June 5th, 1998
He smiles at her, as she reaches for her coat. She furrows her brow, catching him looking at her. He chews on a toothpick, and she wonders what he's thinking. She clears her throat bringing him back to reality. As he meets her glance he thinks to himself, I hope she doesn't realize I was checking her out.
"Mulder?" She shoots him a questioning look.
"Scully when was the last time that you went out?"
Her look of annoyance quickly shifts into a look of confusion. She shrugs, "I don't know, why?"
"I am going to take you out."
She purses his lips, and tries to figure out his angle. She wonders if he is trying to butter her up for something. She eyes him suspiciously, "For what purpose, Mulder?"
"To have fun. Scully certainly that is something that you have heard about before. At the very least you have read about it, right?" He responds mockingly.
"I am familiar with the concept of fun," she returns, flatly.
"Let's go have drinks," he suggests.
"On a Monday night?"
"I'll buy," he answers her.
"I just want to go home, and take a bath," she argues.
"Give me an hour, and if you're not home, I'll take you home, and draw you a bath."
"As fun as that sounds I think that I am going to have to pass."
"Please."
"What is in it for me?"
"I'll tell you what, if you go out with me tonight, I will give you a get out of jail free card."
"Get out of jail free card?"
"The next time there is a remote location, with a case that you deem ridiculous you pull out your get out of jail free card, and you can stay home, and take all the baths that you want. It can be used once whenever you deem fit."
"Done," she smiles in agreement.
Soon she finds herself sitting at the bar next to her partner. They are both two drinks in. When he looks over at her he finds her unbuttoning her shirt.
"Scully what are you doing?"
"It's hot in here," she answers as she pops open the top two buttons of her shirt.
"Scully I can see right down your shirt."
She smiles flirtatiously, "Then don't look."
The bartender presents them with another alcoholic beverage. She shoots Mulder a questioning look.
"When did you order this?"
"When you were in the bathroom, drink up."
"Mulder, I feel like you had ulterior motives with this endeavor."
"What do you mean, Scully?"
"How do I know that you didn't bring me here just to get me liquored up, and take…"
He cuts her off, "There is only one way to find out."
A song begins playing overhead. She throws back her drink, and grabs his hand.
"Come on," she demands.
"Where are we going?"
"You wanted me to have fun, so we're going to dance."
"I think you should start drinking at work," he tells her.
She rolls her eyes, as she proceeds to drag him onto the dance floor. The song ends, and a slow jam replaces it. She turns to leave the dance floor. He grabs her hand, and smiles widely.
"Not so fast, missy."
He pulls her close, and dances despite her multiple attempts to convince him otherwise. When the song ends she finds herself dangerously close to her partner. He realizes that he may have crossed a line, and he begins to step back, but she steps forward, closing the gap between them. She takes the first move, and allows her lips to press against his. He allows her lips to press against his. When she pulls away he expects her to run off the dance floor. Instead she whispers in his ear.
"Let's get out of here."
He doesn't argue with her. He pays the tab, and they exit the bar. He hails a cab, and she instructs the driver to take them to her apartment. As she fumbles at her door with her keys she feels her heart flutter. She doesn't hear a little voice telling her this isn't a good idea. All she hears is the alcohol talking. Finally she gets the door open, and he follows her into her apartment. He is hesitant, expecting that she will change her mind, or fall asleep before anything can actually happen. He wonders if she knows he's been thinking about this scenario since the first time that she walked into his office. He closes the door, and finds that she has already kicked her shoes off. He turns, and finds her standing very close. He makes eye contact, and then his glance shifts to her shirt. He realizes that another button has been opened since their car ride.
He grins, "I can see your bra."
She reaches for the button of her shirt, "Then maybe I should just take it off, if you're that worried about it."
He doesn't know how to respond. She finishes unbuttoning her shirt, and then he feels her fingers underneath his collar. His blood pressure rises as she tugs at his tie. Clothes begin falling to the floor as quickly as if there were a decontamination shower required. He wonders if she is going to mention a bath, but she never does. In fact she doesn't say another word, she allows her non-verbal cues to lead the rest of the night. Eventually they pass out on her living room floor.