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Summary. Post-Millennium. "But as she drove through the night, feeling the air rush past her through her open windows, she felt as if she was headed towards a goal, a purpose, a future."

Scully didn't even bother knocking when she reached Mulder's apartment. As she walked in, she caught the sight of Mulder juggling two steaming mugs of hot chocolate, a huge bag of mini marshmallows, several DVD's, and a plush red blanket. "You've got quite a load there," she quipped as she set her purse and keys on the kitchen counter and plopped onto the couch.

"Gosh, just barge right in, why don't you? I could have been naked," Mulder said, setting everything but the blanket on the coffee table and tossing the blanket into Scully's face. She caught it and rubbed her cheek in it. It smelled like a combination of laundry soap and Mulder.

"Yes, Mulder, because you always get naked the second you get home." Scully wrapped the blanket around her feet.

"That is one of the more endearing qualities of me," Mulder replied, sitting next to Scully on the couch, He passed a mug of cocoa to Scully and picked up the three DVD's lying on the coffee table. "So, what movie shall we watch, Star Wars, the Breakfast Club, or the Princess Bride?" Scully grabbed one of the movies out of Mulder's grasp.

"The Princess Bride?! I can't believe you have this!"

"Is that a good or a bad thing?"

"I don't really know many guys who own this, that;'s all .I love this movie." Mulder took it back and slid the DVD into the player.

"Wait, Scully, you know guys other than myself?" Scully slung a throw pillow at him and rolled her eyes.

"Shut up. The movie is starting."

"Scully, we can still talk. This is the lame opening part with Fred Savage and his grandpa," Mulder said, tossing a mini marshmallow up in the air. He moved rapidly to try and catch it with his mouth, but it bounced off his face. Scully snorted with laughter.

"Give me those," Scully reached for the bag and tossed one up in the air, catching it with ease.

"Scully, you are my hero."

"Hey, Mulder, want to be my hero?" Scully repeated the marshmallow throw again.

"As long as I don't have to wear a spandex hero costume."

"Do you have like a big shirt I could wear, because this outfit is not conducive to relaxing and enjoying Westley's good looks," Scully asked, finally missing her mouth with the marshmallow.

"Sure, go nose around in my top drawer. There should be something you can wear in there." Scully stole the blanket off their laps and wore it like a cape to Mulder's bedroom. Mulder picked the bag of marshmallows up and began trying the toss- and- catch thing again.

"Scully, your missing the entire beginning of the movie," he yelled after a few minutes had passed by.

"Wait!" Scully squealed, entering the room in a huge blue shirt with FBI printed on it and blue plaid boxers. "This is my favorite part!" She tumbled back onto the couch, scooting closer to Mulder and draping the blanket back across them. Mulder gazed at her, trying not to be obvious. Her red hair was swept back into a low bun, and strands had fallen out already and framed her face. Mulder thought she looked even more stunning in his clothes than her own.

"..when he was saying "As you wish," what he meant was, "I love you."" Scully quoted with the movie.

"Wow, Scully, I would never have pinned you as a Princess Bride super-fan," Mulder smiled as Scully pushed him.

"Watch the movie, Mulder. This is the sweet romantic part."

"Again, never would have pinned you as a sweet romantic enjoying person."

"Shhh."

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Two hours later..

The movie had ended, but Mulder couldn't bear to move. Scully had fallen asleep with her head on his shoulder, and the smell of her hair was intoxicating. He reached for the remote, trying not to disturb the person snuggled tightly into his shoulder. Mulder turned down the TV and put the news on, hoping to lull himself into sleep. Instead, Scully began to wake up. She moved her head dazedly off his shoulder and looked at him sideways.\

"Mulder, what time is it?"

"Three am." Scully groaned.

"I really don't feel like driving home. There's going to be drunken partyers all over the road. I don't wanna die tonight,." Scully moaned

"Then don't go home." Mulder replied calmly, pulling Scully's small upper body onto his lap so she could lay down properly. "Stay here." He pushed hair off of her forehead, and she smiled warmly back at him.

"As you wish."

A/n. Reviews are like coffee- they make me hyper and happy. Hope you all enjoyed this chapter. They should get longer, I promise! Hope you liked the Princess Bride references. I'm a huge fan.