Title: Parallels II - Kiss Me
Author: Sexy Phile
E-mail: sexyphile@hotmail.com
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Fight The Future
Keywords: Mulder/Scully UST, Shmoopy MSR
Distribution: Go For It (but let me know, K?)
Disclaimer: "The X-Files", Dana Scully, Fox Mulder and any other
character you recognize belong to Chris Carter, 1013 Productions,
and Fox Television. The song "Kiss Me" belongs to Sixpence None The
Richer and can be found on their self-titled CD and the "Dawson's
Creek" soundtrack.
Summary: An innocent curiousity leads to an unexpected result.
* * * * * *
Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight.
Lead me out on the moonlit floor.
Lift your open hand.
Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance,
Silver moon's sparkling.
So kiss me
* * * * * *
Wednesday
4:18 p.m.
Basement Office
Mulder looked over at Scully and found her nibbling on her pen and
staring at the door. And the look on her face...it was
almost...dreamy. After her breakdown this morning, she had been
full of life. It seemed as if a weight had been lifted off her
shoulders and the dark cloud that had been following her was nowhere
to be found, he mused. Wow, he thought, I am full of cliches today.
He heard her sigh, but this time it was more wistful than depressed.
He was happy that she had let go of all her hang-ups and just cried.
It was definitely a special moment that they had shared.
"Scully?"
"Hmmm. . ." She answered without looking at him.
"You ready to get out of here?"
"It's only 4:20."
"So? Who's going to know? No one ever comes down to the basement,
except Skinner and we already saw him today. C'mon, where's your
sense of adventure?" Mulder prodded.
"I guess so. But I left early yesterday too. Are you sure it's
okay?"
"As your boss, it's fine by me."
"Okay, sure. I've still got some errands to run. . ."
"No!" Mulder interrupted. "C'mon, let's go do something fun. I
promise to give you plenty of time to get all your stuff done."
Mulder gave her his puppy dog face. Scully hated when he gave her
that look--she could never say no.
"Well, okay, sure. What do you have in mind?" Scully was curious
as to Mulder's intentions. This morning he had gotten her to open up
and be vulnerable with him and now he wanted to skip out early from
work to do something "fun". What was up with him today? He seemed
so energetic, almost playful. She knew that this was the best she
had felt in months. What a pair they were!
"Well, hmmm. . .I haven't thought that far ahead. Why don't we just
drive until we come someplace we like?" Mulder sounded like a
teenager.
"Sounds like a plan. So whose car are we taking and what are we
going to do about the other one?"
Mulder smiled to himself. Scully was so obsessed with details--even
when it came to letting go and having fun. "Why don't you follow me
back to my place and we'll take it from there?"
"Ooo. . . are you coming onto me, Mulder?"
"Only if you want me to," Mulder wiggled his eyebrows and Scully
blushed. "Alright, let's go!"
Mulder and Scully grabbed their stuff and headed out the door.
Mulder turned and locked their office, then, with his hand on the
small of Scully's back, they proceeded up the stairs and to their
cars.
* * * * * *
Kiss me down by the broken tree house.
Swing me high upon its hanging tire.
Bring, bring, bring your flowered hat.
We'll take the trail marked on your father's map.
* * * * * *
5:13 p.m.
Clara Barton Parkway
Once at Mulder's apartment, they had decided to drive away from the
city and hopefully avoid some of Washington's murderous rush hour
traffic. Mulder had suggested they go to Glen Echo Park. Since
Scully had never been there, Mulder had insisted that it be their
destination. Then Scully had pointed out that their work clothes
were not exactly made for romping around a park. They had ended up
changing clothes before heading on their way: Mulder into black
jeans and a white T-shirt and Scully into a small old shirt and a
pair of navy athletic shorts of Mulder's with the drawstring pulled
tight.
"So, Mulder, what is there to do at this park?"
"It's great! There's a carosel, bumper cars, lots of snack stands,
and plenty of plain old open spaces, bordered by some of the oldest
trees in DC. I can't believe you've never been there before.
Haven't you ever done the "tourist-for-a-day" thing?" Mulder asked
incredulously.
"Sure I have. When I first to Maryland, a bunch of my friends and I
road-tripped down to DC for a couple of days. But we didn't really
leave the city," Scully explained. "What is this? Twenty
questions?" She smiled to show she was kidding.
"Hey! We should play that! You know, kinda like truth or dare, but
only truth. Whaddya say?" Mulder gave her a toothy grin. "I wanna
go first."
"What is going on with you today?"
"I said *I* wanted to go first. Okay, let's see, what do I want to
ask the enigmatic Dana Scully? Hmmmm. . . okay, I've got one.
What's your idea of the perfect mate?"
Geez, he sounds like one of those cheezy women's magazines, Scully
thought. Now how do I want to answer this? The answer is obvious:
Mulder. I can't just come right out and say that. . . he would be so
embarrassed because he doesn't return the feelings. I mean, he's
only taking me on this little outing because he feels sorry for me
after my outburst this morning. Anyway, I guess I better answer the
question as vaguely as possible, so he won't guess I'm talking about
him. "Well, he's gotta be taller than me, which isn't saying much
and have green eyes. I'm such a sucker for green eyes! He needs to
respect me and who I am. He needs to understand that I may not be
able to share everything with him, but that's not because I don't
trust him, just my own hang-ups," Scully finally responded. "Oh!
And he has to have a nice ass!"
"Seems like someone has put a lot of thought into this," Mulder
commented.
"A girl's gotta do something on all those car trips when her partner
falls asleep," Scully replied, with a twinkle in her eye.
I didn't expect her to take me seriously. This is so absurd, Mulder
thought, I mean, that "perfect" guy sounded a lot like me. I guess
I would try to fit myself into any profile she gave. I wish I could
be the one who makes her this happy all the time. She's so playful
today, I like it. "Okay, now it's your turn."
Two can play this game -- literally, Scully thought. "Why haven't
you ever kissed me?"
WHAT?!?! Mulder's mind screamed. I was not expecting that! Great,
how do I answer that?! The truth is, I've wanted to ever since that
day lasy summer in my hallway. Geez...Should I tell her that? Does
she want me to kiss her or is she just messing with me because of
the question I asked?
Mulder's thoughts were interrupted when he noticed the turnoff for
the park. He easily found a parking space and turned off the engine.
"We're here!"
Scully smiled, but underneath she was confused. Why hadn't he
answered her question? She had responded to his question and she was
just playing along with *his* game. She had probably just embarassed
him because he didn't know how to tell her that he didn't want to.
Feeling like some of wind had been knocked out of her sails, Scully
got out of the car, determined to have a fun afternoon with her *best
friend* no matter what.
* * * * * *
Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight
Lead me out on the moonlit floor
Lift your open hand.
Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance,
Silver moon's sparkling
So kiss me
* * * * * *
7:27 p.m.
Glen Echo Park
Mulder and Scully had been strolling around the park for about two
hours. Scully's mood had definitely lightened up again. They had
been flirting the whole time, and she was excited about what that
could mean. He hadn't addressed her question from the car and she
hadn't pressed the issue further. They had ridden the carosel and
eaten cotton candy. Mulder had kept stealing bites from hers,
eliciting giggles from Scully, a sound Mulder decided he could get
used to.
As the sun began to set, Mulder and Scully walked side by side,
their arms casually around each other. It had been a fun, relaxing
day, Scully mused, even if Mulder didn't answer THE QUESTION. He
probably had been surprised that she had taken him seriously and
decided to stop the madness before things had gotten out of hand.
"You know, this was really fun, Mulder," Scully said, interrupting
the silence. "I'm glad you brought me out here. We definitely
should do this again sometime."
"Is that my cue to take you home?" Mulder questioned.
"Well, as much as I would love to stay here all night, you did
promise to give me time to get the rest of my errands done. I've got
a lot of things to do before my brother arrives tomorrow. I've had
my playtime, so now it's time for me to get back to reality."
"I guess, all good things must come to an end. I better get you
home, Cinderella, before you turn into a pumpkin," Mulder said,
reluctantly.
"Would you mind taking me back to my place? I want to change back
into my own clothes. Yours are nice, but I'd like to have some
clothes that fit," she said with a smile.
"As you wish, m'lady," Mulder responded mock-chivalrously.
* * * * * *
Kiss me down by the bearded barley
Lightly, beside the green, green grass
Swing, swing, swing the spinning step
You wear those shoes and I'll wear that dress
* * * * * *
8:17 p.m.
Scully's apartment building
"I'm sorry, you had to park so far away. I forgot they were repaving
the parking lot. Good thing I left my car at your place. You didn't
have to walk me in," Scully protested. "I'm a big girl that carries
a gun. I can take care of myself."
"I know you can," Mulder replied sheepishly. "I'm doing this mostly
for myself. I don't want anything to happen to my girl."
"Oh, so I'm your girl, now?" Scully observed with a smile.
"Well, you said this morning that I was your guy, so doesn't that
mean that you're my girl?" Mulder was glad it was dark because he
was sure he was blushing. He couldn't believe he let that slip out.
"Yeah, I guess it does," Scully replied, linking her arm through
his.
* * * * * *
8:27 p.m.
Outside Scully's Apartment
"So, we're here," Mulder said, stating the obvious, as they
approached Scully's apartment door.
"Yeah," Scully agreed, but made no move to unlock the door. She had
enjoyed playing hooky, unlike yesterday, and was reluctant to have
it end. She was disappointed that Mulder had avoided her question,
but she wasn't really surprised. His behavior today was a bit
confusing, but she suspected he was just being nice.
Mulder stared at Scully, willing the night not to be over. She
looked so beautiful, dressed in his clothes. Even through the
masculine apparel, he could see her curves that made her distinctly
Scully. Why was he being such a coward? Why was he so afraid of
taking a risk? She wouldn't have asked if she didn't want to know.
Scully tried to dig into her pockets for her keys, but remembered
that Mulder had her wallet and keys because his athletic shorts that
she was wearing did not have any pockets. She looked up to ask him
for her belongings, but found his gaze already fixed upon her. She
recognized the look on his face. It was the same look he had given
here in his hallway before he. . .
Scully's thoughts were interrupted by the sensation of Mulder's lips
pressed gently against hers. The kiss was intense, but tender as he
traced her bottom lip with his tongue. He weaved his hands through
her hair, pulling her more closely to him. Her hands traced up his
chest and came to rest over his heart. Mulder pulled away before the
kiss deepened.
Merely centimeters apart, Mulder gazed into her eyes for a minute
and then spoke. "I've wanted to do that since I found you in
Antarctica."
"Why didn't you?" Scully whispered breathlessly.
"Can we continue this inside? This really isn't the atmosphere I
pictured for this conversation."
Scully nodded mutely. Mulder reached into his pocket, fished out
her keys and unlocked the door. Once inside, Scully walked to her
bedroom to change into her own clothes, wondering what Mulder might
say. Pulling on grey sweatpants and an old Academy T-shirt, she
thought about the kiss. It had been tender and sweet, but full of
passion and promise of more to come. Looking in the mirror, she
slowly ran her index finger over her lips and smiled.
Meanwhile, Mulder sat on her couch, pondering the right way to say
how he felt. He loved her, plain and simple, but he didn't want to
say too much, too fast. He knew she was still very emotionally
taxed after the week she had been having. He wasn't sure exactly
how she felt about him, but she had definitely been kissing him back.
He nervously drummed his fingers on his leg. Hearing a noise behind
him, Mulder turned his head.
Scully entered the living room, carrying his clothes, neatly folded
and a hint of a smile on her face. "Thanks," she said as she handed
him the small pile of clothing.
"Anything for you," was his response.
Scully sat on the couch, facing him, with one leg tucked under
herself. "So. . ."
"So, I guess I owe you some kind of explanation. I'm not really
sure why I never kissed you before. I really wish I had. When we
returned for Antarctica, the only I wanted to do was kiss you and
hold you forever. Unfortunately, the circumstances never allowed me
to get past the aliens, conspiracies, ghosts, sea monsters, and other
oddities that I misdirected my passion toward. When I say you so
full of pain and locked inside yourself this morning, I couldn't
believe I let myself get so distracted that I didn't notice you were
having such a hard time dealing with your brother's wedding. So, I
decided to direct my passion toward omething more important than my
work: you. If you'll have me, that is."
Scully was taken aback by Mulder's straightforward confession. A
single tear traced a crooked path down her cheek. Mulder leaned
forward and cupped her face with his hand. His thumb brushed away
the tear. She smiled, to show him it was a tear of happiness, not
of sorrow she shed. Weaving her hand through his hair, she pulled
his face close to hers and whispered seductively, "Oh, I'll
definitely have you." Following her innuendo, she kissed him,
deeper this time.
Kiss by kiss, they grew closer, physically and emotionally. Scully
leaned back against the arm of the sofa, pulling Mulder on top of
her. She had never felt more safe or loved in her life.
The phone rang, startling both of them. Mulder leaned back slightly,
but Scully shook her head and said, "Let the machine get it."
"Hi. You've reached Dana Scully. Leave a message after the beep."
Scully's recorded voice rang out throught the room.
"Dana," Margaret Scully's voice filled the air, sounding as if
she'd been crying. "Please pick up if you're there. I need to talk
to you. . ."
End - Part 2
Author: Sexy Phile
E-mail: sexyphile@hotmail.com
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Fight The Future
Keywords: Mulder/Scully UST, Shmoopy MSR
Distribution: Go For It (but let me know, K?)
Disclaimer: "The X-Files", Dana Scully, Fox Mulder and any other
character you recognize belong to Chris Carter, 1013 Productions,
and Fox Television. The song "Kiss Me" belongs to Sixpence None The
Richer and can be found on their self-titled CD and the "Dawson's
Creek" soundtrack.
Summary: An innocent curiousity leads to an unexpected result.
* * * * * *
Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight.
Lead me out on the moonlit floor.
Lift your open hand.
Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance,
Silver moon's sparkling.
So kiss me
* * * * * *
Wednesday
4:18 p.m.
Basement Office
Mulder looked over at Scully and found her nibbling on her pen and
staring at the door. And the look on her face...it was
almost...dreamy. After her breakdown this morning, she had been
full of life. It seemed as if a weight had been lifted off her
shoulders and the dark cloud that had been following her was nowhere
to be found, he mused. Wow, he thought, I am full of cliches today.
He heard her sigh, but this time it was more wistful than depressed.
He was happy that she had let go of all her hang-ups and just cried.
It was definitely a special moment that they had shared.
"Scully?"
"Hmmm. . ." She answered without looking at him.
"You ready to get out of here?"
"It's only 4:20."
"So? Who's going to know? No one ever comes down to the basement,
except Skinner and we already saw him today. C'mon, where's your
sense of adventure?" Mulder prodded.
"I guess so. But I left early yesterday too. Are you sure it's
okay?"
"As your boss, it's fine by me."
"Okay, sure. I've still got some errands to run. . ."
"No!" Mulder interrupted. "C'mon, let's go do something fun. I
promise to give you plenty of time to get all your stuff done."
Mulder gave her his puppy dog face. Scully hated when he gave her
that look--she could never say no.
"Well, okay, sure. What do you have in mind?" Scully was curious
as to Mulder's intentions. This morning he had gotten her to open up
and be vulnerable with him and now he wanted to skip out early from
work to do something "fun". What was up with him today? He seemed
so energetic, almost playful. She knew that this was the best she
had felt in months. What a pair they were!
"Well, hmmm. . .I haven't thought that far ahead. Why don't we just
drive until we come someplace we like?" Mulder sounded like a
teenager.
"Sounds like a plan. So whose car are we taking and what are we
going to do about the other one?"
Mulder smiled to himself. Scully was so obsessed with details--even
when it came to letting go and having fun. "Why don't you follow me
back to my place and we'll take it from there?"
"Ooo. . . are you coming onto me, Mulder?"
"Only if you want me to," Mulder wiggled his eyebrows and Scully
blushed. "Alright, let's go!"
Mulder and Scully grabbed their stuff and headed out the door.
Mulder turned and locked their office, then, with his hand on the
small of Scully's back, they proceeded up the stairs and to their
cars.
* * * * * *
Kiss me down by the broken tree house.
Swing me high upon its hanging tire.
Bring, bring, bring your flowered hat.
We'll take the trail marked on your father's map.
* * * * * *
5:13 p.m.
Clara Barton Parkway
Once at Mulder's apartment, they had decided to drive away from the
city and hopefully avoid some of Washington's murderous rush hour
traffic. Mulder had suggested they go to Glen Echo Park. Since
Scully had never been there, Mulder had insisted that it be their
destination. Then Scully had pointed out that their work clothes
were not exactly made for romping around a park. They had ended up
changing clothes before heading on their way: Mulder into black
jeans and a white T-shirt and Scully into a small old shirt and a
pair of navy athletic shorts of Mulder's with the drawstring pulled
tight.
"So, Mulder, what is there to do at this park?"
"It's great! There's a carosel, bumper cars, lots of snack stands,
and plenty of plain old open spaces, bordered by some of the oldest
trees in DC. I can't believe you've never been there before.
Haven't you ever done the "tourist-for-a-day" thing?" Mulder asked
incredulously.
"Sure I have. When I first to Maryland, a bunch of my friends and I
road-tripped down to DC for a couple of days. But we didn't really
leave the city," Scully explained. "What is this? Twenty
questions?" She smiled to show she was kidding.
"Hey! We should play that! You know, kinda like truth or dare, but
only truth. Whaddya say?" Mulder gave her a toothy grin. "I wanna
go first."
"What is going on with you today?"
"I said *I* wanted to go first. Okay, let's see, what do I want to
ask the enigmatic Dana Scully? Hmmmm. . . okay, I've got one.
What's your idea of the perfect mate?"
Geez, he sounds like one of those cheezy women's magazines, Scully
thought. Now how do I want to answer this? The answer is obvious:
Mulder. I can't just come right out and say that. . . he would be so
embarrassed because he doesn't return the feelings. I mean, he's
only taking me on this little outing because he feels sorry for me
after my outburst this morning. Anyway, I guess I better answer the
question as vaguely as possible, so he won't guess I'm talking about
him. "Well, he's gotta be taller than me, which isn't saying much
and have green eyes. I'm such a sucker for green eyes! He needs to
respect me and who I am. He needs to understand that I may not be
able to share everything with him, but that's not because I don't
trust him, just my own hang-ups," Scully finally responded. "Oh!
And he has to have a nice ass!"
"Seems like someone has put a lot of thought into this," Mulder
commented.
"A girl's gotta do something on all those car trips when her partner
falls asleep," Scully replied, with a twinkle in her eye.
I didn't expect her to take me seriously. This is so absurd, Mulder
thought, I mean, that "perfect" guy sounded a lot like me. I guess
I would try to fit myself into any profile she gave. I wish I could
be the one who makes her this happy all the time. She's so playful
today, I like it. "Okay, now it's your turn."
Two can play this game -- literally, Scully thought. "Why haven't
you ever kissed me?"
WHAT?!?! Mulder's mind screamed. I was not expecting that! Great,
how do I answer that?! The truth is, I've wanted to ever since that
day lasy summer in my hallway. Geez...Should I tell her that? Does
she want me to kiss her or is she just messing with me because of
the question I asked?
Mulder's thoughts were interrupted when he noticed the turnoff for
the park. He easily found a parking space and turned off the engine.
"We're here!"
Scully smiled, but underneath she was confused. Why hadn't he
answered her question? She had responded to his question and she was
just playing along with *his* game. She had probably just embarassed
him because he didn't know how to tell her that he didn't want to.
Feeling like some of wind had been knocked out of her sails, Scully
got out of the car, determined to have a fun afternoon with her *best
friend* no matter what.
* * * * * *
Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight
Lead me out on the moonlit floor
Lift your open hand.
Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance,
Silver moon's sparkling
So kiss me
* * * * * *
7:27 p.m.
Glen Echo Park
Mulder and Scully had been strolling around the park for about two
hours. Scully's mood had definitely lightened up again. They had
been flirting the whole time, and she was excited about what that
could mean. He hadn't addressed her question from the car and she
hadn't pressed the issue further. They had ridden the carosel and
eaten cotton candy. Mulder had kept stealing bites from hers,
eliciting giggles from Scully, a sound Mulder decided he could get
used to.
As the sun began to set, Mulder and Scully walked side by side,
their arms casually around each other. It had been a fun, relaxing
day, Scully mused, even if Mulder didn't answer THE QUESTION. He
probably had been surprised that she had taken him seriously and
decided to stop the madness before things had gotten out of hand.
"You know, this was really fun, Mulder," Scully said, interrupting
the silence. "I'm glad you brought me out here. We definitely
should do this again sometime."
"Is that my cue to take you home?" Mulder questioned.
"Well, as much as I would love to stay here all night, you did
promise to give me time to get the rest of my errands done. I've got
a lot of things to do before my brother arrives tomorrow. I've had
my playtime, so now it's time for me to get back to reality."
"I guess, all good things must come to an end. I better get you
home, Cinderella, before you turn into a pumpkin," Mulder said,
reluctantly.
"Would you mind taking me back to my place? I want to change back
into my own clothes. Yours are nice, but I'd like to have some
clothes that fit," she said with a smile.
"As you wish, m'lady," Mulder responded mock-chivalrously.
* * * * * *
Kiss me down by the bearded barley
Lightly, beside the green, green grass
Swing, swing, swing the spinning step
You wear those shoes and I'll wear that dress
* * * * * *
8:17 p.m.
Scully's apartment building
"I'm sorry, you had to park so far away. I forgot they were repaving
the parking lot. Good thing I left my car at your place. You didn't
have to walk me in," Scully protested. "I'm a big girl that carries
a gun. I can take care of myself."
"I know you can," Mulder replied sheepishly. "I'm doing this mostly
for myself. I don't want anything to happen to my girl."
"Oh, so I'm your girl, now?" Scully observed with a smile.
"Well, you said this morning that I was your guy, so doesn't that
mean that you're my girl?" Mulder was glad it was dark because he
was sure he was blushing. He couldn't believe he let that slip out.
"Yeah, I guess it does," Scully replied, linking her arm through
his.
* * * * * *
8:27 p.m.
Outside Scully's Apartment
"So, we're here," Mulder said, stating the obvious, as they
approached Scully's apartment door.
"Yeah," Scully agreed, but made no move to unlock the door. She had
enjoyed playing hooky, unlike yesterday, and was reluctant to have
it end. She was disappointed that Mulder had avoided her question,
but she wasn't really surprised. His behavior today was a bit
confusing, but she suspected he was just being nice.
Mulder stared at Scully, willing the night not to be over. She
looked so beautiful, dressed in his clothes. Even through the
masculine apparel, he could see her curves that made her distinctly
Scully. Why was he being such a coward? Why was he so afraid of
taking a risk? She wouldn't have asked if she didn't want to know.
Scully tried to dig into her pockets for her keys, but remembered
that Mulder had her wallet and keys because his athletic shorts that
she was wearing did not have any pockets. She looked up to ask him
for her belongings, but found his gaze already fixed upon her. She
recognized the look on his face. It was the same look he had given
here in his hallway before he. . .
Scully's thoughts were interrupted by the sensation of Mulder's lips
pressed gently against hers. The kiss was intense, but tender as he
traced her bottom lip with his tongue. He weaved his hands through
her hair, pulling her more closely to him. Her hands traced up his
chest and came to rest over his heart. Mulder pulled away before the
kiss deepened.
Merely centimeters apart, Mulder gazed into her eyes for a minute
and then spoke. "I've wanted to do that since I found you in
Antarctica."
"Why didn't you?" Scully whispered breathlessly.
"Can we continue this inside? This really isn't the atmosphere I
pictured for this conversation."
Scully nodded mutely. Mulder reached into his pocket, fished out
her keys and unlocked the door. Once inside, Scully walked to her
bedroom to change into her own clothes, wondering what Mulder might
say. Pulling on grey sweatpants and an old Academy T-shirt, she
thought about the kiss. It had been tender and sweet, but full of
passion and promise of more to come. Looking in the mirror, she
slowly ran her index finger over her lips and smiled.
Meanwhile, Mulder sat on her couch, pondering the right way to say
how he felt. He loved her, plain and simple, but he didn't want to
say too much, too fast. He knew she was still very emotionally
taxed after the week she had been having. He wasn't sure exactly
how she felt about him, but she had definitely been kissing him back.
He nervously drummed his fingers on his leg. Hearing a noise behind
him, Mulder turned his head.
Scully entered the living room, carrying his clothes, neatly folded
and a hint of a smile on her face. "Thanks," she said as she handed
him the small pile of clothing.
"Anything for you," was his response.
Scully sat on the couch, facing him, with one leg tucked under
herself. "So. . ."
"So, I guess I owe you some kind of explanation. I'm not really
sure why I never kissed you before. I really wish I had. When we
returned for Antarctica, the only I wanted to do was kiss you and
hold you forever. Unfortunately, the circumstances never allowed me
to get past the aliens, conspiracies, ghosts, sea monsters, and other
oddities that I misdirected my passion toward. When I say you so
full of pain and locked inside yourself this morning, I couldn't
believe I let myself get so distracted that I didn't notice you were
having such a hard time dealing with your brother's wedding. So, I
decided to direct my passion toward omething more important than my
work: you. If you'll have me, that is."
Scully was taken aback by Mulder's straightforward confession. A
single tear traced a crooked path down her cheek. Mulder leaned
forward and cupped her face with his hand. His thumb brushed away
the tear. She smiled, to show him it was a tear of happiness, not
of sorrow she shed. Weaving her hand through his hair, she pulled
his face close to hers and whispered seductively, "Oh, I'll
definitely have you." Following her innuendo, she kissed him,
deeper this time.
Kiss by kiss, they grew closer, physically and emotionally. Scully
leaned back against the arm of the sofa, pulling Mulder on top of
her. She had never felt more safe or loved in her life.
The phone rang, startling both of them. Mulder leaned back slightly,
but Scully shook her head and said, "Let the machine get it."
"Hi. You've reached Dana Scully. Leave a message after the beep."
Scully's recorded voice rang out throught the room.
"Dana," Margaret Scully's voice filled the air, sounding as if
she'd been crying. "Please pick up if you're there. I need to talk
to you. . ."
End - Part 2