Title: New Year's Day
AUTHOR: 1to7fan (aka Glo)
DATE: October 2008
CLASSIFICATION: MSR, post-Millennium
RATING: NC17
SPIOLERS: Millennium, Amor Fati
DISCLAIMER: Chris, Frank, and all the rest: I've got only 
honourable intentions for your characters, promise!
SUMMARY: We all know what happened on New Year's Eve, but what 
about the day after?
FEEDBACK: Yes please!!    xf1to7fan@yahoo.co.uk
Notes: Written for the 'First Passionate Kiss challenge' at 
the Haven. 


1/3


Scully turned the engine off outside Mulder's apartment. It was
remarkable how relaxed she felt, how easy and natural the air 
seemed between them. They had left the hospital like nothing 
happened, their usual light banter and familiarity carrying 
them through most of the journey home, before Mulder had 
drifted off in the passenger seat. He had kissed her, and they 
had exchanged a look of recognition and complicity that 
announced the beginning of an new era, one which had been as 
protracted in its arrival as it was inevitable. She had told 
him she was ready, in her own manner, the day she had realized 
there were no obstacles left in their way. The touch of her 
thumbs to his lips had been as unmistakable a mark of desire 
as the touch of his lips to hers, if not more so. In any event,
it was clear to her that this was an act of reciprocity, Mulder
had returned the gesture, as she knew he would. Now, as she 
turned to gently stroke his hair in order to wake him up, she 
marvelled at their insistence to stick to these ludicrous rules
of communication, the complicated to and fro which had kept 
them at the edge of reason for years. 'But that's just us', she
told herself as she watched him emerge from his sleep.

"Mulder?"

"Hum? Oh-" He  grimaced slightly and rubbed his face, trying to 
clear a few cobwebs. 

"How are you feeling?" She was speaking softly, her fingers 
brushing his temple.

"Bit groggy, I must say."

"I thought you might. It's the pain killers, you need to get 
some rest."

"Yeah." He said, leaning his head back and resting his eyelids 
a moment longer, before looking at her. She gave him a warm 
smile as their eyes met, and there was a brief but charged 
silence, a question in the air. Then Scully lowered her gaze.

"I um- I'm gonna be driving up to Mum's in the morning. 
Promised I'd spend New Year's day with her." She looked up 
apologetically, and he couldn't help feeling a bit disappointed,
but smiled at her.

"Give her my greetings."

"I'll be back in the evening."

Mulder nodded. He wasn't looking at her when he felt her soft,
warm hand on his leg. Their gaze met again.

"Are you gonna be ok?" She asked, then eyed his injured arm.

"Of course", he said, his tone light.

"Don't forget the antiseptic cream twice a day. And no showers,
just sit-up baths. Don't want you getting that wound wet."

"Relax, Doc. I know what to do. I've had worse, remember?"

Scully winced at the thought of some of his less benign 
injuries. Seeing her concern he took her hand in his and gave 
it a squeeze, telling her silently to forget what he just said.

"Call when you get back, will you?"

"I will"

He kissed her fingers, tenderly, lingering. Not a mere friend's 
gesture, nor yet a lover's.

"G'night Scully."

"Goodnight Mulder."

She watched him go into the building and then waited until she 
saw the light come on in his apartment to turn the engine on, 
making sure he got there safe.



2/3


Mulder was pacing. He had done so much pacing today he thought 
he could see a dented trail between the sofa and the kitchen. 
'Scully, Scully. Trust you to prolong the suspense.' He had 
woken up free of last night's drug induced stupor, and had 
immediately lapsed into a state of anxiety. 'I kissed her. 
Wholly fuck. Can't believe we managed to play it so cool'. 
He desperately wanted to ring her up, make sure he hadn't just 
imagined it, that he was right in believing this time they were 
not going to pretend it never happened. He reviewed the motions,
the 'messages' they had exchanged, her body language. 'I'm not 
dreaming it' he told himself firmly, 'and she's such a tease 
for going away today!' He looked at his watch, 12:49. He would 
have called her by now if he knew what to say, if he felt half 
as confident as we was pretending to be for the sake of his own
sanity.

***

"What's the matter, Dana? You seem miles away."

"Nothing, Mum, I'm fine."

Maggie gave her daughter a searching look. Something was 
definitely up, and not in the usual way either. Whenever Dana 
had other things in her mind there was always concern involved,
or at least a certain businesslike severity, none of which were
present at the moment. She was anxious, that was clear, but 
there was a twinkle in her eye and a distinct flush to her 
cheeks that Maggie was sure had nothing to do with the chill of
the ambient. 'Well well well' she thought, 'could it be 
possible?' And then proceeded to allow herself a bit of 
mischief.

"How's Fox?"

The colour on Scully's cheeks rose by a couple more degrees 
than she would have thought permissible, and her eyes shot wide
open for a split second. She managed to quickly compose 
herself, only too late to conceal the evident caught-red-
handedness of her expression.

"I *aherm*- he's good. He sends his greetings."

Maggie just sat there smiling.

"What!"

"Dana, honey, your chill-screen trickery might work at the FBI,
but to your mother I'm afraid you're an open book." She was 
shaking her head slowly, her smile ever widening.

" --- a--- e---. Humph!"

"Tell me about it."

"Mum! It's none of your business."

"About time, you know. Has he popped the question yet?"

Scully had to laugh out loud.

"Oh Mum, you have no idea, do you?"

"And how could I, when you keep me in the dark the whole time?"

"Weren't you just boasting how much of an open book I am to 
you?"

"Come on, tell me."

"There's nothing *to* tell."

"Did you celebrate together last night?"

"He's got an injured arm."

"What's that to do with the price of eggs?"

"Who mentioned eggs?"

"Its just an expression."

The conversation quickly degenerated into a train of evasive 
jokes on Scully's part, a skill she had acquired from an able 
master, which resulted in no improvement to her attention span.

***

Mulder thought there must be something wrong with his watch. 
He'd turned the TV on and off about fifty times, he'd left-
handedly bounced his basketball until the neighbour downstairs 
started pounding on the ceiling with his broom, he'd had his 
sit-up bath, dabbed his cream on, fed the fish and had a wank 
(Scully's image burning inside his eyelids)... and it was still
only 5:23! She wouldn't be back for at least another 3 hours 
and he was beginning to despair. He looked at the phone, if he 
pretended he had a fever she might be here quicker, fussing 
about septicaemia and what not. He was still eyeing the 
alluring machine when it rang.

Mulder blinked.

Its ringing.

...

There it goes again.

'You stupid fuck, pick it up dammit!'

"Mulder."

"Hey, its me."

"Scully! Hey." Aware he probably sounded a little (or a lot) 
over enthusiastic, he added "How's your Mum?"

"She was good. She sends her love."

"So you're back home?"

"Mmhm. How's your arm?"

"Oh, you know, like it shouldn't have gone zombie-poking. 
You're early!"

"Is it swollen?"

('Where do you mean?') "Not unduly so."

"And your temperature?"

('Hot, baby.') "Normal." 

"Did you rub on your cream?"

('Oh yeah, keep talking.') "Yup, not five minutes ago."

"And you put your arm back on the sling?"

('Ah.') "Umm yeah."

"Mulder?"

"It's on!"

"Put it on..."

"Alright! Gimme a sec. --- --- --- Ok, done. So how come you're
early, was Bill pestering you too much?"

"Oh no, it was just Mum and I."

"Was your Mum pestering you too much?"

('You may laugh, but you have no idea.') "No, I um-" she was 
thinking hard of what to tell him, and concluded it was time 
for a bit of honesty. "I was just a bit spaced out today. 
Wasn't really into chatting with my Mum, my mind was on... 
other things."

Her tone had suddenly become serious, and Mulder's natural 
pessimism took the better of him. What was she worrying about 
that wouldn't let her enjoy a bit of time with her family? Now 
he was worried himself.

"Is anything the matter?" He asked, with evident concern in his
voice. 

*God* he could be so dense. She allowed a quick laugh to escape
her, in order to help him out of his misunderstanding.

"Don't be silly, Mulder. Nothing's the matter."

He relaxed.

"So what... you let your thoughts drift with the clouds for no 
particular reason?"

There was a moment of silence where Scully wondered if she 
dared. Then she just closed her eyes and said it, in a low, 
sincere voice.

"Not with the clouds, Mulder. With you." 

This time her meaning was unmistakeable, and there was only 
silence coming from the phone. She took the opportunity to add 
in barely more than a whisper "It happens often."

Yet more silence.

"Mulder, you still there?"

"I think so. I was just pinching myself to make sure." He could
feel her smiling, the mental image of which just made his heart
beat even faster. This is where he would have plunged forward 
and kissed her silly if they hadn't been on the phone.

"Listen, why don't you come over for a drink?"

"You just read my mind, Scully."

"See you in a bit, then."

"Ok, bye."



3/3


Mulder dialled for a cab with trembling fingers. He 
contemplated using his FBI credentials and pretend it was an 
emergency to make it come quicker, but the operator assured him
it would only be 5 minutes. He was overflowing with 
anticipation, his body electric and hypersensitive, his ears 
buzzing, his cock beating almost as loud as his heart. He knew 
that short of the sudden arrival of Armageddon there was no 
stopping them tonight. Sending a silent prayer to the heavens 
for just a couple more hours on this planet, he grabbed his 
keys and went out the door. 

There was a lot of traffic and the ride was slow, which gave 
him time to calm down a bit and think. Scully just effectively 
invited him into bed, that was the meaning conveyed within 
their own particular brand of communication. But nothing 
decisive had been said or done yet, and if she held true to 
character, he knew She was still going to beat around the 
bushes. He didn't take control.

Finally reaching her door, he knocked their signature knock.

"Come in!" Came her voice from inside. Mulder took the keys out
of his pocket and let himself in, finding it ridiculously hard 
to find the keyhole with his left hand.

The lights in the apartment were low, just a couple of lamps 
and what must be the dim worktop ones in the kitchen, where he 
presumed Scully was. He shrugged off his coat easily, having 
only put his good arm in the sleeve, and proceeded quietly 
through the living room. He stopped in the kitchen doorway, 
taking in the sight of her from behind. Small and shapely, 
gorgeous as ever. She was wearing a skirt and one of the low 
cut v-necks that frequently got him into trouble with the 
insistent direction of his gaze. Her hands were moving with 
precision, concentrating on slicing the lime for their drinks 
as if performing the most intricate bit of neurosurgery, buying
time before she had to turn around and face him. Mulder was 
assaulted by a sudden need to smell her scent. He stepped close
behind her, not intending at first to touch her, but finding 
himself unable to stop his hand from going to her shoulder. 
The contact felt electric as he breathed her in, his nose 
millimetres from her hair. They could both feel their 
heartbeats rising as his hand started to slide down her arm, 
now more possessively. He grabbed her wrist in a decisive 
manner, turning the palm up and instructing her wordlessly to 
drop the knife. She opened her fingers and the implement fell 
on the worktop with a clang. His hand started up her arm again, 
pressing harder, past her shoulder, to her neck. Respirations 
were becoming ragged now, and Scully spoke his name 
breathlessly.

"Mulder." 

Was it a warning? Encouragement? She didn't know herself, but 
he felt the need to eliminate any doubts. He whispered in her 
ear, caressing her neck.

"Give me one reason-"

He nuzzled the hair above her ear.

"-one good reason why I shouldn't touch you like this-"

He caught the earlobe gently between his teeth.

"-why I shouldn't make love to you right now."

Both their hearts were threatening to jump out of their chests.
Mulder closed his eyes and buried his forehead in the side of 
her head.

"We've kept this game up for too long, Scully."

She finally turned around to face him, their mouths inches 
apart, but when their eyes met it was as if God himself was 
holding his breath in their honour.

"Tell me I'm wrong."

The space of a heartbeat elapsed before Scully closed the 
distance between them.

The kiss started off hungry and passionate, yet intensity was 
climbing by the second. Groping hands fumbling desperately on 
each other's bodies,wanting to be everywhere at once, making 
coherent thought an abstract concept. When Scully found herself
inexplicably perched on the edge of the worktop, and Mulder 
found himself standing between her legs, the full significance 
of what they were doing hit them both like a ton of bricks. 
They broke the kiss, panting, and looked at each other with 
tears in their eyes, the inexpressible way they felt about each
other shining forth in shades of hazel and blue. But by now 
there was no stemming the flow of passion. A rough and 
desperate fuck may not make forthe most romantic first 
encounter, but after six years of foreplay there was no space 
for niceties. They were so far over the edge that the mere 
thought of taking things slowly would have been torturous. 
Mulder started kissing her again, beginning at the mouth, but 
travelling down her jaw and neck, sucking and biting wherever 
he landed. He half managed to pull out a breast from the top of
her v-neck, exposing the nipple, and while nibbling on that he 
slid his hand up her skirt. Scully worked open his belt and 
pants before helping him with her own underwear, and it was no 
time before her skirt was rolled up around her hips and his 
cock was looking for its way in, guided by his hand. As he 
penetrated her they held each other's gaze once more, and the 
joining of their souls combined with that of their bodies was 
so overwhelming that they thought they might upset the entropy 
of the universe with the force of their love making. His arm 
slipped tightly round her waist and she held onto his neck and 
back for dear life as the thrusts became quicker and rougher. 
Neither of them was holding back, and she could feel him ever 
deeper inside her as his cock approached the critical volume 
that would be both their undoing. It happened for Scully at the
precise moment Mulder began to ejaculate, his pleasure spilling
through her body and acting as a catalyst for her own. They 
remained speechless, panting, able only to continue ravaging 
each other with their gaze. After a moment, Mulder managed to 
speak between breaths.

"I love you ** doesn't even ** begin ** to describe it."

"No it doesn't."


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The End
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