"Take the bedroom."

"Wait- what ? No Mulder I can't do that it's-"

"Of course you can and you will, Scully. I am fine with the couch, seriously. Have been for years. A few more nights won't change a thing."

Scully looked at Mulder who took her weekend bag to his bedroom. He really was going to do that, wasn't he? Looking around, Scully had a hard time believing she was there for the nights and days to come. Skinner had been very clear; he did not want to see her in the office before Monday, before she felt better. She would probably need some time to get over what had happened at her flat last night but at least it was over now. And she was safe. Yes, she was indeed.

"Mulder?"

"Yes?"

"How did you know? I mean- why did you come to my place?"

"You weren't answering your phone and I got that voice message... I don't know, I just felt like-"

Mulder could not finish his sentence that he felt both Scully's hands on his neck before her lips were on his. She may be smaller than he was but she did find her way to his mouth without any trouble at all. Within seconds, they were kissing like crazy, Mulder grabbing Scully's thighs so she would wrap her legs around his waist. A minute later they were in Mulder's bedroom, on the bed, getting rid of their clothes. An hour later, they were both naked under the bedsheets, Scully's head resting against Mulder's chest.

"Well- I wasn't..."

"Expecting this? Me neither."

"I am not saying that I didn't-"

"Mulder?"

"Yes?"

"Shut up."

Because she started kissing him again, this time Mulder quite understood what was going on here. And he was not sure he liked it very much.

"Scully- Dana, I-"

"Mulder please, don't do this."

"You know I love being right but-"

"I know what you are going to say and I swear it's nothing like that at all. I just..."

"Dana, I love you."

Scully looked up at him, incredulously.

"Mulder you can't possibly say something like that."

"Why not?"

"Because we have been doing...whatever we have been doing for three months and-"

"Whatever we are doing? That's how you call it?"

"How should I call it?"

"Making love? Dating? Seeing each other?"

"Aren't people dating supposed to go on dates, Mulder?"

"We are dating."

"We are not dating, and you know it."

"So to you we are just having sex?"

"I didn't say that."

"Then please, tell me what you think of this entire situation. After what happened last night I-"

"Don't."

"What?"

"I don't want to talk about it."

"What if we have to? What if you have to?"

To be continued...