After the ribs

A bit of drabble from the middle of Red Museum. Just a little giggle. Thanks to Bruce for the inspiration.

As usual, I own nothing but the DVDs.

Mulder was driving back to the motor lodge. He was thinking about how good those ribs were that he shared with Scully. Savory and spicy and sweet. She looked so cute wearing that bib when he leaned over and dabbed the sauce from the edge of her mouth.

Suddenly, Mulder had no choice but to make a revolted expression and looked over at his partner. Her face was crimson. The corners of Mulder's mouth turned upwards, despite his efforts to stop the grin.

"Scully?"

"Yeah, Mulder."

"You want me to roll down the windows?"

If it was possible, Scully's face reddened even more.

"Sure, Mulder, if you're hot, you roll them down as much as you want," she stammered.

Mulder hit the button and the windows lowered.

"Two years, Scully. Best one ever," said Mulder.

Scully stared out the window, red-faced, and didn't say a word.