Disclaimer: I don't owe anything but David Duchovny. Haha, God, I'm just kidding.
One night , one motel room, one bed, two people. They are talking about Detective White.
Detective White and you.
Chapter 1:
"It's not my fault, Scully! Can you just stop wearing that face?" Mulder complained.
Scully didn't say anything, she threw her coat to the table.
"Sculleeeeeeee!"
"Yes?" she said annoyed.
"Please talk to me…"
"Ok, what do you want to talk about?"
"Anything. Just don't keep silence like that."
"I don't want to talk now, Mulder. I'm very tired! We will have to sleep in that small bed, so please let me take a shower and go to bed then. If you want to talk, you can call your Detective White!"
"This bed is not small, Scully! And it's not my fault when this motel just have one room left for us! Beside it, who is Detective White?" he yelled.
"Mulder…" she whispered.
"What?"
"Shut up!" she said, closing the bathroom door to his face.
He really pissed her off. Detective White this, Detective White that,… Even if she wasn't tall like Detective White, he shouldn't comment about her tiny feet like that. She changed into her silk pajama. When she opened the door, she saw him laying in the bed, playing with the remote. His eyes fell from her face to her chest.
"Oh my God, I should wear my bra!" Scully thought. She blushed slightly, but then she immediately made her cold face.
"Take a shower and go to bed, Mulder!" she said coldly.
"Oh… Yes, my bossy woman!" he teased.
Scully wasn't in mood. She decided to ignore him.
After five minutes, Mulder appeared with his grey T-shirt and boxer shorts. He climbed to the bed.
"Turn off the light!" Scully said, her eyes still closed.
"Done!"
She laid on her side, so he could just see her back. Under the dim light of night, her tiny back was so attractive. He gasped for touching her back, but he was afraid that she would give him a slap in his face. He tried to control himself, looking at her back. "Oh Scully, you are killing me…" he thought.
Five minutes later.
He couldn't sleep. He wanted to touch her. He even felt her scent and he loved it. She breathed quietly. Maybe she was sleeping?
He touched her back. It was so smooth.
"Mulder!"
His heart jumped. He snored, pretending that he was sleeping.
"I know you well, Mulder. Touch me again and I will kick you out this bed and break your arms!" she warned.
"Hmmm…. Hmm…" he kept touching her back.
"Mulder!" she shouted.
Mulder smirked. He liked teasing her. He caressed her back again.
"MULDER!" she yelled, slapping his hand. She turned, now she was facing him.
"Ouch! Scully! What's that?" he opened his eyes.
"I know you are awake, Mulder! Please let me sleep in peace."
"I'm sleeping, Scully… What did I do?" he said innocently.
"You are annoying! I want to sleep!"
"But I don't want to sleep!"
"MULDER!"
"Yes…" he replied with his boyish voice.
"Sure. Fine. Whatever. Do what you want!" she sighed, turning to her side again.
"Scully…"
She didn't answer.
"Scully…" he touched her back.
She didn't answer.
"Scully…" he leaned closer to her. His body touched hers.
She didn't answer.
"Scully…" he held her waist tightly, buring his face to her red hair.
"Stop it, Mulder!" she gave up.
"Oh, now you are talking to me…" Mulder smiled.
Her heart melted. Damn! He was so handsome. Scully gasped, pulling him away, but he rolled his body. Then, they were in an awkward situation… he was on top of her.
His face was so close. His lips were so close. She paused, wordless.
"Scully…" he whispered.
Finaly, she could find her word. "Yes?" she said mildly, feeling awkward.
He didn't move.
"What kind of perfume do you use?" he sniffed.
"What? I don't use any perfumes tonight, Mulder! It's Detective White who wears your favorite perfume!"
"Don't talk about her, Scully. I forgot her name."
"You did? You ditched me because of that tall, blond, sexy Detective White!"
"Oh, now I know the reason why you are pissing off. Are you jealous?"
She paused again.
"No! I am not jealous, Mulder!"
"So, tell me why your heart is beating so fast?"
God, he even could feel her heart beats. She didn't know what to say.
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