Pure unadulterated Fluff. Written for a LiveJournal challenge involving numbers. IF you like it join the LJ group: xfdrabble
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If you add up the number of videos that "aren't mine" and the years that I have been pining for a certain red headed partner of mine, you'd get a 38.
The number of trips to god knows where only to be arrested, knocked unconscious, or forgotten about and the years that I have been pining for a certain red headed partner of mine. 342. Give or take a few, of course.
The number of partners I have trusted, and the years I've been pining after her. 13. Thirteen. Unlucky number thirteen, which in this case has turned very lucky, or so I hope.
The number of times we've kissed and the number of years I've been pining after her. 14. Counting, of course, that almost kiss in the hall way which was stopped because of that damn bee.
And here we are on my couch, watching the crappy b-movies that I force her to watch every time it's my turn to pick a movie. Her head is resting on my shoulder, my arms around her. This is the most comfortable we've gotten in a long time. She's not paying attention to the movie, and honestly neither am I. I'm too busy counting and adding things up in my head. Twelve years of longing. Number of nights we've spent in this situation plus the number of years I've been dreaming of something more. 2,581. Add in tonight, 2582.
I'm tired of adding up numbers that only mean we haven't taken that step. Partnership and friendship aside, I need her. And I know deep down she needs me too. We've been playing this game for far too long. I move my arm from her waist and haphazardly stroke her hair, brushing the random strands back behind her ear. She moves her head slightly to look at me, a curious look on her face but a small smile nonetheless. I tilt my head slightly with a grin, and a larger smile breaks across her face. In that moment I'm speechless, a pure Scully smile has that power over me. So I do the only thing that I can think of to do. I kiss her. Slowly and softly, but full of emotion that words would never be able to express.
Number of nights I've been too chicken shit to do something and the number of years I had been waiting for a night like tonight, 2581. And that number will never get any larger.
Just a little stand alone. There is a challenge fic coming I swear it. Just working out what I want to use in it.
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