Title: Mr. and Mrs. spooky
Author: Temperance Brennan
Summary: Just a fluffy little one-shot, scullyxmulder I couldn't think of a good enough title… So there you go…
Rating: K+
Authors Note: This isn't all that great, but I just wanted to write something little like this… Please review :-) Oh and I know that two half naked people in bed together would generally lead to a lot more than snuggling and talking – I wanted to keep this fairly PG… :-p
Disclaimer: I don't own the x-files, or any of the characters…
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The hotel wasn't the nicest they'd stayed in. But she was grateful that they had double beds to sleep in. It was far too hot to be sleeping though, so she just fell back into the bed and spread her arms out, making the most of the space she had.
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She must've fallen asleep eventually because she woke to a heavy pounding on her door. "Mmmph, coming…" she said and rolled off the bed, she tip toed across the carpeted floor and checked in the peek hole, what the hell? What was Mulder here for…?
She checked her watch and realised it was one in the morning. She quickly grabbed her bath robe so that she wasn't standing in only boxers and a camisole, and called to him that the door was open.
"What are you doing here?" She asked tightening the flannel belt around her waist.
"My mattress sags in the middle," he said with a pout. It was then she realised he was taking off his pants.
"Mulder… What the hell?" She said pointing at him accusingly; she didn't even have to say what she was thinking for him to understand.
"It's uncomfortable!" he cried. And he climbed into her bed with only his boxers on. His T-shirt and jeans were strewn across the floor.
"Mulder," she groaned. "You can't steal my bed…" He pulled the covers up over himself and mumbled something. "What?" she demanded grumpily. The day had been warm, but now it was night and she was shivering standing in the middle of her room, her hands on her hips.
"I said come over here, you're cold," he patted the bed, and she rolled her eyes. How many times had this happened? Too many to count; she slipped off her bathrobe and slid under the covers next to him. They lay side by side, not touching just staring at the roof each lost in their own thoughts.
"You have to stop doing this Mulder, what if someone found out?" she said softly.
"Does it matter? We're already called Mr. and Mrs. Spooky," he said and she felt him shift next to her, making her wish she actually had a king sized bed.
"If Assistant Director Skinner found out…"
"He wouldn't say anything at all," Mulder said, so sure of himself.
"Mulder, we're friends and friends don't do this…"
"Do what?" She blushed in the dark, not wanting to tell him what was on her mind.
"Mulder," she began, and he pulled her closer so that they were spooning. His arm draped over her body and his lips mere centimeters from her neck. "Do you care – about me?" she asked hesitantly.
"Of course I do," he said sounding offended.
"I mean really care. As in; more than work partners… More than friends…" She could feel his hot breath on her neck.
"Scully," he said in a husky whisper. "I always, always have cared for you more than that," he kissed her neck. "You should know that," She smiled as he spoke into her neck, his lips sending tingles up and down her spine. She took his hand and entwined their fingers.
"I love you," she whispered, half hoping he wouldn't hear her.
"I love you too," he said into her hair.
"Goodnight,"
"'Night Scully," he replied sleepily. She couldn't stop the contented smile that spread across her face.
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The End