Title: So Right
Author: SueBee
E-mail: SueBeePhile@aol.com
Summary: Truth is sweeter than fiction
Classification: MSR, RST, Post-EP smut
Rating: NC-17 for consensual sexual situations
Spoilers: Major spoilers for "H.A.D." Minor spoilers
for "Momento Mori" and anything through season
seven.
Archive: Yes to Spooky's, Gossamer, and
anyone who may want it.  If possible, drop me a line
and let me know where it is going.
Feedback: Please?  I love it!!!!!
Disclaimer: They are not mine.  I am not making any
money from this.  Please don't sue.
Author's notes at the end.
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As he felt her warm fingers wrap around his,
the same thought flooded his mind, 

Scully was still grinning over their mutual vows of
love to A.D. Skinner.  Mulder stole sideways glances
at her as she pretended not to notice.  The Bureau
credit card was clutched in her other hand, as if it were
a secret key she was afraid to lose.  He looked down
at their entwined hands and stopped in mid-stride.
Scully took another half step until she felt the tug of
his halted hand.

Turning back to face him, the smile slipped off of her
face and was replaced with a questioning gaze.

"What is it, Mulder?"

"You know, Scully, it just occurred to me that I
haven't been a very good date."

A hint of a grin hovered over her lips as she met
his stare.

"Well, I've seen better movies, but this one wasn't
your fault."

Mulder almost imperceptibly shook his head as
he continued on,

"No, Scully, that's not what I meant."

A mild look of confusion crossed her face as she
prodded him to continue.

"Mulder, what do you mean?"

"I mean..." giving her the most adoring appraisal he
could muster, "look at you.  You look so, well, you
know."

Scully self-consciously smoothed a hand over her
hair and shifted her gaze to the credit card.

Clearing her throat, she asked again,

"What do you mean?"

Taking a step back, he gave her a more thorough once
over.  Squeezing her hand, Mulder tried again.

"I mean, you look beautiful, Scully.  Your eyes,
your hair, that incredible dress.  You look absolutely
radiant and I ditched you because of a stupid movie that
got you, got *us*, so wrong."

"It's okay, Mulder.  I figured the romantic issues, um,
disturbed you?"

Uncertainty clouded her appearance as she attempted to
let go of his hand. He held on more tightly and tilted her
chin up so she could meet his eyes.

"It's not that either.  Do you think the two of us squished
into a coffin represents our relationship?"

Trying to make light of the situation, she lowered her voice
a notch.

"Well, it hasn't happened yet, but it wouldn't surprise me."

"Scully, I don't have to fall on top of you to kiss you."

Her eyes widened just enough to accompany her stunned
intake of breath.

"What?"

"I said, I don't have to fall on top of you to
kiss you."

Having gained her composure, she took a step forward.

"Then, what will it take?"

Sliding his hand down her other arm, he reached for the
credit card and waved it in front of her.

"Is it still considered a date if it's on the Bureau? I mean,
I hate to be all dressed up with nowhere to go."

Scully looked up at him with an expression he couldn't
make out. It was intense but it wasn't unwilling.

"So, ask me."

Mulder leaned down and whispered in her ear,

"Come with me tonight."

Scully nodded her acceptance as she let him escort
her away from the movie set and out of the building.

As Mulder held open her car door, Scully paused and
eyed him curiously.

"So, Mulder, what are we going to do?"

Smiling in spite of himself, he decided to give nothing
away.

"Come on, Scully.  Don't you like surprises?"

"Not particularly."

"Then I'll give you a hint."

Sliding into her seat, she looked up at him and
waited.  He gently closed the door and leaned
into the open window.  Mulder contemplated
her a moment, smiled more broadly, and then got
in on his side.

After starting the car, he took her hand and rubbed
his thumb along the soft, warm surface.  He liked
being free to touch her like this.  He liked it a lot.

"Well?"

"Well, what?"

Scully let out a frustrated huff of air and turned
toward him.

"Mulder, my hint?"

He took her hand and ran his lips along the pulse
at her wrist. It was slow and steady.  For now.

He leaned in toward her and came within an inch of
her expectant mouth.

"Scully?"

"Yes, Mulder?"

"Scully, we are going to live like the undead."

She rolled her eyes and backed away so she could
focus on him.

"That's my hint?"

"Yes."

"You're serious?"

"Yes."

Crossing her legs away from him, she stared out
through the smudged windshield.

"Mulder, why don't I find that comforting?"

He pocketed the bureau credit card and maneuvered
the sedan onto the highway.

"Trust me."

"Tell me we aren't going to a real grave yard."

He chuckled as he glanced in her direction.

"No, but I can arrange it if you have your heart set
on it. I have a friend who has a map to all the resting
places of the..."

She quickly interjected, "No, no, that's okay."

"...stars."

A quiet fell between the two as Mulder drove and
Scully stared out the window.  The myriad of lights
danced and reflected off of her pale skin while she
took in the scenery.

He could see the tension and wariness on her face
as she tried to figure out the hint.

"Scully?"

"Yeah, Mulder?"

"Trust me."

She gave in to the pleading tone of his voice and
released a pent up breath.  She licked her dry mouth
and decided to just go with it.

The hum of the car engine serenaded them as they
continued their journey.  Scully remained ensconced
in the view of Hollywood as Mulder pulled the car into
the hotel parking lot. Becoming aware of her
surroundings, Scully sounded tense again.

"This is our date?"

"Not exactly."

"Aren't we going somewhere?"

"Sort of..." Mulder replied as he put the car in park
and exited on his side.

He pulled at her hand as he helped her out of the
car and into the hotel.  He refused to let go as he
escorted her to her room.  The lighting was dim and
the thick plush of the hallway carpet muffled their steps.
Scully tried to control her overwhelming sense of
disappointment as she resigned herself to the thought
of pizza and whatever was showing on HBO.

Inwardly sighing, she slipped the key in the door and
looked back at Mulder.

"Aren't you coming in?"

"No."

"Changed your mind?"

Smiling, he responded,

"No."

"Well, then, I'll change and knock on your door
after I find the takeout menu."

He lifted a finger to her lips to silence her.

"Scully, don't change that dress.  Freshen up if you
want. I will be back to get you in an hour."

With that, he closed the door behind him.  The
reversal from disappointment to excitement left
Scully suspended in the middle of her hotel room.



She slipped her heels off and walked over to the
vanity mirror.  When she looked up, she saw her
reflection smiling stupidly back at her.



She brushed her hair and slid the head band back
through her tresses.  She liked the new style.  She
thought it was finally something different from the
usual business 'do.  Truth be told, she was even
going to allow herself to think it made her look
younger.  Considering her excitement for this date,
she felt like a teenager again.

Checking her watch, she figured she had plenty of time
to add some finishing touches.  With the application of
some lotion, a bit more perfume, and just another hint
of lipstick, she felt ready.  The problem was, she still
had a half an hour to wait.



That left her with just enough time and not enough time
to do anything else.  She turned on some music and
decided to just sit it out.

Promptly thirty minutes later, there was a sharp knock
on the door.  Scully stood up quickly to answer it but
didn't want to seem to eager.  Her heart was actually
pounding.



On the second knock, she opened the door.  There
stood Mulder, or what she could see of him.  A
bouquet of roses blocked her view of his face.

"Mulder?"

He lowered the flowers and handed them to her.

"For you, Scully."

"Thank you."

Her hand brushed his as she accepted the gift.
They were beautiful.  The last time Mulder gave
her flowers was on the pretense that he stole them
from another patient in the hospital.  She could not
stop herself from smiling.  She looked at them in
wonder as Mulder took them back out of her hand
and placed them on the table.

Upset by the removal, she complained,

"But Mulder, they need water.  They are so beautiful
and I don't want them to go to waste."

He soothed her, "Don't worry Scully, it will be taken
care of."

She looked from the roses back to Mulder and then at
the roses again.

"You look so beautiful, Scully."

It was so soft, it was practically a whisper.  She could
feel the heat rise in her face from the low tones in his
voice.

"Thanks, so do you.  I mean, you, uh, look very
handsome."

His eyes never left hers as he held out his arm.

"Shall we?"

Taking his arm, she let him guide her out the door
and out of the hotel.

As they stood outside the building, Scully couldn't
help but ask an obvious question.

"So, where's the car?"

"Right where I left it"

"Then, where are we going?"

"You'll see."

Her exasperation at his reluctance to speak almost got
the best of her until she heard what she swore sounded
like the clip-clop of horse hooves.  As the carriage came
into view and halted in front of them, Scully stared at
Mulder in amazement.  He climbed aboard and held his hand
out to help her up.

"You're kidding?"

"No, I'm not. "

She grasped his hand and he pulled her in without effort.
As they got comfortable on the bench, Scully saw the
ice bucket full of Dom Perignon.

"Mulder, I'm impressed."

He put his arm around her and nuzzled her ear with his
soft lips.

"The night's not over yet."

Scully sipped champagne and enjoyed the view of
Griffith Park rolling by.  Mulder never took his eyes
off of her.

"Where are we going?"

"You'll see."

The carriage stopped at the bottom of an incline.  Mulder
grabbed a basket and jumped down.

"Come on Scully, you up for a walk?"

They walked for what seemed like miles to her poor
aching feet.  Finally, they stopped at what appeared
to be an observatory. Mulder set the basket down
and began to unpack it.

"Where are we, Mulder?"

"This doesn't look familiar? Look up."

When Scully moved her gaze from her sore feet up to
Mulder, and then over his shoulder, she saw it.  It was
the "Hollywood" sign.



"Mulder, I can't believe this.  I never knew..."

"That I had it in me?" he finished for her.

"Come sit down and partake in some of these
goodies."

Taking off her high heels, she joined him for more
champagne and some strawberries.  They were
delicious.  As Mulder placed another sweet fruit in
her mouth, she closed her eyes and savored the
taste.

"God Mulder, these are wonderful.  Why aren't you
eating?"

Mulder rested on his elbow and looked up at her
with dark eyes.

"I'm enjoying myself just watching you."

He traced his hand along the side of her face and
rested it on the curve of her neck. The air around
them seemed to change when she looked into his
eyes.  They glittered and sparkled like the stars above
them.  Before she could stop herself, she closed the
distance and pressed her lips to his.  The movement
knocked him on his back but she didn't stop kissing
him.  The feel of his soft full lips against hers tasted
better than anything she had had that evening.
Mulder recovered from the initial shock quickly and
wrapped his arms around her waist, drawing her closer.
She lifted her head a bit and looked down on him.

"I guess I had to fall on you."

His voice was raspy, as he pulled her neck to his lips
and began to trail warm wet kisses up her ear.

"Yeah, well, we're not in a coffin, so give me a little credit."

Her hands moved up his shoulders as she pressed soft
sweet kisses back toward his mouth.

"I give you credit, Mulder.  Tonight has been wonderful."

His mouth claimed hers again and she felt as if she
couldn't get her body close enough to him.  Her lips
parted as he brushed his tongue along the tender
curve of her mouth.  She pressed into him as a low
moan edged out of Mulder's throat.  Her pulse sped
up and she could feel her heart pound against
her ribcage.

This was so right....

"Ahem, uh, Mr. Mulder?"

Scully scrambled off of him as she met the very
embarrassed eyes of the carriage driver.

Mulder looked a bit thunderstruck as he stood up.

"Yes?"

"Sir, your time is almost up.  I will be needing to
get the horses back to the set."

Mulder chanced a glance at Scully but she was
busying herself by putting her shoes back on.

"Oh, sure. Fine.  We'll be right there."

He haphazardly tossed the food back in the
basket and reached for Scully's hand.
To his relief, she was smiling.

She tugged on his hand until she was level with
his ear.

"Please tell me there is more where that came
from."

He stopped in his tracks and looked down at
her.

"Scully, there is always more."

As they descended down the hill, he added,

"But I don't think there will be any more
interruptions."

The trip back to the hotel was spent in silence.
Each was afraid to speak and break the magical spell
that seemed to surround them. The driver kept his
back straight and his eyes forward.  Scully smiled at
this when Mulder nodded in his direction.  He grasped
for her hand and she let their fingers play and flirt.
He ran his thumb in tiny circles around her wrist as
she scooted closer and leaned against him.

The ride seemed over to soon, as Mulder helped her
down and slipped the driver his tip.  They laughed
when he shifted his eyes to them and blushed. The
carriage took off while they entered the hotel and
made their way to their rooms.

Scully knew it was the same hallway, but the lights
seemed dimmed just for them.  Silly she thought,
but at this point, anything was possible.  They walked
slowly and held hands along the way.  As they reached
her door, she paused in an effort to figure out how to get
him to come inside.  When she looked up and started to
speak, he was looking at her intently with eyes
that glittered with promise.

"Scully, do you still trust me?"

Her gaze never wavered when she responded.

"You know I do, Mulder.  With everything I have."

He looked surprisingly pleased as he took both of her
hands and pulled her to the spot in front of his room.

He took her face in his hands and looked at her in all
seriousness.

"I know you might not be ready for this and I might be
jumping to conclusions but..."

Scully ran her fingers along the lapels of his jacket and
slowly looked up and met his eyes.  She thought her
voice barely sounded like her own when she said,

"Mulder, open the door."

"Okay, but close your eyes."

He tugged at his tie and unknotted it.  He pulled it free
and asked her again,

"Trust me?"

She nodded as she felt the black silk of the tie slip
over her eyelids. He tied it gently yet firmly around
her and opened the door.  He led her inside and guided
her toward a chair.  She gingerly sat down as she
felt the electricity build in her stomach.

"Mulder, what are you doing?"

She could hear him shuffle around making mysterious
preparations.

"Just a second, Scully"

The room grew quiet as she strained to hear what
was going on. She was startled when Mulder placed
his hand over hers.  It felt large and it's warmth was
encompassing.  She could hear her own breathing when
she felt his other hand slide down her smooth stocking
clad leg. Mulder first removed one shoe and then the
other.  He whispered to her and the heat from his
breath tickled along the shell of her ear.

"Will you dance with me?"

He pulled her from the chair and she held on tightly
in an effort to gain her footing.

"There's no music, Mulder."

He drew her close and wrapped his arms around her.

"No, not yet."

He ran his fingers softly up her back and untied her
blindfold. She prepared to blink at harsh brightness but
was greeted instead by soft candle light.  Scully looked
around at the flickering candles and saw that they were
placed everywhere around the room.  To her delight,
her cherished roses were in a vase on a night stand
next to the bed.

He gave a seductive smile.

"I told you they would be taken care of."

Returning the gesture she asked,

"Now what?"

He pressed play on a mini stereo by the table.
Scully couldn't quite recall the name of the artist
but the music was slow and bluesy.

Mulder held out his hand and she accepted
his invitation.

He had removed his jacket and shoes so they
were both swaying together in stockinged feet.
They fumbled a bit as Mulder placed his hand on
her lower back and drew her near.  They fought
for just the right feet placement and Scully
accidentally stepped on his foot.  She felt the
blush creep up her cheeks as she mumbled her
apology.  He smoothed his hand up her back and
down again in short, electrifying strokes.  He
looked almost serene but the drum beat of his
heart against Scully's ear gave him away.

She looked up at him then with a question that
had been troubling her all night.

"Mulder?"

She could feel his chest rumble when he
responded, "Yes, Scully?"

"When you said we were going to live like the
undead, what did you mean?"

He pulled away from her and looked at her
steadily.

"You don't remember why I said the dead try
to come back to life as the undead?"

She shook her head and tried not to stare at
his mouth. He had no problem gazing at hers
as he explained,

"The undead come back to eat, drink, dance,
and..."

Scully finished, "Make love."

He whispered, "That's right."

Scully stepped forward and placed both of her
tiny feet toe to toe with his much larger ones.
The shadows in the room did nothing to hide the
desire in her eyes as she looked up at him and
made her request.

"Make love to me, Mulder."

He stared at her and then nodded in disbelief.

"I was hoping you would say that."

His head descended as his arms pulled her near.
He sealed his lips to hers while she urged him
toward the bed.  He pulled her up in his
arms until her feet no longer touched the floor.
When his legs hit the edge of the bed he eased
her down on it and bent on his knees.
Their breathing grew ragged as they tried to touch,
to taste, to be everywhere at once.

She faintly heard the music in some surreal far
off place as the heat of Mulder's mouth captured
the sensitive skin at the base of her neck.  He
groaned as she clawed at the buttons of his shirt.
No matter how hard she tried, the damn things
wouldn't come undone.  Frustrated by her lack of
progress, she yanked at the seams and saw the first
four buttons fly off.  She was somewhat satisfied
until she realized he was wearing a T-shirt underneath
the dress shirt.  Reaching for the hem she tugged it
free from his pants and ran hot wet kisses along the
expanse of his stomach.

"Off, Mulder.  Take this off."

"God, Scully..." was Mulder's only response as he
helped her free him of the offending material.  The
golden candle glow bathed Mulder's smooth skin.
He did look beautiful.  Feeling rewarded for her
efforts, Scully scooted up the bed.

Mulder soon followed and hovered above her.
She could feel the heat between them in tangible
electrifying waves. It pulsed between them.
Before she could say anything else, his hands were
on her again, squeezing and stroking her with
amazing finesse.  He ran kisses down her neck
and along one bare shoulder.

He kneaded her thighs and rubbed down to her calves.
He slid down her body until he was at her feet.  She
propped herself on one elbow and removed her
headband from her now disheveled hair.  Scully looked
down at Mulder as he began caressing her ankles with
the tips of his fingers.  She never knew that could feel
so good.
When he reached her calves again, he applied more
pressure and Scully moaned her appreciation.  Her body
stilled when his hands went under her skirt and touched
the tops of her bare thighs.

His head came up in one slow aroused gesture.

"Stockings?"

She nodded as a thankful smile creased his face.
He pushed up her skirt and placed a heated tender
kiss on her inner thigh.  She jumped at the contact
but he would not relent.  He laved his tongue in erotic
patterns over the bared flesh.

He applied the same wonderful torture to her other thigh
until Scully let out an uncontrollable whimper.  He eased
off one stocking and then the other. Mulder looked
adoringly at her small but shapely legs.  His hands
traced their way back up her thighs in a slow enticing
dance. She arched toward him and pulled his lips to hers.
Mouths met, pulled away, and joined again.  Her hands
were on his shoulders, encouraging him closer, needing
him anywhere and everywhere.

He sucked in a sweet pulsating movement along her ear
and down her throat. He edged his way down her body
as she tried to pull him against her.

Her pulse was pounding in her ears as he took a hold of
her panties and slid them down her body.

"Yes, oh, yes...." she panted.

He made no move to remove the rest of his clothing as
he poised himself between her legs.

Taking in the sight of her mostly nude body was his
undoing.  He took one leg in his hands and trailed
kisses from her ankle to her knee.  She shivered at the
warm, wet contact.  Up he went, on to her thigh, kissing
and sucking at the tender flesh.  Her thighs came apart,
allowing him any access he wanted.

He continued his onslaught until she felt his warm breath
on her womanhood.  Before she could feel self-conscious,
she felt his tongue slide up her in one erotic sweep.  She
clutched the covers on either side of her as she waited for
more.  She could feel and hear him hum his delight as he
stroked her again and again.

She moaned as he found just the spot he was looking for,
flicking and circling it with his tongue.  She knew she was
moaning but she couldn't stop.  Scully felt the sweet, hot
prickly need surge from her belly down to her thighs.
She sensed the tightening of her walls as he slid his fingers
into her and pumped, once, twice, over and over.  She felt
liquefied as her muscles began to tremble from the
pleasure he was giving her.  Around his tongue circled and
deeper she throbbed, each sensation growing stronger with
each thrust of his hand.  Pleasure finally overtook her as
she screamed out his name and pulsed in deep satisfying
surges against him.

Scully watched him kiss her stomach as he waited for her to
come back down.  Her breathing slowed a bit but nothing
would keep her from wanting him with her.

"Mulder?"

He looked at her with hazy passion filled eyes.

"Come here."

He slid his body next to hers as he felt the ebb and
flow of their ragged breathing.  

Looking down at her crumpled dress, he smiled a
bit sheepishly.

"I think it's about time we took this off."

She undressed and he undressed as each watched
for the next inch of skin to be bared.  When each article of
clothing fell to the floor, the sexual tension notched up
another level.

Mulder rested his back against the headboard as he
unbuckled, unzipped and did what he could to free
himself.  Scully never moved her eyes from his as she
slipped off her dress and stood nude in front of him.

He smiled and she smiled as he held his hand out to her.
Climbing on the bed, she straddled the taut muscles of his
thighs.  Perched on her knees, she leaned forward and
sucked gently on his lower lip.  She teased and taunted
his mouth with the tip of her tongue.  When he moved
forward to make his claim, she eased back just enough to
leave him wanting so much more.  Mulder's hands rested
on her hips and gently squeezed with every stroke of
her tongue.

He had to have more.

"Scully, I need you.  Please..."

She sealed his lips with hers and explored
his beautiful mouth.  She gave and he took everything
she had.

His hands moved to cup her breasts and she moaned
into his mouth.  He traced her nipples with his thumbs
and encased her pliant flesh with his palms.  Reaching
up, he pushed back her shoulders and pulled a firm
nipple into his mouth.  With each tug of his mouth, she
found herself thrusting her center along the hardened
length of him.

She needed more.

She rose up a bit and guided the turgid length of him to her.
He stopped and waited for her next move.  Eye to eye, the
moment came. Slowly, she slid down and impaled herself
to the hilt.  They both gasped at the sensation that felt so
new, yet was as old as time itself.  Mulder held on to her
hips as she ascended above him and circled down around
him.  He surrendered control to her as her body rose and
fell in thrust after sweet, deep thrust.  Her back arched as
she deepened and changed the angle of his penetration.
She cried out as she came down upon him again
and again.

Their bodies meshed in a series of erotic movements that
left them clinging, grasping at each other for dear life.
Scully thrust down and Mulder thrust up in an unbearable
rhythm.  He felt her tighten around him and knew that she
was coming close again.  Slick with sweat, and throbbing
with need, their bodies slipped and slid into each other.

Scully's head fell back as she tried to form Mulder's name
on her lips. All she could do was moan as he joined her in
climax.  Thrust after thrust, they met and united as they
rode out the waves of pleasure together.

She fell forward and rested her head on his neck,
kissing the rapid pulse beneath her lips.  He splayed
trembling fingers along her back and did his best to get
his breathing under control.

Later, their heart rates calmed and the music came back
into focus. They lay entwined listening contentedly to the
huffs of their breathing.

They drifted into the sleepy haze that comes after making
love.  Arms tangled and bodies spooned together in warm,
peaceful comfort.

Mulder whispered in her ear, "Scully?"

Smiling against his arm, she replied "Yes, Mulder?"

"They got something else wrong in the movie."

"What's that?"

"He didn't tell her that he loved her."

She snuggled against him and responded,

"She didn't tell him either."

He turned her to face him as he searched her eyes for
the truth that was lying there.

"I say we forget about the movie and do it right."

She kissed him softly and whispered,

"We already did."

The End

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Author's notes: I would like to thank my sister
for all of the wonderful "date ideas."  Moreover,
I want to thank MellyB and Rio for their beta
services.  You helped me so much!
As always, thanks to the shippers
at the Haven for their input and encouragement.
You guys are the best.

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