Date: Thu, 29 Jul 1999 14:16:45 +0100
Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative

TITLE: Creative WritingIII: Quiltmaking
AUTHOR: Annette Gisby
EMAIL: annette.gisby@which.net
CLASS: MSR
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SUMARY: This one starts where Creative Writing 2 left off.

It's dedicated to Char, Harper and Linda
Thanks for your patience and your nagging, otherwise this
one would never have got finished!

CREATIVE WRITING III: Quiltmaking

The knock on the door didn't surprise her, but it did unnerve her.
Maybe she should have changed before he came over. She looked
down at her jeans and sweater and decided it was aobut time Mulder
saw her in something other than the suits she wore for work.

She opened the door a fraction, feeling as nervous as a teenager
on a first date with the school hunk. There was no denying that
Mulder was actually a hunk, but she'd never have the nerve to
say that to his face. She hoped that after tonight he would become
*her* hunk.

"Mulder."

"Scully."

Their vocabulary seemingly dried up, she opened the door wider
so he could come in. Mulder stood awkwardly by the sofa, his
bulk seeming to take up most of the room. He was a little hunched
over, as though he was frightened of something. Her?

"Would you like a drink? There's iced tea in the refigerator."

"No. Thanks."

Scully sat down on the sofa, tucking her legs under her. Her palms
were sweating and her heart was beating so fast she thought he
must hear it. The silence was deafening. Neither one of them seemed
to be able to break it.

"Why didn't you say anything?" asked Mulder, sinking into one of
the armchairs.

"About what?"

"The poem."

"You knew I'd seen it?"

"Of course I knew. I left it there for you to find. I wanted you
to read it, to let you know how I felt about you."

Scully burst out laughing.

"What's so funny?" demanded Mulder

"We're a pair aren't we? I thought you'd be mad that I'd been
snooping in your desk, so I never mentioned that I'd read the poem.
I thought if you wanted me to read it you'd have given it to me
yourself. I was waiting and waiting for you to hand me that poem,
but you never did. I thought you'd changed your mind about me."

"Never."

"Did you like the painting?"

"Yes. How did you manage to manipulate the images like that? To
put our names on them and everything? Was it done by computer?"

"Sort of. But not the way you think. Wait here."

Mulder watched her as she went into her bedroom and he had to stop
himself from thinking what might go on in there later, if he was
lucky and Scully didn't throw him out for being presumtous.

Scully came back with a big grin plastered across her face and he
felt his heart lurch. How long was it since he last saw her smile
like that? And not just any smile, a smile directed at him. She
was holding something in her hand, paper. Smoothing it out she
handed it to him.

Mulder was looking at the original of the painting that was even
now taking up a lot of room on his hard drive.

"You mean you painted it?" he asked. He had no idea she was this
talented. This should be in a gallery somewhere, but maybe not with
their names on it!

"Scully, it's brilliant. I had no idea you could paint like this."

"You mean that? You really like it?" she blushed shyly and he
reached out to caress her cheek.

Suddenly time seemed to stand still. There was only Scully, him and
this moment. This moment he had waited over six years for. Scully's
gaze held his, she was barely breathing. He closed the gap between
them and pressed his mouth gently against hers. It was a tentative
gentle kiss which went on for eternity.

He began to nibble on her lips, then licking them with his tongue.
Scully moaned and began to push herself towrards him, so that she
was almost in his lap. Things were getting out of control way to
fast. He pulled away reluctantly. Scully pouted at him. Her face
was flushed and her eyes sparkled.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" he sked her, hoping and dreading
the answer.

"Mulder, six years of foreplay is long enough, don't you think? Now
go into my bedroom. I've got something to show you."

Mulder couldn't help the grin that spread across his face.

"Have you now? And what might that be, Agent Scully?"

"Quiltmaking. I'm quite an expert, you know. Would you like to
see a sample of my work?"

"You better believe it!"

END

That's all folks! Good, bad, ugly? let me know what you thought.
This is it. The final installment of the Creative Writing series