After we paid the bill, Mulder and I headed to the car. We both got in and set out to go home. I had fun on our little get away, but it would be nice to be home. About twenty minutes into the drive, I had passed out. I didn't mean to pass out, but Mulder was going on and on about Big Foot. The next thing I knew, I was outside my apartment. I stretched like a cat that just awoke. I was a little embarrassed that I had passed out on Mulder.
"I am sorry, Mulder. I hadn't meant to fall asleep. The drive must have been miserable." I was really sorry, but I felt incredibly energized. "That's okay, Sleeping Beauty. I know how my stories can get a little dull." They weren't dull, just repetitive. I ignore his comment.
"Would you like to come in for a bit, Mulder?" I really didn't want to part ways just yet. "Yeah, I do actually." He goes around to the trunk and pulls out my luggage. We walk to the front door and I pull out the keys and unlock the door. It felt good to be home. It was a little chilly, because I had turned the heat down. If I wasn't going to be home, I wasn't going to keep the heat on.
"Wow, it's cold in here, " Mulder points out the obvious. I walk over to my thermostat and turn the heat up. I grab my suit case from him and put it in my room for tomorrow. "Do you want me to make some tea, Mulder?" I am already putting a pot on, but I thought I would ask. "That'd be great."
I make us some tea, and I turn the television on. We flip to a channel that we both agree on, and we both plop on the couch. The ride had obviously taken a toll on Mulder, so I pulled the blanket off the couch and covered us up. I knew he'd stay the night, and I was just fine with that. I lean into him, and he wraps an arm around me. All the sudden I was not cold anymore. It felt nice.
"I'm glad you invited me to the wedding, Scully. I had a lot of fun." I am glad I worked up the courage to ask him. I wonder if we would be here, at this point, had I not invited him. "Mulder, do you think we would have told each other how we felt, if I had not invited you to the wedding?" He mulls this over for a second.
"Scully, I think it would have eventually happened. I think it would just have taken a hell of a lot longer." He is right, of course. "Is this the part where we start making out, and then move this to the bedroom?" I don't know why I just asked him that. I guess I was feeling pretty brave. I had gotten the hardest part over with, so I didn't see the harm. He laughs at me, and I feel offended. "Not tonight." I take this as a rejection, and I noticeably back off.
"Hey, where are you going? I didn't mean it as a rejection." He pulls me back into him and kisses my head. I burry myself into his chest, and I still feel the hurt and embarrassment from his comment. It must have been radiating off of me. "Scully, relax. What I meant to say was that I want it to be perfect. I want our first time to be special. I don't want it to be when we are both exhausted."
I give a defeated sigh. I wanted to make love tonight, but I really was tired. He has a point. I do want it to be perfect. I don't expect candles and chocolates. I just expect it to be gentle and passionate. I have no doubts that it will be the most incredible moment of my entire life. I've known it all along. I think that is what is making me anxious. I am extraordinarily curious.
"It's going to happen. I'm going to do it right. We will do it at your pace. It will happen when we are both ready. It doesn't need to be rushed. I want to take you out to a fancy restaurant and a movie." I smile with appreciation. "Do you think we could just order take out and rent a movie?" He looks at me with an incredulous look. "Well, I just spent a whole weekend dressing up. I kind of want to just stay in my pajamas and be with you. It doesn't really matter what we do, as long as you're here, I am happy." He looks like he understands what I have just confessed.
"You know what, Scully, I feel the same way. We can just lay around all day and eat take out. I'll even rent a chick flick for you." Watch out ladies, he is all mine. I joke that he isn't a romantic, but he was in his own way. He knew that I wasn't the girly type. I wasn't like most girls, so it was a little harder to be romantic. I didn't care though. In my eyes, he was perfect. It's funny; someone isn't perfect until you fall in love with them.
As I was caught up in my daydream, Mulder was pulling me off the couch. "Let's go to bed, Scully. I am beat." I hadn't realized it, but I was too. I would give anything for a full nights rest. I was looking forward to sleeping next to Mulder. It had been a while since I had slept with a man, and I was a little too excited. I acted calm and cool, but on the inside I was giddy. I know Mulder was too. He didn't hide it as well as I did. He ran over and jumped on my bed like a child.
"Oh, Scully, your bed is so comfortable. With you next to me, and this cozy bed, I will forget all about my insomnia. This feels so right." I climb in next to him, and he scoops me up on top of him. He laces his fingers through my hair while I lay down upon his chest. "I know exactly what you are saying, Mulder." I look up at him and give him a gentle kiss on the lips. I didn't want to start anything, so I didn't let it get too heated. He looks down at me and gives me a knowing smile.
"Good night, Scully, I love you." I inhale his scent and immediately become drowsy. "Good night, Mulder, I love you too."
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