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Noticing the less than amused expression that painted her features as he scrolled over the movie channels and stopped when a flying saucer flew across the screen with the hideous song 'I'm calling youuuuuuuuuu-uuu-uuuu- uuu-uuuu!' serving as back round music, he opted to turn the tv off. He tossed the remote back onto the coffee table and thoughtfully met her gaze.
She tried to contain it, but a slight grin shone from under her serious, reserved visage that she had worn all night.
Mulder's heartbeat picked up as he rummaged through his mind trying to think of something witty to say that would make the pseudo grin transform to a smile.
"Wouldn't you know it! The secret to killing those things has been hidden behind the doors with depends, dentures, pea soup and walkers." He offered. "Grandmas really do know everything."
She tried to resist, but gave in as he raised his eyebrows jokingly. The smile was not because of the content of his joke, but because she could sense what the purpose was behind it. She felt the tension weighing on her beginning to lift a little. How was it that he was so often the cause of her tension but also the cure to it? This thought perturbed her as she once again struggled with the idea of letting someone have such influence over her. It was nothing against his character; She just didn't let anyone in that close. But he was, he was up close AND personal. And while she found comfort in the idea, it also frightened her. She resented the idea of being so dependent upon someone else. But she was even more afraid of losing him now that she had experienced him. And she wanted more. She craved more. But the independent stronger-than-nails somewhat rebellious inner child forbade her from doing so. Unbeknownst to her, this would change before their night would end.
Mulder was very in tune to what his partner was feeling; however, he didn't have a clue when it pertained to him. He felt that he had to walk on eggshells around her at times. Not because she was manic and would snap on him, but because he wanted her to feel comfortable and tried his hardest not to pose a threat.
On a whim and a unexplainable urge spurring from the depths of his gut, he leaned forward and put his hand on her arm and moved it up to her shoulder as he searched her eyes that had grown big at his touch but then relaxed as they both got lost in the tenderness of the others gaze.
"I'm here for you, Scully. I'm always right here, even when your miles away, physically, or emotionally." He finally whispered in a soft voice.
Scully bent her elbow so that she rested her hand on top of his. His words fell over her like a warm blanket, and she knew at that moment she could never again deny what exactly it was that he meant to her. She closed her eyes trying to block the floodgates of raw emotion, but gave in to herself, to him. A solitary tear struggled its way from out of her thick lashes and slid delicately down her smooth cheek. He leaned in closer and wrapped his arms around her, resting his hands at the small of her back allowing his fingertips to barely graze her as he moved them slightly up and down. With their foreheads pressed together, she finally reopened her eyes.
*******To be continued**************
Noticing the less than amused expression that painted her features as he scrolled over the movie channels and stopped when a flying saucer flew across the screen with the hideous song 'I'm calling youuuuuuuuuu-uuu-uuuu- uuu-uuuu!' serving as back round music, he opted to turn the tv off. He tossed the remote back onto the coffee table and thoughtfully met her gaze.
She tried to contain it, but a slight grin shone from under her serious, reserved visage that she had worn all night.
Mulder's heartbeat picked up as he rummaged through his mind trying to think of something witty to say that would make the pseudo grin transform to a smile.
"Wouldn't you know it! The secret to killing those things has been hidden behind the doors with depends, dentures, pea soup and walkers." He offered. "Grandmas really do know everything."
She tried to resist, but gave in as he raised his eyebrows jokingly. The smile was not because of the content of his joke, but because she could sense what the purpose was behind it. She felt the tension weighing on her beginning to lift a little. How was it that he was so often the cause of her tension but also the cure to it? This thought perturbed her as she once again struggled with the idea of letting someone have such influence over her. It was nothing against his character; She just didn't let anyone in that close. But he was, he was up close AND personal. And while she found comfort in the idea, it also frightened her. She resented the idea of being so dependent upon someone else. But she was even more afraid of losing him now that she had experienced him. And she wanted more. She craved more. But the independent stronger-than-nails somewhat rebellious inner child forbade her from doing so. Unbeknownst to her, this would change before their night would end.
Mulder was very in tune to what his partner was feeling; however, he didn't have a clue when it pertained to him. He felt that he had to walk on eggshells around her at times. Not because she was manic and would snap on him, but because he wanted her to feel comfortable and tried his hardest not to pose a threat.
On a whim and a unexplainable urge spurring from the depths of his gut, he leaned forward and put his hand on her arm and moved it up to her shoulder as he searched her eyes that had grown big at his touch but then relaxed as they both got lost in the tenderness of the others gaze.
"I'm here for you, Scully. I'm always right here, even when your miles away, physically, or emotionally." He finally whispered in a soft voice.
Scully bent her elbow so that she rested her hand on top of his. His words fell over her like a warm blanket, and she knew at that moment she could never again deny what exactly it was that he meant to her. She closed her eyes trying to block the floodgates of raw emotion, but gave in to herself, to him. A solitary tear struggled its way from out of her thick lashes and slid delicately down her smooth cheek. He leaned in closer and wrapped his arms around her, resting his hands at the small of her back allowing his fingertips to barely graze her as he moved them slightly up and down. With their foreheads pressed together, she finally reopened her eyes.
*******To be continued**************