Alright so I've decided to add the weekend 'dinner' part of the story that I left it hanging on...this is the short before the 'good stuff'. That's still being worked on and hopefully it'll be worth the wait. ENJOY!

It had been a few days since she invited him to dinner, work will always take precedent to their relationship as to ward off any suspicion. However it was Friday so they should be able to enjoy themselves over the weekend. Scully was ecstatic, this was the first time in a long time that she finally felt complete in mostly every aspect of her life, the only nagging concern was the baby that she still longed for. It had almost been a week since the initial sex and there was nothing that could stop this now, it was too good to be true.

The 4 days at work had been tough on both of them, their relationship was new and exciting, and they already knew each other in every other way that the sex should have been a walk in the park but it ended up being extremely difficult to refrain from any sort of touch that could be seen as sensual. Sitting in close proximity during meetings, in cars, and while in the office, took all they had to not just place a hand on the others leg or hold a hand. The tension was there all week and they could feel it and they were pretty sure anyone who was near them could sense it as well, the subtle glances, both of them had a new way about them. I'm sure bets are being collected, Scully thought to herself as she continued to cook her specialty, zucchini lasagna, laughing slightly at the thought.

Throwing the lasagna in the oven she heard a knock on the door and about giggled out of sheer excitement. Her loins had been aching for his touch all week and she wasn't sure if she'd be able to control herself this weekend, Mulder is going to be sorry he's letting this continue. Peering through the peep hole before letting him in she regained her composure and opened the door.

"You're late…" she was subtle in her comment, not really an irritant at this point but just trying to make simple conversation.

"Yeah, sorry I was having a hard time finding what to wear." He stammered out.

"So you didn't get your laundry done, is what that loosely translates to," she eyed him and he flushed slightly at her. She laughed a bit to let him know she was joking and he closed the door behind himself.

"Beer or wine?" she asked eyeballing him.

"What pairs better with dinner?"

"Not your favorite…the wine. Though I did take your tastes in mind and bought something you might actually enjoy." She let a big grin escape, she was giddy, almost first date giddy and she had no idea why. Maybe the whole experience of kind of being a couple was starting to get to her in a good way, she liked it. Pouring out two glasses and handing one over to Mulder, Scully leaned up against the kitchen counter not sure where to go with the conversation. Putting his glass down swiftly Mulder made his way over to Scully and stood towering over her as he usually did and placed his hands firmly on her hips backing her into the corner of the kitchen counters.

"Scully, tell me this isn't a mistake? I—you have no idea how much this has loomed over my head but I never—"

"I know…" staring up at him she grinned again, "it's ok, after all we've been through this should be effortless." She gave him a little wink and a smirk and weaseled out of his grip checking the lasagna. It smelled amazing and she was hoping Mulder didn't mind that it was mostly vegetables, tons of cheese because she had a random craving for cheese.

"Veggies Scully? Come on you know me better than that…" he scoffed at the thought.

"It's not as bad as you think, can't say anything against it until you try it."

Walking up to her and pressing her against the counter he just couldn't contain himself much longer. They had been so well behaved at work and the tension was driving him mad. He felt like a horny teenager all over again. Mulder dove is lips to her neck, she was wearing a nice low cut shirt and couldn't help but notice she wasn't wearing a bra and couldn't refrain from running his hands up her waist, brushing the sides of her breasts with his knuckles as he reached her torso.

"You don't waste time do you?" she laughed at his advances.

Continuing his assault on her neck, reaching her ear and nibbling at her ear lobe her breath caught in her throat and she opened up to him letting him have his fun for the time being. His hands reached down to her hips and rubbed along her lower back barely brushing the curve of her backside. Scully moaned slightly at his advances, his lips slowly making their way down to her chest, he squatted down slightly, biting at her breast through her shirt and then finally dropping to his knees in front of her, his hands on her waist and pulled her firmly to him, he could feel her heart beat in her body and knew she was excited for all this to be happening so fast. She had better control than he would have imagined, or maybe this is her game. Making his way to the hem of her shirt he pushed it up slightly revealing her cute navel and beautiful skin, placing little kisses around her tummy, he nibbled slightly and reached his hands up under her shirt in search of her wonderful breasts. Scully braced herself against the counter as her head fell back slightly enjoying the praise he was giving her body.

"Scully—I could—I –"

*BEEP, BEEP, BEEP*

"And that would be the reason I didn't jump on you the moment you walked in the door, I'm starving." She laughed as he rose to his feet, placing a simple kiss on her lips before she pushed him away in search of oven mitts. Pulling the lasagna from the oven and placing it on the stove, Scully went in search of plates and utensils.

"I have to admit, it does look tasty and I could eat." Mulder really would eat anything he just had to goof around once in awhile. "Get some energy stored for you g-woman…" winking at Scully and receiving an eye roll in return.

Dishing up in bowls instead of plates, the lasagna was better contained this way and less chance for a spill, Scully made her way to the couch and made herself comfortable while Mulder followed suit, bowls and glasses in tow. They both sat quietly eating glancing at the other every now and again, not sure if words need be spoken.