-MULDER-
"Charlie, will you pass me the asparagus?" Scully asked her brother after we said grace at the dinner table.
"Only if you take off your shirt," he said, smiling, an evil twinkle in his brown eyes.
"Charlie!" Maggie spluttered, shocked by her son's rude demand.
"That's illegal, Char, and you're the last person I'd take off my shirt for if it weren't," Scully retorted, glaring at her brother. He held the bowl of asparagus hostage, waiting for his demand to be carried out.
"Dana, don't encourage him," Maggie scolded, looking at both of her children, her head on a swivel.
"Charlie, give the bowl to your sister," Bill intervened, setting his son straight and looking him in the eye and glaring. Charlie reluctantly handed over the hostages.
"You'll have to excuse our children, Fox, they are usually more well behaved." Maggie apologized, sounding sincerely sorry and embarrassed.
"Don't apologize. I've had more brothers and sisters than I can count and they all do. Eventually, they grow up and become mature enough to control themselves," I said, looking at Scully. He blue eyes held hatred, reciprocating from the bottom of her soul towards me.
"Oh, so they all grow up Mulder? You haven't yet." She retorted, her blue yes returning to her plate as she casually slipped in this insult.
"Dana! Stop it!"
"It's fine Maggie. They all go through this stage at sometime. The teenage girl, so overwrought with self pity, will often subject others to her pain. She will lash out. It's all just a part of life. She'll grow up. Her hormones are just too much for her right now." I smiled, almost pricking Scully with pins with each word I uttered.
"Well, that's an excellent explanation. But seeing as how you've never been a teenage girl, I'm not sure you're a very reliable source. It doesn't matter how many teenage girls you've lived with, it's much harder actually being one than you make it out to be. We constantly have to deal with the teenage male, testosterone levels through the roof and unquenchable sexual urges much more than a teenage girl can handle. They also have a tendency to lash out, but not in anger. They lash out, trying very hard, almost desperately, to get into the pants of as many girls as possible." Scully shot back, her cheeks full of color. Red, the color of her rage.
"This is so much better than health class," Charlie said, looking at both Scully and I.
"Battle of the sexes, son, best if you experience this first hand," Bill said, hiding a chuckle with a cough.
"Am I the only one who doesn't see this as a good thing? Dana, please excuse yourself. Fox, maybe it's better if you leave the teenage girl stuff to Dana." Maggie said, reprimanding me for the first time. Scully pushed her chair out and stood, walking to the steps and angrily climbing them, taking her rage out on them as if they were the source of her suffering.
"Someone's on her period," Charlie muttered, forking a piece of asparagus.
"Charlie, let's not discuss this at the dinner table. We've had enough anatomy for one night I believe." Maggie said, resting her head in her hands.
Oh, not nearly enough, I thought. I wish more than anything that I could follow Scully upstairs and get a real lesson in anatomy.
I walked to the bathroom and for the second time that day, found the door closed and locked.
"Scully, it's me. I just wanted to warn you so that you didn't come out it a towel again," I called through the door, praying silently that it was indeed Scully in the bathroom.
"Why would you warm me, Mulder. It's not like you don't have something to gain if I do come out it a towel." She said, opening the door and sticking her toothbrush in her mouth. Her camisole, her low cut camisole, hugged her body, curving with her hips and her breasts. Her super short shorts revealed much more of her thigh that I was comfortable looking at for this long.
"Something the matter, Mulder?" She asked, removing the toothbrush and speaking through the paste in her mouth. My eyes instantly moved from her cleavage to her eyes, an amused twinkle greeting my eyes.
"What? You can't wear clothes like this and expect me not to look! I'm teenage boy after all! You being the expert on members of the human race with the Y chromosome should have seen this coming." I said, explaining my wandering eyes.
She pulled back her hair and spit in the sink. She took a drink of water and exited the bathroom. She turned her head and spoke to me. "What makes you think I didn't?"
Ooh, boy. You can bet that I got my yayas out over that. That was the first time she had acted sexually towards me in my three day stay here.
I was always in my room when she got ready for bed so I had not seen her in her "pajamas" before tonight. If that was what she wore to bed, maybe I should sneak into her room and watch her sleep.
I headed back to my room, thoughts of Scully floating in my head; her face, her body, her eyes. Mostly her eyes. Her beautiful, blue, icy eyes that held the lock that hid her soul. I wished harder than I had in my life that I could unlock them and see her, see inside her. What was she hiding?