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Scully and Mulder had found a comfortable place on the floor to sit. She didn't want any wine spilled on the furniture. Scully was sitting cross-legged with her back against the front of her couch. She had a thin red blanket covering her lap. Mulder was sitting with his legs stretched out in a 'v' in front of him. His back was resting against the front of Scully's chair, to the right of the couch.
"That was a weak I've Never, Scully!" Mulder exclaimed, taking a sip of his wine. "Of course I've been skinny dipping!"
Scully gave him a little smirk and took a drink of her own wine.
"Ah, I see, Dr. Scully... You've done a little nude swimming yourself. Any pools around here...?"
"Mulder," she scolded.
There he goes again, she thought. Mulder found that flirting with Scully was his best form of entertainment. Way better than his collection of videos hidden under his bed. However, if she ever flirted back, he wouldn't be quite sure what to do about it. He'd be too shocked.
"Okay, I've Never... done anything that my parents would be ashamed of," Mulder offered.
Scully took a small sip.
"Really? What did you do?"
Scully took another drink.
"That bad, then? You know I won't leave it be until you tell me..."
"Nope! You said that if I didn't want to share then I could just drink. I'm not telling you, so get over it!"
"Did your parents find out?" he asked.
"No! Absolutely not! And they never will!"
"I will get it out of you somehow..." he warned.
Scully ignored Mulder and continued with her own statement, though she already knew the answer. "I've Never been arrested."
Mulder smiled and took a big gulp. "I've been arrested a lot. Come on Scully, get me on something better then that!"
"Fine. I've Never had a one night stand."
"There ya go..." Mulder smiled and took a drink.
Scully looked a bit embarrassed now. "How many?" she couldn't stop herself from asking.
Mulder took a drink. "A gentleman never tells... Though, I will tell you, only one since you've been my partner."
Scully nodded. She didn't know why Mulder chose to tell her that, and she didn't really know what to think about it.
"I've Never cheated on someone I've dated," Mulder continued on to fill the sudden silence.
Scully's cheeks turned a lovely shade of pink as she took the tiniest of sips.
"You? A cheater? No..." Mulder was shocked. He thought that this would be the one topic that neither of them would drink on. Apparently he was wrong.
"Well, I-" she began defensively, but quickly decided to not dig her hole deeper. "It was a long time ago," was her only explanation.
"I guess that's what your parents would be ashamed of, am I right?"
Scully took another sip.
"Well, I always knew that you had a little rebel in you," Mulder said, trying to lighten her embarrassment. "I mean, you do run around with me when we're supposed to be good little agents..."
"I mainly run around with you for my sanity and your safety!"
"Your sanity?" he questioned skeptically.
"You know that I'd go a little crazy if something bad ever happened to you. You're my best friend, Mulder. You're practically my only friend!"
"I don't know about that... I'm sure that Skinner would be better suited for shopping trips and spa vacations," he joked, giving her a big smile.
Scully gave him a small smile. However, she hated that whenever they got into serious conversations about their feelings he would always make it into a joking matter. She knew that he had a hard time talking about his feelings. Actually, he never talked about his feelings. He'd either deflect the questions, or he'd keep his feelings inside until he blew up. This usually resulted in him crying or beating up someone, usually Krycek.
Scully understood, though. She was similar to him when it came to talking about what she was feeling. She always kept it inside. However, unlike Mulder, she rarely ever blew up. She just pushed whatever she felt so far down that it eventually disappeared. For a little while at least.
"I'm sure that you would love a spa vacation, Mulder," she said, giving in to his unwillingness to be serious. "I'm sure you could get a massage from a leggy blond Swedish girl. It would be like one of your videos had come true!"
"Only if she massaged me-"
"Okay! Don't wanna hear it!" Scully cut him off, snatching his wine glass. "It's time for refills."
Mulder watched Scully walk back into the kitchen to fill their glasses up.
"We should do this more often," he called around the couch to her.
"What? Me feed you, us drink wine, or you ask me inappropriate questions?" she asked, coming back into the room. She handed him his glass and sat back down in her spot.
"All of the above," he answered. "However, I guess I could feed you sometimes, and you could ask me inappropriate questions. It's just nice to hang out, you know, without our lives being in danger."
"Yeah, it is," she agreed, drinking some of her wine.
Several "I've Never" questions and glasses of wine later, Scully noticed the time.
"Oh my gosh, it's after 1am!"
"Really? I guess I better get going!" Mulder said, glancing at his watch.
"Are you crazy, Mulder? You can stay here. I don't want you to drive home."
"You wanna cuddle?" he half-joked, raising his eyebrows. He didn't even pretend like he was going to argue about going home. He didn't really want to anyway.
"Ha, in your dreams! It's a good thing that you're used to sleeping on a couch because that's where you'll be tonight," she told him, standing and tossing him the blanket that she had been practically wrapped in all night. "Do you need a heavier blanket then that?" she asked, not wanting him to get cold during the night.
"No, but a pillow would be nice," he said, standing up to flop down onto the couch.
Scully went into her room to retrieve an extra pillow from her bed. She returned seconds later.
"Please don't drool on this," she said, slightly pleading, and tossed the pillow onto his face.
"I'll try not to, but no guarantees," he told her, shoving the pillow under his head.
"Are you sure you won't get cold?"
"Scully, I'm a human space-heater. I promise I won't get cold. Stop worrying and go to bed!"
"Okay..." she said reluctantly. "Goodnight, Mulder."
"Night, Scully," he replied.
She took one more look at him, as if she wanted to force about six more blankets upon him. Scully then patted his head, flipped off the light switch, and headed to bed.
Mulder rolled his eyes at her worrying and snuggled into the pillow. He smiled, and cuddled the pillow closer. It smelled like Scully. If he couldn't cuddle her, he would cuddle her scent! With Mulder all cuddled in and content, it didn't take long for sleep to take over.
