Disclaimer: Is this seriously still necessary? Has anyone ever really been sued for Fan Fiction? All right, all right, here's my obligatory spiel: Not mine. It sucks. The end.

Rating: PG…13. Probably going to escalate.

Spoilers: Post-Agua Mala.

Author's Notes: Fireworks!

Feedback: I stalk my email for feedback harder than I stalked David Duchovny last year.

I watch her slowly walk away from me, towards the cab. She is really about to leave. I wonder if it would work for me like it did in the old movies if I grabbed her and kissed her, out there on the sidewalk in the rain. I knew I wanted to, I knew it. I didn't know it before yesterday in the office, not like I know it now. Now that I know I want it, it is going to be a difficult thing to ignore. She turns back and looks at me. I know it's written all over my face. And I know that she can read my face better, more thoroughly than any lab report or case file in a split second. I watch her hesitate, look both ways. When she asks if I want to go to her place, I gulp. Was this it? Would this really happen?

I slowly walk towards her, feeling as if my head might float away like a balloon. She gets in and scoots to the other side, giving the driver her address. I close the door and put my hands on my knees. Neither of us move for maybe five minutes. I feel like I did when I was about to kiss a girl for the first time. I hadn't felt like this since that time, but I felt it now. Palms sweaty, heart racing. Finally, I look over at her. I know she knows I'm looking at her, turns her head to look out the other window. I study her profile in the momentary light we get every time we pass under a streetlight. She still has little beads of water in her hair from the rain. I have noticed her beauty before, but never like in this moment. I'm suddenly struck by it. The curve of her forehead to her perfect eyebrows. The small amount of eye shadow and mascara she applied doesn't add to, only complements her beauty. I study her high cheek bones, her small, delicate nose. The way her upper lip is fuller than her bottom one, possibly because of her slight overbite. Her strong, but not overly pronounced chin. Her beauty, that I've never taken in all at once before, only has me more nervous than before. Her features could easily be painted onto an angel and hung in a church.

We pull up in front of her place and both get out our wallets, getting together enough money to pay for the ride. I hand it to the driver and take her hand before she has a chance to get out of her side. I pull her through and out onto the sidewalk. I turn to her, standing directly in front of her as the cab drives off. I still have her hand in mine. She is looking at my chest, avoiding my eyes. I move two fingers under her chin to raise her eyes to mine. Her face is usually stoic and hard to read, but after so many years together I can read her eyes. Even without looking directly into them now, I know she is unsure and even a little afraid of what is happening. For all my nervousness, she's got walls to bring down. "Scully…"

We both look up as just then, big fat raindrops start to fall increasingly faster, they are ice cold. She drops my hand and takes off for the door, covering her head and laughing. I smirk and follow her inside.

She steps inside her apartment, going right for the kitchen and grabbing a dish towel as I close and lock the door behind me. She turns on the kitchen light, but no others, and grabs a dish towel. She wipes her face off, her hair as best she can and knocks some raindrops off of the sleeves of her jacket as she walks towards me. She offers me the now damp dish towel and I accept. I brush some of the rain out of my hair with my fingers before wiping up where it drips down my face, drying my neck and ears also. I hold it in my hands and watch her remove her coat and hang it up. She is standing there in front of the wall and turns her head to look at me out of the corner of the eye.

I'm nervously playing with the dishtowel in my hands. We stand there like that for several quiet moments, listening to the rain hit her windows. 'Now or never,' I think. We've got to get this out of the way. I don't know about her, but as for me, if we don't, the curiosity will kill me-or at least make work very difficult. "I'm going to kiss you, Scully."

I see her take a deep breath, standing up a little straighter, still looking at me over her shoulder. I move toward her, not seeing anywhere immediately convenient to place the dish towel. I just drop it on the floor. I make it over to her and turn her around with one hand on her upper arm. Once she is facing me I put both hands on her upper arms, looking down at her. She is looking at my chest, trying to slow her breathing through her nose. I can't help but smirk a little bit at how we're both treating this, but I guess after so many years together this would be awkward, if not a little terrifying. "Look at me," I tell her.

She does, with wide eyes. I read her eyes once again. I see her reservations, her fear, her nervousness. But I'm looking for…yes, there. I saw that flicker of heat. The tiniest hint that she wants this too.

I am holding onto her upper arms, rubbing my thumbs over the wool of her sweater. I very slowly move my hands up her arms, over her shoulders, keeping my eyes on hers. I move my hands up her neck, then very softly rest my hands on both sides of her face. I start with my fingers at her forehead, then her temples and down her cheeks before I push my fingers back into her hair, under her ears, my fingers wrapping around her neck. My thumbs end up on her cheek bones, stroking gently. I glance at her parted lips, then back into her eyes. I swear I feel the temperature rise ten degrees.

She is breathing so quickly, her chest is rising and falling from the effort. As I very slowly lean into her, she moves her hands to my wrists, holding onto them. I rest my forehead against hers just a moment before I think we've really done enough of the intimate but restrained forehead action in our days. I want more. I put my face right up to hers, I nuzzle her nose softly with mine, my fingers tightening around her neck a little.

I move my right hand to the back of her neck, feeling down into her collar, giving her a little shiver. "Just checking for stinging insects."

She lets out a huff of breath, a throaty laugh against my lips. "Mulder…"

"I had to check." I smile, returning my hand to the side of her face, nuzzling her nose once more.

She pushes my sweater and jacket sleeves up my wrists, then returns her hands to my wrists, skin on skin. "I should have taken your jacket…"

I tighten my grip on her neck when she starts to pull away, holding her face to mine. "No…Scully. No more distractions." I brush my upper lip against hers, breathing in her breath. It smells like the drink she had, like fruit juice. I want to taste it.

But I am frozen in the moment. I stand there so long my back starts to hurt, so tense. Then she tilts her head back, stands on her toes and mumbles "Mulder" against my lips and I come undone. I pull back to look at her one more time. Her eyes are nearly closed, asking for it. Wanting it just as much as I do. I close my eyes and press my lips against hers, holding her tightly to me with my fingers on the back of her skull. We stay like that for a moment, I'm taking in the new sensation of her warm lips on mine. We're both practically panting out of our noses. Finally, she parts her lips, just enough. I feel her inviting me inside. I slide my tongue between them, pausing just long enough to taste her upper lip, I've been picturing doing that all night. But her tongue meets and brushes against mine and I'm done for. I'm holding her face against mine with crushing force, her back is arching as I lean her head back farther. I feel my knees go weak and my ears are ringing as our tongues move together.

It is not necessarily the most erotic kiss I've ever had, but it is certainly the best. I am holding the only person on Earth who I couldn't live without since I lost my sister so many years ago. She has saved my ass time and time again. Lied for me, stolen for me. Been to hell and back more than once. Been by my side through it all, taken everything I'd put her through and still somehow wanted to be right here, sharing this moment with me.

Suddenly the thought of it is just too much to take along with the sensation, and I have to pull away and look down at her. Our chests are both rising and falling as we catch our breath. The fear is gone from her wide eyes, replaced with pure wonder. I imagine I have pretty much the same look. "Wow…" I whisper.

"Yeah," she whispers back, her forehead wrinkling just a little. My Scully is doubting if that is what she really felt, skeptical that a feeling like this could be real. I smirk, I feel like laughing, I wouldn't have it any other way from her. I stroke her cheek once before moving my left hand down between her arms that are still holding on to my wrists. I move my hand around her waist then up her back, holding her closer to me with my hand between her shoulders as I pull her face close to mine again.

I kiss her more deeply than before, pushing her to arch her back farther, supporting her with that hand between her shoulders and my other at the back of her head. She wraps her arms around my neck, holding on. It seems the earth is fading away around me, and this is where I want to spend the rest of my life. Government conspiracies and the search for my sister and alien life don't completely fade away, but collapse into a tiny little pinpoint in the back of my head. I feel more at peace than I have in 25 years.

When my back begins to protest a little, I stand up straighter and wrap my arms around her, lifting her feet up an inch off the ground while I hold her chest to mine. She has one hand on the back of my head now, running her fingers through my hair as we continue to explore each other's mouth. I kiss her until I just can't breathe anymore and place her feet back down on the floor. I move my hands back to the side of her face, looking at her eyes again. "God damn, Scully." I am shaking my head a little, just completely amazed at how she amazes me. "I can't do this tonight."

Her eyes were reflecting the emotions in mine until that came out all wrong. The fear and doubt returns in an instant, her eyes darkening with hurt. "Mul-"

"No! Good God Scully!" I kiss her forehead, holding my lips there for a long moment, brushing them lightly down her nose, then back up between her eyes to kiss her there once more. "I want to," I hear a growl escape my throat and my voice goes lower. "God, how I want to…" I sigh against her skin before pulling back to look at her again. She looks a lot less afraid, but still pretty confused. "We're gonna do this right. I'm gonna take my time…I'm just…I'm drunk right now…from the alcohol, from you…I just want to get my head on straight." I know I'm grinning like an idiot.

I guess it might be a little infectious because she's grinning at me a little mischievously. "You think next time will be any different?" One of her eyebrows twitch up and the look on her face turns me on in a whole new way.

"Ahh, Scully. Not drunk. No, we're gonna do this right," I repeat. "I don't know when, but you're mine now." She bites her lip, nodding, all of her doubt is gone once again. I kiss her forehead, then her lips once more, barely brushing my lips over hers. "I'm gonna go," I mumble against her lips.

"Ok…" She mumbles back. I smell that fruity drink on her breath once again. Hurricane indeed, I felt like one was blowing around in my head.

I finally back away from her, leave her standing there. I back up to the door, once again grinning like an idiot. I unlock the door and grin more widely. "Bye, Scully. See you at work tomorrow?"

She nods and licks her swollen lips before biting her bottom one, her hands nervously twitching at her sides. She smiles at me with her lip between her teeth. "Bye, Mulder."

OMG right? Sorry, these two just weren't ready yet. It's still percolating! No, seriously. I couldn't help it. It's coming, promise. Though, I do think this was hotter than SOME of the smut I've written. To be continued…