Date sent: Sun, 25 Jan 1998 22:00:12 -0600 (CST) From: "M. Beecher" Subject: Random Thoughts (1/1) by Amatia TITLE: Random Thoughts (1/1) by Amatia AUTHOR: Amatia EMAIL ADDRESS: violinst@pitnet.net DISTRIBUTION STATEMENT: Please forward to ATXC. Archive at Gossamer. Attach my name if this is archived elsewhere. SPOILER WARNING: none RATING: PG-13 CONTENT WARNING: MSR CLASSIFICATION: S/R (Pre-XF) SUMMARY: Dana's Birthday Party Disclaimer: The characters from the television show, "The X-Files" used in this story are the property of Chris Carter, 1013 Productions, and Fox Broadcasting. No infringement is intended. Random Thoughts Pre-XF Dana's Birthday "Oh come on, Dana! You've been working nonstop. You need some time off from all that studying. And besides, little sister, it's your birthday." "Melissa..." "Just one drink. Then I'll let you go, okay?" Dana Scully didn't like the little twinkle she saw in her sister's eye. "All right," she answered relucantly. "Great!" Melissa grinned, and Dana wondered what she was getting herself into. She followed Missy to the car, rolling her eyes along the way. She could never resist Melissa's pleas to do anything, and they usually ended up in some sort of trouble. Melisaa slid behind the wheel and started the car. "So, any new men in your life, Miss Scully?" "Really, Melissa. You know me better than that." "I have to pry for Mom." Melissa laughed. Dana chuckled dryly. "So where are we going?" "Murphy's Bar." Melissa turned the corner. "It's only a few minutes away." "I know where it is," Dana said. Melissa reached over and flipped on the radio. A soft country tune spilled out. Melissa tapped her fingers on the steering wheel in time with the bass guitar. She turned another corner. The bright lights of Murphy's shone ahead, and Dana wished she hadn't come. Right now all she wanted to do was go home and sleep. But Melissa didn't think that was appropriate birthday behavior, so here she was on the way to a bar. Oh well, maybe if she got drunk enough she'd finally get a decent night's sleep. Melissa parked the car, and they got out. She held the door of the building open for Dana. "Surprise!" A dozen voices shouted. Dana felt herself turn red as Melissa hugged her. "Thanks Mel," she said, with just a touch of sarcasm. As she made her way through the crowd, Dana noted that the people in the room were all female with the exception of a man, wearing a suit, standing by the jukebox. Dana sighed inwardly. Melissa wenr over to the guy, and whispered into his ear. He nodded, and Melissa stood on a chair, clapping her hands to get everyone's attention. "Hey! You all know it's Dana's birthday, right?" "Right!" Voices chorused back. "Then let's give her a good time, you hear!" "Yeah!" People were clapping, hugging her, and all Dana could think was, . Someone handed her a drink, and she tossed it down. Maybe this wouldn't be too bad if she was drunk. The guy put a quarter in the jukebox, and came over to her. "Care to dance, birthday girl?" Hands pushed Dana into his arms, and he led her onto the dance floor. "My name's Fox," he said. "I'm Dana." "I know." His hands were around her waist, and she had to admit he was a good dancer. "Can I ask a question?" she whispered. "Shoot." "How much is my sister paying you?" Fox grinned. "I don't think I should tell you that." "I think you should." "Let's just say she'd not paying me enough to put me through college." "You're a college student?" "Yeah. We've got off right now." "Where at?" "Oxford." He turned slightly pink. "Well, I certainly hope she's not paying you that much." Fox laughed. His hands got a little tighter around her waist, and he pulled her a little closer. "You go to school, too?" "Yeah. In med school." "All your sister told me was that I had to be really sweet to you, because you're a sensitive lady." "Only my sister would tell someone that." Dana sighed. "Hey, don't be embarrassed. I like sensitive women. Besides, it's your birthday, you're supposed to be happy." She looked into his eyes. "I wish it wasn't. Then I could be home, dealing with my insomnia, instead of here, dealing with crazy family members." "You think they're crazy?" "Well, I think my mom probably put in some of that money you're getting." She leaned her head against his chest. "I thought maybe if I came with Mel and got drunk, I'd get a decent night's sleep for once." "And a headache in the morning," he whispered. "That, too." Dana chuckled. The song ended, and Melissa came over. "Now that you two have had a chance to get acquainted, someone has a job to do." She looked rather pointedly at Fox, who let go of a slightly disappointed Dana. "I'm going to tell your sister she doesn't need to pay me," he whispered in her ear, "just consider this your birthday present from a secret admirer. You're a beautiful woman, Dana." She got another drink from the bar as Fox strode to the center of the room and kiched off his shoes. Most of the women took chairs around him. Melissa propelled Dana into a chair in the front. "Enjoy yourself, little sister," she whispered. Fox stood in front of Dana and fingered his tie. Then he slowly removed it, moving his hips to the slow tempo of the song that was playing. He dropped the tie in her lap. Next, he slid his suit jacket off, and tossed it onto an empty chair. His eyes locked with hers as he began to unbutton his shirt at a maddeningly slow pace. Dana forgot that there were other people in the room, and it became just her and this man, alone. His gaze captured her, told her things unspeakable, as his hands moved down his chest to his belt. He unbuckled it and dropped it into her lap, where it lay with the tie. Fox's shirt slid off and floated to the floor. His gaze was still locked with Dana's as he danced in front if her. He came closer, and, leaning down, caught her lips in his. Her whole world dissolved at the sweet pressure. She wanted to pull him down to her, but resisted, letting her lips tell him that she was tempted, so much, by him. He backed away, rotating his hips. She watched with wide eyes, and swollen lips. His hands drifted to his waitband, slipping the button through it's buttonhole, and dragging the zipper down. Dana felt her body respond violently to the erotic image this man made. Fox...even his name was sexy. But her logical mind was quickly muffled as Fox stepped out of his pants. He handed them to a woman to his right. His eyes hadn't left Dana's. He pushed down one edge of his black silk boxers, showing her the red briefs underneath. She raised her eyebrows at him, and he almost started to laugh. Dana thought. He drifted close to her again. "Temptress," he whispered in her ear. She grinned. Another slow song began, and Fox slid his fingers underneath the waistband of his boxers, lowering them an inch or so at a time, while he rocked his hips and swayed to the music. Finally, they fell to the floor, and he stepped out. Dana caught her breath. Seeing her reaction, Fox came close to her, once again, and this time pulled her from her chair and into his arms. He fit his red-clad pelvis against hers as the other women watched. Dana became aware of the eyes on her, and blushed. Fox tipped his head toward hers, his breath tickling her ear. "When the party's done..." he whispered. "Let me take you home." "Okay..." she breathed. Fox let her go, and began to pick up his clothes as the song ended. Everyone clapped, and Dana held out his belt and tie to him. He took only the belt. "Keep the tie, Dana." She smiled, a secret smile, and slid it into her bag. Finishing her drink, she waited until Fox exited the bathroom, clothed, and then went over to her sister. "Mel, thanks for the, um, stripper, but I'm out of here. Bad headache. You stay, and enjoy. I'll get a cab." Melissa waved her away. "All right, if you insist." Dana saw her sister's eyes flick toward Fox, and had a feeling that Melissa knew exactly why she was leaving. The real reason. She left the building, and waited around the corner. Fox came out, and she laid a hand on his arm. "Hey there." "Hi. Still want that lift?" "I think you know the answer to that," she whispered. He bent his head, and his lips caught hers. she thought. After a few moments, he broke the embrace. "I don't want to do this if it's only the alcohol making you respond." "I swear, I won't regret this." "You seem like the type who doesn't make a habit of this." "I've never gone home with someone I've just met before." He kissed her one more time. "Thank you for saying that, it makes me feel special." They got into his car, a used Neon. He drove to a tiny apartment building on the west side of town, not saying much. He got out first, and held the door for her. "Thanks," Dana said. His hand on her back, he ushered her inside his building. When they were inside his apartment, Fox tossed their coats aside and pulled Dana to him. "I don't make a habit of doing this, either." Then his mouth was covering hers, and all she could think of was that she'd never done anything that had ever felt so right as being here in his arms. Fox's fingers found the buttons on her shirt, and Dana shivered in the blast of cool air... that woke her Melissa pulled back her comforter. "Wake up, birthday girl!" Dana blinked, and sat up. "Wha..?" Melissa bounced on her bed. "You haven't forgotten it's your birthday, have you?" "No..." Dana was still drowsy with sleep, and that wonderful dream. "Well, get up. We're doing sister stuff today." Dana raised her eyebrows at Melissa. "Such as?" "It's a secret." "You're not taking me to Murphy's, are you?" she asked. Melissa wrinkled her nose. "That seedy joint? Dana, you nuts?" Dana laughed. "I was just checking." "I wouldn't go there if my life depended on it." Dana pulled her blanket away from her sister and covered her cold legs. "Mel, you don't know anyone named Fox, do you?" "No, why?" She smiled to herself. "Oh, no reason...it was just a random thought." ---END--- violinst@pitnet.net http://personal.pitnet.net/MBeecher/default.html "Sometimes the only sane response to an insane world is insanity." - Fox Mulder, The X-Files "I don't trust them. I want to trust you." - Fox Mulder to Dana Scully, The X-Files