Chapter Ten: Our Attic
A week had passed since Mulder's visit to the free clinic. No other "incidents" had occurred during the past seven days, mostly due to the fact that Mr. Mulder had been away on business for five of those days.
That afternoon, Mulder and Scully returned to the Mulder family residence, with a quick detour to the drugstore to fill Mulder's second prescription. On the way home, Mulder noticed that an unsettled silence loomed about Scully. He nervously glanced at her before returning his eyes to the road.
Neither spoke as they exited the car and ascended the porch stairs to the front door. Then, as Mulder was fishing out the house key from the other dozen jammed onto his key ring, Scully, as nonchalantly as she could manage, broke the silence.
"So, isn't your father returning from his business trip this afternoon?" Scully made a point not to refer to William Mulder as Mulder's dad, for, as she had explained to Mulder earlier that week, William Mulder's parental relationship with Mulder did not extend beyond genetic barriers.
Mulder looked a Scully a moment, sizing her up. Scully prayed that her inquiry did not sound as desperate and as anxious as it really was. She forced herself not to look away as Mulder studied her eyes.
"Yeah. Scully, are you okay?"
"Mm-hmm," Scully nodded, "I'm fine."
Mulder continued to stare at her. "Are you sure?"
Scully laughed, albeit nervously, "Yes, I'm sure."
Mulder let the matter go and ushered her into the house before closing the front door behind them. He tossed his backpack where Scully had gently placed hers on the floor. He hollered from the kitchen asking her if she wanted their usual. At Scully's confirmation, he returned with two sodas and plopped down on the sofa next to a stiff-backed Scully.
"Scully, what's wrong?"
Scully was staring at a nameless spot on the wall. She slowly shifted her glance over to Mulder. "I...uh. Well," Scully started again, "your father. It's just..."
Mulder picked up on Scully's apprehension. He took her hand in his, resting both in his lap. "Do you want to go over to your house?"
Scully shook her head, "My house is too open. There's no privacy. But do you think we could study somewhere farther away from the kitchen door? You know, in case he comes home early?"
Mulder nodded and pulled himself and her off the couch, leading her once again up the attic stairs, their hands still joined.
"No one ever comes up here. Sam and I used to when my parents fought, but that's it."
Scully dropped her backpack on the dusty floor and walked around the length of attic. She had more time to study her surroundings than the last time she was up here. The far end of the attic, opposite the corner in which she hid a mere week ago, had a corresponding window that looked over the backyard. Mulder watched her.
"Do you feel safer up here?" Scully nodded. "Which part do you like the best?"
"This back corner. When you first come up the attic stairs, you can't see this corner."
Mulder smiled and walked to the opposite corner. He pulled an old mattress out from its place leaning against old boxes and dragged it across the length of the attic. "We can use this to sit on. Sorry that we don't have a couch or something up here."
Scully shook her head at his apology, "That'll do fine." A beat. "Hey Mulder, do you thing we could always come up here? I mean, even when your father is away?"
Mulder let the mattress fall at Scully's feet, kicking it into place. "Yeah, but why?"
Scully shrugged with an embarrassed smile on her face, "It's just...I know it's silly, but it's like our own little secret, our own place, ya know?"
Mulder replied with a small laugh, "It's not silly. And we can, if you want."
They silently agreed to get to work, already behind on their homework. The two students sat side-by-side on the mattress, Scully pleasantly wedged between her boyfriend and the window. She knew already that this would become a common scene in their lives.
Weeks went by, and Mulder and Scully's Attic, as it came to be referred to as, grew in belongings. The first week, Scully returned from her house with a huge moving box with "Dana" written across it in permanent marker. "What's that?" Mulder asked with a laugh, taking the surprisingly light albeit awkward box from Scully's clutches.
"Bedding. And lots of throw pillows. I have entirely too many throw pillows, and I'm always making Mom buy me more. Now I have ridiculously too many for my bed. And an old sheet set and one of my quilts. I figured it would brighten up the attic. But if you don't like them("
Mulder waved his hand, "I'm sure they're lovely. Do you want to put them on now?" Scully nodded.
They climbed the creaky steps up to the attic, skipping the loud ones automatically.
The second week, as Scully poured over her biology textbook, Mulder rummaged through the furniture stored in the attic. He emerged with an old peach crate, which he deliberately placed on its end next to the mattress. It served as a table.
Scully, curiously perusing the attic's treasures, had come across a tall, wooden bookshelf. Mulder had helped her drag it to the wall next to the bed. They settled it at a ninety-degree angle with the wall, and it served as both a bookshelf and a barrier to further hide the nook.
Sometime between the third and fourth week, Mulder showed Scully a wooden ladder he found hung up on the wall in the garage.
"We can keep it up here when we're here and in the flowers outside when we're not, so if you want to come over and, like, my dad's home, you don't have to mess with him."
Scully smiled and kissed him in return.
All in all, the attic did not look too shabby.
Semester finals had been absolutely horrible. The whole student body was relieved to be on break for Christmas holidays. The teachers had been nice enough not to assign any projects over the vacation. Today was the last day of finals, so school let out early(at eleven thirty instead of three fifteen.
As soon as they had returned from school, Mulder and Scully had retreated to the Attic. Both Mulder and Scully flung books and papers unceremoniously off the mattress and onto the floor, where the school supplies would remain for the next three weeks. Mulder collapsed onto the mattress, his limbs spread in a look of defeat. Scully took off her sneakers and grabbed the quilt from its resting-place in an old cardboard box before curling up next to Mulder.
She spread the quilt out as best as she could without having to exert any actual effort. She rested her head on his chest and closed her eyes.
"How was your French exam?" Mulder asked.
"I hate French. I hate France," Scully mumbled into his chest.
Mulder chuckled and smoothed her hair. "I'm sure you did wonderful."
Scully replied, "What about you, how was English?"
"It went really well. I must've written twenty pages for those essays. She gave us back our research papers, too."
"Hmm? What was it on, again?"
"I did a character analysis of Heathcliff in Bronte's Wuthering Heights. I showed that through his relationship with Catherine his..."
Scully drifted into an exhausted slumber as Mulder explained the purpose of his paper. His calming voice and the fact that he kept running his fingers through her hair lulled her to sleep.
It took a few minutes for Mulder to realize that Scully was no longer awake. He laughed to himself at the fact that he had droned on about some project and had bored her to sleep. He reached around to the makeshift table and grabbed the book he was currently reading, Kafka's Metamorphosis, and picked up where he had left off earlier that week.
About ninety minutes later, Scully shifted and eventually escaped the clutches of sleep. As she pulled away from Mulder, he closed his book and smiled at her.
"Am I that boring?" he asked teasingly.
Scully ran her hand through her hair and then over her face, "How long have I been asleep?"
Mulder looked at his watch, "Over an hour and a half."
"Oh, shit! We have to be at my house, like fifteen minutes ago," Scully cursed. If she and Mulder were late, her mom would ask questions later.
As if on cue, the telephone rang. "That's my mom. We should go." Scully scrambled with her tennis shoes as Mulder grabbed both of their coats.
"Shouldn't we answer the telephone?" Mulder asked.
Scully shook her head, "Let her think we already left."
They dashed out the door and on to the Scully residence.
As they hurried up the icy sidewalk to the front door, Scully turned to Mulder, "Do I look like I've been sleeping?"
Mulder shook his head. "Nope, you look fine."
Maggie Scully hurried to the door when she heard it open, "Fox! It's so nice to see you again! It seems like Dana here is keeping you all to herself."
Mulder laughed, "Actually, I think it is I who has been keeping Dana to myself."
Scully looked uncomfortable, as most girls are when their mothers are sizing up the boyfriends. "Who's here?"
Maggie laughed, "Everybody's here. You two are the last ones. Charlie and his friends are in the family room, Missy and hers are in the upstairs living room, and your father is in the kitchen," she finished with a smile.
Scully's eyes lit up, "Daddy's home! He wasn't supposed to get back until next week."
"Do I hear my Starbuck?" a booming voice rounded the corner.
Scully ran into her father's arms, "How'd you come back early?"
"I told my crew I had to come see my Starbuck. Then, I come home to find she's not here!"
"Sorry, Daddy, we lost track of time," Dana smiled at her father's playful reprimands.
"We?"
Mulder smiled nervously as Scully pulled him over to where she and her father stood before dropping his hand. "Daddy, this is Fox Mulder, and Fox, this is Captain William Scully."
"Ahh! The ever-Elusive Fox I've been hearing so much about. It's nice to meet you at last,"
"Nice to meet you too, err..." Mulder trailed off, not knowing what he should call him.
"Mr. Scully is fine," Mr. Scully smiled.
"Mr. Scully," Mulder finished as he shook the captain's hand.
"Firm handshake, I like that," Mr. Scully obviously approved of her daughter's taste. As simple as that, Mulder was officially accepted into the Scully family.
"Mom, when are we eating?" Scully asked, turning to Maggie.
"In about forty-five minutes," Maggie replied.
"Can Fox and I go upstairs until then?" Dana asked.
Maggie nodded her approval as Scully and Mulder turned to head up the stairs.
Just as they had started their ascent, William Mulder, in a voice purposely loud enough for Dana to hear, "My Starbuck's growing up on me, Maggie. She'd rather be with her boyfriend than her old Ahab."
Scully laughed and ran down the stairs to her father, "Daddy, you know I love you."
"Yeah, yeah," Mr. Scully replied playfully.
"I do!"
Mr. Scully kissed his daughter on the cheek, "Off with you! Don't leave Elusive Fox by himself!"
Scully smiled and did not hesitate to return to Mulder's side. Once upstairs, they had decided to bypass the noise coming from the upstairs living room and snuck into Dana's bedroom. Scully made sure to leave her door opened a crack and turned to find Mulder looking around her room. At this moment, he was reading the titles on her bookshelf.
Scully stood behind him and cleared her throat. "Would you rather read or..." she trailed off.
Mulder pretended to ponder the choices and Scully playfully dropped her jaw. Mulder seized the opportunity and captured her open mouth with his. Still entwined, Mulder backed up to the overstuffed, oversized easy chair that sat in the corner of the room, pulling Scully on top of him, emitting a smothered 'oomph' from her.
Mulder's hands trailed up and down her back in small, slow patterns. Scully hands found their way into Mulder's hair, her fingers tangled in the chocolate locks. Thirty minutes later, both were in much the same position as Maggie Scully bellowed up the stairs, "Dana!"
Mulder moan his protest as Scully broke away, "Yes, Mom?"
"The roast is taking longer to cook, so it will be later than I had expected. Thirty more minutes, at least. Do you and Fox want something to munch on?"
Meanwhile, Mulder's searching mouth had found the skin on her neck and upper chest, exposed by her V-neck sweater, very enticing. It took all of Scully's willpower to answer her mother in a steady voice.
"No, we can wait," Dana replied, hoping she didn't sound as hoarse to her mother as she did in her own head.
Mulder made his way past her jawline, an up to Dana's ear. "Dana," he whispered equally as hoarse, "I wanted something to munch on." Mulder gently tugged at her earlobe with his teeth before speaking again. "I guess you'll have to do."
Scully moaned before turning swiftly and capturing his mouth with his. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him close. They finally broke apart ten minutes later, out of breath. Mulder rested his forehead against hers. "You are so beautiful, Dana."
Scully looked away, shy.
"No, really. You are absolutely breathtaking."
"Mulder, stop, you'll make me blush."
Mulder complied and kissed the tip of her nose. They sat there for a few moments, not wanting to break the mood with talking. Scully nestled closer to Mulder, repositioning herself so that while she still sat in his lap, her head rested against his shoulder. Mulder tightened his arms around her, his hand traveling lazily up and down her spine.
After a few minutes, Mulder pulled his arm out from behind her back to point to a red patch of skin where her neck met her right shoulder. "You're gonna have a hickey," he teased.
Scully's hand instinctively went to the spot on which his finger rested as she gasped. "Oh, God."
Mulder chuckled.
"It's not funny!" she accused. "How could you?" she asked, although she did not regret that he did.
Mulder kissed her quickly on the lips. "It's little. No one will be able to tell. Besides, how could I not? I needed someone...I mean, something to munch on," he teased.
"Really, do you think it'll be big?"
Mulder shook his head, "No bigger than a dime. Anyway, if you wear your hair down, no one will see it, even if they're looking for it."
Scully smiled, though she was trying to be stern, "Lucky for you." Then she stood. "We should go down and see if they need any help setting the table.
Mulder chuckled.
"What?"
"You might want to brush your hair."
Scully spun around to view her reflection and laughed. She ran the brush through her hair before tossing it in Mulder's lap.
"You don't look so hot yourself."
Mulder feigned insult, "I, my dear lady, always look hot!"
And though he ran the brush through his hair, it did not make that big of a difference. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxx
a/n: I am SOO sorry that I haven't updated in a whole damn month! I have had soooo much shit to do with school. Papers, finals, etc. that I've had NO energy to write.
More soon, (or at least sooner than before!)
theresa
A week had passed since Mulder's visit to the free clinic. No other "incidents" had occurred during the past seven days, mostly due to the fact that Mr. Mulder had been away on business for five of those days.
That afternoon, Mulder and Scully returned to the Mulder family residence, with a quick detour to the drugstore to fill Mulder's second prescription. On the way home, Mulder noticed that an unsettled silence loomed about Scully. He nervously glanced at her before returning his eyes to the road.
Neither spoke as they exited the car and ascended the porch stairs to the front door. Then, as Mulder was fishing out the house key from the other dozen jammed onto his key ring, Scully, as nonchalantly as she could manage, broke the silence.
"So, isn't your father returning from his business trip this afternoon?" Scully made a point not to refer to William Mulder as Mulder's dad, for, as she had explained to Mulder earlier that week, William Mulder's parental relationship with Mulder did not extend beyond genetic barriers.
Mulder looked a Scully a moment, sizing her up. Scully prayed that her inquiry did not sound as desperate and as anxious as it really was. She forced herself not to look away as Mulder studied her eyes.
"Yeah. Scully, are you okay?"
"Mm-hmm," Scully nodded, "I'm fine."
Mulder continued to stare at her. "Are you sure?"
Scully laughed, albeit nervously, "Yes, I'm sure."
Mulder let the matter go and ushered her into the house before closing the front door behind them. He tossed his backpack where Scully had gently placed hers on the floor. He hollered from the kitchen asking her if she wanted their usual. At Scully's confirmation, he returned with two sodas and plopped down on the sofa next to a stiff-backed Scully.
"Scully, what's wrong?"
Scully was staring at a nameless spot on the wall. She slowly shifted her glance over to Mulder. "I...uh. Well," Scully started again, "your father. It's just..."
Mulder picked up on Scully's apprehension. He took her hand in his, resting both in his lap. "Do you want to go over to your house?"
Scully shook her head, "My house is too open. There's no privacy. But do you think we could study somewhere farther away from the kitchen door? You know, in case he comes home early?"
Mulder nodded and pulled himself and her off the couch, leading her once again up the attic stairs, their hands still joined.
"No one ever comes up here. Sam and I used to when my parents fought, but that's it."
Scully dropped her backpack on the dusty floor and walked around the length of attic. She had more time to study her surroundings than the last time she was up here. The far end of the attic, opposite the corner in which she hid a mere week ago, had a corresponding window that looked over the backyard. Mulder watched her.
"Do you feel safer up here?" Scully nodded. "Which part do you like the best?"
"This back corner. When you first come up the attic stairs, you can't see this corner."
Mulder smiled and walked to the opposite corner. He pulled an old mattress out from its place leaning against old boxes and dragged it across the length of the attic. "We can use this to sit on. Sorry that we don't have a couch or something up here."
Scully shook her head at his apology, "That'll do fine." A beat. "Hey Mulder, do you thing we could always come up here? I mean, even when your father is away?"
Mulder let the mattress fall at Scully's feet, kicking it into place. "Yeah, but why?"
Scully shrugged with an embarrassed smile on her face, "It's just...I know it's silly, but it's like our own little secret, our own place, ya know?"
Mulder replied with a small laugh, "It's not silly. And we can, if you want."
They silently agreed to get to work, already behind on their homework. The two students sat side-by-side on the mattress, Scully pleasantly wedged between her boyfriend and the window. She knew already that this would become a common scene in their lives.
Weeks went by, and Mulder and Scully's Attic, as it came to be referred to as, grew in belongings. The first week, Scully returned from her house with a huge moving box with "Dana" written across it in permanent marker. "What's that?" Mulder asked with a laugh, taking the surprisingly light albeit awkward box from Scully's clutches.
"Bedding. And lots of throw pillows. I have entirely too many throw pillows, and I'm always making Mom buy me more. Now I have ridiculously too many for my bed. And an old sheet set and one of my quilts. I figured it would brighten up the attic. But if you don't like them("
Mulder waved his hand, "I'm sure they're lovely. Do you want to put them on now?" Scully nodded.
They climbed the creaky steps up to the attic, skipping the loud ones automatically.
The second week, as Scully poured over her biology textbook, Mulder rummaged through the furniture stored in the attic. He emerged with an old peach crate, which he deliberately placed on its end next to the mattress. It served as a table.
Scully, curiously perusing the attic's treasures, had come across a tall, wooden bookshelf. Mulder had helped her drag it to the wall next to the bed. They settled it at a ninety-degree angle with the wall, and it served as both a bookshelf and a barrier to further hide the nook.
Sometime between the third and fourth week, Mulder showed Scully a wooden ladder he found hung up on the wall in the garage.
"We can keep it up here when we're here and in the flowers outside when we're not, so if you want to come over and, like, my dad's home, you don't have to mess with him."
Scully smiled and kissed him in return.
All in all, the attic did not look too shabby.
Semester finals had been absolutely horrible. The whole student body was relieved to be on break for Christmas holidays. The teachers had been nice enough not to assign any projects over the vacation. Today was the last day of finals, so school let out early(at eleven thirty instead of three fifteen.
As soon as they had returned from school, Mulder and Scully had retreated to the Attic. Both Mulder and Scully flung books and papers unceremoniously off the mattress and onto the floor, where the school supplies would remain for the next three weeks. Mulder collapsed onto the mattress, his limbs spread in a look of defeat. Scully took off her sneakers and grabbed the quilt from its resting-place in an old cardboard box before curling up next to Mulder.
She spread the quilt out as best as she could without having to exert any actual effort. She rested her head on his chest and closed her eyes.
"How was your French exam?" Mulder asked.
"I hate French. I hate France," Scully mumbled into his chest.
Mulder chuckled and smoothed her hair. "I'm sure you did wonderful."
Scully replied, "What about you, how was English?"
"It went really well. I must've written twenty pages for those essays. She gave us back our research papers, too."
"Hmm? What was it on, again?"
"I did a character analysis of Heathcliff in Bronte's Wuthering Heights. I showed that through his relationship with Catherine his..."
Scully drifted into an exhausted slumber as Mulder explained the purpose of his paper. His calming voice and the fact that he kept running his fingers through her hair lulled her to sleep.
It took a few minutes for Mulder to realize that Scully was no longer awake. He laughed to himself at the fact that he had droned on about some project and had bored her to sleep. He reached around to the makeshift table and grabbed the book he was currently reading, Kafka's Metamorphosis, and picked up where he had left off earlier that week.
About ninety minutes later, Scully shifted and eventually escaped the clutches of sleep. As she pulled away from Mulder, he closed his book and smiled at her.
"Am I that boring?" he asked teasingly.
Scully ran her hand through her hair and then over her face, "How long have I been asleep?"
Mulder looked at his watch, "Over an hour and a half."
"Oh, shit! We have to be at my house, like fifteen minutes ago," Scully cursed. If she and Mulder were late, her mom would ask questions later.
As if on cue, the telephone rang. "That's my mom. We should go." Scully scrambled with her tennis shoes as Mulder grabbed both of their coats.
"Shouldn't we answer the telephone?" Mulder asked.
Scully shook her head, "Let her think we already left."
They dashed out the door and on to the Scully residence.
As they hurried up the icy sidewalk to the front door, Scully turned to Mulder, "Do I look like I've been sleeping?"
Mulder shook his head. "Nope, you look fine."
Maggie Scully hurried to the door when she heard it open, "Fox! It's so nice to see you again! It seems like Dana here is keeping you all to herself."
Mulder laughed, "Actually, I think it is I who has been keeping Dana to myself."
Scully looked uncomfortable, as most girls are when their mothers are sizing up the boyfriends. "Who's here?"
Maggie laughed, "Everybody's here. You two are the last ones. Charlie and his friends are in the family room, Missy and hers are in the upstairs living room, and your father is in the kitchen," she finished with a smile.
Scully's eyes lit up, "Daddy's home! He wasn't supposed to get back until next week."
"Do I hear my Starbuck?" a booming voice rounded the corner.
Scully ran into her father's arms, "How'd you come back early?"
"I told my crew I had to come see my Starbuck. Then, I come home to find she's not here!"
"Sorry, Daddy, we lost track of time," Dana smiled at her father's playful reprimands.
"We?"
Mulder smiled nervously as Scully pulled him over to where she and her father stood before dropping his hand. "Daddy, this is Fox Mulder, and Fox, this is Captain William Scully."
"Ahh! The ever-Elusive Fox I've been hearing so much about. It's nice to meet you at last,"
"Nice to meet you too, err..." Mulder trailed off, not knowing what he should call him.
"Mr. Scully is fine," Mr. Scully smiled.
"Mr. Scully," Mulder finished as he shook the captain's hand.
"Firm handshake, I like that," Mr. Scully obviously approved of her daughter's taste. As simple as that, Mulder was officially accepted into the Scully family.
"Mom, when are we eating?" Scully asked, turning to Maggie.
"In about forty-five minutes," Maggie replied.
"Can Fox and I go upstairs until then?" Dana asked.
Maggie nodded her approval as Scully and Mulder turned to head up the stairs.
Just as they had started their ascent, William Mulder, in a voice purposely loud enough for Dana to hear, "My Starbuck's growing up on me, Maggie. She'd rather be with her boyfriend than her old Ahab."
Scully laughed and ran down the stairs to her father, "Daddy, you know I love you."
"Yeah, yeah," Mr. Scully replied playfully.
"I do!"
Mr. Scully kissed his daughter on the cheek, "Off with you! Don't leave Elusive Fox by himself!"
Scully smiled and did not hesitate to return to Mulder's side. Once upstairs, they had decided to bypass the noise coming from the upstairs living room and snuck into Dana's bedroom. Scully made sure to leave her door opened a crack and turned to find Mulder looking around her room. At this moment, he was reading the titles on her bookshelf.
Scully stood behind him and cleared her throat. "Would you rather read or..." she trailed off.
Mulder pretended to ponder the choices and Scully playfully dropped her jaw. Mulder seized the opportunity and captured her open mouth with his. Still entwined, Mulder backed up to the overstuffed, oversized easy chair that sat in the corner of the room, pulling Scully on top of him, emitting a smothered 'oomph' from her.
Mulder's hands trailed up and down her back in small, slow patterns. Scully hands found their way into Mulder's hair, her fingers tangled in the chocolate locks. Thirty minutes later, both were in much the same position as Maggie Scully bellowed up the stairs, "Dana!"
Mulder moan his protest as Scully broke away, "Yes, Mom?"
"The roast is taking longer to cook, so it will be later than I had expected. Thirty more minutes, at least. Do you and Fox want something to munch on?"
Meanwhile, Mulder's searching mouth had found the skin on her neck and upper chest, exposed by her V-neck sweater, very enticing. It took all of Scully's willpower to answer her mother in a steady voice.
"No, we can wait," Dana replied, hoping she didn't sound as hoarse to her mother as she did in her own head.
Mulder made his way past her jawline, an up to Dana's ear. "Dana," he whispered equally as hoarse, "I wanted something to munch on." Mulder gently tugged at her earlobe with his teeth before speaking again. "I guess you'll have to do."
Scully moaned before turning swiftly and capturing his mouth with his. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him close. They finally broke apart ten minutes later, out of breath. Mulder rested his forehead against hers. "You are so beautiful, Dana."
Scully looked away, shy.
"No, really. You are absolutely breathtaking."
"Mulder, stop, you'll make me blush."
Mulder complied and kissed the tip of her nose. They sat there for a few moments, not wanting to break the mood with talking. Scully nestled closer to Mulder, repositioning herself so that while she still sat in his lap, her head rested against his shoulder. Mulder tightened his arms around her, his hand traveling lazily up and down her spine.
After a few minutes, Mulder pulled his arm out from behind her back to point to a red patch of skin where her neck met her right shoulder. "You're gonna have a hickey," he teased.
Scully's hand instinctively went to the spot on which his finger rested as she gasped. "Oh, God."
Mulder chuckled.
"It's not funny!" she accused. "How could you?" she asked, although she did not regret that he did.
Mulder kissed her quickly on the lips. "It's little. No one will be able to tell. Besides, how could I not? I needed someone...I mean, something to munch on," he teased.
"Really, do you think it'll be big?"
Mulder shook his head, "No bigger than a dime. Anyway, if you wear your hair down, no one will see it, even if they're looking for it."
Scully smiled, though she was trying to be stern, "Lucky for you." Then she stood. "We should go down and see if they need any help setting the table.
Mulder chuckled.
"What?"
"You might want to brush your hair."
Scully spun around to view her reflection and laughed. She ran the brush through her hair before tossing it in Mulder's lap.
"You don't look so hot yourself."
Mulder feigned insult, "I, my dear lady, always look hot!"
And though he ran the brush through his hair, it did not make that big of a difference. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxx
a/n: I am SOO sorry that I haven't updated in a whole damn month! I have had soooo much shit to do with school. Papers, finals, etc. that I've had NO energy to write.
More soon, (or at least sooner than before!)
theresa