Disclaimers: not mine, not mine, not mine!  I wish it was though, I'd be rich.

A/N: Sorry it took so long to update.  I had a test I needed to really study for, but that's all done for now.  Thank you to all who reviewed, very much appreciated.  I'll be updating more often now (unless something comes up).  This chapter might not be too good, but keep in mind, I was seventeen when I wrote this.

Two

            My alarm went off two hours later.  I didn't need it to wake me up.  Believe me, I didn't get any sleep at all.  I was to conscious of the fact that Mulder was sleeping in my apartment.

            I padded into the kitchen to make my morning coffee.  I heard the shower running and breathed a sigh of relief; grateful I'd be able to avoid him first thing in the morning.

            As the coffee maker began making noises, I patted my slightly messy copper hair.  I should brush it, I thought.  But why?  Mulder's seen you in worse states.  Hell, he's seen you naked.  You don't need to impress him.

            But I still found myself walking towards the bathroom.  The shower was still running, so I had a few seconds to run in and grab my comb.

            I opened the door silently and looked over at the sink.  There was my comb, gleaming brightly in the light, and next to it was a very naked . . . Mulder.

            My jaw dropped down in shock.  Mulder stood there, his face a mirror of my own.

            Mulder grabbed a towel and tied it around his waist. "Morning, Scully," he said sheepishly, grinning.

            I managed to close my mouth and choke out a "Good morning."

            His dark hair was wet and his face still carried his morning stubble.  But I wasn't looking at his face.  My eyes wandered to his finely chiseled torso.

            What would it be like to run my hands down that chest?  My mouth watered at the thought.  To put my hands around that waist and untie the-

            "Do you need the bathroom, Scully?" he asked I could hear the smile in his voice.

            I forced myself to shift my gaze upward.  I swallowed thickly and blinked wildly.  I have to remain calm.  This did not affect me in the slightest.  I heard my wildly running pulse and answered him. "What?"

            Mulder half-grinned knowingly. "You can use the bathroom now."

            "Yeah.  Thanks," I mumbled.  I should have moved in or out of the bathroom, but I didn't.  I stayed in the doorway, only moving slightly when Mulder stepped out.

            My eyes were still following him closely when he turned around.

            "What is it, Scully?"

            "Nothing.  Nothing at all."

            "Oh." Mulder stepped forward and gently touched my cheek.

            I could feel my cheeks flame up around the same time my pulse began beating a mile a minute. "What is it?" I squeaked out.

            Mulder brushed my cheek softly as I looked up at him, eyes wide.

            "You have an eyelash on your cheek."

            Mulder cupped my face in his hands and brought his face closer to mine.  I lifted my face upward, eager for the long awaited kiss.

            The kiss was tender, yet heart racing.  Our lips met slowly at first, then more intensely, releasing all the pent up emotion of the last six years.  My hands flew to his bare chest and I rubbed my palms gently over his well-defined abs.

            Mulder let out a low moan and I took the opportunity to slip my tongue past his lips.  Our tongues caressed each other and I felt myself falling deeper.

            I wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled him closer.  Mulder took the hint and moved his hands from my neck to my back.  I was completely lost it when he began softly running his fingers up and down my back.

            This is what I want.  Our hearts beating as one, our breaths mingling and taken as one.  I want this, I told Mulder silently.

            As if on cue, Mulder pulled away, leaving me feeling disoriented.  I touched my tongue to my lips, missing the feel of his lips on my own.

            I looked up at him and watched as he stared at my lips in longing.

            I dropped my hands to my sides and fussed with my T-shirt. "We'll be late.  I better take a shower."

            I expected one of Mulder's quirky comments, but he said nothing.  He nodded slowly and moved away.

            I closed the door behind me and almost sank to the floor.  Don't over react over it.  It was just a kiss.

            Just a kiss.  I smiled grimly at that thought.  Just a kiss you've been waiting six years for.  Of course it was no big deal.

            I looked at reflection, griping the sink for support.  My hair was still messy from lack of sleep.  Mulder didn't touch my hair, I thought absently.  Maybe next time.

            "No," I said sternly. "There won't be a next time."

            I patted my slightly flushed cheeks.  My eyes were still sleepy, but they held a twinkling smiled that had a secret.  I looked like a woman who just had great sex.

            Too bad.