Day 7 prompt 7 Do you recognize this
summary:
Mulder knows it's not always about the words Scully uses, but rather, how she speaks them.
"Mulder, come here!" Scully shouted from their bedroom upstairs. There was enough modulation in her voice to know she was excited in a good way. Over the years, he developed a pretty good Scully meter when it came to her tone. He had to. She hid her emotions well, but he later learned it was her own defense mechanism. Dana Scully had let him in years ago; he just couldn't see it until it was almost too late.
He shuddered at the thought of almost losing her in more ways than one. But losing her because of his own misguided behavior always made his heart ache that much more.
When he arrived at the bedroom door, Scully was standing in front of the full-length mirror she had given him for his birthday several years prior. She had on a fitted long-sleeve black dress that sat several inches above her knee, giving him a nice view of her still very sexy, toned legs. The sleeves were sheer; he didn't even know if that was the proper term, but he remembered the dress very well.
"Do you recognize this dress?" Scully said with a smile, moving her hips from side to side and adjusting her arms in various poses as she stared at her reflection in the mirror.
Watching her move, he leaned against the bedroom door frame, crossing his arms in front of his chest. The sight of her in that dress flooded his brain with vivid memories. Memories that made his stomach warm and the blood rush to his groin.
"That dress?" He pointed to her through his crossed arms. With an exaggerated puzzled look on his face, he said, "You look amazing in it, but am I supposed to remember it?"
Placing her hands squarely on her hips, "Mulder? You can't be serious."
Classic Scully, about to argue a point. He only knew it because she spoke with a distinct inflection that he had grown accustomed to hearing from her over the years.
He chuckled as he dropped his arms and walked toward her, taking her waist in his hands and pulling her close to him. He smirked and she raised her eyebrow in response.
"Ohhhh, that dress." He said. He loved teasing her. He suspected she loved it as well.
"The one that started on your body," he said, lightly kissing her forehead, then continuing. "But later that night, it ended up on the floor of some hotel I can't remember the name of now."
He moved his lips to meet hers and she hummed into the kiss. She gently grazed his bottom lip with her teeth, pulling away playfully.
"I knew it!" She said, triumphantly and he smiled in return. How could he not smile at her excitement? "I knew you would remember," she said more sweetly now and she wrapped her arms around his neck.
"How could I ever forget that night, Scully?" Her thesis wasn't the only thing he had memorized over the years. Moles, curves, physical responses—nothing was left out.
"So, I was thinking..." He didn't let her finish.
Instead, he hoisted her up by her bottom and she instinctively wrapped her legs around his torso, the dress hiking all the way past her own waist as she did so.
His hands palmed her bare ass as he carried her toward the bed. "I remember every bit of it," he said.
He held her gaze. Her eyes were deep and full of desire and it was a look reserved only for him.
"Show me," Sculy whispered into his ear.
"Gladly," he said.