A/N: Thank you all for all the reviews, and yes i also think John and Monica should just grow up but remember that it took Mulder and Scully 7 years. i not planning on making them wait that long, in fact there is a little something in this chapter you guys should like. I'm sorry about my grammer and spelling, but my beta is not reviewing them. on another note for all of us that have been waiting for another x-files movie, i found this wesite were they have a petitionfor another movie they need 10,000 names but last i checked only had 5361. so if you want another movie plz go to ok im done babaling, hope you enjoy this chapter and plz review, i would love to hear what you think should happen next.
John pulled her into his arms and kissed her. He kissed her lips than worked his way up, kissing her cheek, and ear. "I love you Mon," he whispered as he slowly made his way to her neck. Ever so slowly he pulled the thin strap of her shirt off. Then Bang he kissed bang her chest bang slowly bang bang moving down. Bang
Monica's eyes flew open; she looked over at the clock on her nightstand, 9:43. She slowly sighed and her mind drifted back to her dream. It was the same dream she had every night, since the day she meet him, but this time she was not able to finish her dream thanks to the banging on her door. THE DOOR! Someone was at the door; they had been for a while. She got up and looked around the room for a shirt to but on.
The only thing she found was a very thin, transparent nightgown. Not appropriate for anyone to see, expect for maybe your lover, but Monica didn't have a lover. It's kind of hard to have a relationship with a guy when you're stuck on your partner. Monica put on the nightgown and looked in the mirror.
"Great barely covers the essentials," she said to herself, "who cares. Whoever is knocking should know better then to come knocking at this time. I'm coming!" she yelled.
She sleepily walked over to the door, barely opening her eyes. She was preparing to yell at who ever was on the other side of the door. She yanked the door open and her eyes flew open.
"John, what are you doing here?" she asked the man that was standing outside her door holding a bag, which smelled like breakfast. His eyes moved slowly down her body. She suddenly wished she had something a little bit more conservative on.
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Mulder watched as Dana did the dishes. He knew she was upset but he didn't know why. He walked up behind her and kissed her neck. She pulled away. "Dana what's wrong? Are you okay?"
"Nothing, I'm fine." In other words 'fuck off Mulder'. Before he would have done just that, but not know. How were they suppose to be a family if they couldn't even tell the other what was bothering them?
"If it's nothing then why are you so mad?"
"I'm not mad Mulder. Animals get mad. I'm anger, furious, damn right pissed off," she yelled at him. He looked confused. "But why would you be angry?"
"Why would I be angry? Gee Mulder I don't know maybe with 'from now on we will make all decision together'. And not even three hours later you go ahead and make MAJOR decision WITHOUT ME! You couldn't even wait three damn hours. All this 'I was an ass, that's going to change'. Well guess what Mulder, you're still an ass." she stormed out of the room.
Mulder followed. "Is this about the offer Kersh made?" Dana just looked at him as if he had lost his mind. For a split second he tough he should run before she grabbed her gun and shot him. She practically had steam coming out of her ears.
"Is this about the offer Kersh made? Is this about the offer Kersh made?" she whispered as she moved closer to him, she was now right in front of him. He wanted to back away from her but was afraid of what she might do, so he just nodded his head. "Are you kidding me?" she yelled throwing her hands in the air. "Are you some sort of idiot? Did you lose some brain cells while you were gone, Mulder? Of course this is about the offer made. No, scratch that. It's not about the offer Kersh made." she finished calmly. Now Mulder was really confused. She didn't even know why she was upset. "Mulder stop thinking, your transparent I know exactly what I'm angry about. It's not about the offer Kersh made. It's about you excepting the offer."
"You don't want me to go back to work? I don't have to but Dana baby-- I can't just stay here all day. I mean I'd love to bu-"
"But you'd you get bored." she finished for him. She had tears in her eyes as she sat down on the couch. Right there it hit Mulder. He knew why she was so upset. He walked over to her and kneeled right in front of her and took her hand.
"Listen to me honey, and listen good. I love you. I love you so much. I could never get bored of being with you. Never. You and Will are my life, my world, my all. I know I haven't shown it, but sweetie I can't live without you or him. No matter happens, no matter how jeopardous something may be, I wont leave. I can't. Know why?" he asked as he wiped a tear that escaped her eyes. "Love, it's because I can't be without you. Once upon a time the x-files were my life, now you are my life. Do you understand?" tears were now freely falling down her face.
"Do you have any idea how many pet names you just used?" he shook he's head as he layed his head on her lap. "I think you missed the point."
"No Mulder, I got the point. You won't go of to investigate any x-files. Not even when John and Monica come asking for help on a case?" she looked at him skeptically, as he nodded. "You could at least have discussed it with me first. I mean-" she was cut of by the ringing of the phone. Mulder went to pick it up.
"Someone's got horrible timing. Hello. Yes sir, I think I'll need some time to think about it. I'll call you when we've made up our minds" Mulder hung up not even giving the director time to talk. He tossed the phone and went over to kiss her.
She put her hands on his chest, "Mulder I don't want you to say no. I want you to take the job."
"I know, I just didn't want him to think he could get me to do what he wanted," he laughed as he kissed her. "And the more time I take to say yes, the more time I get to spend with you and Will."
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John licked his lips and cleared his throat, "I, um, well," he stuttered as he tried to focus on something besides Monica's body. She finally noticed he was staring at her chest. She went inside and put on a shirt over her barely there nightgown. She turned to face John who had followed her inside. "What I was saying was that" he cleared his throat one more time. John didn't understand why he felt like a teenager catching a glimpse of the female body for the first time. " John spit it out" Monica snapped a bit embarrassed. "I said I was gonna help you fix up so here I am."
Monica stared at him for a while then laughed while shaking his head. "Did I miss something Mon. What's so funny? Did I come to early? Stupid question."
"Nothing John" she told him smiling, "why don't you go warm up that food. That is food right? You aren't dumb enough to come waking me up with out bring me food? I mean unless you want me to be in a bad mood."
"So all I have to do to clam you down at work is feed you? Wow some one should have told me that ages ago would have saved me some bruses." John joked feeling more at ease.
"Ha ha very funny. I never hit you. At least not hard enough to leave a bruse. Go warm up my food while I get ready?"
He watched as Monica walked out of the room and couldn't help but watch as her hips moved from side to side as she did so. "Focus John, focus" he told himself. He came to help her not to watch her gorgeous body move as 'stay on track john. No staring at Monica. You are not allowed to lose your cool around her again. Unless you want to lose her.' John walk to her kitchen open the microwave and put his plate in first. As he was watching the microwave his thoughts began to wonder.
'She look so amazing when she opened. She always looks amazing dumdass not only when she's half naked. But damn when she's half naked - focus. Focus. You are not allowed to think of her like that. Think of her as your sister. Yea that will work think of her as if she were your sister. Or as your best friends sister. Your best friend's hot, sweet, beautiful sister. Damn John; do not let your thoughts go there you can't risk losing her. She means too much to you.' the microwave beeped telling him his plate was done then he put her plate in.
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Monica was standing under the shower she was trying to hurry but her thoughts wonder off to John. She didn't understand him. He pulled away and then came back. It was as if he couldn't make up his mind.
'Why is he here? Damn why does he do this to me if he doesn't want me. And what was with all that stuttering when I opened the door? I mean I know I was barley covered but it's not like he has never seen it before. Why was he looking at me so lustfully if he doesn't want me? Maybe he wants me? Or maybe to doesn't? Ah, the age old question, to believe or not to believe.'
Monica got out of the shower, and put on some close. She waked into the kitchen were John had set up the table. "Wow John you went all out. Where did you find a place that makes a full breakfast on Sundays?" She said as she looked at the plates full of pancakes, eggs, and sausages.
"Monica you really don't wake up on weekends do you? You could find it anywhere, but I found it in my kitchen." She looked at him in disbelieve as she took the first bite.
"Wow, this is amazing you could start a restaurant. But if you were coming over here why did you make it at your house and not here?"
"Well knowing you as well as I do I figure you wouldn't have any groceries?Guess I was right." he said as he emptied the last drop of juice in a cup.
"We could share," she said so innocently he was tempted to kiss her. "Guess we are going to have to Mon." he said with small smile on his lips.
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They decided it would be best to work on the living room that day. By the time they took everything out of the room covered the floors and everything they couldn't move with plastic, stopped for a lunch brake and finally finished painting it was late.
"Jesus Monica you were planning on doing all this by yourself?" John asked her as they both sat on the floor eating out of a bucket of ice cream. She nodded her head she as she slowly pulled the spoon out of her mouth.
"Yep. And I still have to do my bedroom and all of the other parts of the house that don't really matter." she said licking the spoon. He was just staring at her with complete amusement. "And you thought you were going to do all that today, all by your little self?"
"Well you wouldn't have taken so long today if you would have stopped playing around."
"Oh so I was the one that started playing?" she nodded her head. "Really? So I'm guessing I was also the one who flickered the paint brush all over?" again she nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. " I really wasn't behaving today was I?" he whispered while throwing a spoonful of ice cream at her.
Monica's eyes opened wide with disbelieve she opened mouth wide as her body felt the cold. Taking advantage of her open mouth he flung some ice cream in her mouth. "John. Run." she screamed as she got up the bucket of ice cream to throw at him. She cornered him then took a handful of ice cream at him. They struggled as he tried to pull the ice cream away from her. She pulled away and ran. When he caught up to her, he tickled her this cause the ice cream to fall. As they both went to grad it they tripped landing on the ice cream.
They were lying on the floor both covered with ice cream, laughing like children with out a care in the world. John was on top of Monica, staring into her eyes. Monica was doing the same. In that moment time seem to freeze as he slowly lowered his lips to hers. He kissed her slow at first taking his time to taste her, the he kissed her more passionately. His hand began to wonder as did hers. She tugged at his shirt trying to get it off him.
Then out of nowhere John pulled away. Both of them were breathing heavily. "I should go," he said not moving. She still hadn't regained her breath so all she did was shake her head no. "We can't do this." He said moving. "Yes we can John." she tried to pull him back but he had already gotten up and started walking away. He reached the door then turned backed and saw her still lying on the floor. Her lips looked ripped. Her eyes were teary begging him not to go. That's when he lost it. He walked back across the living room bent down and kissed her ever so slowly. He pulled away and wiped a tear that had escaped her eyes away. He held her face in both hand as he stared at her for a long while before kissing her one last time. "I'll see you tomorrow."
John pulled her into his arms and kissed her. He kissed her lips than worked his way up, kissing her cheek, and ear. "I love you Mon," he whispered as he slowly made his way to her neck. Ever so slowly he pulled the thin strap of her shirt off. Then Bang he kissed bang her chest bang slowly bang bang moving down. Bang
Monica's eyes flew open; she looked over at the clock on her nightstand, 9:43. She slowly sighed and her mind drifted back to her dream. It was the same dream she had every night, since the day she meet him, but this time she was not able to finish her dream thanks to the banging on her door. THE DOOR! Someone was at the door; they had been for a while. She got up and looked around the room for a shirt to but on.
The only thing she found was a very thin, transparent nightgown. Not appropriate for anyone to see, expect for maybe your lover, but Monica didn't have a lover. It's kind of hard to have a relationship with a guy when you're stuck on your partner. Monica put on the nightgown and looked in the mirror.
"Great barely covers the essentials," she said to herself, "who cares. Whoever is knocking should know better then to come knocking at this time. I'm coming!" she yelled.
She sleepily walked over to the door, barely opening her eyes. She was preparing to yell at who ever was on the other side of the door. She yanked the door open and her eyes flew open.
"John, what are you doing here?" she asked the man that was standing outside her door holding a bag, which smelled like breakfast. His eyes moved slowly down her body. She suddenly wished she had something a little bit more conservative on.
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Mulder watched as Dana did the dishes. He knew she was upset but he didn't know why. He walked up behind her and kissed her neck. She pulled away. "Dana what's wrong? Are you okay?"
"Nothing, I'm fine." In other words 'fuck off Mulder'. Before he would have done just that, but not know. How were they suppose to be a family if they couldn't even tell the other what was bothering them?
"If it's nothing then why are you so mad?"
"I'm not mad Mulder. Animals get mad. I'm anger, furious, damn right pissed off," she yelled at him. He looked confused. "But why would you be angry?"
"Why would I be angry? Gee Mulder I don't know maybe with 'from now on we will make all decision together'. And not even three hours later you go ahead and make MAJOR decision WITHOUT ME! You couldn't even wait three damn hours. All this 'I was an ass, that's going to change'. Well guess what Mulder, you're still an ass." she stormed out of the room.
Mulder followed. "Is this about the offer Kersh made?" Dana just looked at him as if he had lost his mind. For a split second he tough he should run before she grabbed her gun and shot him. She practically had steam coming out of her ears.
"Is this about the offer Kersh made? Is this about the offer Kersh made?" she whispered as she moved closer to him, she was now right in front of him. He wanted to back away from her but was afraid of what she might do, so he just nodded his head. "Are you kidding me?" she yelled throwing her hands in the air. "Are you some sort of idiot? Did you lose some brain cells while you were gone, Mulder? Of course this is about the offer made. No, scratch that. It's not about the offer Kersh made." she finished calmly. Now Mulder was really confused. She didn't even know why she was upset. "Mulder stop thinking, your transparent I know exactly what I'm angry about. It's not about the offer Kersh made. It's about you excepting the offer."
"You don't want me to go back to work? I don't have to but Dana baby-- I can't just stay here all day. I mean I'd love to bu-"
"But you'd you get bored." she finished for him. She had tears in her eyes as she sat down on the couch. Right there it hit Mulder. He knew why she was so upset. He walked over to her and kneeled right in front of her and took her hand.
"Listen to me honey, and listen good. I love you. I love you so much. I could never get bored of being with you. Never. You and Will are my life, my world, my all. I know I haven't shown it, but sweetie I can't live without you or him. No matter happens, no matter how jeopardous something may be, I wont leave. I can't. Know why?" he asked as he wiped a tear that escaped her eyes. "Love, it's because I can't be without you. Once upon a time the x-files were my life, now you are my life. Do you understand?" tears were now freely falling down her face.
"Do you have any idea how many pet names you just used?" he shook he's head as he layed his head on her lap. "I think you missed the point."
"No Mulder, I got the point. You won't go of to investigate any x-files. Not even when John and Monica come asking for help on a case?" she looked at him skeptically, as he nodded. "You could at least have discussed it with me first. I mean-" she was cut of by the ringing of the phone. Mulder went to pick it up.
"Someone's got horrible timing. Hello. Yes sir, I think I'll need some time to think about it. I'll call you when we've made up our minds" Mulder hung up not even giving the director time to talk. He tossed the phone and went over to kiss her.
She put her hands on his chest, "Mulder I don't want you to say no. I want you to take the job."
"I know, I just didn't want him to think he could get me to do what he wanted," he laughed as he kissed her. "And the more time I take to say yes, the more time I get to spend with you and Will."
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John licked his lips and cleared his throat, "I, um, well," he stuttered as he tried to focus on something besides Monica's body. She finally noticed he was staring at her chest. She went inside and put on a shirt over her barely there nightgown. She turned to face John who had followed her inside. "What I was saying was that" he cleared his throat one more time. John didn't understand why he felt like a teenager catching a glimpse of the female body for the first time. " John spit it out" Monica snapped a bit embarrassed. "I said I was gonna help you fix up so here I am."
Monica stared at him for a while then laughed while shaking his head. "Did I miss something Mon. What's so funny? Did I come to early? Stupid question."
"Nothing John" she told him smiling, "why don't you go warm up that food. That is food right? You aren't dumb enough to come waking me up with out bring me food? I mean unless you want me to be in a bad mood."
"So all I have to do to clam you down at work is feed you? Wow some one should have told me that ages ago would have saved me some bruses." John joked feeling more at ease.
"Ha ha very funny. I never hit you. At least not hard enough to leave a bruse. Go warm up my food while I get ready?"
He watched as Monica walked out of the room and couldn't help but watch as her hips moved from side to side as she did so. "Focus John, focus" he told himself. He came to help her not to watch her gorgeous body move as 'stay on track john. No staring at Monica. You are not allowed to lose your cool around her again. Unless you want to lose her.' John walk to her kitchen open the microwave and put his plate in first. As he was watching the microwave his thoughts began to wonder.
'She look so amazing when she opened. She always looks amazing dumdass not only when she's half naked. But damn when she's half naked - focus. Focus. You are not allowed to think of her like that. Think of her as your sister. Yea that will work think of her as if she were your sister. Or as your best friends sister. Your best friend's hot, sweet, beautiful sister. Damn John; do not let your thoughts go there you can't risk losing her. She means too much to you.' the microwave beeped telling him his plate was done then he put her plate in.
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Monica was standing under the shower she was trying to hurry but her thoughts wonder off to John. She didn't understand him. He pulled away and then came back. It was as if he couldn't make up his mind.
'Why is he here? Damn why does he do this to me if he doesn't want me. And what was with all that stuttering when I opened the door? I mean I know I was barley covered but it's not like he has never seen it before. Why was he looking at me so lustfully if he doesn't want me? Maybe he wants me? Or maybe to doesn't? Ah, the age old question, to believe or not to believe.'
Monica got out of the shower, and put on some close. She waked into the kitchen were John had set up the table. "Wow John you went all out. Where did you find a place that makes a full breakfast on Sundays?" She said as she looked at the plates full of pancakes, eggs, and sausages.
"Monica you really don't wake up on weekends do you? You could find it anywhere, but I found it in my kitchen." She looked at him in disbelieve as she took the first bite.
"Wow, this is amazing you could start a restaurant. But if you were coming over here why did you make it at your house and not here?"
"Well knowing you as well as I do I figure you wouldn't have any groceries?Guess I was right." he said as he emptied the last drop of juice in a cup.
"We could share," she said so innocently he was tempted to kiss her. "Guess we are going to have to Mon." he said with small smile on his lips.
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They decided it would be best to work on the living room that day. By the time they took everything out of the room covered the floors and everything they couldn't move with plastic, stopped for a lunch brake and finally finished painting it was late.
"Jesus Monica you were planning on doing all this by yourself?" John asked her as they both sat on the floor eating out of a bucket of ice cream. She nodded her head she as she slowly pulled the spoon out of her mouth.
"Yep. And I still have to do my bedroom and all of the other parts of the house that don't really matter." she said licking the spoon. He was just staring at her with complete amusement. "And you thought you were going to do all that today, all by your little self?"
"Well you wouldn't have taken so long today if you would have stopped playing around."
"Oh so I was the one that started playing?" she nodded her head. "Really? So I'm guessing I was also the one who flickered the paint brush all over?" again she nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. " I really wasn't behaving today was I?" he whispered while throwing a spoonful of ice cream at her.
Monica's eyes opened wide with disbelieve she opened mouth wide as her body felt the cold. Taking advantage of her open mouth he flung some ice cream in her mouth. "John. Run." she screamed as she got up the bucket of ice cream to throw at him. She cornered him then took a handful of ice cream at him. They struggled as he tried to pull the ice cream away from her. She pulled away and ran. When he caught up to her, he tickled her this cause the ice cream to fall. As they both went to grad it they tripped landing on the ice cream.
They were lying on the floor both covered with ice cream, laughing like children with out a care in the world. John was on top of Monica, staring into her eyes. Monica was doing the same. In that moment time seem to freeze as he slowly lowered his lips to hers. He kissed her slow at first taking his time to taste her, the he kissed her more passionately. His hand began to wonder as did hers. She tugged at his shirt trying to get it off him.
Then out of nowhere John pulled away. Both of them were breathing heavily. "I should go," he said not moving. She still hadn't regained her breath so all she did was shake her head no. "We can't do this." He said moving. "Yes we can John." she tried to pull him back but he had already gotten up and started walking away. He reached the door then turned backed and saw her still lying on the floor. Her lips looked ripped. Her eyes were teary begging him not to go. That's when he lost it. He walked back across the living room bent down and kissed her ever so slowly. He pulled away and wiped a tear that had escaped her eyes away. He held her face in both hand as he stared at her for a long while before kissing her one last time. "I'll see you tomorrow."
John pulled her into his arms and kissed her. He kissed her lips than worked his way up, kissing her cheek, and ear. "I love you Mon," he whispered as he slowly made his way to her neck. Ever so slowly he pulled the thin strap of her shirt off. Then Bang he kissed bang her chest bang slowly bang bang moving down. Bang
Monica's eyes flew open; she looked over at the clock on her nightstand, 9:43. She slowly sighed and her mind drifted back to her dream. It was the same dream she had every night, since the day she meet him, but this time she was not able to finish her dream thanks to the banging on her door. THE DOOR! Someone was at the door; they had been for a while. She got up and looked around the room for a shirt to but on.
The only thing she found was a very thin, transparent nightgown. Not appropriate for anyone to see, expect for maybe your lover, but Monica didn't have a lover. It's kind of hard to have a relationship with a guy when you're stuck on your partner. Monica put on the nightgown and looked in the mirror.
"Great barely covers the essentials," she said to herself, "who cares. Whoever is knocking should know better then to come knocking at this time. I'm coming!" she yelled.
She sleepily walked over to the door, barely opening her eyes. She was preparing to yell at who ever was on the other side of the door. She yanked the door open and her eyes flew open.
"John, what are you doing here?" she asked the man that was standing outside her door holding a bag, which smelled like breakfast. His eyes moved slowly down her body. She suddenly wished she had something a little bit more conservative on.
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Mulder watched as Dana did the dishes. He knew she was upset but he didn't know why. He walked up behind her and kissed her neck. She pulled away. "Dana what's wrong? Are you okay?"
"Nothing, I'm fine." In other words 'fuck off Mulder'. Before he would have done just that, but not know. How were they suppose to be a family if they couldn't even tell the other what was bothering them?
"If it's nothing then why are you so mad?"
"I'm not mad Mulder. Animals get mad. I'm anger, furious, damn right pissed off," she yelled at him. He looked confused. "But why would you be angry?"
"Why would I be angry? Gee Mulder I don't know maybe with 'from now on we will make all decision together'. And not even three hours later you go ahead and make MAJOR decision WITHOUT ME! You couldn't even wait three damn hours. All this 'I was an ass, that's going to change'. Well guess what Mulder, you're still an ass." she stormed out of the room.
Mulder followed. "Is this about the offer Kersh made?" Dana just looked at him as if he had lost his mind. For a split second he tough he should run before she grabbed her gun and shot him. She practically had steam coming out of her ears.
"Is this about the offer Kersh made? Is this about the offer Kersh made?" she whispered as she moved closer to him, she was now right in front of him. He wanted to back away from her but was afraid of what she might do, so he just nodded his head. "Are you kidding me?" she yelled throwing her hands in the air. "Are you some sort of idiot? Did you lose some brain cells while you were gone, Mulder? Of course this is about the offer made. No, scratch that. It's not about the offer Kersh made." she finished calmly. Now Mulder was really confused. She didn't even know why she was upset. "Mulder stop thinking, your transparent I know exactly what I'm angry about. It's not about the offer Kersh made. It's about you excepting the offer."
"You don't want me to go back to work? I don't have to but Dana baby-- I can't just stay here all day. I mean I'd love to bu-"
"But you'd you get bored." she finished for him. She had tears in her eyes as she sat down on the couch. Right there it hit Mulder. He knew why she was so upset. He walked over to her and kneeled right in front of her and took her hand.
"Listen to me honey, and listen good. I love you. I love you so much. I could never get bored of being with you. Never. You and Will are my life, my world, my all. I know I haven't shown it, but sweetie I can't live without you or him. No matter happens, no matter how jeopardous something may be, I wont leave. I can't. Know why?" he asked as he wiped a tear that escaped her eyes. "Love, it's because I can't be without you. Once upon a time the x-files were my life, now you are my life. Do you understand?" tears were now freely falling down her face.
"Do you have any idea how many pet names you just used?" he shook he's head as he layed his head on her lap. "I think you missed the point."
"No Mulder, I got the point. You won't go of to investigate any x-files. Not even when John and Monica come asking for help on a case?" she looked at him skeptically, as he nodded. "You could at least have discussed it with me first. I mean-" she was cut of by the ringing of the phone. Mulder went to pick it up.
"Someone's got horrible timing. Hello. Yes sir, I think I'll need some time to think about it. I'll call you when we've made up our minds" Mulder hung up not even giving the director time to talk. He tossed the phone and went over to kiss her.
She put her hands on his chest, "Mulder I don't want you to say no. I want you to take the job."
"I know, I just didn't want him to think he could get me to do what he wanted," he laughed as he kissed her. "And the more time I take to say yes, the more time I get to spend with you and Will."
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John licked his lips and cleared his throat, "I, um, well," he stuttered as he tried to focus on something besides Monica's body. She finally noticed he was staring at her chest. She went inside and put on a shirt over her barely there nightgown. She turned to face John who had followed her inside. "What I was saying was that" he cleared his throat one more time. John didn't understand why he felt like a teenager catching a glimpse of the female body for the first time. " John spit it out" Monica snapped a bit embarrassed. "I said I was gonna help you fix up so here I am."
Monica stared at him for a while then laughed while shaking his head. "Did I miss something Mon. What's so funny? Did I come to early? Stupid question."
"Nothing John" she told him smiling, "why don't you go warm up that food. That is food right? You aren't dumb enough to come waking me up with out bring me food? I mean unless you want me to be in a bad mood."
"So all I have to do to clam you down at work is feed you? Wow some one should have told me that ages ago would have saved me some bruses." John joked feeling more at ease.
"Ha ha very funny. I never hit you. At least not hard enough to leave a bruse. Go warm up my food while I get ready?"
He watched as Monica walked out of the room and couldn't help but watch as her hips moved from side to side as she did so. "Focus John, focus" he told himself. He came to help her not to watch her gorgeous body move as 'stay on track john. No staring at Monica. You are not allowed to lose your cool around her again. Unless you want to lose her.' John walk to her kitchen open the microwave and put his plate in first. As he was watching the microwave his thoughts began to wonder.
'She look so amazing when she opened. She always looks amazing dumdass not only when she's half naked. But damn when she's half naked - focus. Focus. You are not allowed to think of her like that. Think of her as your sister. Yea that will work think of her as if she were your sister. Or as your best friends sister. Your best friend's hot, sweet, beautiful sister. Damn John; do not let your thoughts go there you can't risk losing her. She means too much to you.' the microwave beeped telling him his plate was done then he put her plate in.
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Monica was standing under the shower she was trying to hurry but her thoughts wonder off to John. She didn't understand him. He pulled away and then came back. It was as if he couldn't make up his mind.
'Why is he here? Damn why does he do this to me if he doesn't want me. And what was with all that stuttering when I opened the door? I mean I know I was barley covered but it's not like he has never seen it before. Why was he looking at me so lustfully if he doesn't want me? Maybe he wants me? Or maybe to doesn't? Ah, the age old question, to believe or not to believe.'
Monica got out of the shower, and put on some close. She waked into the kitchen were John had set up the table. "Wow John you went all out. Where did you find a place that makes a full breakfast on Sundays?" She said as she looked at the plates full of pancakes, eggs, and sausages.
"Monica you really don't wake up on weekends do you? You could find it anywhere, but I found it in my kitchen." She looked at him in disbelieve as she took the first bite.
"Wow, this is amazing you could start a restaurant. But if you were coming over here why did you make it at your house and not here?"
"Well knowing you as well as I do I figure you wouldn't have any groceries?Guess I was right." he said as he emptied the last drop of juice in a cup.
"We could share," she said so innocently he was tempted to kiss her. "Guess we are going to have to Mon." he said with small smile on his lips.
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They decided it would be best to work on the living room that day. By the time they took everything out of the room covered the floors and everything they couldn't move with plastic, stopped for a lunch brake and finally finished painting it was late.
"Jesus Monica you were planning on doing all this by yourself?" John asked her as they both sat on the floor eating out of a bucket of ice cream. She nodded her head she as she slowly pulled the spoon out of her mouth.
"Yep. And I still have to do my bedroom and all of the other parts of the house that don't really matter." she said licking the spoon. He was just staring at her with complete amusement. "And you thought you were going to do all that today, all by your little self?"
"Well you wouldn't have taken so long today if you would have stopped playing around."
"Oh so I was the one that started playing?" she nodded her head. "Really? So I'm guessing I was also the one who flickered the paint brush all over?" again she nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. " I really wasn't behaving today was I?" he whispered while throwing a spoonful of ice cream at her.
Monica's eyes opened wide with disbelieve she opened mouth wide as her body felt the cold. Taking advantage of her open mouth he flung some ice cream in her mouth. "John. Run." she screamed as she got up the bucket of ice cream to throw at him. She cornered him then took a handful of ice cream at him. They struggled as he tried to pull the ice cream away from her. She pulled away and ran. When he caught up to her, he tickled her this cause the ice cream to fall. As they both went to grad it they tripped landing on the ice cream.
They were lying on the floor both covered with ice cream, laughing like children with out a care in the world. John was on top of Monica, staring into her eyes. Monica was doing the same. In that moment time seem to freeze as he slowly lowered his lips to hers. He kissed her slow at first taking his time to taste her, the he kissed her more passionately. His hand began to wonder as did hers. She tugged at his shirt trying to get it off him.
Then out of nowhere John pulled away. Both of them were breathing heavily. "I should go," he said not moving. She still hadn't regained her breath so all she did was shake her head no. "We can't do this." He said moving. "Yes we can John." she tried to pull him back but he had already gotten up and started walking away. He reached the door then turned backed and saw her still lying on the floor. Her lips looked ripped. Her eyes were teary begging him not to go. That's when he lost it. He walked back across the living room bent down and kissed her ever so slowly. He pulled away and wiped a tear that had escaped her eyes away. He held her face in both hand as he stared at her for a long while before kissing her one last time. "I'll see you tomorrow."