"Thanks. Keep the change," Mulder said and Scully smiled as the door closed and the delicious aroma of Chinese food hit her nostrils.

He set the bags down on the dining room table and went into the kitchen to get plates and silverware. She opened the first bag and started taking out containers, her stomach rumbling.

"Here you go," Mulder said, handing her a plate and sitting beside her. He pulled the egg rolls toward him, placing one on her plate and two on his own. She handed him the rice and he nodded, scooping a spoonful onto each of their plates.

Watching him as she picked up another container, she smiled. He looked around the table and opened the next bag, taking out another container and grinning. Setting her container down, she put her hand on his arm and he turned his head to look at her, his eyebrows raised.

She leaned forward, keeping her hand on his arm, squeezing gently. He met her halfway and kissed her softly. Twice more, and he pulled back, though she did not, her eyes opening slowly as she smiled.

"Hmm," she hummed and he chuckled, leaning close to kiss her once more, smiling as he tilted his head, asking her a silent question. "Just…" She shrugged and he nodded, turning his attention back to the container of food in his hands.

Clearing her throat and moving her hand, she licked her lips as she picked up the container in front of her.

"Beef and broccoli?" she asked, tipping it toward him and he shook his head. "Really? I thought you liked it?"

"I do. It's just… the broccoli makes me gassy. And well…" He smiled at her and she chuckled softly, understanding what he meant.

"Well, I guess that's more for me then," she said, scooping some onto her plate as he made an odd sound. "What?"

"It's… it's broccoli. It causes gas. Not just for me." He looked at her and she blinked her eyes. Once. Twice. And then she set the container down.

"What are you saying?" she asked, crossing her arms and giving him a mock frown.

"I didn't say anything."

"You implied. Heavily."

"I was simply stating a fact about broccoli. Raffinose, the sugar in broccoli that remains undigested until the bacteria in your stomach ferments it, produces gas which makes you bloat… and can cause flatulence."

"Hmm. As a scientist, I am aware of that."

"Good."

"The part of the comment I'm focusing on however is when you implied it wasn't just you it happened to," she stated and he nodded, his lips quirking into a smile.

"Out of billions of people in the world, I'm sure it's not."

"That's not what I meant."

"Then what did you mean?" he asked, setting the container down and leaning close to her. She narrowed her eyes at him and he grinned wider. "How long have I known you?"

"Excuse me?" she asked, trying to fight back a smile, knowing exactly what he was not saying. He tilted his head with a shrug and she wanted to kiss the smile off his face.

"How many crappy diners, bad takeout, and late nights have we shared? Wreaks havoc on the digestive system."

"Say what you're not saying, Mulder," she said in a low voice and he drew in a deep breath.

"Broccoli gives you gas. It makes you fart."

"Take that back," she whispered, still fighting back a smile.

"Nope."

"Take. It. Back."

"Nuh uh," he said softly, leaning even closer and she began to breathe faster.

She pulled back and scooted her chair away from him a bit. He laughed and grabbed the seat of the chair and pulled her back, despite her mock protests. He stared into her eyes and she shook her head.

"Seven years together, Scully. Bad food, late nights, being a human… you fart. I've heard it."

"How… dare you," she said in a low tone and he grinned, his thumbs rubbing her thighs through her pants. She stared at him as he licked his lips, biting the bottom one, and she swallowed hard wanting to be the one biting his lip. "You're not going to take it back?"

"The truth?" he asked, shaking his head. "I've spent the majority of my life searching for it, why would I deny it when it's right in front of my face? Or my nose, as it were." He grinned, his hands moving down to hold her calves, massaging them gently.

"You…" she started to say, but was cut off when he kissed her, his tongue licking at her lips and she moaned, holding back from touching him no matter how much wanted to do so.

"I'm not taking it back," he said against her mouth and she stood to her feet, pushing away from him.

"Then I guess I'll find something else to eat," she said, starting to walk past him and he whipped around in his chair, grabbing her around her waist, pulling her back and onto his lap.

"What are you doing?" he whispered into her hair and she laughed, turning until she was facing him, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"I would hate to cause you to suffer through my horrible gas when I eat one of my favorite meals. I'll just have whatever's in the refrigerator." She kissed him quickly and started to push off of him, but he held her tightly, not allowing her to move.

"You're welcome to, but you won't find anything in there, and we have a delicious meal right here-"

"Which apparently gives me gas and makes me fart," she said flatly and he locked his hands around her waist with a smirk.

"Have I ever complained before?"

"Was sex on the table before?"

"This table?" he joked, raising an eyebrow.

"The collective table, Mulder," she answered with a look.

"Oh. Well then, no. It wasn't." He smiled and she nodded as her stomach growled loudly, her eyes widening.

"Traitor," she whispered, looking down at her stomach with a shake of her head. Looking back up at him, he raised his eyebrows as his eyes searched her face. "I know that broccoli makes me gassy."

"And…?"

"And that broccoli is delicious, which is why I like to eat it," she said, knowing that was not the answer he was looking for.

"And…?" he said again, smiling as his thumbs rubbed the skin where her shirt had risen above her waist.

"And… you apparently think it makes me fart."

"It does. No apparently about it. But that's not an admission."

"Nor did you ask for one," she said with a smile, shifting on his lap and causing him to moan.

"Hmm…" he hummed, with a nod. Looking to his right, he unlocked his hands and reached behind her. She looked over her shoulder and saw he was taking a large piece of broccoli from the container.

Staring at her, he put it in his mouth and chewed it up. She grinned as she watched him, shaking her head incredulously. He reached out again and brought another piece out, offering it to her. She opened her mouth and he placed the broccoli inside, watching her as she chewed.

"Until this very second," he said, licking his fingers clean. "I would never have thought of broccoli as an erotic food."

"Especially with it's… explosive history," she stated with a grin as he licked his finger slowly and then smiled.

"Especially because of that," he agreed. "But we're both in it now."

"You are. I will only feel gassy. That's as far as it will go with me. You on the other hand…"

"Well…" He reached for another piece and ate it. "Here's to some funky odors later." She smiled and reached for the container, holding it as she picked out two more pieces and put them in her mouth.

"To funky odors then."

"An admission… finally." He smiled as she chewed and once she had swallowed, she kissed him.

"I admit nothing," she whispered and he laughed, as she kissed him once again, the taste of broccoli beef on his tongue.