ROSE KING

Chapter 1

by Sassy

--------Mulder's Apartment--------

He was pacing around his apartment. He'd tried to sleep, but after continuous tossing and turning, that proved useless.

Her words kept repeating inside his head like a mantra. "When was the last time you went out on a date?"

He brushed it off at the time because they were still on the case. He paced a little bit more and then stopped suddenly, picking up his cellular. He punched in the digits he knew from memory. "I need your help."

----------Scully's Apartment------------

She had just pulled up her pantyhose and was standing at her closet. She was having dinner with her mother at a fancy French restaurant called Pierre's at eight o'clock.

She reached over and turned up her stereo as the strains of Unchained Melody filled her empty apartment. She sang along as she pulled out her new little black dress, the one that she had saved for three years, and the one she had originally saved for her first date with Mulder.

Sighing, she laid the dress across the bed and found her matching black pumps. She pulled her hair up from her face, letting a few strands fall free. She then took the curling rod and slightly curled the fallen strands.

She lightly applied some eye shadow and blush. She dabbed on a little perfume, right on her wrists and behind her ears.

She slipped her dress over her head and marveled at how it hugged her curves in all the right places. If only Mulder could see her in this…She shook the thoughts away.

She turned sideways and examined the slit up her thigh. Her fingers touched her thigh, wishing it was him touching her, loving her. "Oh, Mulder," she whispered before looking away and slipping into her shoes.

It was time to meet her mother downstairs. She flipped off her stereo and wrapped her shawl around her shoulders. Picking up her handbag, she slipped her thigh holster up her leg, safely securing her gun in place. She reached for the knob just as a knock sounded on her door.

She pulled the door open and was met with his back. She knew it was him even before he turned around.

He turned slowly, a single red rose in his hand. He wore a black tux with a pale blue cummerbund and matching tie.

When she finally found her voice, it was barely above a whisper. "What are you doing here?"

"Taking you to dinner," he said as he caressed her cheek with the delicate rose petals that almost mirrored the color of her hair.

She shivered. "But I'm meeting my mother."

"No, you aren't" he whispered. His hand rose to touch where the rose had graced her cheek. Was it silly to be jealous of a rose?

His hand returned slowly to his side. He flipped off her light and shut her door. "Let me take you out." His mouth was a whisper away from her ear.

She nodded and turned to move down the hall.

"Scully?"

"Yeah?"

He handed her the rose, and then held out his arm to her. She took it slowly and down the hall they glided.

When she stepped outside, her eyes were riveted on a horse drawn carriage. Surely this was not for her.

"Your chariot, Milady." He bowed and kissed her hand.

She blushed. "I don't deserve…"

"You do, Scully. You deserve this and so much more. So, so much more." He walked her to the carriage.

She didn't notice that the man in the top hat and tails was Langly, who winked at Mulder.

Mulder's breath caught in his throat as Scully's thigh came into view as he helped her into the carriage. "Like what you see?" She had caught him staring.

He met her eyes, "Indeed I do."

He picked up another rose that had been placed on the carriage seat and handed it to her. "These," he gestured to the roses in her hand, "aren't nearly as beautiful as you."

She blushed and resisted the urge to roll her eyes. "Okay…where is Mulder and what have you done to him?"

He chuckled softly. Once they were seated, he took a blanket and draped it across their laps. "Don't question it, Scully. Just enjoy the night." It was like he had read her mind.

She settled back against the seat. When he took her hand in his under the blanket, heat rushed to her most intimate parts. He always had that effect on her.

She laid her head on his shoulder. He smiled down at her. Hearing her sigh, he whispered "Just have a good time."

He held up a black silk scarf. "Put this over your eyes."

"Mulder, I…"

"Do you trust me?" he interrupted.

(a/n: tbc if you want it...)