From: "AuroraElixir" Date: Sunday, May 14, 2000 1:00 AM Subject: NEW: "A Night Under the Stars" by Lizzy From: Lizzy Date: May 2000 Title: A Night Under the Stars Rating: NC-17...well, a little... Feedback: AuroraElixir@aol.com Spoilers: "all things" Episode written and directed by Gillian Anderson Keywords: V, RST (duh), MSR Summary: A small taste of what could have happened between the end and the teaser of "all things". Authors Notes: I luuuuuuv this story!! My first NC-17, finally I used the word "thrust" with no shame! Wooo!! Anywho, now y'all who didn't wanna read before I was done (Shannon, Desi....hmmm) can read it! Well, hope you all like it as much as I zippy-ditty do! A note for Desi: I'm such a Peritty Panda! (Inside joke...don't worry about it...I'll be fine...) Luv ya all...now go eat saltine crackers...((ok!)) by, buy! Disclaim: Mulder and Scully are property of Chris Carter, 1013 productions, 20th Century Fox. There is no infringement intended. A goddess. She was a complete goddess in his eyes. Beautiful, ravishing, exquisite, adorable, precious she was in his eyes. He adored everything about her: hair smelling like honey; skin as soft as a rose petal; eyes azure like the reflection of the sky on the water. Feelings take it farther than expression. Pulling the strand of hair out of her face, being that close to her lips was an adrenaline rush in itself. He stood up slowly off the couch toward the bedroom with the simple consolation that he knew she would be right in the next room. He took one last glance at her resting soul and then stepped into the darkness of the adjoining room. ---------------------- Mulder's pants and dress shirt were shedded and thrown in a corner in the bedroom he never occupied. He was drowsy but not quite asleep yet, the only subject spinning in his head was that of his Angel sleeping just a door away. That sounded so nice. His angel. Turning on his back, he felt someone walking through the room towards his bed. In the dim shadows of the moonlight, he knew it was her coming to him. Pulling the blue random print covers out of the way, Scully burdened in the bed alongside Mulder. Surprised, he was the first one to speak. "Scully..." in a soft, tender manner was the only thing he could say. She did not respond just snuggled against him. He reacted to the touch by embracing her back. He did not question her motives, he did not seek answers. Just holding her was enough to know that she needed him as much as he needed anyone. Alas she spoke. "Mulder..." she started. He knew they were going to return to the same subject he foolishly led on after she went dreaming beside him. She took a breath and continued. "I..." silent for a moment, Mulder thought he'd done something wrong. Before he could speak a word, she inhaled a breath and continued. "Before I left... Daniel kept demanding why I was leaving. I didn't want to tell him...I didn't want to make anything worse than it already was for the both of us," she explained. Mulder kept his mouth shut, afraid of saying something irrelevant to what she was feeling, what she was thinking. He listened to her heartbeat in sync with his and let her continue. "He pleaded me for an explanation until I finally gave it to him. I told him that I was recruited by the FBI and that I accepted, that I was heading off to Virginia to be a Forensic teacher at Quantico." It hurt her to talk about this. But she had to. "Then he shed one...one single tear, Mulder. Sat me down and with his heart out in his hands made me promise him that if the FBI didn't work out," she murmured, "that I'd come back to him. He told me he loved me...and," Mulder could feel her tears wetting his own face as she shed them slowly. She gripped his knicks shirt with her fragile fists, who have for years held his life in its hands. She carried on, "then just...let me go. And his voice and his face and his intellect haunted me over and over and I told myself that I did the right thing...I had to leave him even," she couldn't bear it, and Mulder knew it. On the other hand, he didn't want to stop her for he was the only one she could open up to right now. "...even if I loved him more than my own life. His life and Maggie's was hell with me around." Scully had actually loved Daniel over anything. *Just like I love her,* thought Mulder. But he couldn't let her know that and particularly not at the moment. He held her closer in his arms stroking her scarlet hair as she sobbed into his chest now stronger than before. He'd never seen Scully this reckless before. But then again, she never dared to open to him the way she just did. They never spoke about past loves or romances, lovers, affairs, or sexual fantasies. They kept it to themselves; for one, they didn't want to hurt themselves. On the other, they didn't want to lurk in murky waters. "Scully...as sad as it may seem," he didn't know if he should say all of this meaningless crap he was thinking. "We've both been through devastating situations when love is concerned...and," he kept on, hoping that she found comfort in his words. And she did. She desisted crying and listened to his heartbeat and his words, soothing her with each syllable. "that may be the reason why we're suffering the same fate. We both loved deeply, we both suffered immense disappointments, and now it may be that our hearts and our minds are fearful to love again." *He* even couldn't believe his words, yet he could in some strange Mulder-ish way. Scully shifted next to him and he felt her breast under the thick green fabric of her shirt scour next to the side of his torso. Leaning towards her he dried her tears. "I know Daniel is the love of your life...but-" "Was..." answering so quickly she didn't even accept what she said. Then it hit her. She either declared her feelings now or forever held her peace. She felt it the right moment to cross the line between them after almost seven years of loving him. Loving him. The expression was not new to her sub-conscious but it would take a new meaning if she dared reveal herself. "Daniel used to be the love of my life...until now." She said in her most subtle voice ever. Mulder was in complete stupefaction. Had she met someone he didn't know? Or could it be someone at work? Agent Urriarte had been putting his eyes on her for quite some time. "And who is the lucky winner of the 'until now' spot, Scully?" She swallowed hard, not sure of the outcome of what she was about to spill. "You..." Could Scully ever say that she rendered Mulder speechless? Now she could. He didn't know what to say, how to act, what to respond, except stay in the same position indefinitely. Almost. Until he had to stop Scully from leaving. "I'm sorry, Mulder, I shouldn't have lured into the subject." She said getting up off the bed. She regretted ever bringing up the subject, letting out all her emotions on him. She regretted falling asleep on the couch or even coming to his apartment for that matter. He reached out for her arm lightly just before she had time to run out of his reach. "Scully, no, don't be sorry. I'm the one who should apologize for intruding into asking you that question. I'm sorry, don't go." He pleaded. She looked out of the window where the shining stars were smiling at her, though she didn't feel too happy. She turned her head to face Mulder once more and gently pulled herself out of his grip. For Mulder reading her was so easy and he could easily tell that she had an expression of burden. "Scully, wait-" was the only thing he could utter. She was halfway out of his room and he told himself this couldn't just be left like that. Scully grabbed her jacket off the chair opposite the couch and smoothed it on when he caught her shoulder. "Mulder..." she whispered. "I-I just need you to tell me, Scully, tell me what you meant, tell me the ending of the fairy tale." "That's all it is and all it will ever be. A-A fairy tale. It's not reality, it'll never be reality, it's-it's-" Moisture invaded her eyes once more and she didn't know how to hold them back. Everything was happening so fast, so...sudden. Mulder couldn't stand to see her cry. He wanted to hurt himself whenever he brought Scully to tears, it was always his damn fault. *Always screwing it up, Mulder, always fucking everything up.* he thought to himself. "Dana..." he pronounced her name in the most faintest way possible, then looked off into space...anywhere but her eyes, and pulled her into his arms. She came to him slowly and desperately for his touch. His warmth was the only comfort for her storm of emotions. "This isn't a fairy tale. It doesn't have to be for us," he placed a delicate kiss on the bow of her head. She closed her eyes to indulge what didn't linger on her lips, he continued. "Besides...I'm not exactly Prince Charming." *Always adding that humorous touch.* thought Scully. She smiled against his chest and he felt an almost imperceptible chuckle in the back of her throat. Mulder took charge of the moment; he kissed her forehead, her eyelids, her nose, cheeks, earlobes, anywhere but her lips. Curiosity drove her to pull him to her, letting their lips meet. Soft flesh, moist tongues, arousing moans in the back of each other's throats. Their rebel spirits took charge and who the hell cared about what people might say, about bureau policy. *Protocol, my ass.* thought Mulder. Soon after, the moans weren't enough so hands began to wander, slowly yet imaginatively and with a hint of tease. Everything at it's own pase. All but hurry things. Mulder wasn't in the mood to fuck this one up, and Scully was just about ready to not let her senses return to her at all. Both their feet, synchronizing with each other as they backed into the bedroom, carried them in a never-ending chimera onto the waterbed; tearing fabric, pulling bed sheets. Scully creaked the leather of Mulder's belt as she tore it off his waist. He was hastily working on getting the green long-sleeve shirt over her head, succeeding only to find that they were still enveloped by a black-lace bra. In a matter of seconds, Mulder toke that off as well along with her skirt and everything underneath. He found himself hovering over her kissing her collarbone softly, enjoying nothing more that hearing her sounds of pleasure. Later moving down to her firm breasts--first the right, then the left--sucking hungrily on both with hands on the opposite. Once his territory was dominated, all he needed was to assure himself that all she was thinking of was him. Gazing at her in the clear, dim starlight, he entered her in one fierce thrust. She cried out responsively through the lavishness of the feeling and when he began to rock, she whispered his name until her orgasm flushed over her. With a hint of sweat saturating both their brows, Mulder rolled off of her and they both laid there, flushed and infatuated by the one breathing next to them. ---------------------- Obligating the wrinkled green shirt over her head, she walked into the bathroom, straightening it out as she reached the mirror. God, she was a mess. It was certainly worth it though...the tea, the talk, and everything that followed. But she needed to get out of here. She needed to be alone. Brushing the hair behind her ear, she noticed her shadow being cast by the dangling white lightbulb on a filament. Good, Mulder didn't wake. It was for the best if they both just forgot about what happened. She needed to get out of here, needed time to think. About her, about Daniel, about Mulder...and their incredible night together. One last look in the mirror and she turned away into the bedroom where intimacy was written all over the walls. Scully bent down to pick up the jacket Mulder had shed for her and slimmed into it, taking a long-standing look at her partner. Her partner. Through the moonlight in the window, he looked quite vulnerable as he slept, a trait she admired more tonight than ever. With that lingering thought she spun around and headed off into, what she considered, nothingness.