Random Info: Yay, new chapter! I'm also thisclose to updating Crooked Teeth, my vignette fic.

For the audience at home, here's where we last left Mulder and Scully.

"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.

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Scully was just stretching her arms up in to Mulder's hair when his phone began to ring. He pulled back slightly and grinned.

"Hold that thought, okay." He reached for his phone as Scully tried to catch her breath. "Hello," he spoke into the phone, then smirked. "Oh hey, Mrs. Scully, what's up?" Scully's mouth dropped open.

"Happy New Year to you too. Actually, she's right here. I'll give her the phone," Mulder said, covering the phone with his hand. "It's your mom," he whispered.

"I can see that, Mulder," Scully said, wrenching the phone out of his grasp. '"Why is she calling here?"

"Oh, she always calls when she doesn't get you at home. We have interesting conversations," he said, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively as Scully rolled her eyes.

"Hi, Mom," she said. "Oh no, I completely forgot." Pause. "I guess, What time is lunch?" Pause. "Okay..wait! Can I bring Mulder with me?" Mulder's eyebrows shot up at this, and he nearly choked on his orange juice. "Okay, Mom, we'll be there. Bye," Scully said hanging up the phone.

"Uh, Scully, what did you just rope me into over there?" Mulder inquired, putting his plate in the sink.

"What I just roped US into, actually. We are going to my mother's for the family New Year's Day lunch. By the way, do you like black eyed peas?" Scully said calmy, finishing her pancakes.

"I hate them."

"Oh, that's unfortunate," she replied with a full mouth, and shoved her plate into the sink. "Now, go get ready, and come pick me up in one hour."

"And why am I doing this, exactly?" he mused, smiling. She sidled up to him, mirroring his grin.

"Because my mother wants you there. Because I want you there," she said, looking for the clothes she discarded (A/n. MINDS OUT OF THE GUTTER, please! Haha.) the night before. "Plus, if you do want to keep climbing into my bed, you'll have to show me you can take my brother's shit."

"And who says I want to keep climbing into your bed?" he said, being fake-serious.

"Mulder, you are a horrific liar when you're lying to me," Scully said, picking up her purse and pecking Mulder on the cheek. "Now, less talking and more getting ready. I'll see you in an hour."

A/n. Short, short, short, I know. But I've been crazy busy this week. But hey- just for reading this small installment, here's a preview of the next chapter. Well, not really a preview, just a few sentences that should catch your eye and drawwww you back in for when I post again.

"No, Scully. I'm sorry, but there are limits to the things I will do for you."

"I hate you, Mulder."

"I don't want us to become all mushy all of a sudden. And I don't want you calling me by my first name."

"So, this only furthers my thought that your brother is the devil."