A/N: So this fic started as a one shot, which was inspired by a post on tumblr (Scully's face looking at Mulder's tie, the comments were great). But as I was writing it, it turned into a flash back, which I then just decided to make not a flash back and just write it as the lead up to the one thing I actually want in the fic.
I'm debating on whether or not I should write a prologue to this after, which would have more into the whole Moth incident. If that's something that tickles your fancy let me know and it shall be done :) .
Sorry this is getting long, I think this is something you should know though, I had two friends go over it to make sure this fic wasn't like 'marina,dude, your ADD is showing'. Apparently it isn't, so WOOH! GO ME! I'm actually going to go over this fic before publishing and try to find the jumpy, rambly, how did you get there, that doesn't make sense -ness and have it not do that. Unlike Perfect Opposite (previously titled Amor Fait) I just posted without going over it, I forgot what that was about after chapter 3.
** I've been listening to C'est La Vie by Shania Twain a lot this past week, so I think that kind of comes through but not much. More of a general indirect inspiration.**

Alright you gorgeous people READ ON!

Scully's day started like every other day, she woke up one minute before her alarm, growled in annoyance and turned it off. She flopped onto her back and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes while wishing she could become one with her bed. She sighed and let her arms fall onto the bed, straight out to either side. Thinking of reasons to get her out of bed and to work on a Monday was always a challenge. Really just getting out of bed on Mondays was always a challenge, no matter where she had to go; holiday Mondays still have the Monday feel to them.

"Well," she started, thinking aloud "Monday means it's Mulder's turn to cook. I could get him to come over here, so there are a couple of hours less I have to spend in my suit. Suit, suit, suit, hmm." She paused, drumming her fingers against her chin. Her phone went off, making her jolt in surprise. Scooting closer to the nightstand to reach her phone, she cleared her throat and answered.

"Scully."

"Hey Scully," Mulder's response came through much more loud than she anticipated, wincing she moved the phone away from her ear a bit.

"Jesus, Mulder. No need to shout." She heard him chuckle lightly. "Remember you need to pick me up, my car is still being rid of the moths that moved in from that 'adventure' on Thursday." Shaking her head slightly, "Oh, and it's your turn to make dinner!" she quickly added, before he managed to sidetrack her with more of an excuse.

"I know, I'm at the grocery store now actually, I figured I'd just make it at your place and bring the food in when I come to get you." Scully smiled, slid out of bed and walked over to her closet. Hand on hip she pondered what suit to wear.

"That sounds perfect." She replied somewhat distractedly. She pulled two suits out and lay them down on her bed.

"Scully." He said, trying to get her attention.

"Mhm?" she questioned while riffling through her underwear drawer. Mulder cleared his throat.

"I'd like to point out once more that those moths were not mentioned by the guy that told me about that pond. He said it was nice place for a picnic… " Once again trying to convince her.

"Mulder, you said you were going to take me to lunch. Then drove for a good half hour longer than you thought, then we finally arrived at some godforsaken pond, which was more of a large puddle really, step out of the car and get swarmed by moths! Moths, Mulder!"

Putting the phone to her ear, she started to get dressed. "Then you decided to leave the one moth you managed to catch in a jar in my car! We were then late getting back to the office, which almost made us late for a meeting with Skinner." She heard him close his car door. "And when I get in my car to go home I get swarmed, again! That is the last time we take my car just because I parked closer to the door." She finished with an exasperated tone.

"Okay, Scully, okay, no more impromptu adventures… during lunch." Scully rolled her eyes.

"Just get over here Mulder or we're going to be late." She hung up the call, tossed her phone on the bed heading over to the bathroom to do her makeup. She gave herself a mental pat on the back for showering last night instead of this morning.

Scully had just finished pulling on both her shoes when she heard Mulder walk into her apartment. She grinned cheekily and sauntered into the kitchen. She had dressed in one or her shorter, more form fitting suits, a navy blue one, one which she knew slowly drove Mulder crazy. She leaned against the counter, watching Mulder put stuff away. He squatted in front of the fridge, moving things around to fit the large rack of ribs he had bought.

"I have a theory about those moths Scully," He said into the fridge. She arched an eyebrow.

"Really? What is it, that they're some sort of creature that can just will others into existence?" He paused, and turned his head slightly towards her.

"Actually, yes, I hadn't quite figured out how to phrase it, but that was perfect." He resumed his movements.

"Mulder, you can't be serious! I was kidding." Scully crosser her arms and tilted her head to the side.

"Well than what's your explanation?"

"These are bugs Mulder, creatures of the Earth."

"AH! So you admit that there can be creatures from other planets!" Mulder exclaimed, pumping both fists in the air. Scully sighed.

"Mulder I never said that I don't believe that somewhere out there in the infinite universe there aren't other creatures. That would be ridiculous! I just disagree that they're here, now, on Earth. Anyway," she said quickly, sensing Mulder wanted to cut in. "The only logical explanation is that, assuming no one added more to my car, they have been altered to reproduce asexually at an extremely rapid rate."

"Moths that have been altered to reproduce asexually? That's your big scientific theory?" Mulder said as he stood up and turned to face her, finally. She looked up into his eyes, smiling slightly as he slowly moved towards her. "How does that sound any more logical than creatures that will more into existence? These are very similar theories, Dr. Scully." Mulder's voice had now dropped to a whisper, his hands on the counter on either side of her. Scully put the 'you aren't fucking serious' face on, while her hands traveled up his torso. Mulder nodded in response to how serious he was. Scully rolled her eyes and pulled him down by his tie to kiss him.

Mulder's hands moved to encircle her waist as Scully ran her hands up to his hair, pulling him even closer still. Mulder now had one hand on the back of her head and the other wrapped around her waist. Scully slowly moved her head back. Teasing his lower lip before breaking the kiss completely.

"Later, we're going to be late if we don't leave now." She said and kissed his cheek. Mulder waggled his eyebrows at her, and both turned to get their coats, Mulder's hand on her back, a little lower than it was before they finally had sex. Scully turned to lock the door, gently pulling her hand out of Mulder's. Once the door was locked she placed her hand back into his. As they made their way down the hall Scully leaned up into him, pulling his arm so he would lean down a bit so she could whisper in his ear.

"This time Mulder, don't just point out I've got barbecue sauce on my face. Do something about it yourself." She grinned cheekily up at him. Mulder just grinned and waggled his eyebrows at her again.

As they reached the bottom of the stairs, they both let go of the other's hand. Mulder moved one hand to the small of her back and guided her out the door.

A/N 2:

Hello again you gorgeous people!

There is really only one thing I have planned to happen in this story, as mentioned in my first author's note, so this could really head in any direction you want. Send me any suggestions if you have any, or in general, send a prompt my way and I'll write a little one shot on it. :)
Right, so, if no one has any suggestions then I think this will only be a two chapter fic. Unless of course I get a sudden wave of 'OH YES THAT SHOULD HAPPEN!' which is very unlikely. Sorry I'm so rambly. You should spend time with me, I'm surprised no one's just thrown me into the sun yet. I'm not actually sorry. (Just embrace that, ignore all the impossibilities of someone throwing me into the sun).

So please, press that sexy button down there... not what I meant, I mean the review button, though that's not a bad idea.

GAH so yes, press that sexy review button you sexy beast you. Oh yes, you, I'm talking to you.

Seriously, even just sending one word on how it makes you feel, or a smiley/frowny/confused/whatever face will make my day. Is that sad? I don't know, nor do I care. GO AHEAD, MAKE MY DAY!