From: AudreyCats Date: 5 Aug 1998 19:56:45 GMT Subject: *NEW*: Breaking The Rules (1/1) by Dana Audrey Title: Breaking The Rules (1/1) Author: Dana Audrey E-mail Address: AudreyCats@aol.com Category: Story, Romance Rating: PG, for one itsy bitsy curse word Keywords: Mulder/Scully Romance Summary: Mulder and Scully 'break the rules' after a heated discussion about a movie. Disclaimer: You think that I could convince a United States court of law that during some psychic sceance Chris Carter's soul somehow traveled into my body and that therefore these characters really *are* mine? Nope. Didn't think so. Funny thing is, I still don't care. XxXxXxXxXxXxXxXx Breaking The Rules (1/1) by Dana Audrey XxXxXxXxXxXxXxXx "Hey, Scully?" Her head looked up over the manila file folder in her hands. "Yeah?" "What're you doing tonight?" Her questioning look became one of unhidden amusement. "Why, Mulder? Aliens landing in the cornfield off highway 110? Some clones in the apartment next to yours you want me to see for myself? Need a little help wiretapping the CIA? I think I'm busy. Try the Gunmen." Mulder chuckled and tossed his own file folder onto the desk. "Actually, I thought maybe we could see a movie. And the Gunmen don't happen to be particularly good company at that sort of thing." Scully's eyebrow, seemingly of its own volition, curved upward in a sign of disbelief. He didn't know whether to take her silence as a good sign or one to give up. "You're joking, Mulder." "I am?" "Aren't you?" "No, I wasn't." "Oh." Obviously, she didn't know what to think. He couldn't blame her, really. Not after the week they'd been through. "I mean, I just thought, what with all this boring paperwork and everything, it might be a nice change." "A nice change?" "Yeah. For the past week, we've only seen each other over this musty desk in this musty office. If we don't change the atmosphere a little, I think we'll end up violent or something." "Hmm." Scully looked back down at the file, apparently intent on finishing it before answering. "Scully?" "So let me get this straight. Your idea of a pick-up line is telling me it's vital to my health and well-being? That I either go to a movie with you or kill you sometime in the near future? You mean I get to choose?" "So I fumbled it a little. So bite my head off." "Was I biting your head off?" "No, but you were going to." "I was?" "Weren't you?" "No, I wasn't." "Oh." Silence. "What were you going to do?" "I was going to ask you what time you'd pick me up." "You were?" "Wasn't I?" "Let's not get this started again." "Fine by me." "Is seven okay?" "For what?" "Scully..." "Sorry. It's fine. You know the address?" * * * Three hours, two sodas, and a large popcorn later, the pair of agents were walking from the theater across the parking lot to Mulder's car. "So you didn't like it?" "I didn't say that." Scully's frustrated tone was becoming impatient as well. "Well, what *did* you say?" "I just thought the ending was a bit screwy." "In what way?" The question brought out a sigh from his partner. "Look- I'm not saying I didn't like it. I thought most of it, up until the end anyway, was actually quite good. But how realistic is it that after almost losing her job, her house, ultimately her life, she goes crying into his arms when she finds out everything is okay just because she 'needed him'?" "I don't know... Maybe it was one of those times when you think you're going to die and you reevaluate everything in your life. Maybe she did that and found out life was too short to... whatever it was she was doing before." By this time they had reached the car and were just standing at the end of it. "Impossible." "Impossible? Why?" "Because if *we* reacted like that every time *we* were in a life-threatening situation, we would..." Scully drifted off, not sure of what she was saying or why or how she had managed to get that far without catching herself. "We would what?" Mulder moved up closer to Scully until his face was mere inches away from hers. "We would..." With the proximity of her partner, she found it impossible to formulate coherent sentences, or even thoughts. "We would overreact," she produced proudly. Mulder didn't seem impressed. "Well," he drawled seductively, "good thing we're not in a life-threatening situation, isn't it, Scully?" She was trying with all her might to maintain composure and a complete calm. And she was failing miserably. "And- and why is that?" "Well, for one thing, this won't be considered overreacting." And in a motion Scully had never for the life of her anticipated he swept his head down and kissed her until she was positive her hair and toes were shaking along with her pounding heart. "Well, *you* might not call that overreacting," she responded shakily when he pulled away, hoping she sounded less affected than she felt, "but I think I would." "Oh? And what exactly is it I'm overreacting to?" "A collection of things, really. The movie, for one- it could understandably have a profound effect on the motor skills, causing-" she was cut off by another one of Mulder's kisses that, although it was only the second one she'd ever had the pleasure of receiving, she was becoming hopelessly addicted to... Oh, the hell with it, she thought as she gave up and threw her arms around his neck. Surprised by her sudden response, Mulder barely noticed his hands tightening at the small of her back, then moving to run through her glistening hair. Slowly he broke off the kiss and looked into her eyes. "Good thing we don't do this at every life-threatening situation, eh?" "Well... we may have to revise that rule a little..." The End XxXxXxXxXxXxXxXx Okay, you know the drill. 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