From: taffyxf@yahoo.com
Title: Forgive Us Our Trespasses
Author: Taffy Northwood
E-Mail: taffyxf@yahoo.com
Rating: NC17 (eventually)
Category: AU, MSR
Archives: Just ask.
Feedback: Never in bad taste
Disclaimer: Mulder, Scully, Skinner and any
other XF characters are on loan only.
Summary: In 1909 New York City, there were two
distinct and separate worlds: that of the very wealthy
and that of the very poor. Could love bridge the
great divide between those worlds for two star-crossed
lovers?
Author Notes: Like a huge part of the fandom, I've
become absolutely dotty over AU fic. This is my
modest attempt to put Mulder and Scully into another
time and place. Please be aware, this is a
work-in-progress.
Forgive Us Our Trespasses - Mathew Fox's story, part 4
"Diana, please," Fox said as she steered him through
Delmonico's. "This isn't right."
Fox found himself in a rather unique position for
a young man. Diana had offered him one evening in
her bed to show him what marvels marriage to her
would entail. Most men would consider it enviable
in the extreme. To Fox, it was infinitely
uncomfortable.
"People are looking at us, Fox. We'll continue
our discussion outside." Diana's voice was warm
and persuasive, her hand on his arm like an iron
band.
"Diana," he hissed as tried to pull his arm out of
her grasp. It was true, their passage through
the restaurant had attracted a little attention
from the other patrons. He stopped resisting, not
wanting to make a scene.
"I'd prefer to walk, Diana." Now that they no
longer had an audience, perhaps he could get free.
"Don't be silly, Fox. It's late and my carriage
is right here."
Before he knew what happened, he was beside Diana
in her carriage and she was giving her driver the
order to take them home. To her home.
"Fox, dear, you have to trust me," she said, taking
his hand. "I know how to make you happy."
Diana studied his hand, turning it over in her hand.
"You have the most beautiful hands I've ever seen on
a man. I can picture them doing a thousand things."
Her evening wrap had fallen open, revealing decolletage
barely restrained by the lowcut bodice of her dress.
Diana placed Fox's hand on the warm curve of one
breast.
"I have so much to offer you, Fox. You need someone
who can give you both pleasure and guidance. I can do
that."
It would have been so easy to let it happen. Diana
would be a skilled lover, a courtesan disguised as
a society paragon. His parents would be pleased.
After all, marriage to Diana would be financially
advantageous and the match would align the Mulders
with the lofty Schuylers. If only this didn't feel
so terribly wrong. He pulled his hand away.
"This is a mistake," he said as she reached up to
caress his cheek. Fox recognized he was on very
dangerous ground.
"Darling," Diana said, sliding her arms around
his neck. Her breath was hot on his face and her
mouth was inches from his. "Oh, darling, how
can something so wonderful be a mistake. You're
such a beautiful, beautiful man. So untamed,
so passionate."
With that, she kissed him, long and wet and deep.
He tried to push her away, but she mistook his
resistance for ardor. His struggling only increased
Diana's aggression as she pressed herself against him
all the harder. Her hands were everywhere: ruffling
through his hair, sliding over his chest and shoulders,
measuring him through his clothes.
"You're so strong," Diana murmured against his
mouth. She pushed his top coat and suit jacket
open and began to unbutton his shirt. When one
wouldn't give way, she pulled the shirt open,
scattering buttons to the floor of the carriage.
Diana's hands were all over his chest, cool
fingers massaging his flesh through the soft cotton
of his undershirt. "I can hardly wait to get you home..."
Finally, Fox managed to grab her shoulders and
push her away. "Diana," he asserted, "I will
not be railroaded into your bed."
"Oh, my sweet," she said, her hand straying to his groin.
"It doesn't appear that I'll have to force you to do
anything."
In truth, he was hard. Only a dead man would have had
no reaction to Diana's caresses. She cupped him, her
fingers deft and practiced. Gathering his strength,
Fox pushed her hand away.
Arousal was not a state he was unfamiliar with. It
meant exactly nothing except that he was a young
healthy man and Diana was an expert at how to handle
a man.
"Driver!" he shouted, his voice embarrassingly
desperate. "Driver, I'll get out here."
Fox was afraid the carriage wouldn't stop and he'd
be forced to jump, but the driver pulled up on the
horse and the carriage drew to a stop.
He hopped down, pulling his coat around him to hide
his unbuttoned shirt. His face was flaming and sweat
prickled at his skin. The erection had only subsided
a little and still tented his trousers.
As the carriage pulled away, he could hear Diana's
laughter.
It could be weeks before he learned the total cost for
thwarting her passion. The financial and societal
power that made Diana a good match also made her a
formidable enemy. Mulder & Traut was too large and
well regarded to suffer any lasting damage, but it
would be a short season indeed if Mrs. Schuyler let it
be known that the Mulders were no longer the right
sort of people. Fox wouldn't miss the invitations,
but his parents would, especially Mother.
Maybe Diana would accept defeat quietly. She could
tell her aunt that Fox Mulder had ceased to amuse her,
without offering further explanation. After all,
tonight's events reflected poorly on her own conduct.
But that was the hell of it. While Diana could
concoct any story she liked, Fox was forced to keep
silent. The night's events were such that they could
not be related by a gentleman. Even if they knew the
truth, Mother and Father were unlikely to be
sympathetic. Mother would point out that he cozied
up with showgirls for his own selfish pleasure, but
refused to sleep with a well-born lady when his
family's fortune and future depended on it.
He shoved his hands into his pockets as he walked the
five blocks to his home. The evening air felt cool
through his undershirt as his coat pulled open. Fox
sincerely hoped his parents had retired for the night,
saving him from the embarrassment of having to explain
the state of his clothing.
This was the perfectly wretched end to a perfectly
wretched day. Being taken to task by his father at
breakfast had certainly been an inauspicious beginning.
Fox still wasn't sure how he was going to deal with
Charlie. One false move and his double life would be
uncovered, effectively ending his romance with Katie.
Fox was relieved to reach home without encountering
any acquaintances. The junior footman opened the door.
He gawked in surprise at Fox's disarray as Fox
reluctantly allowed himself to be divested of his coat.
"Your parents are waiting in the library," the footman
said.
"Say I will join them shortly," Fox said. His plan to
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