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Chapter three
-------------------------------------------------------------The next morning found Scully sleeping in late. She told
herself it was because she had stayed up so late, but maybe
it had something to do with the fact that she hadn't had any
nightmares that night. She slept peacefully without tossing,
turning, sweating or crying. Scully was awakened by the
sunshine coming through her window. She stirred, stretched
and yawned and then finally opened one eye to look over to
the clock. It showed 10:07.
She jumped out of bed because of the shock of sleeping in so
late. She pulled on her white terry cloth bathrobe and
proceeded with her morning routine.
She had donned blue jeans and a simple tank T-shirt and
padded, hair in ponytail, over to her door on socks. She had
opened the door only a crack when she heard something making
a soft noise that sounded like "flop".
She opened the door a little wider and saw what had caused
the strange sound. She smiled. On the threshold before her
lay a dark red envelope attached to a very red rose.
/Hmmm... who could that be from? Did I miss something?/
/Oh, great/ that other voice was back. /Good morning!/.
/I have no idea./
/Well, then open the card./
/Okay./ She kneeled down and picked the rose up and smelled
it. It had a sweet scent to it and the velvet pedals tickled
her nose.
/Come on, hurry.../
/Hey, I want to enjoy this./
/Enjoy faster!/
She chuckled. Her conscience really sounded more and more
like Mulder. Scully undid the bow that was tying the card and
rose together and opened the envelope. She carefully pulled
the card out, unfolded it and read it. Twice. Three times to
be honest.
She couldn't believe it! This was the very same
card she had found between Mulder's files the day before!
Could It be the exact same one? Or was it just another one?
The card wasn't signed after all. But that would be quite a
coincidence, right? She turned it around and around in her
hands as if she could determine its origin by simply feeling
it. Funny, her "other voice" didn't have anything to say
about it.
/Oh, I'm still here. But I'm letting you decide what to do
now./
/Thanks for your help./
/Quite welcome./
She didn't have a clue what she was going to do. /Is this
from Mulder or just a coincidence?/
/I thought you were suspicious enough not to believe in
coincidence any more? Anyway: He has the key to the
building.../
/I hope it's from him. But is it possible that he has those
kind of feelings for me? Does he want to change our
relationship to something more?/
The other voice only answered with /Seems like it/.
"Yes." Then Scully looked up to see her neighbor Mrs.
Wellings smile down at her. She hadn't even noticed that she
wasn't alone and that she had spoken aloud.
Mulder was really distracting her with his card. God, that
sounded good: A Valentine's Day card from Mulder. It made her
shiver in anticipation of Monday. Hey! Why wait until Monday?
She returned the smile to her neighbor and scrambled to her
feet with card and rose in hand and headed back into her
apartment.
If she'd heard Mrs. Wellings' comment she would've blushed.
"Ahhh, Those young lovebirds. ---Aren't they cute?"
Mulder was lying on his couch/bed staring up to the ceiling
thinking about what in hell had possessed him to put that
card in front of her door.
/Guess you were still a little out of it because of
yesterday, huh?/
/Well yesterday was great but I'd wanted to tell her
before--/
/What? That you'd like to get in her pants? She'd just love
that idea./
/I don't just want to get into her pants. She...I...I
think... I might ...I'm not quite sure but it feels pretty
close to being in love./
/You mean something like: I want to spend the rest of my life
with you?/
/Well, I don't want to think that far ahead since I haven't
heard what she has to say about it. But: Yes./
/Well, you'll never know, buddy, 'cause you DIDN'T SIGN THE
CARD!!/
/Hey, no yelling at me in my head! I couldn't sign the
card. What if she doesn't feel for me what I feel for her?/
/So how will you find out?/
/If she cares for me she'll know./
/My, you're confident!/
/When it comes to my Scully, yes I am./ He was brought out of
this "conversation" when the phone rang loudly echoing in his
silent apartment. "Mulder"
A pause. Then: "Mulder, it's me."
"Hey, Scully, what's up? Did I forget anything at your place?
Because I'm fairly sure I came back with both the sweat pants
and the T-shirt." He heard her chuckling on the other side
of the line.
"No, Mulder, you didn't forget anything. The reason I'm
calling is that I wanted to know if you wanted to come over
tonight again for some non-microwave food?"
"Scully, are you asking me out on a date? And you want to
spoil me with real food? Are you going to cook?"
"Well, I intended to." She didn't say which question she was
referring to, so he didn't know how to answer. But she
continued.
"That is of course if you don't have a date today." He heard
the mischief in her voice and couldn't reply. How to answer?
'No I don't have a date on Valentine's Day?' Not a good
impression for her to get. 'Yes I have a date?' Then he would
have to spend the whole evening alone in this apartment. Ahh,
how about this one: "Well, Scully, if you don't have anything
better to do, I don't either."
"Okay, but don't complain about my cookin'!"
"Feed me, Dana, and I will swallow." They both laughed and
hung up the phones.
He'd been in front of her door for five minutes now lifting
his arm up again and again but he just couldn't bring himself
to ring the door bell. /Are you scared of a woman, G-man?/
/No, but...and anyway she is a fully trained FBI agent...-/
Suddenly the door opened, Scully smiled her radiating
'Welcome-back-from-your-coma'-smile at him and asked: "Are
you just doing arm exercises or are you afraid I'd kill you
if you really knocked on my door?"
Mulder didn't know how to answer so he simply shrugged and
smiled sheepishly at her.
She grinned at him -- proud that she had caught him, no doubt
-- and stepped back so he could enter her apartment.
A few steps in he heard her close the door behind him. He
started to turn around and finally ask her why -- of all men
she could have had to come have dinner with her -- she had
invited him.
But when he saw her, his breath caught in his throat. He
closed his mouth and tried to swallow the lump but didn't
quite succeed. He hadn't really looked at her 'til now, he
had been way to surprised by the opening of the door. He
kicked himself for not paying more attention. She was
absolutely gorgeous.
Scully wore a dark green velvet dress that didn't quite reach
her knees and hugged her frame but still left a lot to the
imagination...and his was in overdrive right now... She wore
her cross necklace and it came temptingly close to her lowcut
neckline. She had pulled her hair up into something that
looked to him like some kind of twist or roll or something...
She wore a tad more make-up and shoes with slightly higher
heels than he was used to but she still looked natural...and
beautiful. And the way she looked up at him with those sea-
blue eyes from under those long dark lashes...smiling a
small seductive smile... he thought he could die happy now.
What he thought most peculiar though was that she didn't seem
to mind him staring--and he was staring, all right!
"Hi" was all Mulder finally got out.
"Hi, yourself." She said and her smile grew a little wider.
Nope, she didn't mind him staring at all.
"Um...I hope I'm not too late..."
"Oh, no, you're perfectly on time. Dinner's just about
ready."
"Great," Mulder said, although his appetite for food was
replaced by a completely different kind of hunger... She
turned towards the kitchen and he watched as her dress swayed
back and forth around her slim hips while she walked. Man,
this was going to be a loooooonng evening!
They finished the meal quietly--although he had commented
on that she had served ice tea to the meal which was answered
by a typical enigmatic smile--and then they settled down on
the couch. He thought about how he had sat there only 24
hours before but how completely different it felt this time.
They were both silently relaxing next to each other in the
aftermath of a good meal.
Mulder was glad. That gave him the chance to study her one
more time. Not that he had ever looked at anything else this
evening. But he didn't seem to ever get enough of her.
She looked so peaceful and happy, leaned back against the
couch, eyes closed with a soft smile on her pink candy mouth,
hands relaxed at her sides. Her delicate neck was bared to
him and he felt the urge to smooth his hands over the creamy
skin. He resisted. But to do that he had to pull his gaze
away from her.
He was looking out the window to the starry bright sky.
Thinking about how he liked Scully's eyes sparkling like
that. He felt a soft warm hand touch his forearm and turned
his head once more. Now Scully was looking him directly into
his eyes. Matter of fact, those blue orbs were boring into
him. She seemed to be looking for something in his eyes and
she was searching thoroughly. /Thoroughly. Yep, that's my
little Scully/. He felt like a bug under her microscope and
felt the need to squirm but he didn't want to move 'cause he
didn't want to break the spell.
Finally she had found what she was looking for and gave him
one of her rare toothy smiles. That's when something occurred
to him: What if she somehow really had known that the card
had been from him? But how could she had known? She'd acted
tonight as if she'd known his feelings for her but how was
that possible?
Scully told him in soft but firm words, "Mulder, I know that
the card came from you. And I wanted to thank you for it. It
was very thoughtful and sweet of you to send it to me.
Thanks."
He stared at her in amazement. Had she just said that she
knew? Was she psychic? She knew the card was from him? He
didn't even try to deny it. "How?" Was what he asked. He was
way too afraid of the other questions in his head. /How will
she react? What will she say? How will she kill you?.../
"I found the card on your desk yesterday when I tried to
clean up the office. But anyway--" she continued before he
could say anything "--I don't have any other person in my
life, Mulder. No one would send me such a sweet card. I know
Frohike's taste--" she chuckled "--and that wasn't it. You
see, I would have known anyway."
He chuckled, too. "I hoped you would know." He was relived
that she wasn't mad at him. That only left two remaining
possibilities: She would either give him the Let's-be-
friends-talk or she would tell him that she loved him, too.
That meant that either way she at least cared for him. In
what kind of way-that was still for him to find out. But she
amazed him again, his Scully. She stayed silent.
He cleared his throat and smiled an tentative smile at her.
He wanted to tell her how he felt that he loved her more than
life but he simply couldn't think of any words that would
even begin to describe his feelings for her. The only thing
he could think of was how badly he wanted to kiss her.
That was until he heard the music coming from the
stereo. He recognized the song from a Disney Movie
/DISNEY?!/ and wondered when she had had the time to turn it
on. Scully had again rested her head comfortably on the back
of the couch and closed her eyes. He copied her. But after a
few seconds he heard the words flowing through the room:
There you see her
Sitting there across the way
She doesn't got a lot to say
But there's something about her.
And you don't know why
But you're dying to try
You wanna kiss the girl.
Yes, you want her
Look at her, you know you do
Possible she wants you, too
There is one way to ask her.
It don't take a word
Not a single word
Go on and kiss the girl
Sha la la la la la, my oh my
Look like the boy too shy
Ain't gonna kiss the girl
Sha la la la la la, ain't that sad
Ain't it a shame, too bad
He gonna miss the girl.
He turned his head to look at 'the girl'. "Scully, are you
coming on to me?" But without opening her eyes she merely
smiled at him.
So he carefully shifted his body nearer to hers and moved a
hand to trace her cheek bone. Her eyes fluttered open in
reaction and she watched him with undisguised affection. He
knew that his action was more than welcome. He scooted even
closer and took her face in both of his hands.
He couldn't believe he was so close to kissing her, his
partner and best friend and his secret love and ... and ...
maybe soon something more... hopefully soon something more.
Ohhh, he loved her sooooo much in that moment. But he knew
she was waiting for him to say something. So he raked his
mind to find something suitable.
She beat him to it: "Mulder..."
"I want you to call me Fox" It hadn't been what he had
intended to say, but is was the truth. And he saw her eyes
widen in response. He knew he'd said the right thing.
They looked at each other for what seemed like forever and Scully
said: "Fox..." urging him to do something.
That husky voice raw with emotion whispering his first name
was all the encouragement Mulder had needed. He only took
enough time to marvel at the fact that his name sounded so
much better on her lips. He didn't know why he had rejected
this kind of familiarity before. Well, actually he knew all
too well: His name said so softly by the love of his life
held now, as it had then, a vvveeeerrrrryyy sexy sound to it.
Waaayyy too dangerous that night so early in their
partnership.
He leaned closer to her and their breathes mixed. They still
held their gazes although with this closeness the vision was
blurred. Then her eyes darkened just before he brushed his
lips over hers and they both moaned at the first contact.
Mulder could even have sworn that Scully had whimpered his
name again. They moved their lips softly, slowly against each
other, tasting the other for the first of many times.
It felt so damn right and Mulder wasn't sure he could ever
let her go again. He sure didn't want to! Although he surely
wanted more from her than only a chaste kiss, he at first
simply relinquished in the feel of her hot and so very soft
lips upon his own.
But soon the kiss became more. Much more. More passionately,
hungrier. Lips started grinding and hands started roaming.
When he smoothed his hands down her neck and sides she
encircled his neck with her arms and held him tightly to her
as she deepened the kiss. So when they finally parted their
breaths came in gasps and they were shaking with need.
He just had to stare at her. She was so incredible! He loved
her so much. And she loved him, too! When he had evened his
breathing a little, Mulder tugged on her dress and she came
willingly into his embrace.
She laid her cheek against his chest and he buried his face
in her hair. He breathed in the sunny and clean scent that he
long since new was Scully's. He held her tightly for a few
seconds and then whispered huskily into her ear:
"That was one hell of a first kiss. Happy Valentine's Day,
Scully! I'll be yours if you'll be mine." He pulled away a
little so he could look at her and punctuating his joking
voice he kissed the tip of her nose.
Chuckling they held each other tight again and sighed
contentedly relaxing into the other, for once forgetting
about their fears and nightmares and instead thinking about
how lucky they were to have the other.
Scully cut through his thoughts asking: "Well, my dear secret
admirer, are we going to pretend that we're young and stay on
the couch or are you finally going to take me to the
bedroom?" She asked not without humor in her voice.
He didn't answer but kissed her and slipped his arms under
her and lifted her up into his arms. While he carried her
through the apartment to her bedroom he said:
"Not that we're too old but to be honest, I hope I'll never
have to sleep on a couch again."
She saw the love in his eyes and smiled at him needy. "If you
don't take me to bed now I don't know if I'll let you live
long enough to ever see another couch again."
He answered that remark with a soundly passionate kiss.
Scully moved her lips against his and said against his mouth,
"Oh, yeah, Mulder, happy Valentine's Day to you, too." and
they stepped into a better life that for them was "just
right".
The Kiss (Hallmark Card)
Once upon a time there was a kiss that hadn't happened yet.
Two people wanted the kiss to happen to them. And they wanted
it to be "just right".
The kiss didn't worry about "just right". The kiss simply
wanted to exist, to be the first of many such moments between
two people who were already "just right". And when their lips
finally met (shyly introducing themselves to each other), it
was like two voices singing two notes that sounded better
than either would sound alone.
There would be other kisses but the two people would always
remember this one, the way you never forget some songs. It
was just a kiss, just a moment, but it was "just right".
Valentine...
(turn the page)
...Your kiss is waiting.
-------------------------------------------------------------The End
And they lived happily ever after...;-)
Well, does the card fit the situation, or what?
Okay, folks, that's all! Should we write some more stories or
was it just too terrible?
Special thanx to Ank-Pack and our other friends who gave us
some helpful ideas...and to everybody else for reading the
whole story. Please! Feedback is always welcome --Actually,
it is begged for and necessary--we'd die without it... ;-)
If there were no words,
No way to speak,
I would still hear you.
If there were no tears,
No way to feel inside,
I'd still feel you.
And even if the sun refused to shine,
Even if romance ran out of rhyme,
You would still have my heart until the end of time,
'Cause all I need is you, my Valentine.
You're all I kneed, my love, my Valentine.
----- Martina McBride