Chapter Seven

Scully and Mulder arrived in Vegas just in time to for a night of gambling, shows, and fun. After they each lost way more cash than they had expected, they headed up to their hotel room to have a glass of wine and an evening of relaxation. Scully was amazed with the romantic room that Mulder had chosen. It was completely different than the usual crummy motel rooms where they often stayed while working on their cases.

"Here, Scully, have this nice glass of red wine," Mulder said as he handed her a crystal goblet full of a delicious vintage.

"Are you trying to get me tipsy so we can...?"

"Will you please get your mind off sex?!" he gasped, trying to act as though he were completely shocked.

Scully laughed and took a sip of her wine. "We have decide. Are we going to be best friends while co-parenting Emily and the coming baby or babies... or are we going to be...?"

"Lovers," he added as he gazed deeply into her bright blue eyes.

"Yes," she said after swallowing another sip of the potent wine,

"Well, Scully, we established on the plane that you think I am hot and you'd love to jump my bones," he said. "And I'll be honest about how I feel about you. I'd love to be with you in every sense of the word, but we have to take things slow. We'll just let nature take its course and if the time is right, we'll become a couple while we are co-parenting our children."

She smiled. "Children. We are going to have children, Mulder."

"Yes, that's the plan. I hope it all works out in our favor and the fertility doctor can make our dreams come true. After all, Emily needs a little competition. We wouldn't want her to become overly spoiled."

"She's so excited to have a little brother or sister. I still think twins would be nice."

"We might need a bigger apartment."

"Are you moving in?" Scully asked him hopefully.

"If we get a bigger place, I'd love to move in... as long as I don't have to sleep on the couch."

"Where would you propose you sleep?"

"Well, Scully, we're not going to have separate bedrooms. Look around our hotel room. There's only one bed."

She giggled; the alcohol she had consumed had made her feel a bit giddy. "Mulder, are you trying to get into my panties?"

"Not tonight," he said. "But maybe in the near-future."

"So what are we going to do in our one bed... all night long... lying beside each other...?"

"Cuddle and maybe if I'm lucky, we'll make out."

"Ohhh wow, I haven't had sex in YEARS," she admitted, the alcohol loosening her tongue.

He cracked up. "Me either," he responded. "When we do have sex, it's sure to be phenomenal."

"Just like a regular X-file," she teased. She grabbed her luggage and announced she was going to put on her pjs.

"What do you wear to bed, Mulder?" she asked before she walked into the bathroom to change.

"Not much," he replied.