Scully looked down at the floor of the dimly lit hallway and wrung her
hands. This was going to be very bad, very very bad indeed. Sighing, and
wringing her hands some more for good measure, she bit her lips and
wondered what was taking Mulder so long to answer his door.
She heard the click of the door unlocking and quickly smoothed her hair. Putting on an expectant smile she looked up, only to be greeted to the sight of Mulder in his glasses. It took all of her carefully composed willpower not to turn to a puddle of luke warm Scully goo on Mulder's ugly hallway floor. She managed a greeting. "H-Hi." And she smiled, that half- expectant half skeptical smiled that she wore when Mulder would sheepishly present her with a new case.
"Hello yourself." Ha! He knew it, he knew what he was doing to her and he liked it. Charmingly, he smiled and praised the gay gods and his lovely partner for giving his life this makeover. Grasping her hand in his newly manicured one, he pulled her inside, relishing the warmth of her body as it accidentally brushed his. Truth is, Scully had lost control of nearly all of her motor functions and was doing all that she could not to stare directly at him.
"I like, the sweater's nice." She managed to spit out, quite proud of herself. She reached up with her left hand and felt the fabric, but was more interesting in the muscles underneath. He smiled and thanked her and she asked him to show him around his new "pad." Mulder led her by the hand into the living room and began explaing what Thom had done to it. She pretended to ignore the cameras that were following them around.
"And look at the couch. Isn't it great? I gotta say, I loved my leather one, but this one, ah, you gotta sit on it." Scully smiled and sat down next to Mulder on the couch. She was surprised, it did feel very comfortable. She bounced a bit and a thought bubbled into her heaf. 'No Dana, that's for the bed.' The thought startled her, and he face began to blush over. Mulder caught sight of it and asked her what was wrong. "Oh, nothing, I'm just amazed at what those guys did. It's really... it's really something." She averted her eyes and commented on the end tables.
"Yeah, those are awesome too. I picked out those myself." He smiled in a way that a three-year old would smile if he had just been given a cookie. His eyes lit up and his laugh lines pulled back and he looked ten years younger. Scully swooned a bit.
"Let me show you the bedroom!" Mulder exclaimed and quickly popped up from the couch. 'Oh please do.' Scully thought anxiously, and with a slight feeling of dread and a fake smile, followed her partner into his bedroom. She was astonished at the color change. And the bed looked positively inviting. He drew her attention to the closet, which was bigger than it had been before. "Yeah, Thom expanded on the place. Hey! Look! Three pairs of dress shoes. Pretty spiffy eh?" He elbowed her in the ribs, which did cause her to laugh genuinely. Before he could think to do otherwise, he wrapped his arm around her shoulder and showed her the rest of the apartment.
She was particularly taken with the bathroom. The mildew was gone and the toilet had been cleaned. The walls had been redone and were no longer somber yellow and black but blue. She was impressed with the candles and with the tasteful condition of the bookcase. While she was inspecting the array of literature on the shelves, Mulder quietly brought out the food and placed it on a tray by the table.
The jazz lilting from the stereo masked the sounds that he made as he placed a new table cloth and two candlesticks atop the table. He found the candles which were purchased for the occasion and put them in the holders and then arranged the food on the table.
"'The Manchurian Candidate Mulder? I-?" She turned around to find Mulder lighting the candles. She smiled shyly, and looked at the floor. Mulder smiled lovingly when she met his eyes and walked slowly towards her. When he was mere inches in front of her, he spoke. "What do you think?" He asked, clasping each of her hands in each of his own.
"I think-" Scully began, looking down at their hands and smiling shyly again. "That this is the only part of you I never knew. And now I know." Standing on tip toes, she brushed her lips against his cheek. Slyly, she whispered into his ear, "Hopefully there'll be more where that came from later."
He smiled coyly, and she allowed herself to be led into the dining room. She couldn't help but be astonished with her own brashness. Proud, and feeling sultry, she allowed Mulder to help her into her seat. "So, what did you make?" She inquired, slightly skeptical once more.
Mulder smirked and told her. "Grilled salmon with crab stuffed portabella mushrooms." He left her to go to the kitchen and retrieve the wine. When he returned, she wore a quirky grin. "That's one of my favorites." She said, making a mental note to reward him for such consideration later.
"I know." He replied simply and set about to filling their glasses. Once he finished, he sat down beside her and made a toast.
"To the Fab 5 for giving me this great new pad." He said pad in a quirky voice, causing Scully to raise a brow, and causing Mulder to continue. "And to the new me, which will hopefully result in... the new us." Her smile faded and she looked into his eyes. Clinking their glasses together, they stared at one another for some time until Mulder looked away and began serving the food.
Dessert followed dinner and a lethargic silence followed dessert... on the couch. The two agents talked for a time, poured themselves another glass of wine and talked of the decor...
And the couture.
She heard the click of the door unlocking and quickly smoothed her hair. Putting on an expectant smile she looked up, only to be greeted to the sight of Mulder in his glasses. It took all of her carefully composed willpower not to turn to a puddle of luke warm Scully goo on Mulder's ugly hallway floor. She managed a greeting. "H-Hi." And she smiled, that half- expectant half skeptical smiled that she wore when Mulder would sheepishly present her with a new case.
"Hello yourself." Ha! He knew it, he knew what he was doing to her and he liked it. Charmingly, he smiled and praised the gay gods and his lovely partner for giving his life this makeover. Grasping her hand in his newly manicured one, he pulled her inside, relishing the warmth of her body as it accidentally brushed his. Truth is, Scully had lost control of nearly all of her motor functions and was doing all that she could not to stare directly at him.
"I like, the sweater's nice." She managed to spit out, quite proud of herself. She reached up with her left hand and felt the fabric, but was more interesting in the muscles underneath. He smiled and thanked her and she asked him to show him around his new "pad." Mulder led her by the hand into the living room and began explaing what Thom had done to it. She pretended to ignore the cameras that were following them around.
"And look at the couch. Isn't it great? I gotta say, I loved my leather one, but this one, ah, you gotta sit on it." Scully smiled and sat down next to Mulder on the couch. She was surprised, it did feel very comfortable. She bounced a bit and a thought bubbled into her heaf. 'No Dana, that's for the bed.' The thought startled her, and he face began to blush over. Mulder caught sight of it and asked her what was wrong. "Oh, nothing, I'm just amazed at what those guys did. It's really... it's really something." She averted her eyes and commented on the end tables.
"Yeah, those are awesome too. I picked out those myself." He smiled in a way that a three-year old would smile if he had just been given a cookie. His eyes lit up and his laugh lines pulled back and he looked ten years younger. Scully swooned a bit.
"Let me show you the bedroom!" Mulder exclaimed and quickly popped up from the couch. 'Oh please do.' Scully thought anxiously, and with a slight feeling of dread and a fake smile, followed her partner into his bedroom. She was astonished at the color change. And the bed looked positively inviting. He drew her attention to the closet, which was bigger than it had been before. "Yeah, Thom expanded on the place. Hey! Look! Three pairs of dress shoes. Pretty spiffy eh?" He elbowed her in the ribs, which did cause her to laugh genuinely. Before he could think to do otherwise, he wrapped his arm around her shoulder and showed her the rest of the apartment.
She was particularly taken with the bathroom. The mildew was gone and the toilet had been cleaned. The walls had been redone and were no longer somber yellow and black but blue. She was impressed with the candles and with the tasteful condition of the bookcase. While she was inspecting the array of literature on the shelves, Mulder quietly brought out the food and placed it on a tray by the table.
The jazz lilting from the stereo masked the sounds that he made as he placed a new table cloth and two candlesticks atop the table. He found the candles which were purchased for the occasion and put them in the holders and then arranged the food on the table.
"'The Manchurian Candidate Mulder? I-?" She turned around to find Mulder lighting the candles. She smiled shyly, and looked at the floor. Mulder smiled lovingly when she met his eyes and walked slowly towards her. When he was mere inches in front of her, he spoke. "What do you think?" He asked, clasping each of her hands in each of his own.
"I think-" Scully began, looking down at their hands and smiling shyly again. "That this is the only part of you I never knew. And now I know." Standing on tip toes, she brushed her lips against his cheek. Slyly, she whispered into his ear, "Hopefully there'll be more where that came from later."
He smiled coyly, and she allowed herself to be led into the dining room. She couldn't help but be astonished with her own brashness. Proud, and feeling sultry, she allowed Mulder to help her into her seat. "So, what did you make?" She inquired, slightly skeptical once more.
Mulder smirked and told her. "Grilled salmon with crab stuffed portabella mushrooms." He left her to go to the kitchen and retrieve the wine. When he returned, she wore a quirky grin. "That's one of my favorites." She said, making a mental note to reward him for such consideration later.
"I know." He replied simply and set about to filling their glasses. Once he finished, he sat down beside her and made a toast.
"To the Fab 5 for giving me this great new pad." He said pad in a quirky voice, causing Scully to raise a brow, and causing Mulder to continue. "And to the new me, which will hopefully result in... the new us." Her smile faded and she looked into his eyes. Clinking their glasses together, they stared at one another for some time until Mulder looked away and began serving the food.
Dessert followed dinner and a lethargic silence followed dessert... on the couch. The two agents talked for a time, poured themselves another glass of wine and talked of the decor...
And the couture.