The next thing I know, I heard a knock on my bedroom door. I looked at the clock through blurry eyes, and noticed it read 9:30. Awesome, I had not hit snooze; I completely turned my alarm off. I looked up to see Mulder standing in my doorway. "Hi, Mulder, " I said with my morning voice. "Good Morning, Sleeping Beauty. I had thought you would be awake by now. I am sorry." I do not know why I was so tired. I got plenty of sleep last night. I guess I was so wrapped up in the warmth of my bed that I did not want to leave. "Mulder, can we just lay down for a few more minutes. I am not ready to get out off bed." I know this question shocks him, because I can see his eyes get ten times larger. He acts cool as a cucumber though, walks around to the other side of my bed, and takes his pants and shoes off. I can feel his nervousness. He slides in and lies on his back. He stays about two feet away, respecting my boundaries. I sigh and scoot closer to him. I throw an arm around his chest and lye my head in the crock of his arm pit. I throw one leg over one of his legs and completely relax. After a second, he responds and puts an arm around me. " Let's just lye like this for a while, and then we can go to breakfast." I suggest. "Scully, as long as we lye just like this, I don't really care about eating." I let out a giggle and he gives me a kiss on the forehead.
I don't know what caused me to invite Mulder into my bed, but I liked it. I woke up and looked over at my clock. It was eleven o'clock, and the need to eat was killing me. I looked up and Mulder was slightly snoring. I untangled myself from him and jumped into the shower. I spent five minutes in the shower washing up and thinking about Mulder as my plus one. Was I going to get away with this? I sure hope no body tries to call me out. I also hope that nobody is there to bring back old high school stories. Can you imagine what Mulder would do with that dirt? He would make jokes for the rest of my life.
I jump out of the shower and grab my robe. As I am tying the robe, I hear a knock at the door. "Scully, are you almost finished; I need to use the bathroom?" I open the door and see Mulder. He gives me a look up and down. "I know for certain there is nothing underneath there." As soon as he said it, he closed the door. His little innuendos have been a little too sexual lately. I sometimes get the feeling that wants me as badly as I want him. But, I shake it off, and pad my way to the closet. I grab a pair of jean shorts, underwear, a bra, and a blue tank top. I throw them on quickly so that Mulder will not catch me naked. Just as I am pulling my shirt over my head I hear Mulder ask, "Scully, are you decent?" "Define decent, Mulder?" "Completely naked, " he jokes. " Well, then yes, I am decent." He opens the door so quickly I think he will tear it off the hinges. He walks out and we both smile at each other. "Scully, I don't like liars, unless they are wearing shorts." I know he is kidding. I catch him staring at my legs, and he shyly looks away. As soon as we are both ready, I grab a jacket, put on some flats, and we walk out the door.
"Mulder, where are you taking me to eat?" I was hungry and the whinny Scully started to come out. "Relax, Scully, I am a block away." I sigh and just trust his judgment. Sure enough we arrive at a little pancake house. It smells fabulous, and I am ready to eat. The hostess seats us, and Mulder puts his hand on my back to guide us to our table. Sitting down, she takes our drink order. We both get coffees and she leaves. "So, Scully, I wanted to talk to you about this wedding arrangement." Here we go! "What do you not understand, Mulder?" That came out a bit harsh, but he takes no offense. "Well, am I your boyfriend?" I blush at this. I haven't had a boyfriend in over six years. That term seemed so juvenile. "Yes, but don't push your luck. I know how you acted when we were married." Just then the waitress brings our coffees and gives us a weird look, obviously overhearing our conversation. I order a cheese cake pancake, and Mulder gets the combo plate. After she leaves, we continue or conversation.
"Okay. So that little cuddle session we had this morning, what was that?" Was he seriously calling me out. I just wanted to share a moment with him. "Mulder, I am not sure what that was," I say in a low voice. "I guess I just wanted to have a moment with you. I have my moments where I would like to be held. I know that's hard to believe, but it's true. I just wanted a warm body next to me. I wanted a moment where I could forget about everything else and just relax." I didn't know how to tell Mulder that I just wanted him to hold me, and make my troubles disappear. "So, was it just any warm body, or was it me?" That question pissed me off a little bit. Does he seriously think that little of me? Does he really have no idea how much I need him? I stab my pancake a little too aggressively. "I think you know me better than that, Mulder." I try not to hiss. I still need this favor from him, and I don't want to fight.
He lets that heated moment go, and I am thankful. "Let's just go with it. We can take everything one step at a time, " I suggest. He picks up a piece of toast, and nods his head in approval. "So, what is the attire," he asks me. "Well, the reception is where she wants us to dress up fancy. So, you will need your tux for the reception. The actual wedding is casual. I am wearing a summer dress. You can wear whatever summer clothes you have. Just make sure it is wedding appropriate." Amanda has always done things backwards, so I don't know why I thought her wedding would be different. It was an outside wedding so I am glad she is having us wear summer dresses instead of gowns. I can't fathom a heavy dress in the heat.
"Okay, what does your fancy dress look like. Please tell me it is short. I don't do weddings, Scully, so make this thing exciting." He wiggles his eyebrows in a seductive way. He has a point. Weddings are a bit mundane for us, so maybe I would be up for his little challenge. "You'll just have to wait, Mulder." I give him a flirty smile. "So, when is this wedding anyway?" I realize I hadn't told him the date. It is in two weeks Mulder."
"Alright, Scully, but if this wedding is boring, I am liable to add some fun to it." I take a dramatic gasp. "Mulder, I will kill you myself. Don't you dare bring up the X-files or anything remotely inappropriate." He is chuckling and I realize he was just kidding. "Oh, Scully, you really are something."