it.

"Mulder?"

It was all he could do to control the throbbing in his pants from turning 
into something he wouldn't be able to hide from her.  He had to take a step 
away from her or it would be all over.

"Yeah?"

Kiss me. Touch me. Wrip my clothes off my body. Throw me down on the bed and 
make wild passionate love to me. Yeah, those words would come out of her 
mouth any minute now. "I think I'd better let this soak for a couple of 
hours. You can help me wash it later."

"Oh boy. I can't wait." A couple of hours, huh? Well, at least he knew he 
was welcome here for longer than he'd expected to be. A couple of hours 
would be enough. Hell, thirty seconds would probably be enough. He could 
control it when he was by himself, but he hadn't had sex with someone else 
in the room in years. It would probably be over before it really even 
started.

"So now what?" Mulder sat down on the couch and propped his feet on her 
coffee table.

"Well, first you could get your shoes off my table. Didn't your mother ever 
teach you any manners?"

"Yes. She'd be so disappointed in me right now." He took his feet down, 
untied his tennis shoes, slipped them off, and put his feet back up on the 
table.

"Cute Mulder."

"I heard get your *shoes* off my table. Does it look like my *shoes* are on 
your table?"

"Oh your mother must be so proud."

"Okay, so I'm not Mr. Manners. I thought this would be a casual evening for 
once."

"For once?"

"Well, every time we have dinner, or do anything for that matter, it always 
involves work. We eat, we discuss work. I pay the check, we discuss work. We 
drive back to the motel, we discuss work. I wake you up in the middle of the 
night, we discuss work some more. I guess I thought tonight we could talk 
about something other than work."

"Sounds good to me. What do you want to talk about?"

The twinkle returned to his eyes as a mischevious grin crossed his face.

"What?"

"Scully, I want to ask you something."

He was just looking at her. "Well, I'm waiting."

"Have you ever been in love?"

"What?!" Where in the hell did that question come from?

"You heard me. Have you ever been in love?"

She just stared at him, completely dumfounded by his question.

"You know, love. In love - with a man. You know what I mean, Scully?"

"Yes I know what you mean, Mulder."

"Well?"

"Have you Mulder?"

"Been in love with a man? Uh uh. Anyway I asked you first."

"I never said I would answer you."

"Come on Scully. I'm just curious."

"I have to tell you, Mulder. The last time I was in this situation with 
*you* it didn't turn out so well."

"Excuse me?"

"A couple of years ago, *you* came to my apartment one night with a bottle 
of wine and began to ask me about my past, specifically my romantic past. We 
got to talking and laughing - the wine took it's toll, and next thing you 
know, you leaned in to...well, you know the rest of the story. *You* barged 
in and stopped it and *you* turned back into Eddie Van Blundht."

"Okay, there's a big difference here Scully. I didn't bring a bottle of wine 
tonight."

Ha ha. "Yeah, well that just shows what a lousy dinner guest you are."

"Oooh, hitting me where it hurts again. Does Martha Stewart have a book I 
can read about being a good dinner guest?"

Okay, good. She had managed to sidetrack him for now.

"So, have you ever been in love?"

Oops. Maybe not.

"Mulder..." This was hopeless. He was going to harp on her until she
answered his question, so she might as well get it over with. "Yes I have."

"When?"

Uh oh. Let's see, I've been in love with YOU for the past six years, you 
moron.

"Mulder, I really don't feel comfortable talking about this."

"High school?"

"No."

"College?"

"No."

"FBI Academy?"

"No."

Hmmm. "When you were five?"

"Ha ha. No."

"Well, what's left?"

"What about you, Mulder? Have you ever been in love?"

"I plead the fifth."

"No way! You can't do that! I had to answer!"

"No you didn't." He was laughing at her feeble attempts to hit him. He had 
successfully blocked every punch she tried to throw at him.

"You could have pleaded the fifth. I couldn't have argued with that. I can't 
help it if I thought of it and you didn't!"

Asshole. Okay now she was embarrassed. Her cheeks began to flush yet again, 
and she could do nothing but examine her living room carpet.

Okay now she was going to get pissed at him. "Yes I have been in love.
Once."

"When?"

"Nope. Not gonna answer that one."

"Was it the lovely little Miss Phoebe Green?"

"No it was not."

Oh God, she didn't even know if her body would say these next two words 
without having some violent reaction. "Diana Fowley?"

"At the time I was with her I thought I was. I realize now that I wasn't."

Okay, that was more information than she'd expected him to give her.
"Detective White?"

"Who?"

"Detective White. Remember? You made out with her in your hotel room one 
night."

"Oh. God no. I knew her for what, two days?"

"Yes, but you *loved* her didn't you?"

Apparently it was his turn to get shit now.

"Yes, Scully. I admit it. I was wildly, madly in love with Detective White. 
Come to think of it, I never even got her first name. Now if that's not 
love, I don't know what is."

"Well who was it then?"

"I don't think so. You didn't name any names - neither will I."

"This was your idea Mulder."

"Well yeah, but I didn't want to have to answer any questions. I just wanted 
to ask them."

"I'm not going to let up until you give me a name." God let it be hers!

A knock at the door saved him from impending doom.

"Saved by the bell."

"Sit. I'll get my purse."

"No I've got it Scully."

"Mulder, it's your birthday. I'm not going to let you pay for dinner."

"You bought the roast. Granted we can't *eat* it, but you've been through 
enough trouble for me today."

She couldn't help but stare at him while he paid for the pizza. Black
t-shirt. Blue jeans. No shoes. God he looked sexy. She wished he would wear 
jeans more often. Yeah, the suits were nice, but they covered up...

Her eyes snapped back up to his face as he turned around. It had been too 
late, though. He saw exactly where her eyes had been as he was turned away 
from her.

"Like what you see, Scully?"

"Wha?"

"Never mind. I'll grab some plates." Okay where does she keep the plates?

While he fumbled around in the kitchen, she dimmed the lights and lit the 
two candles she had set on the dining room table.

"Scully, are you trying to seduce me?"

"You can think whatever you want, Mulder."

"Well then, I think I'll go with my gut reaction."

She popped the cork on the bottle of wine she had bought for the occasion.

"So tell me, Martha. Is it correct to be serving red wine with pizza?"

"If *you* had brought the wine like *you* were supposed to, you wouldn't 
have to ask that question, would you?"

"Hitting below the belt again, huh Scully?"

"Is that where you'd like me to hit you?"

Did she just say that out loud? The look on his face told her that, yes, 
indeed she had.

"Well Ms. Scully. I'm surprised at you. Is that proper conversation at the 
dinner table?"

"At my table it is."

This could be interesting.

She raised her glass. "Happy birthday Mulder."

He clinked his glass with hers. "Thank you."

They each took a sip of wine and smiled at each other as they put their 
glasses down.

"This looks good. It's not as char-broiled as your dinner, but I guess it 
will do."

"You're in rare form tonight Mulder."

"Rare form? You've been checking out my form?"

"Can't take my eyes off of it."

Jesus. What was making her say these things?

The mischevious grin reappeared across his lips. "Ditto."

This was it. This was her chance - her golden opportunity to do what she'd 
wanted to do for so long. It was now or never.

"Hang on Mulder. I want you to open your birthday present before we eat."

She got up from the table and entered her bedroom. She had two presents 
sitting on the bed. The present on the left was a football autographed by 
Brett Favre. Yes, she knew the Redskins were his favorite team, but although 
he had a hard time admitting it, he was in awe of the Packer's quarterback. 
She left the football on the bed and reached for the present next to it. 
This was the one she really wanted to give him, but didn't think she'd have 
the nerve to. "Now or never, Dana."

She returned and placed the silver package next to his plate. A goofy smile 
came across his face as he looked up at her. The boyish charm once again.

"Go ahead. Open it."

He smiled even bigger and ripped through the silver wrapping paper. A
clothes box. A clothes box from Victoria's Secret. Hmmm, she must not have 
had another box to fit whatever it was. He began to open the box and was 
stunned when the box top revealed what it had been hiding.

What the? He had to clear his throat before speaking. "Uh, thanks Scully. 
Red has never really been my best color though."

"How do you think it would look on me?"

"I think you'd better try it on before buying it."

She smiled nervously as she reached for the package he was handing her.

"I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere."

Okay that's the *last* thing she had to worry about.

She closed the bathroom door behind her and caught a glimpse of herself in 
the mirror. She couldn't believe she was doing this. She'd never done 
anything like this before. She was always the passive one, never made the 
first move. What a guy to try this out on! The man who meant the world to 
her. If he turned her down...well, that would be it. They'd never be able to 
work together again, let alone continue their friendship.

"Okay, Dana. Be cool. Stop thinking about this. He wouldn't have told you to 
try it on if he didn't want you."

She continued to whisper reassurances to herself as she fumbled to get the 
lacy teddy on. Her fingers trembled as she ran them over the material. 
Little adjustment here, pull it up a little there, pull it down a little 
here. She killed the light and took a deep breath as she reached for the 
door handle.

He was still sitting at the dining room table. He was nervous as hell. He'd 
never been this nervous. Six years. Six years of being in love with this 
woman and never having the guts to do anything about it. Well, he did once, 
but their big moment had been interrupted. Courage in romantic matters had 
never been his strongpoint. Phoebe Green had pursued him. She'd proceeded to 
dick him over, but she had still been the initiator. Diana Fowley had also 
initiated things with him. Kristin had kissed him - not the other way 
around. Jesus. Come to think of it, he'd never really seriously hit on a 
woman before. His thoughts were interrupted when he heard the bathroom door 
open.

Thank God he was sitting when he saw her. His knees would have buckled under 
him if he'd been standing. She was amazing. He'd always thought she was 
gorgeous - from the moment she'd walked into his office six years ago. The 
dressy suits were nice, but they made her look so serious. This was 
unbelievable. He was finally able to move his gaze from her body to meet her 
eyes. What he saw there floored him even more. The serious scientist look he 
was used to seeing was gone. What was left was a radiant, beautiful glow. 
She was absolutely stunning. He had fantasized about this moment for years, 
but this sight had surpassed all of his expectations.

"Come here."

No argument there. He got up from his chair and took the hand she was
holding out to him. Without words, he followed her into the bedroom.

The only light in the room came from the candles that were still burning on 
the dining room table.

"Don't move." Mulder turned around and made his way out to the other room. 
He came back with the two candles from the table.

Scully flashed him a grin as he placed one candle on the tables on either 
side of the bed.

"God Scully. You look amazing."

"Get over here Mulder."

He approached her slowly, never looking away from her eyes. He placed his 
hands on her face and stroked her cheeks gently. She tilted her head up 
toward him and ran her tongue across her bottom lip.

He leaned in and tasted her. Gently, slowly at first. His hands fell down to 
her hips as he began to persuade her to let him taste even more of her. Her 
lips parted without much protest and he began to explore the inside of her 
mouth.

A low moan eminated from her as he began to kiss her more passionately. He 
pressed her up against the wall and reached out to feel the red lace of her 
teddy. His fingers traced the lace along the top of her right breast, then 
her left. He traced the same route again as she trembled with excitement.

She reached out and lifted his hands up over his head. Her hands began to 
untuck the shirt from his jeans, and finally pulled it up over his head. Her 
fingers ran up and down his bare chest and back. His nipples grew hard from 
her touch. She leaned forward and tasted his right nipple. Her tongue 
performed two circles around his nipple before gently nibbling at it with 
her teeth. She heard him inhale sharply as she performed the same feat on 
his left side.

He moved her back up against the wall and pressed his body against her. 
These jeans would have to come off soon or his zipper might bust from the 
pressure building inside. He reached up and pulled the straps of her teddy 
down around her elbows. He growled as her breasts were revealed to him. He 
moved away from her just enough to get a better view. His hands began to 
caress each one. His fingers doing circles around the nipple as his palms 
rubbed underneath.

"Mmmmm. Oh Mulder." The words were almost a whisper falling out of Scully's 
lips. Hearing her moan his name made his groin throb like it never had 
before. If she didn't touch him soon...

As if reading his mind, Scully reached down and unbuttoned his jeans. When 
she reached for the zipper, she pulled it down carefully - not wanting to do 
any damage to the erection he held underneath. She pulled the jeans down 
from his waist and reached inside his boxer shorts.

"Oh God Scully."

Her hand had encircled him and she was rubbing it slowly. Starting at the 
base, going to the tip. He began to rock his hips back and forth in 
anticipation of her grasp. Scully moved him away from her a little bit and 
dropped to her knees in front of him. She pulled his boxers down to fully 
reveal his throbbing hardness.

He watched in sweet agony as she tasted him. Her tongue did circles around 
the tip and then moved down to the base. Her hand was moving up and down the 
length of him as her tongue tasted the tip again. Her lips encircled him and 
she took him full into her mouth.

His head went back and he shut his eyes. He could have come easily right 
then and there, but fought with all his might to keep that from happening. 
His eyes opened and moved back down to watch her take him in her mouth. He 
had fantasized about this so many times, her on her knees before him, 
licking, stroking, tasting him. Her eyes turned up to meet his and he let 
out another moan.

God she loved this. She was in complete control of him. Every lick, every 
stroke made his breathing quicker and more uncontrolled. He started to rock 
his hips back and forth again - trying to make her suck him faster and 
deeper. Suddenly his hips stopped moving.

"Scully."

She thought he was moaning her name again until she felt his hand pull her 
head away from him.

"Get up."

His voice was low and raspy and the space between her thighs throbbed with 
anticipation of what he would do to her.

Mulder grabbed her shoulders and turned her around. Placing one hand on each 
hip, he pressed his body against her. His mouth began exploring her neck and 
ears. His hands moved from her hips to her breasts. Between his caresses, 
his kisses and his grinding up against her, she thought she would go over 
the edge right then.

She felt his right hand move from her breast down to her stomach and finally 
down to her wetness. His hand slipped under the lacy material and she 
inhaled sharply as he took hold of her. His fingers began to explore her 
gently. He had to keep one hand up on her shoulder to keep her from leaning 
too far forward. She nearly screamed with delight when his fingers found her 
sweet spot. Back and forth. Back and forth again and again until she didn't 
think she could take anymore.

"Scully?"

"Hmmm?"

"Lie down on the bed for me."

She turned to face him and he let her tongue explore his mouth. Then she 
walked over to the bed and laid down as she'd been instructed to. Her eyes 
never left his as she spread her legs for him.

He followed and got on his knees before her.

"Take me, Mulder. Take me now."

Mulder just smiled at her - he had other plans right now. He reached down 
and moved the lacy material away, finally revealing her throbbing wetness. 
His entire body trembled maddeningly as he finally saw all of her.

He got on his hands and knees before her and buried his face in her. She 
writhed with pleasure as his hot tongue explored her.

"Oh God!"

She screamed out as he put his middle finger inside of her. He pumped her 
with his finger while his tongue eagerly licked her clit.

"Oh Mulder. Yes. Yes, right there. Please."

He kept working on her sweet spot until she reached her orgasm. She called 
his name over and over again and he held her down and kept licking her until 
her body fell limp against the bed.

He couldn't take it anymore. He had to have her. She could see his cock 
throbbing as he remained on his knees in front of her. He reached down and 
began fondling her breasts as he moved his erection across the top of her.

"Scully, touch me...please."

Her hand reached down and found his cock. She stroked him slowly, gently, as 
he continued to fondle her breasts.

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Yes Mulder. Please."

With that, he released her breasts and put his left hand on the matress next 
to her while he guided himself just barely inside her with his other hand. 
He stayed that way for a few seconds, just savoring what was about to come. 
His hand reached down and brushed the strands of hair from her forehead. He 
was looking at her so tenderly - she'd never seen a look like this before.

"I love you Scully."

"I love you too."

He smiled lovingly at her as he rocked forward and entered her completely.

She gasped with both pleasure and pain as he entered her. He was bigger than 
any other man she'd been with, but the pain she felt was so sweet. He sensed 
her uneasiness and thrust slowly at first.

Oh God he was perfect. He filled every inch of her. She'd never reached her 
height during intercourse before, but thought that streak might come to an 
end very soon.

When he sensed her relax a little, he began to move a little faster, a
little harder.

"Oh God Mulder. Harder."

His thrusts became harder, deeper, faster. He sensed her impending orgasm 
and did his best to hold off on his own.

"Scully?"

"Yes Mulder. Please...I'm almost..."

Suddenly her body rocked with an ecstacy she'd never before experienced. Her 
fingernails dug into his back as she screamed his name once again.

Feeling her throb around him and hearing her call his name was too much for 
him to bear. He called out to her and to God himself as he came inside her.

He continud to pump gently inside of her even after his orgasm subsided. She 
felt so good, he didn't want to leave her. Finally he rolled over onto his 
back. Scully snuggled up next to him and laid her head on his chest.

Neither one of them spoke. Mulder was struggling to find just the right 
thing to say to her.

"So am I the one Mulder?"

"What?"

"It wasn't Phoebe or Diana or Ms. White."

"The one and only."

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