After a request I decided to write "The morning after..." Enjoy!

Chapter 2

Waking up alone and terrified at what had happened the night before, Mulder couldn't help but wonder why Scully had left, probably ashamed and terrified herself, he thought. His brain was firing one hundred different directions not knowing what to do, was it going to be awkward now at work? Was Scully regretting what had happened between them? Laying there thinking about the way her skin felt against his, her naked form writhing above his, completely lost in the pleasure. Oh, man work is going to be hard. No pun intended. Mulder couldn't be happier but he hoped that Scully felt the same way, they had this connection that he couldn't explain in words to anyone if ever asked. She was his one in five billion, nothing would ever change that. His mind kept flashing of naked Scully above him and he was getting slightly uncomfortable with the tent he'd made with the comforter.

"Alone again buddy…" looking down at himself and debating on a cold shower. Yup cold shower it is.

The whole way back to her apartment Scully couldn't wipe the grin off her face. She was proud of herself, only took her long enough to figure out what she really wanted out of her relationship with Mulder and she was pleased it happened the way it did. Close one door then another door opens; part of their life, always had been with the X-Files why not with their personal life as well. The sun was barely starting to come up as she pulled up to her place, sitting there for a moment relishing all that had happened a few hours ago, the thoughts of his face watching her, his hands pleasing her, making her writhe on top of him, beginning to flash back to his face and looks and naked body. God, shake out of it woman! She reminded herself that work, unfortunately was on today's schedule. She and Mulder had to act like nothing happened, she knew the rumors had floated around for years but now for them to be true, it was dangerous for them. Entering her apartment, Scully felt ready to face the music, she knew Mulder would have a thousand questions and she hoped he didn't think that these actions would be ok in the work place. Even he knew better, she had to be the strong one and work, God knows she's seen his movie collection at work.

Jumping in the shower swiftly, her legs ached a bit, probably from lack of attention to that area of her life for awhile. Drying her hair, applying light make-up and dressing simply this morning in hopes of not attracting any unwanted attention from Mulder, she slipped on her shoes, grabbed her keys and ran out the door.

Mulder arrived a little early to work this morning, in hopes of catching Scully there as she was always the one coming in a little earlier. Surprised to not see her there yet Mulder sat at his desk pondering how their conversation would go. Killing time he checked his voicemail, nothing new, e-mail, again nothing new. Having left the office door ajar a bit so he could hear the clacking of heels down the concrete hallway to his office—their office, as soon as the thought had crossed his mind he heard her, slowly today, probably about as nervous as I am. He heard the footsteps stop right outside the door but they stopped it took Scully a good minute before entering their office. Coming around the corner through the door, her eyes met his and she smiled slyly at first trying to keep her cool and not jumping into his lap. Licking her lips and inspecting him more than she ever really did before, slowly blinking out of the daze she was having, it was work.

"Morning." Scully spoke first, trying to make herself as professional as she could.

"Heya Scully, sleep ok?" he knew she was trying really hard to keep it professional. He laughed inwardly at the moment. She was having a harder time with this than he was. Maybe he could take advantage of this.

"I'm a little tired this morning, I think I might've stayed up a little late thinking about all the events of my weekend…what about you?" She inquired innocently looking to the floor and taking her seat right across from his desk.

"I slept—I slept like I haven't slept in years," he retorted and rose from his seat making his way over around to the front of his desk, searching for her eyes in the process. Looking up at him as he perched his butt on the desktop, she smiled again and lightly blushed. He knew it was going to be an interesting day.

"Quit." She stated firmly in her best commanding voice. "I know we've got a few hours but we'll talk at lunch, ok?" she was trying to reason with him.

"You buying?" he pushed her a little further.

"After last night, you should be the one to buy," she stated sarcastically and got up and walked out of the office.

Scully couldn't believe she survived that small encounter this morning and was grateful she had some reports to turn into Skinner. Heading up the elevator, hoping Mulder didn't call her and want to discuss this more right now. She had no regrets but they couldn't risk this at work, God knows the fantasy of them in the basement office had crossed her mind more times than she could count but they couldn't. This would have to strictly be something for their homes, a way to step away from it all and go into a fantasy world. This relationship could work; I mean I did ask the man to be the 'donor' of my baby. Why should this be much different? IVF obviously didn't work; he knows how I feel about him or I should hope. I go weak at the knees every time he looks at me anymore. Even though nothing will come from us doing this, why not give it an old fashioned go around.

Mulder couldn't wait for lunch with Scully, the clock couldn't move fast enough. He figured they'd meet at their normal lunch place around the corner from the Hoover building, she'll order her salad and he'll get a burger or something close to it. Grabbing his coat and making his way to the elevator he couldn't contain his excitement, pressing the button on the elevator it immediately popped open revealing Scully.

"I was just coming down to get you. You ready to go?" She stepped aside and let him join her in the elevator.

The door closed shut and Mulder took advantage of it and caught her off guard with a kiss, subtle yet needing and wanting. Stepping away from each other simultaneously both staring straight back at the elevator doors waiting for the ride up to the main floor, walking to the restaurant was probably a better idea to burn off the tension.

Sitting down in a booth, the waitress recognized them immediately and got them a couple waters and their usual order put in.

"So…" Mulder looked at her, "What did you want to talk about?"

Staring blankly at him, then breaking into a whole hearted laugh, "Oh are we going to play this game? Come on Mulder you had to of seen this coming." Sipping her water she stared at him.

"Uhh, yeah, in my dreams Scully… literally!"

Smiling sheepishly at him, "So do we have a problem?"

Shaking his head at their silent agreement he was all too happy to see the waitress come over with his wrap and of course Scully's salad. Smiling at her and offering thanks she wandered off.

"So ground rules…no touching at work. I mean it Mulder, I know how you are, I don't want this to backfire, I want to enjoy what we have but I want to keep it in the privacy of our homes."

"Oh come on Scully, tell me you don't have the desk fantasy too?" he said half jokingly.

"Beside the point. No sex at work. Got it?"

"Wait did you just admit you had the desk fantasy?" he was egging her on and enjoying it all too much.

Staring at him a little flush came to her cheeks and she dug back into her salad. Silence for a moment as they both ate, Mulder took advantage…for the second time today, reaching his hand under the table and grabbed at her thigh, getting a little gasp to come out of Scully.

"Mulder, do you know how many federal employees frequent this place? Control yourself or this will end faster than it started," she pulled out of his reach.

Finishing lunch in silence, Scully sat there and stared out the window for a few minutes, thinking about how this was going to work for them. Mulder looked out too, feeling just as confused about it.

"So are you coming over for dinner tonight?" she whispered careful to be aware of anyone who might be listening to their conversation.

Smiling the biggest she'd seen in quite awhile out of him. "Why Agent Scully, I thought we were keeping this strictly professional."

"Shut up, Mulder," getting up and heading outside leaving him with the bill.