From: "Leslie Cummings" Date: Wed, 17 Jul 2002 03:23:27 +0000 Subject: Letting Your Guard Down Source: direct Title: Letting Your Guard Down Author: Barenaked Bostonian Rating: PG Category: MSR, H Feedback: Tell me it sucks, actually, don't... I already know! HA! BNLXPhile12@aol.com Distribution: Whatever. Tell me, so I can brag. Seriously, I brag about that stuff! NO LIE! Please!?!?! Disclaimer: Judging on the absoute suckiness of my writing, I can't be associated with 'The X-Files', because, DUH, 'The X-Files' sin't sucky in any way! (This is what happens from getting NO SLEEP 2 days in a row!) Notes: Um yes, this story was started awhile ago, I found it on a floppy and I decided to submit it, even though it bites. Enjoy the flaming platter of crap. Summary: Mulder and Scully get giddy, the serious, then sappy. All in a night's... work? &*&*&*&*&*&MMMmmm pretzels...&*&*&*&*&*& The drinks had tasted odd, and both of them had realized that. But, to their surprise, as well as of that of the shadowy figure who sat in the back booth, they continued to drink them well into the night and once the bar was ready to close, they were both very woozy from all the alcohol they had consumed. Stumbling off the bar stools, and out into the street, they hailed a taxi and the man to take them to Arlington. There, they proceeeded to stumble into Mulder's elavator and then into his apartment. Both collapsed in a heap on his coach. She began to giggle. He felt the giggles pulsate through him and looked up to see her face. He smiled when he saw the beautiful expression she wore. "What?" He asked. "Nothing, this is just a little bit funny. I mean, I'm laying on top of you, on your couch, an we are both so intoxicated that we can hardly walk." "Ah, right, but you can still string a sentence together so we're or you're, whatever, not toally drunk, right?" "Right, I guess. "Scully...?" "Wha?" "Why did you agree to have drinks with me tonight?" Mulder asked, pushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear as she thought for a moment. "Well, the truth is... it was a good excuse to be close to you." Both of their voices had fallen to the tone of that that people spoke in after a night of lovemaking. "So you agreed, just so that you could be with me?" "Yeah, I did Mulder. I figured you're worth it." She smiled at him a dragged a hand through his hair. She realized just how soft it was, so she did it again. "Scully?" "Yeah, Mulder?" "Have you realized that alcohol is one of the best social and vocal lubricants know to man?" He asked, raising an eyebrow at her. "Well, take example A, us." He continued. "You haven't pushed me off of you yet, and I mean, I am on top of you-" She cut him off. "And you are just umn... nice." She giggled again. Actually giggled He had heard her giggle only a few times before and now, well now she was doing it without inhibition. "Nice?" He asked, laughing as well. "Yeah nice. You feel good." He quirked an eyebrow at this. He continued to smile however, at the feeling of a warm and pliant Scully sprawled underneath him. "Am I crushing you?" He asked, moving to get off of her, but she pulled him back down. "No, it feels nice." "You said nice about three times." "I know. For lack of a better word you see. Yeah so as you can see, I can't string an intelligent sentence together. I can string *a* sentence together." "Yeah, I can see that." "Yeah well, what do you want from me?" "A kiss?" "A kiss. You want a kiss, from me?" Though drunk, she was stunned. "Why not?" "Why not? WHY NOT?" She raised her voice to emphasize her point. "Yeah why not?" "Can you please stop saying *yeah* Mulder?" "Yeah, I mean yes. Now what was I saying, oh yes, why won't you kiss me?" She was quiet for a moment. She knew what she wanted to say, but she didn't want to say it to his face. She knew it would change everything. "Because I want to." She said even quieter. "You want to kiss me?" He brought his face down closer to hers. His breath was emitted in hot puffs on her face. "Yes. I have, for such a long time." "Oh you have?" He asked, a smart smirk crossing his face. "Yes." She stated simply. "Well then, since you confessed something to me, I'll confess something to you." He was whispering now and stroking her face with gentle caresses. "And what is that?" She asked, her smile softening. "I'm in love with you." He whispered it in her ear. Her heartbeat sped up, which was almost impossible since he was lying on top of her. "Mulder, don't you dare say that." She said, the smile disappearing from her face. "What? Why?" His voice raised on this, he was afraid that she was rejecting him. "Don't say that if you don't mean it." She paused. "Because you don't know what that means to me." There was a long silence, and he was still on top of her. "Scully, have I ever lied to you?" He stroked her cheek again. She was quiet when she said this, "No, of course not." "Then trust me on this one, I do." He smiled gently at her. "Jeez, we're acting like a bunch of teenagers, why can't we just act like ourselves?" She smiled and pushed some of the hair out of his eyes. "Maaaaaaybe," he started, "Because it would make it too real for you? You've never had someone be this close, this intimate with you, have you? What are you afraid of?" She rolled out from under him and lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling. He did as well. Her hands were placed on his stomach and she was lazily stroking it. She thought for a moment, being sure all of her thoughts were collected. "I..." She trailed off and started over again. "I've never been in love before." He stared at her in astonishment. "But..." Mulder began. "All of those... but your such a... a... beautiful and, and talented, and... ashtonishing woman. You're so... God." "All of those men, Jack, Ethan... I loved them, but I wasn't in love with them. You know?" She looked at him then. a questioning look on her face. "Never?" He asked increduously. "I don't think so." He wanted to get up the nerve to ask her, but he just couldn't. "Are you... I mean... are you..." "I am, and I am scared." She looked over at him and stared him in the eye. He stared back, his gaze softening. "You don't have to be. " He whispered as he stroked her hair. "But... Mulder, I've lost myself in you before and I don't think I can do it again. If I do..." She paused again and stared at the ceiling. "I'm afraid I won't get myself back." They layed there for a while, both being hit with the complete weight of her words. "Well I've gotten lost in you, hell I still am, but I'm okay with it. That's my place to be, in you." He rolled on top of her and pinned her to the couch. "I love you Scully. You don't have to love me back, but I love you." He kissed her on her forehead and moved to get up, but she grabbed him and pulled his full weight on top of him. "Love you." She whispered before she kissed him on the mouth. He took a moment to respond and when he did, he kissed her with intent. His motive to love her with his mouth, if he could not wi th his body. To love her with his mind like he always had and always would. "Love you." She said again when they seperated. He kissed her on the forehead. "Goodnight." He said and spooned in behind her. They slept a dreamless sleep. *?*?*?*Who is the mysterious man who spiked the drinks? Does anyone care? I guess not, but if you do, like SERIOUSLY do, email me and I'll tell ya!*?*?*?* BNLXPhile12@aol.com ~END WARNING WARNING! SUCKY ENDING! Sorry, had to end it somewhere!