Subject: *NEW*  Kissing (1/1) by Kelly Youse
From: XMTU86A@prodigy.com (Kelly Youse)
Date: 18 Oct 1997 00:30:36 GMT

Disclaimer:  As much as I'd like to personally possess Fox Mulder, I 
don't
 . .nor Dana Scully for that matter.  No infringement intended!

M/S romance here, so put on those romance songs and gear yourself up for 
some love ;)  Special thanks to my lifetime editor, Rebecca--I couldn't 
live without you!  And always thanks to my good friend Kim :)

For those of you waiting for the sequel to "Tickled," be a little more 
patient--it's in the works!!!!!


Title: Kissing
Classifications: VR
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None
Keywords: Mulder/Scully romance
Summary:  Something about Scully sparks Mulder to ask about first kisses 
and. . .


Kissing
by: Kelly E. Youse (xmtu86a@prodigy.com)

Mulder watched Scully with a curious eye.   Her head pointed towards his 
desk, her glasses hung low on the bridge of her nose and she tapped the 
tip of a pencil on a paper she read.  All in all, this was nothing he 
hadn't noticed before.  But today she reminded him of something in 
particular.

"Mulder, what are you staring at?"  she asked, directing her gaze in his 
direction.  Her tongue swept over her upper lip, then slipped back inside 
her mouth.

"Do you remember your first kiss?"  It was her lips that had done it for 
him, that had resurrected that brief memory of when he was 14.  Her 
tongue had glossed over her lips about five times in the past twenty 
minutes, and he could think of nothing else.  "So?"

"So, what?"  Her gaze returned to her paper.

"Your first kiss."  Mulder propped his elbows on the desk and leaned 
closer to her.  "Tell me about it."

"Mulder, we have a lot of work to do."  She leaned back in her chair, 
pulling away from him and chewed on her pencil.

This peaked his curiosity.  She was evading him, and there had to be a 
reason.  And a good one, at that.  "We can take a break."

"I'd rather not."

"Rather not take a break or rather not tell me about your first kiss?"

She bit her upper lip and watched him.  "Why do you care?"

Now that was something he hadn't expected to hear.  He couldn't very well 
tell her the real resason--that he'd been staring at her for the past 
half-hour, the movements her mouth made when she was thinking, her tongue 
caressing her lips.  He shifted in his chair and exhaled.  "Well," he 
lied, "we know so much about each other, and yet you never told me about 
that."  Not a complete lie, but not the truth either.

"It was on a dance floor."

Now they were getting somewhere.  "How old were you?"

"Look, I have a lot of things to do, Mulder."  With that, she got out of 
her chair and walked to the filing cabinet, her heels clicking in the 
silence.

The psychologist in him told him she was hiding something.  But the same 
psychologist couldn't decide whether to pursue it or not.  He leaned back,
 watching her, and thought about it.  If he asked her to explain, he 
could risk the famous Scully temper; if he left it alone, his curiosity 
could explode and kill him.  Either way, he might sustain injury.  He 
just couldn't decide which was more worthwhile.  Then she licked her lips 
again.  The decision was made.

He asked again, "So, how old were you?"

She sifted through the files, pulling out various papers and envelopes.  
"I told you I'm busy."

Strike one.  "You know, Scully, in the amount of time it took you to say 
you were busy, you could've told me."  He smiled and folded his hands on 
his desk.

She kept looking away from him.  "In that same time, Mulder, you could've 
gotten some work done."

Strike two.  She wasn't budging, but he had to know.  He moved away from 
his desk and leaned sideways against the filing cabinet, a mere foot from 
her.  "You're avoiding my question."

At the sound of his voice she jumped.  "I'm not avoiding anything."

"Yes, you are."

"No, I'm not."

"Then, tell me."

"I don't think this is necessary."

"Why won't you tell me?"

"Twenty-five, okay?"  She turned away from him.

Interesting.  Enigmatic.  Sexy.  And so very Scully.  Mulder grinned and 
set his hand on her shoulder, then leaned in and whispered against her 
ear.  "You know, he was one hell of a lucky guy."

She sighed.  "He certainly was after that night."

Mulder laughed and turned her towards him.  "Do you mind if I find out 
about something else?"

"You can try, but I make no guarantees."

No temper.  Well, not yet anyway.  But who knows what she might do after 
his next move.  He thought he should make it quick.  With his hand still 
on her shoulder, he brought his face close to  hers and kissed her upper 
lip.  He let out a breath.  "I think I found out what I needed to know."  
He walked towards the door, but was stopped by her voice.

"How old were you, Mulder?"

He grasped the doorknob, and replied, "Fourteen."  Then he turned to look 
at her and smiled at the sight of her.  She was looking at her feet, a 
sheen of bright red creeping up her face, and her hand clasped to a 
handle of the filing cabinet as if to hold on for dear life.  

He continued, "But I was 36 when it really counted."

END

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Kelly (xmtu86a@prodigy.com)
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