Random Info: Enjoy, guys. Haha, and what Scully does to Mulder is actually a tradition in my family.
Scully was just toweling off from her shower when she heard the familiar knock at her door.
"Use your key," she yelled. "I'm not dressed!"
"I don't have it with me," he yelled back. "I promise I won't stare too long," he teased.
"Okay, okay, I'm coming," she tightened the towel around her slim body and opened the door. "Mulder, can you ever be just on time? Not early, not late, just…on time?"
"Doubtful," he replied, coming inside and slamming the door shut. "Oooh, Scully, that towel looks stunning on you." He looked at her with an innuendo filled gaze.
"Mulder, shut up," Scully said. "I'm going to go put some clothes on and fix my hair. I shouldn't be too long." Mulder sat on Scully's couch and waited patiently.
And he waited.
And he waited some more.
"Scully, what are you doing in there, anyway?" Mulder got up and walked into Scully's room.
"I'm almost done, I promise." She ran her hands over her neat hair, then tugged on the edge of her (slightly revealing) green sweater. "Okay, let's go." Mulder pretended not to ogle her appreciatively.
"You look…. really nice, Scully," Mulder said, leading her out of her apartment.
"Thank you, Mulder," Scully replied. They stood in the hallway to her apartment for a minute, just looking at each other. Silence set in. "God, why are we so awkward like this? " Mulder pushed a piece of her hair behind her ear.
"I don't know. But, hey, we never finished our, uh, talk from this morning." Mulder waggled his eyebrows. Scully smirked, taking his hand and pulling him down the hallway.
"Hmmm, maybe we can finish it tonight, huh?" Mulder's mouth almost dropped open. He was enjoying this new Innuendo!Scully.
""Whatever you say, G-woman," Mulder said as he opened the door for Scully.
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"No, Scully, I'm sorry. There are limits to the things I will do for you." Mulder pouted as they stood on Maggie Scully's doorstep.
"Please, Mulder, all you have to do is shake Bill's hand and try not to punch him. Please?" Scully fake-pouted and fluttered her eyelashes. Mulder held fast for about six seconds, then gave in, sighing heavily.
"I guess I'll shake his hand or something. I mean, how can I resist your girly charm?" Mulder teased. Suddenly the door swung open.
"Fox!" Maggie Scully's voice ran out as she wrapped Mulder in a gut-wrenching hug. "Dana!" She cried again, enveloping Scully in her warm embrace. "Come in, come in. We're just about to eat." Scully slipped her hand into Mulder's as she led him into the warm kitchen.
The large dining table was overflowing with food. A huge ham sat at one end, and various vegetables flowed over the rest of the table. Luckily, Mulder was so interested in the food that he didn't notice every Scully at the table was interested in him.
"Guys," Scully began. "You all know Mulder, my partner at the FBI." Everyone murmured a "hello" of some sort (except Bill, who Mulder could have sworn muttered a few colorful words under his breath). Mulder and Scully sat down at one end of the table and began serving themselves. Lunch seemed to be going peacefully, until-
"Mulder?" Scully inquired, staring at his plate. A smile crept onto her face. "You didn't get any black-eyed peas." Mulder stared at her quizzically.
"No, I didn't. I hate black-eyed peas, I thought I told you that."
"Come on, Mulder, you have to eat at least one. It's for good luck." Mulder fought back a laugh.
"Good luck? What are you talking about?" Scully feigned disbelief.
"You've never heard of that? It's a Scully tradition. You have to eat black-eyed peas on New Year's Day, so you'll have good luck. Those are the rules." Scully said, scooping up some peas off of her plate and positioning her fork in front of Mulder's mouth. "Open up!" she taunted. He stretched out his teeth and ate exactly one pea, exaggerating his great disgust by clambering for his glass of iced tea to "wash down the disgustingness".
"Mulder," Scully whined. "Eat some more, just for me. It's very funny."
"Nope," Mulder shook his head. "No more."
"I hate you Mulder," Scully pouted, but smiled all the same. "You ruin my fun." She looked up to notice that her entire family was staring at the two of them, Bill with a look similar to Mulder's while eating his pea, and Mrs. Scully with a grin and a wink.
A/n. So, so sorry for the late update! It's been a while, I know. I've been trying to get some work done on my novel. (See my profile.) More to come, and soon, I promise.