Make Love To Me Mulder                                                                                                             (Scully pov)                                            

Jesus, he's kissing me! Fox William Mulder, the man that I am totally in love with is kissing me…

I can't believe it!

For so long I have wanted to kiss him, to be more than partners and
friends. But I was too chicken to make a move. I had this idea in my mind that I was not Mulder's type and never would be. I was not a Phoebe, Diana, or Bambi, nor would I ever want to be for that matter.

I put this imaginary wall around us, blocking any feelings that I had for him, never wanting it to affect my judgment on our cases just because I loved my partner. But I do love him, and my feelings affected my work. Whenever he was hurt, I would sit by his side, never leaving it, never wanting to miss anything in case something in his status changed. I always was jealous when he would look at other women, or they would notice him. There were so many times that I just wanted to kill them both. Yes, I was being territorial, but he was mine damn it.

So many nights I would lay in my bed fantasizing, about him. Imagining
the way that he tasted when his tongue would force it's way into my mouth. How his arms would clasp around my body, holding me with his warmth and protecting me from any harm. I hate it, these seven years that I have loved him. So many nights I would have given anything to not go to my apartment alone. We both break apart now, both realizing that we need to come up for air.

We may have ended this kiss, but he hasn't let go of my hand.
"Hi" he whispers as he kisses the hand that he is holding.
"Hi." I say, giving him a Cheshire cat smile.
"Scully…."
"Yeah?"
"I love you."
"Then show me, Mulder." I say in a whisper.
"Show you?" He asks, confused.
"Make love to me Mulder."

And with that, I tilt my self up on my tippy-toes and capture his lips
with mine.
End~