The Kiss
Alex Krycek kissed him, a gentle kiss on his cheek, a brush of lips filled with longing against soft skin that betrayed lust for something… deeper, and his awful fear of rejection that stopped him from going any further. He handed him his gun, went to walk away hurriedly- but paused first to whisper something in Russian before quickly making his exit. Perhaps he was afraid of what Mulder's response would be, afraid he would question his impulsive, illogical action, yell at him maybe, physically or verbally attack him for kissing him. So Krycek left, beating himself up internally for such a rash display of hidden affection.
Fox Mulder sat in a state of blissful shock where Krycek left him. He kissed him. He couldn't quite believe it. What about the blonde girl? It couldn'tmean what he wanted it to. But then again, he had seemed interested when they were talking by the pool, him wearing only a pair of red Speedos. He thought he'd imagined the way Alex's eyes darted downward with surprising regularity, the way his pink velvet tongue flicked out to lick his lips, the way his breath caught shallowly. So maybe… After all, he kissed him. He wondered what the Russian meant.
Dana Scully came by later on and found him smiling dreamily at nothing. He told her he was thinking about fate, destiny, relationships… She thought he was talking about her, it showed in that pleased expression of self-satisfaction, her suddenly boosted self-confidence. He didn't want to burst her bubble just yet, not while he was still unsure- especially not to tell her he was dreaming of Alex Krycek. It was destiny, he was sure of it, that had brought the two of them together time and time again, drawn them to each other, bound their lives inextricably together, guiding them toward the inevitable… And this time, he would be forgiven.
a/n: one of my very first fics! Not one of my best either, if I'm entirely honest, but nevermind. Hope you like it, please review ^.^
