A/N: Hello there gorgeous. It's 5am guys, but this is being updated for the few of you that reviewed for a second chapter, and guess what; since I don't want to make chapters too long in case you're like me and read chapters before you go to sleep... I think that's why, I'm honestly not sure now. But there will be a chapter 3, I'm going to end it there I believe. AND it will be sexy, how descriptive into the sexy all depends on how well my brain is working when I finish writing that chapter, I've already got two sentences.

The time I used to write this chapter was from hiding from responsibilities, like a professional adult. Read on!

Right as they walked into the office the phone on Mulder's desk began to ring. He hurried over to answer it.

"Mulder. Yes Sir. I – I know… Okay." He sighed, hanging up the phone and looked over at Scully. She raised the eyebrow. "Skinner wants our report before we leave today." Mulder plopped down into his chair. Scully slowly walked over to him, leaned against the edge of his desk and crossed her arms.

"Did he say why? We usually get more than a night to work on it."

"Nope," he replied, popping the 'p'. The eyebrow went back up.

"In that case, you better get on it."

"Scuhhleeeeee." Mulder whined, managing to stick his lower lip out more to pout.

"My car is still full of moths. Your fault. You write up the report that was supposed to be written up during the time it took to get back after our 'picnic'." He gazed into her eyes, trying to gauge how sincere she was being.
"Is this because you want a real pic-a-nic? With the red and white checkered blanket and all the fixin's?" He said with a small smile, noticing her smile at the way he decided to pronounce picnic. Scully leaned closer to his face.
"This is not about having a picnic with you Mulder!" She noticed her voice getting louder, and the slightly wounded look on Mulder's face. Softening her voice, she reached a hand out and stroked her thumb along his cheek bone, "Though, know what Mulder, I would love a picnic with all the fixin's." She smiled as she copied the way he had said fixings, "as long as it's not another double purpose outing, okay? Picnic, you and me, no creatures." Mulder nodded. Scully walked over to the chair on the other side of Mulder's desk and sat down with a sigh.

"I still don't have a desk in here," she stated, crossing her arms and legs.
"Again with the desk, Scully?! Is that why you're so annoyed with me?"
"No! This is not about a desk, just stating a fact, which you might take as a hint to get one."

"Then why are you bringing it up now?"
"Because… I'd like to have my own space to sit and fume instead of having to stare at you the whole time. It's very hard to stay annoyed with you when I have to watch you eat those sunflower seeds, and remember what else you can do with that mouth!" He looked smug. Her annoyance wasn't even very strong anymore; she was just standing her ground on general principle now, so she didn't have the heart to get rid of the smug look his features had taken. "I'm sorry," she murmured, realizing how ridiculous she was being. Mulder came around and knelt beside her, bringing her hand to his lips, brushing a kiss across her knuckles. He brought his other hand over to cup her chin, turning her to look at him.
"There's still something bothering you," he said softly, "I can see it in your eyes." She tilted her head back until it rested against the top of the chair back.

"My car is full of moths, Mulder," she stated.
"I know, what I don't know is why this is bothering you so much," he said while standing and walking back over to his chair. Honestly she didn't know why this was bothering her so much either, but she continued anyway.
"Moths that just keep reproducing. I received three calls last night telling me my car is now moth free, only to receive another 10 minutes later informing me that they were mistaken and more have appeared!" She had gotten very animated by the end of her little speech, and flopped back against the chair while letting out a huff of exasperation.

The sounds of Mulder slowly munching on sunflower seeds while typing up the field report kept the office from falling into complete silence. Scully sat in her chair, arms and legs crossed, head buzzing in annoyance, as she watched Mulder. Her thoughts evolved from annoyance to boredom after about an hour of watching him slowly sift through the papers and field notes. She knew he was doing this on purpose; the occasional look from him gauging her reaction solidified that.

The day continued on like that, Mulder working painfully slow, managing to drag an hours work over three, with Scully remaining as stubborn as always, refusing to give in to what she knew he was trying to do. She was not going to write up the report. After the second hour of the three had passed the urge to just write the report herself was nearly as compelling as leaving and waiting for him at home. She had almost settled on the idea of going home early, only to remember that he drove her here, because her car was full of moths. These thoughts rekindled the flame of frustration and annoyance within her. Straightening back to her 'don't fuck with me' posture, she attempted to convince herself that she would wait it out. Mulder saw the movement from the corner of his eye and looked over at her in hopes that she had finally given in, only to see her back to her statuesque self; he met her eyes hoping to find more of stubbornness ebbing away as he had every other time, only to find her intense gaze filled with renewed vigor. He sighed and turned back to the report, deciding to start working at a more human pace.

Scully relaxed some, leaning back in the chair when she saw him start to actually work again. Mulder knew that if he delayed writing the report long enough then Scully would take over. She didn't mind, though. She wrote most of them up anyway since she knew the medical jargon and where it applied to the case. She started to let her eyes wander over him, and for the first time that day, noticed his tie.

A/N: No I've got nothing to say, but I'm going to tell you that. Hope you at least like this chapter.