Title: Burning Fire Author: Wildafox0619 E-mail: wildafox0619@yahoo.fr Feedback: Yes, please!! Rating: NC-17 Beta-readers : Tali, xdksfan Category: MSR, Post-Ep Spoilers: Fire Disclaimer: Not mine; XF characters belong to 1013 Productions. "Blue Eyes" lyrics were used without permission. Summary: An invitation to Lord Marsden's party in a posh hotel ignites the fire between Mulder and Scully a few days after Phoebe Green has left for London. Notes: Written for A Virtual Season of Smut. I believe that, in season one, it was possible that Mulder and Scully explored the physical part of their relationship. Their lives were less complicated than in the later years and it was clear, at least to me, that they were willing to jump into bed ;). Visit my website : http://perso.wanadoo.fr/wildafox0619/ *** Scully entered the basement, carrying a bundle of mail. It was her usual morning routine to drop by the mail room before heading to the office. In return, Mulder made the morning coffee. He had learned early on in their partnership that a 'Scully-without-coffee' in the morning was not an experience to be repeated. "Morning, Scully," he said cheerfully, handing her a mug of fresh brewed coffee. "Thanks Mulder," she answered, only after taking a healthy mouthful of the beverage. Setting down her mug on Mulder's desk, she started to sort through the mail. She was surprised to find an invitation from Lord Marsden, the man they had saved from Cecil L'Ively. After rereading the invite she offered it to Mulder. "Mulder, read this." He took the cream coloured card and snorted. "Lord and Lady Marsden are hosting a banquet in the Four Seasons Hotel and they are inviting us?" "What's wrong with that, Mulder? After all, we solved the case. I guess it's their way of saying thank you." "Yeah, but it's black tie!" he whined. "That didn't seem to bother you in Boston ..or was it the company that made the difference," she snapped. She had hoped for a few seconds that he would be happy to go with her. Then she remembered that she wasn't , to say the least, his type. "That was a case, Scully." "Oh really, so kissing 'work colleagues' is how you usually handle a case?" She turned away from him but he caught her arm before she could leave the office. He forgot that some women liked to go to that kind of party. And the Marsden's were also providing a suite that he wouldn't be able to afford on his salary. It was a unique offer and maybe he could, for once, do something nice for his partner. She'd seemed happy when she had first read the invitation. "We could go, Scully. If you really want to, that is." "You sure? I don't want you to feel obligated" She asked, a spark of hope shining in her eyes. "Yeah. I wouldn't mind the opportunity to see Agent Scully without the gun and the badge," he winked at her. "It's a date." Smiling widely she exited the office, leaving Mulder feeling extremely pleased with himself. She was a beautiful woman, despite hiding her luscious form under shapeless suits, but he knew what her body looked like. Eidetic memory could be a bitch sometimes but not in this case. Like any hot blooded man, Mulder had lots of fantasies and more and more recently his partner played a large part in them. "Don't go there" he admonished himself, feeling the usual tingling in his crotch when he dared thinking about getting her naked. He sat down and tried to get back to work. *** Mulder was supposed to pick her up but at the last minute, she called him to say she was running late and they'd better meet in the Four Seasons' reception. He paced nervously, feeling uncomfortable in his tux, wondering what Scully would be wearing. It was the first time since they'd been partnered that they were going together to a social gathering. It was playing with fire and he knew it. He'd been attracted to her since she had come to his motel room, in Bellefleur, in nothing but a dressing gown and underwear. The sight of her semi naked body had melted his heart. Day by day, the slight attraction he felt upon their first case together, had changed into something closer to love. Her intelligence was as addictive as her body. He knew it was wrong, that he wasn't supposed to feel that way about his partner. But he couldn't help it and he felt that tonight would see the last wall crumble, the one that was keeping him from acting on his feelings. He turned toward the entrance for the hundredth time and gasped. Here she was. Scully smiled at the sight of her partner dressed in his tux. Ellen had been right on target with the dress she convinced her to buy. It was exactly what was needed to capture his interest. The long ocean blue dress was held up by thin spaghetti straps. The bodice hugged all the right parts and showed a bit of cleavage. She had bought a matching silk shawl, a blue handbag and some high heeled black shoes .Her hair was clipped in a French twist, some free wisps falling around her face. She wore discreet make up and her pearl earrings. She felt really beautiful and judging from the look of Mulder's face, he thought so too. He went to her, smiling. "Evening Scully." "Evening Mulder, sorry I'm late." "No big deal..You look beautiful, Scully." "Thanks. You're not bad yourself." "Thank you". He held his arm out to escort her and she linked her arm through his. "Let's go, Dana." "Does that mean I get to call you Fox?" He cringed a little. He hated his first name so he decided that they should both continue to use their last names. Maybe it would help him keep control of the situation. "I don't think so, Scully. Let's get this show on the road." ::: Apart from talking with the Marsdens to thank them, it wasn't easy to mingle with a bunch of socialites who didn't give a damn about two FBI agents, so Mulder and Scully kept to themselves and enjoyed all the fine champagne and delicious food that was on offer. Starting to feel a little bit tipsy as she was not used to drinking so much, Scully excused herself to go to the hallway outside of the ballroom to get some fresh air. She still could hear the band singing "Blue Eyes", but it was less stuffy. She jumped when someone touched her shoulder. "You okay, Scully?" "Yeah. It was just suffocating in there." She turned fully towards him and suddenly felt hotter than she had a few minutes ago. He looked so sexy and being a bit drunk didn't help her to keep cool. He smiled boldly, seeing the effect he had on her. He'd had a bit too much bubbly too and he was feeling a lot more free with his emotions. Taking a step closer, he whispered sexily: "You wanna dance?" "Yeah." She stepped into his arms and he held her tight. She rested her cheek against his chest and closed her eyes. They swayed to the music, enjoying the close contact. Somewhere, the rational part in Scully screamed danger but she chose to ignore it. She'd been wondering what it would feel like to be in his arms, being the center of his attention, ever since she had seen him with Phoebe Greene. She wasn't disappointed. She felt good. She felt light. She felt hot. He lowered his mouth to hers and whispered the lyrics of Elton John's song: "Blue eyes Baby's got blue eyes Like a clear blue sky Watching over me Blue eyes I love blue eyes When I'm by her side Where I long to be I will see." She shivered. His voice was a real turn-on. He tightened his embrace and got a good whiff of her perfume. Boldness overtook him as his blood rushed south. Suddenly, he stopped dancing and, lowering his head, captured her mouth with his, kissing her sweetly, applying slight pressure. She didn't push him away, responding to his kiss by pushing her tongue between his lips. What started as a chaste kiss soon became a passionate one. He pulled her body as close to his as he could and ground his erection against her belly, moaning at the contact. She gasped, thrilled at the effect she had on him. She silently thanked Ellen one more time for making her choose the right outfit, and sexy matching underwear. The thought of his reaction upon seeing her new lacy purchases set another thrill through her already buzzing body. They came up for air, breathless and hot. She raised her eyes to his and what she saw in his gaze aroused her once more. This time, when he rubbed his hard-on against her silk covered belly, it was she who moaned. No words were necessary. They disengaged from their embrace and, hand in hand, went to the bank of elevators. The suite reserved for them by the Marsdens was the obvious choice because Mulder didn't think he would have been able to drive back to her apartment. He needed to have her. Now. Nothing was more important at the moment even if somewhere, deep inside, he knew that going down this road would make everything more complicated. But right now, she had ignited a fire in him that only she could extinguish. *** The elevator ride was pure torture. An older couple took the same car so they had to behave until they reached their level. They literally ran to their suite and, once inside, he pushed her against the wall and kissed her hungrily. She grabbed his scrumptious ass and squeezed it. He ran his hands down her legs and raised her dress, discovering she was wearing thigh high stockings. "You keep unfolding like a flower, Scully," he whispered, ridiculously pleased by her choice of underwear. She just smiled sweetly at him, feigning a shyness that she really wasn't feeling. She kissed him again, and while her tongue explored his mouth, his fingers roved higher until they came in contact with the silky material of her panties. He groaned and his level of arousal went up another notch. What little resistance he had over his hormones fled out of the window. He reached for the zipper at the back of her dress and deftly lowered it. It pooled at her feet revealing her sexy undergarments. She was wearing a strapless lacy blue merry widow with matching bikini panties. She was beautiful. He fell to his knees before her and lowered her panties. She watched him through her lashes, entranced by the sight of him at her feet, moistening his lips with hunger. His fingers went to the apex of her thighs and spread her folds to reveal her engorged clitoris, peeking out from its hood. He dived in and gave it a good swipe of his tongue, causing her knees to buckle. She had been wet since they had started dancing in the hallway and now she was on the edge. It was too much. She wanted him inside her. There would be time to discover each other later but she needed him now. She touched his hair gently to get his attention. He understood what she wanted after just one look into her lust filled eyes. She was as far gone as he was. He stood up and unbuckled his belt while she stepped out of her underwear. She reached for his zipper and got rid of his pants and boxers in one swift motion, revealing his glorious hard-on. The purple head was glistening with pre-cum. She couldn't resist the urge to touch him and she took him in her hands, squeezing lightly. He jerked in her hand, moaning. "God, Scully. Now." he hissed. She nodded, the ability to speak failing her. He lifted her against the wall. She wrapped her arms around his neck while he positioned himself and he entered her to the hilt in one thrust. He stopped for a moment, trying to find a semblance of control, but it was for nought as Scully had no intention of waiting and began to move on her own, giving him no choice but to start pumping into her. Picking up his rhythm, he started slamming into her, grinding his pubic bone against her clit at every thrust. It was just what she needed, and soon she was moaning out her climax. With one last powerful thrust, their moans of ecstasy mingled in the darkness of the room. Slowly, they slid to the floor, completely spent. A line had been crossed and there was no going back. But right this minute, they both just wanted to savour the closeness that this evening had brought, and attempt to put out the sparks that had been flying between them all evening.