Random Info: Inspiration for this chapter: "Maybe a greater thing will happen…..Maybe our love will catch like fire, as it burns through me." –"Beautiful Love"- the Afters.

Scully woke up at seven, and found that she had lost use of her arms.

Not in a bad, paralyzed way, though. One was crushed beneath her body, and the other was pinned by Mulder's – wait, Mulder's?!?- arm still stretched across her body. Slowly, she remembered everything that happened the night before.

Sadly, this proved too much for her still-tired brain. Scully fell back asleep.

Mulder woke up at eight, and had to force himself to peel away from Scully so he could use the bathroom. He walked back into the room, and saw that Scully was stretched happily across the entire bed, one foot dangling happily over the comforter, and a contented smile on her face. Her hair was splayed out on the pillow in a sort-of red halo. Mulder kneeled on the floor beside the bed and planted a small kiss on her cheek. Scully's eyelashes fluttered, then her eyes opened wide.

"Good morning," she breathed, and blew a piece of hair away that had floated onto her forehead, then giggled.

"Good morning," he replied, resting his head on his chin. "Want some breakfast?"

"Breakfast?" she said quizzically, then gasped fakely. "Can the great Fox Mulder cook as well as chase aliens?"

"Okay, you just woke up and you've both giggled and fake-gasped. Did you get drunk off the cocoa last night, or is this just another side of happy you?" She grinned and sat up yawning.

"Nope. I'm just happy." She scooted down the bed then hopped off. "But seriously, go make me breakfast." She headed towards his bathroom.

"Yes. Master," he called after her, and walked to the kitchen.

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"Oh my god," Scully breathed, walking into the kitchen. Mulder twisted around to face her while flipping a pancake in a pan.

"Smells good, doesn't it? I'm not half bad," he said, narrowly landing the pancake back in the pan.

"Oh yeah," Scully said, coming out of a daze. "Yeah, smells great." Mulder frowned.

"That wasn't what you meant, was it?"

"Not exactly," she replied, sitting on his counter and plucking bacon off of a nearby plate.

"Well, what was it?" he persisted.

"Nothing," she started, "I just….forgot you weren't wearing a shirt, that's all." She blushed furiously. Mulder laughed.

"You mean you forgot how good I looked not wearing a shirt, am I correct?" he said smugly, sliding the pancake onto a plate.

"You could say that," she said with a small smile, and snatched away the plate that Mulder was grabbing for. "Uh-uh. My pancake. You can have that lumpy one over there." He smiled, shaking his head and picking up the lumpy pancake and two pieces of bacon.

"So, what did you want to talk about?" Scully's head shot up at Mulder's question, a shard of bacon falling out of her mouth.

"What?"

"Last night," he replied, leaning against the counter and shoving pancake into his mouth. "You said we would have to talk in the morning. What did you want to talk about?"

"Oh, nothing, Mulder. It's nothing." She busied herself with cutting her pancake into tiny bites.

"Oh, come on, Scully," he teased. "If it was nothing, you wouldn't have mentioned it last night. Besides, I think I know what you wanted to talk about anyways." He took another huge bite of pancakey goodness.

"Oh really," she said tauntingly, as a shock ran up her spine. What if he really did know what she wanted to talk about? "And what is your theory?"

"You wanted to ask me if last night was a one time thing or not. You wanted to know if I would be climbing into your bed more often, because although you enjoy that thought immensely, you're scared of what that might mean. You want to say that as right as having me hold you last night felt, that it can't possibly happen again, because we are partners. Then you'll wait for me to prove you wrong somehow." He stopped to glance at her shocked face. "That's as far as I got."

"Well, you've got me pinned," she said coolly. She set her plate down, and hopped off the counter.

Scully walked over to where Mulder was standing, stood on her tiptoes, and kissed him. A real kiss.

Because that's all her scientific, logical, medical-school-trained, blinded-by-love mind could think of to do.

Author's Note: I don't have anything to say. This chapter says it all. 