From: "Irish Angel" Date: Sat, 26 Dec 1998 17:54:22 PST Subject: "In The Door Of Scully's Apartment" by *Blue Dragon* Title: In The Door Of Scully's Apartment Author: *Blue Dragon* Rating: PG Spoilers: No Keywords: MSR Summary: Scully has some downtime but is rudely interrupted by a dripping wet Mulder who has something to tell her Feedback: SpookyGyrl@iname.com Disclaimer: You know the drill. Not mine, yadda yadda. Belong to surfer exec. man and his coorporate goons, yadda yadda etc etc. Notes: FEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEDBACK! SpookyGyrl@iname.com =+=X=+=X=+=X=+= In The Door Of Scully's Apartment By *Blue Dragon* =+=X=+=X=+=X=+= Scully layed quietly on her sofa, eating a pint of chocolate ice cream and watching a special on Amelia Earheart, one dank D.C. afternoon while the rain drizzeled listlessly outside. Inside her apartment, it was warm and cozy despite the weather. She was stretched out on her sofa with a thick quilt around her enjoying the rare down time and the heavenly rich taste of the cool chocolate. A sharp knock on her door shook her out of her rapture. Scully sighed and unwillingly pulled off her quilt, got up and placed her ice cream and spoon beside her remote on the coffee table. Without checking the peephole, she unlatched and opened the thick door. "Mulder!" She cried, staring at the soggy figure before her. Mulder stood outside her door dressed in a dripping leather jackter, brown shirt, and black pants. The water slipped off of his brown hair and trickled down his face and nose, dripped off and onto the carpet. She ushered him inside. "What's wrong? Is everything okay? What happened?" She inquired as she tried helped him strip off his jacket. He stopped her. "Scully. Nothing's wrong...I...I was standing in the rain." Mulder said slowly, looking down at Scully. "Why?" "Because...I don't know why." She raised an eyebrow. Damn. That unnerved him. "But...I know something. I have to tell you something. I need to get this off my chest." He looked her in the eyes. "Scully..." His hands were limp at his sides. "You know how hard it is for me to express myself." He took a deep breath before continuing. "But I need to tell you. I...I love you, Scully. Before you say anything, it's not like partnerly-we've-been-together-6-years kinda love. It's true love, Scully. Lovers love. I love you." The room fell silent. After a few moments, Mulder took from Scully's silence that his love was not welcome in her life. He turned almost mechanically to leave, as if he had expected the reaction, but a hand caught him on this lower am to pull him back. "Mulder. Stay." She whispered. He looked at her again and saw something that hadn't been visible previously. Adoration. Longing. Love. His head slowly bent down as her lips met his, ever so softly. Slowly increasing passion. Mulder's hand came up and carressed her cheek slowly as they stood in the door of Scully's apartment. <> feed me back! (: SpookyGyrl@iname.com