A/N: Okay, enough with the POVs for now. Annoyed Scully and the time-old cliche of "we have to share a bed?" ensue here.

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They were on their way to Washington State for a case. It was a long flight, and they had one layover in Colorado. However, once they got to Colorado, they saw their flight was cancelled, and the next flight they could get was at six in the morning the next day. They decided to take it, but Scully couldn't help being annoyed.

"Hey, it's not like it's a super urgent case," Mulder said, driving the rental car in search of a motel. And he was right, the case had something to do with ghost boys or something-Scully really didn't know, she was tired and irritated. "We'll be there in no time tomorrow."

"I'm sure we will," she replied sarcastically. They pulled into a little motel with a flashing VACANCY sign. It was dingy, but it would do for the night.

"Two singles for the night, please?" Mulder asked, readying his wallet.

"Oh, we only have one single available. Don't you want a room with your wife?" the old lady at the counter said.

Scully rolled her eyes so hard it almost hurt. "No." she replied. "Are you sure they're aren't any other rooms?"

"Nope, just one single."

"We'll take it," Mulder replied.

"Mulder!" Scully hissed.

"Scully, I'm tired, too, and I really don't feel like driving around in the middle of nowhere looking for a hotel, okay?" He paid for the room and they made their way to it.

"Our air-conditioning is broken. We hope that won't be too much trouble," the old lady explained, as if it weren't a hot July night in Colorado. As soon as they opened the door, Scully threw her bags on the floor and stripped off the jacket of her pantsuit.

"Whoa there, Scully," Mulder joked, "Moving a little fast, aren't we?"

"Oh, shut up," she replied, grabbing her pajamas and heading for the shower. He could tell she was obviously annoyed, on a case she thought was a bit stupid, stuck in a hotel with him, forced to share a bed, and all on an eighty-degree night with no air-conditioning. He found it all a little humorous, but he couldn't blame her-she put up with a lot and he was surprised at how calm she was nearly all the time. He had to give her credit.

When she got out of the shower, clad in her silk pajamas. "You can get in," she said.

"Eh, I'll just take one in the morning," he said, flipping through the TV channels. "I took one before we left today."

Scully sighed for what seemed like the millionth time. "Alright. But at least go into the bathroom to change."

"You don't want to admire my manly glory, Scully?"

"Mulder, please," she began.

He chuckled. "I'm really sorry. I know this isn't very fun for you, and to be honest, I'm not really enjoying the whole delay thing either, and I know it's kind of a bother, having to share a bed with me. You've put up with a lot."

She cracked a little smile. "Damn right I have."

"Hey, I'll sleep on the floor tonight, okay?" he said, grabbing his pajamas and meandering to the bathroom. She set up some blankets and a pillow on the floor for him. It was the least she could do after being so snappy. Mulder returned in nothing but sweatpants. It wasn't as if she hadn't seen him shirtless, but she did have to fight to tear her eyes away. Damn you, she thought. "Is this for me?" he asked, gesturing to the little bed she had set up for him. She nodded. "What would I do without you, Scully?"

"Not have to sleep on the floor," she replied, settling back to watch something on the history channel. Mulder tried to make himself comfortable on the scratchy carpet. Eventually she turned off the TV and the lights, snuggling under the covers. Mulder tossed and turned, trying to sleep but just feeling more uncomfortable. He flipped over to his stomach, no luck. To his back, then to his side, but the floor was just not a good place to sleep.

And Scully was fighting the heat, tossing off comforters, then feeling too cold in a sheet, already sweating. Eventually she wriggled out of bed and threw off her pajama pants. "Mulder, are you awake?"

"Yes," he replied.

"Come up here with me."

"Why?"

"Because I can tell you're not going to get any sleep down there."

"B-but you're not wearing any pants, Scully," he said, then immediately regretted it. What a dumb thing to say, he thought. But to his relief, she chuckled.

"You're not wearing a shirt."

"But it's different..."

"Goddammit, Mulder, it's just my legs. Now get in here." he did, but not before replying with,

"Why, Miss Scully, you're trying to seduce me!"

"In your dreams, Spooky." he smiled. He had never heard anyone call him that in such an affectionate tone. It was usually in a mocking way, but even her sarcastic comments weren't rude. He crawled under the covers and made sure he stayed on the opposite pillow. She turned around and their faces were just inches apart, both of them already dozing off after just a few minutes.

"Hi," he said.

"Hi,"

"So are you still mad about this whole situation?"

"Not really," she yawned. "But maybe I'm just too tired to be mad anymore." She rolled over. "Go to sleep."

So they did.

When Mulder woke up, Scully was next to him. He was surprised for a moment, then he remembered what had happened. Her head was on his back and her arms were around his waist. He could hear her snoring lightly and he smiled.

Too quickly, she stirred, gasping and pulling her arms back. "Mulder," she began.

"So you like being the big spoon? Should've told me, Scully," he teased, turning around to look at her.

"I-I'm sorry, I don't know how that happened."

"It's fine. It was nice," he said. "Y'know...you can go back to sleep. We still have half an hour 'til we have to get ready and go." she breathed a sigh of relief, laying her head on his chest.

"You're quite comfortable," she said groggily. "Much better than these rock-solid pillows..."

"So you don't like being the big spoon?"

"Be quiet."

"Okay," he agreed, still smiling.

He didn't sleep for the next half hour, instead he stroked Scully's hair and waited for the alarm clock to beep. When it did, she woke up reluctantly and pushed herself off of him. "Okay, I'll get up now," she sighed. "Why don't you shower while I get us some coffee."

When Scully returned with coffee, Mulder was sitting on the bed in nothing but his boxers. "Mulder!"

"What?"

"You're not wearing...anything!"

"So? It's hot, Scully," he pouted.

She rolled her eyes. "I know it is. But you need to get dressed or we'll miss our flight. It's not like I stand around in my underwear."

"You talk as if I would mind that," he retorted, buttoning up his shirt.

"Mulder, not today, please..." she handed him the cup of coffee she had gotten from the coffee shop in the lobby. He took a sip and nearly spit it out.

"Scully, what's in this?"

"I don't know, to be honest. I just asked for a normal cup of coffee. Come on."

When the receptionist asked if they had a nice night, they put on their best fake smiles and said it was wonderful. "I couldn't stand that place," he murmured to her as they got in the car.

"God, I'm glad we got out of there. At least I slept well."

"Me, too. Maybe we should sleep together more often,"

She groaned. "Mulder!"

"You seemed to enjoy it."

She didn't reply, she just glared at him for a few seconds. They drove to the airport in silence and boarded their flight. "Scully, I'm sorry...I know what I said was uncalled for." Mulder said once they got in the air. He felt bad and was tired of silent, angry Scully.

"It's fine," she replied, still grumpy. "It's just...don't you have a filter?"

"Oh, Scully, don't you know that when a boy teases you it means he likes you? And can I help it if I think you're cute when you're mad?" a hint of a blush appeared on her cheeks.

"You know what I absolutely hate about you, Mulder?"

Just then, turbulence hit and Scully gasped, clutching the armrests of her seat. "You don't like turbulence, huh?" she shook her head, a worried look in her eyes. "You're okay," he assured her softly, grabbing her hand. She squeezed it.

"I-I know it's stupid, I just-"

"It's not stupid, Scully." the shaking died down and she relaxed. "See? We're okay. Hey, you never told me what you hate about me."

She looked down at their hands-neither of them had let go-and rubbed her thumb up and down the top of his. "That I just can't stay mad at you for very long."

"Is it my irresistible charms?"

"Oh, shut up," she replied, giving him a smile.

A/N: Thanks for reading! I am always open to suggestions for chapters, I really need some ideas!

-Lulamae