"What other game are we playing, Scully?"

"Don't act like you don't know what I mean"

"Enlighten me"

"Us, Mulder. I am talking about us."

"What about us?"

"Oh come on, Mulder, you know exactly what I am talking about."

"Why don't you spell it out for me, Scully?"

I blush. I hate Mulder for making me say the words.

"I am talking about... you... and me. About the past five years. About what could have been, but never was. About what we both know." I hesitantly add "What we never dare speak aloud, whilst whispering it in our sleep."

Mulder's eyes widen. His reflexes might be a little sluggish, but his body's responses are not.

"Tell me what I have to do after that coffee. Or drink."

"You could tell me that you like the way I look. The way I dressed for you."

"Oh can I ever? You render me speechless, Scully. Every day. I get aroused just by hearing the clicking of your heels when you arrive in the morning. I try not to check you out, but I fail every time. Those heels that add the necessary inches to bring your mouth closer to mine. Those perfectly shaped legs that vanish beneath your skirt far to early. Those blouses and jackets that let me fantasize about what might be underneath. That red hair of yours that splays around your face like liquid fire. And then the face. I always save the face for last, Scully. The eyes that change from green to blue depending on your mood. That Roman nose, which flares so perfectly when you're upset. And those lips that just about drive me crazy. That just about kill me. You can not imagine the battle I have to fight each time I look at them. How I struggle to hold back from grabbing you and kissing you 'til kingdom come."

This time it is my breathing that quickens.

"I would tell you all of that. But I would also tell you that that's not what made me..." He stops mid-sentence. "What attracts me most to you, Scully. It's your character. Your essence. Everything that defines you. How you challenge me. How you complete me. How you trust me. How you let me trust you. How you can be both strong and sensitive at the same time. How you can speak volumes with one raised eyebrow. How you know what I need with one glance."

I suddenly feel very hot. And my throat has gone completely dry. I swallow hard and quickly run my tongue over my dry lips.

Mulder slowly gets up and closes the distance between us. He is all of a sudden close. Very close. He leans in and whispers into my ear "And every time you do that I can hardly constrain myself from fucking you senseless."

Out of instinct I run my tongue over my lips once more, but before I am able to finish the movement, I feel myself being pushed up against the wall. Mulder's body is pressed hard against mine. I am sure if he hadn't shoved me so hard up against the wall my knees would give way. Mulder's head is right next to mine, his eyes closed and his forehead pressed against the wall. I can hear him breathe right into my ear, and arousal is flowing through my body like electricity.

"Mulder?"

I can feel his response pressing against my stomach. I want to touch him, I want to touch him so badly, but I am afraid that if I do I will burn myself. That we will have one moment of passion, but a scorch mark for life.

We breathe in unison, neither of us moving. I can feel Mulder fighting an inner fight. What will it be, Mulder?

He takes five more breaths, before he backs off and mumbles "Sorry, Scully."

The coolness at the withdrawal of his body sobers me up, and, as usual, arousal is replaced by shame.

"Yeah, I think I should go" I reply and vanish through the connecting door before Mulder can utter a reply.