A/N - ...And here comes the romance. (:

"Haven't seen you dressed like a normal person before, Scully." Mulder stated, finishing his coffee and bringing it over to the sink to rinse it out. Scully had been seated at the table, still drinking hers. She turned to him slowly, her right arm over the chair and her left wrapped around the coffee mug. Her mouth opened slightly, showing her teeth. It turned into some form of a sarcastic smile.

"Gee, Thanks, Mulder. At least I can look like a normal person." She stated, finishing her coffee and rinsing hers out as well. They stood next to each other inches before the sink. Haven't seen you dressed like a normal person before. Another interesting remark made by none other than Fox William Mulder. Of course she had to think of a wise little response.

Since she hadn't been wearing high heels, or any form of shoes for that matter, she felt even shorter next to her tall partner. Only a few inches above five feet, she glanced up at her six foot partner. She wouldn't be surprised if he cracked another joke, or remark about their height difference.

Mulder had to admit, he liked seeing her dress casually and not in work attire. He liked being around her outside of work in general. It was a good feeling to be around her when they weren't chasing after criminals, or hunting down alien abduction information. In his mind, it made them seem like more than partners. Friends. Possibly something else. But would she think the same about him? Would she? Now Mulder was becoming paranoid. Something had to have been said. He couldn't keep his feelings bottled up inside forever. A moment could pass by, he could lose his chance.

"Hey – uh, Scully." The change in his tone had come off almost alarming to Scully. It was more serious, more tense. Scully's smile faded. She seemed more concerned.

"Yes?" She asked simply, in a one word response. Then something had frightened her. The conversation they had last night. He was using the same tone he did when he spoke about Eddie Van Blundht at one AM. Was he bringing this up again? Why wouldn't he drop the subject?

"Our conversation last night," Mulder gently grabbed Scully's hand, not sure where he was going with this. For better or for worse, he wanted to admit something. Tell her his true feelings. If they had known each other for so long, wouldn't it be the best thing to do? Were the chances of the truth wrecking their relationship? Their friendship? But even he knew, the truth wasn't meant to be easy. "I had a reason for that." He stroked the back of her hand with this thumb. Her hands felt soft against his. The feeling when their hands touched was sensational. What would a kiss feel like?

Scully's eyes drifted down toward their joined hands. Slowly, she looked up at Mulder unsure as to what he had been doing. Why was he bringing Van Blundht up? Why was he suddenly holding her hand in a tight grasp? Scully had to say something, anything. "Mulder, what – " Before she could finish her sentence, Mulder had cut her off.

"Have you ever known someone for so long, that in the beginning you're wary of one another, but it's funny how things advance so quickly? It evolves into friendship, then maybe into something even more than that. Something you would have never thought of happening in the first place?" He never let go of Scully's hand, he just took a step closer.

Scully could feel tears coming on. She knew who he had been talking about. She had never gave much thought about she and Mulder becoming something more than partners, than friends in the past but now he was giving her things to think about. What if that had really been Mulder that night Eddie Van Blundht had fooled her? They would have kissed. She had already pondered this in her mind the night before. Would things have taken a different route, turn, direction? Would they have already been more than friends. Scully didn't respond. She could feel a single, salty tear gently flow down her right cheek. She tried to hide the emotion from Mulder. She couldn't show her feelings for him. Why had she even been thinking this way?

Mulder leaned in, pressing his lips against Scully's. Her lips were as soft as her hands. Just as he predicted. Her lips were sweet, intriguing. He felt like a child, addicted to a sweet candy. He couldn't get enough of her. He felt addicted. He could feel her hand press to the back of his neck. He grinned against her lips, continuing to kiss her. The feeling once their lips touch was phenomenal. Was he dreaming or was this reality? Scully pulled away, breaking the kiss. She took in a deep breath then looked into Mulder's stunning, hazel eyes. She almost couldn't believe she gave in, kissing him back.

"Mulder – I don't know what to say." Scully admitted, not taking her eyes off his. She couldn't believe it. They had really kissed. On the lips. Her stomach churned at the very thought of it. It was wrong, but if It had been wrong, why did it feel so right? All of those cliches were skipping through her mind, one by one.

"You don't have to say anything." He pulled her into a warm embrace. More tears drifted down Scully's face. She pressed her lips together and shut her eyes, not wanting to leave his arms. It felt so comfortable, so fitting. It wasn't even noon, and a lot had already happened. This would be a morning they would both never forget. But where would this leave them? Where would they go from here?

A/N #2 - Okay, so, I apologize my chapters have been so short. I always try to make them longer, but I'll admit, I don't exactly succeed at that. Haha. :) I know I previously said this takes place around the fifth season... But honestly, I'm not sure at this point with the romance that is taking place. So, imagine it where you'd like to. Or, I imagine it as season five, if things happened differently. Maybe a season finale? I'm not sure. I just felt the need to write a romance involving the two. :) Reviews are appreciated!! :)