Date: 17 Nov 1995 20:14:46 GMT From: "joan the english chick" Subject: NEW: "Oops" (NC-17) Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative Since "Page of Cups" got such a good reaction, I'm posting two more here. Both involve a lot of sex and not much else. This first one takes place before Melissa Scully kicks the bucket...for obvious reasons. (Actually it was "Paper Clip" that gave me the idea...) Enjoy! -joan the english chick -----Forwarded message----- To Err is Human Copyright 1995 joan the english chick. All rights reserved! Disclaimer: All characters are owned by Fox Network and Chris Carter. Any resemblance to actual events is highly unlikely. The following story should not be read by anyone under the age of 18. And if you don't like any of it, tough. The following story takes place sometime during the second season of the X-Files. 9:38 PM "Dana," Melissa Scully's voice was tearful over the phone. "Paul and I broke up. Are you busy? Can I come over?" "No, I mean yes, of course you can," Dana said, concerned. "Are you OK? Do you want me to come get you?" "No, I can drive." Melissa sniffled unhappily. "I'll be there in a few minutes...." * * * * * 11:12 PM "You're better off without him," Dana said for the thousandth time, handing her sister another tissue and taking away the soaked one. "You'll find someone new. I'm sure you will." "You're so good to me," Melissa sniffled, wiping her nose again. Her sobs were subsiding into gulps and sighs, and Dana hoped it was the beginning of the end. She had gone through this often enough to know how it worked. "Just sit still for a minute and calm down. I'm going to make some coffee." She was halfway off the sofa when she realized the problem. "Oh, shit." She sat down again, and sighed. Melissa looked at her through wet, reddened eyes. "What?" "I just remembered I'm out of coffee. I meant to get some earlier today." Dana glanced at the clock. "The nearest all-night shop is twenty minutes away." She shook her head in self-reproach. "Go ahead," Melissa urged. "I know you can't make it in the morning without your coffee. I'll be okay here. I'll just crash on your sofa." "Well...all right." Dana hated to leave her sister in this state, but it couldn't be helped. She stuck her feet in a pair of sneakers and grabbed her keys. Alone, Melissa wiped her eyes again and got up to wander around the room. She found herself staring into Dana's liquor cabinet, and after a moment's thought she reached for a glass and proceeded to drink herself into a stupor.... * * * * * 11:40 PM Halfway across town, Fox Mulder had just finished doing the same thing. He had just had another fight with his father on the phone; he hadn't been sleeping well, and on top of it, he had a sneaky feeling the X-Files were going to be shut down again pretty So when the Lone Gunmen had invited him along on their weekly barhop, he'd accepted. Now he was regretting it. In good conscience he couldn't drive, so he was wandering the streets, chilly, drunk, lonely, and swiftly losing his buzz. With some surprise, he looked up to find himself at Scully's doorstep. The door was closed, but not completely; it swung open when he tried to knock. Shrugging made his head spin, but he did it anyway and walked inside. "Hello? Scully? Anyone ho-" He stopped abruptly when he saw the woman asleep on the sofa. A light afghan was pulled over her, but her arm lay on her hip and her flaming red hair spread luxuriously out over the pale sofa cushions. Her back was to him, and when he knelt by her, Mulder saw a long lovely patch of fair skin exposed where her hair had fallen aside. Before he knew what he was doing, he had leaned forward to kiss her throat where it joined her jawbone. Melissa awoke to a soft, warm wetness on her neck and smiled sleepily. "Paul," she mumbled, turning her head. Her lips found his more quickly than she had expected, and she sighed, clutching at his shoulders as she turned around and let him slide her off the sofa onto his knees, kissing hungrily. She could taste the beer on his tongue, and he the whiskey on hers. Their brains befogged by drink and emotion and passion, they tugged at each other's clothes and bodies. Slick, hot skin moved against skin; wet tongues licked and fingers stroked as they gasped and moved together, almost frantic in their haste. He slid inside her and they both groaned. In moments they were fulfilled, the room echoing softly with a counterpoint of higher and deeper cries. They clutched each other, sweaty and tense, and lay exhausted on the floor.... * * * * * 12:19 AM A chill breeze blowing across Melissa's bare skin and the slam of a car door outside woke her. For an instant she lay basking happily in Paul's arms, and then harsh reality intruded with a rush like icy water across her spine. She leapt to her feet like a woman stung. "Oh my God," she moaned groggily when she recognized the man on the floor. Her too-quick rising brought a rush of blood to her brain and she staggered, snatching up the afghan from the sofa and wrapping it hastily around her as she rushed to the door. "Oh God, Dana, I didn't - I mean, he - Oh God." She intercepted her sister, who stood in the doorway confused and alarmed. "What happened, Melissa? Why was the door open?" "Oh God," she moaned again. "I mean, I was drunk and I dreamt about Paul - and I mean, and he - and - but I - He must have thought I was you, and he- we...." She trailed off in horror. Shocked, Dana stared at the man lying on the floor, utterly naked and apparently dead to the world. Unbidden came the thought that he had never looked so good -- she had never seen him look so relaxed, so vulnerable. And did he mistake my sister for me? And did he make love to- "Dana," he murmured softly, stirring in his sleep and turning onto his back. His eyes fluttered open slowly. "Melissa," Dana hissed, thrusting the package at her sister. "Go make some coffee." Too late! Mulder's eyes focussed and he took in the two women, one fully clothed, the other disheveled and clutching the afghan around her like a lifejacket. Melissa snatched up her clothing and fled, face flaming. "Honestly, Mulder," Scully said softly, tossing aside her purse and moving to kneel by her partner. "I don't think I've ever seen you this zonked." Almost automatically, she supported his neck with one hand while she helped pull him to a sitting position, leaning against her. His eyes rolled and he groaned weakly as the headrush hit. "Ahh, Scully," he sighed. Belatedly she realized that she had positioned his face against her chest, and his warm breath blew onto her breast, making the nipple harden instinctively. Supporting most of his weight on one hand, he lifted the other to her breast and stroked it gently, confidently. An objection on her lips, Dana turned her face toward him, but found his face already too close, and before she knew what had happened, his soft warm lips captured hers. An electric shock ran through her at the touch, somehow more erotic than any kiss she had ever experienced. Some small part of her recognized that only one man, only this man, could elicit this reaction from her...but then he had wrapped his long arm around her and pulled her so that she sprawled across his long, divinely naked form, still supported on his other arm. His tongue found its way between her lips and stroked the roof of her mouth, and she stifled an incipient moan in her throat. "Mulder," she whispered, dragging her mouth away from his, and wishing her voice didn't tremble so clearly, "you're drunk." "Guess again," he replied hoarsely, taking her hand and bringing it to his mouth. He put her index finger between his lips and sucked gently, rubbing his tongue over the fingerpad, all the while holding her gaze...Scully couldn't stop the whimper this time, and Mulder smiled triumphantly, sexily, sensuously. He put her hand with the one wet finger on his chest, and she could feel the sheen of sweat on his skin, the strong play of muscles just underneath, the furious thud of his heart under that. He leaned up to kiss her again and she turned her head away desperately. "If you're not drunk, surely you can see what a bad idea this is!" she exclaimed. "It's against every rule in the book...." "Rules," Mulder said disparagingly in that soft husky voice that drove shivers through her entire body. "Can this be a sin?" His fingers slipped inside her sweatpants, inside her underwear, between her thighs...Another whimper escaped. Mulder rolled over, turning Scully so that she lay on the floor while he leaned over her, pushing her pants aside, stroking her gently. She looked up into his eyes, saw them as clouded with passion as hers must be. He leaned closer. "O trespass sweetly urged!" he whispered against her lips. "Give me my sin again." He slid his long legs insidiously against hers as he kissed her again. Coffee and the FBI were both forgotten as Scully's last reserve of fortitude melted and she reached blindly for the edge of her sweatshirt, swiftly baring her aching breasts to Mulder's eager tongue. In the kitchen, Melissa heard Dana's first soft cry of passion and turned off the coffee machine. Tugging on her skirt and blouse, she snatched her purse and silently let herself out through the back door.