From: "Cheryl Massie" Date: Sat, 27 Oct 2001 19:27:56 +0100 Subject: NEW: Meeting by Chance (1/2) Source: xff X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X TITLE: Meeting by Chance (1/2) AUTHOR: CM EMAIL: nuttier_tart@hotmail.com FEEDBACK: Have I told you that I love you lately? No? Well, I do. But I'll love you even more if you write me. ARCHIVE: Ephemeral/Gossamer: Yes. Anywhere else: Yeah, but let me know. KEYWORDS: MSR RATING: PG-13 SPOILERS: None SUMMARY: Scully aint a happy chappy when her sister-in-law sets her up on a blind date. Mulder's talked into going on a date with a hot secretary. But who's going home with whom? DISCLAIMER: Mulder and Scully are mine. Yep, they belong to me. Yeah, right. Like you'd believe me anyway. Okay, so they really belong to CC, Fox, and 1013 productions. Happy now? AUTHOR'S NOTES : Um, enjoy! Send feedback! That's 'bout it! :-) X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X One toe emerged from the safe haven of the bed covers. It retreated back under in an instant. The numb body, and, the raw lungs, was a sure sign that winter had planted its feet. That morning, it took everything she had just to get out of bed. The drive to work was, how shall we put it, an experience? Let's just say her so-called-life flashed before her very eyes more times than she'd care to think about. She stepped out the car, over-conscious of her footing. Gazing downwards, she was overwhelmed by the beauty of the perilious ice crystals that formed a layer over the earth, causing it to shimmer like glitter. Winter did have its high points. It was beautiful. On entering the office, the two layers of gloves were peeled from her hands. Next, she pulled off the scarf. Finally, and relunctantly, the coat was removed. Coffee. She needed coffee, like she needed the air she breathed. Even as the thick liquid flowed into the mug, she wrapped her hands around the vessel, stealing its heat. Today, the crappy coffee tasted like heaven, and every sip cherished. An appreciative moan escaped her lips as the heat made its journey from the back of her throat, down her chest, settling in her stomach. Walking back to the office, and falling down in her chair, she craddled the mug to her body. The vacant seat, facing, eyed her suspiciously. Why wasn't Mulder in yet? It was so unlike him to be late. A sudden singe of fear fluttered against her ribcage. Even when driving conditions were good, Mulder was a dangerous driver. Oh God. If anything had happened to... "Morning!" She bolted upright, clutching the mug tightly. "Jesus, Mulder! I've told you about sneaking up on me like that." He chuckled. "Scully, I did *not* sneak up on you. It's not my fault if you sometimes get lost in your own little world, now, is it?" He wondered off, returning with his own mug. He sat down without removing any of his outer layers. The tip of his nose, and, his cheeks, glowed a rosy-pink. "You're late," she said, finishing off her coffee. His arm flung into the air, exposing his watch. "So I am," he observed with a lopsided smile. "It's cold. My bed was warm. I couldn't get out." "A little tip, Mulder. On mornings like this, always jump right out of bed the second the alarm sounds. If you don't, you may never get out." "A little tip, Scully. If you ever get chewing gum on your clothes, don't try to get it out right away. Freeze it first." She stared at him, shaking her head. "Oh, come on, Scully. Like you didn't lay snuggled up for a while before you got out." "I did not. Well, maybe for a few minutes." Scully sighed. All she wanted to do was get through the day, go home and put the fire on, and snuggle up in her favorite PJ's. No such luck, thanks to her lovely sister-and-law. Tonight, Scully had a blind date. And there was no getting out of it. "Everything okay, Scully?" "Huh? Oh, yes. Everything's fine, thank you." "If you say so," he said, slowly starting to peel the leather gloves from his hands. Okay, so she had to tell. Why couldn't she ever keep anything from him? "It's nothing really, Mulder. It's just that my sister-in-law has gone and arranged a blind date for me." He stopped dead, staring at her. "A--a blind date?" He placed the gloves on the table, resting his hands there. "And, what Scully, you--you don't like blind dates?" "No, Mulder, I don't like blind dates. You know what I dislike even more than blind dates? Dates arranged by my family. I mean, I don't know this guy. He could be a raving lunatic." "What, your sister-in-law doesn't know this fella?" "Well, yeah actually, she does." "Then I'm pretty sure she wouldn't send you on a date with a raving lunatic. Unless-- you haven't done anything to piss her off lately, have you Scully?" "I guess you're right, Mulder." "Look." He placed his hand on top of hers. "If you don't want to go; don't. It's your choice, at the end of the day. It's your life, Scully. Nobody else's." "My life," she repeated, releasing an ironic laugh. "That's just it, Mulder. My family are forever going on about how it's time I starting living my life." Mulder swallowed hard, and slowly, leaned back in his chair. "Um, well, maybe they're right. It's been seven years. This--This is my quest, Scully. Not yours. There's no reason..." "Your quest? It might have been your quest at the beginning, but it's ours now. I want to be here, Mulder. I want to fight this battle with you. If it means making a few sacrificies along the way, then..." "A few?" He laughed. "A few sacrificies, Scully? I think you've made more than a few." He looked down at the desk, his eyes slowly becoming wet. "You still blame yourself, don't you?" He looked up at her. "Yes. Yes, I do." "Why?" "Because it *is* my fault, Scully." His voice was loud now. "It's my fault that you were abducted, it's my fault that you got cancer, it's my fault that you can never be a mother--It's all my fault." "No." She stood up, leaning over him. "I do *not* blame you for any of this. I don't want you blaming yourself. I'm here because I want to be here. If I wanted to walk, I would. Mulder, I know you'd do anything to try and protect me." He simply nodded, too close to tears to respond in any other way. The words he longed to speak, tangled up deep inside him. He knew she didn't blame him. But it didn't make it better. It didn't make the pain go away. And it certainly didn't stop him hating himself for what he'd put her through. = = = = = = = = = The steaming bath tub was gloriously over-flowing with silky-soft, lavender-scented bubbles. Sinking into them felt so good, she swore she almost had an orgasm, simply by doing so. Several candles, placed around the tub, flickered earnestly, permitting the room a warm, cosy glow. The sweet, red wine tantalized her senses. She wished she could stay there all night. Suddenly, her thoughts were filled with Mulder. Her mind falling back to the fairly intimate conversations they'd shared that day. It was not often they spoke of such things. //"Scully, just try to relax tonight. Have a nice time. Hey, even if you don't like the guy, at least you get the chance to dress up, and a free meal."// //"Free? Who said he's paying?"// //"What? Of course he's paying, Scully. If the guy's half-decent, he'd at least offer.// //"Do you always offer to pay when you're on a date, Mulder?"// //"Um, hold on. Let me see if my memory can recall that far back. Ah, yes. Yes, I'd always offer. But if the girl insisted on paying half or something, then I'd respect that."// //"Do you think I should offer to pay half?"// //"Honestly? No. No, I don't. You deserve to be spoilt. Besides, once the guy gets a look at you, he's gonna feel like the luckiest man in the world. Paying for dinner is the least he can do."// That made her blush. Mulder had never really referred to her in that way before. //"Once he gets a look at you...he's gonna feel like the luckiest man in the world."// Was that Mulder's way of saying she was beautiful? Or was he just trying to cheer her up, because he knew she didn't want to go on this date? That man. Why was he always so complicated? Not that it mattered. Especially not now. She sank deeper into the water. The nagging sensation of regret kept rearing its ugly head. Again, her mind drifted back. //"Mulder, I know it's not really your kinda thing, but why, just for one night, don't you ask someone out?" You know, go for a meal, have a conversation. Tomorrow, you can go right back to not living your life."// //"You think I should, Scully?"// //"I think it might do you good."// //"Well, there is that secretary that's been bugging me to ask her out for a while now."// //"What secretary?"// //"Um, I don't know if you're familiar with her. Her name's Carla. Carla Simmon's."// //"Uh, yeah. I know. Quite tall, slim, long brown hair, brown eyes, pretty..."// //"Yeah. That's her."// //"Um, well, yeah, you should, maybe, if you want to, ask her out then."// //"Uh, yeah. Okay. Maybe I will."// Oh God. Why, oh why, did she have to open her big mouth? I mean, what the hell possessed her to even suggest it? Why? What was she thinking? Carla Simmon's. Pretty, ha. Pretty was not even the word. Scully hated the way Carla looked at Mulder. It was like she was undressing him with her eyes. She probably was. And now tonight, thanks to herself, she might get the chance to do just that for real. The thing was though, Mulder never responded to Carla's endless innuendo's. Scully always wondered why. The bath water had turned luke-warm. This was a sign that it was time to get out. What time was it anyway? He, or Steve, was supposed to be picking her up at eight. Why they couldn't just meet at the restaurant, she did not know. He insisted on picking her up. They had spoken, briefly, over the phone. Really, it was simply to sort out the arrangements. His voice was pretty friendly, but she didn't find it sexy. She preffered men to have deeper voices. Especially, a deep voice that would break every so often, when upset, or angry. That didn't sound like anyone she knew, now, did it? She crawled out of the bath, and dried herself off. She smoothed some cool, lemon-scented lotion all over her body. After grabbing her white, fluffy bathrobe, she wrapped it around herself, and headed for the bedroom. Staring at the contents of her wardrobe made her feel even more depressed than she already was. And that's saying something! What was she supposed to wear in this weather? She'd be all too happy to just stick on a warm sweater and a pair of black trousers. However, this probably wouldn't be appropriate dress wear for the restaurant they were going to. //"Oh, you're gonna love this place, Dana. The best Italian restaurant in the city."// Damn! It would have to be a dress. From her wardrobe, she plucked the few dresses that she owned. Most of them hadn't seen the light of day for...you know...whenever. The black silk one caught her eye. It was stunning, to say the least. She loved this dress. So, in that case, did she really want to wear it tonight? Fuck it, she thought. If she didn't wear it tonight, she may never get the chance to wear it at all. God, how sad does that sound? She dug out a gold, shimmery cardigan, and matching gold shoes. Then, she headed to the kitchen, pulling out a bottle of wine from the fridge. She didn't bother getting a glass. Sat on the bed, wine bottle in hand, she began getting ready for the date she didn't even want to go on in the first place. = = = = = = = = = CONTINUED IN PART 2 (The best is yet to come ;) = = = = = = = = = X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X TITLE: Meeting by Chance (2/2) AUTHOR: CM EMAIL: nuttier_tart@hotmail.com FEEDBACK: Have I told you that I love you lately? No? Well, I do. But I'll love you even more if you write me. ARCHIVE: Ephemeral/Gossamer: Yes. Anywhere else: Sure, but let me know. KEYWORDS: MSR. RATING: PG-13, maybe R SPOILERS: None SUMMARY: Scully isn't a happy chappy when her sister-in-law sets her up on a blind date. Mulder's talked into going on a date with a hot secretary. But who's going home with whom? AUTHOR'S NOTES: You should really read Part 1 before you read this. See Part 1 for the disclaimer. X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X //"Sat on the bed, wine bottle in hand, she began getting ready for the date she didn't even want to go on in the first place."// = = = = = = = = = She almost didn't recognise herself. A gush of pride fluttered in her heart. She felt guilty for letting it do so. The dress looked breathtaking. It fitted so perfectly; it was as if it were made for her. It clung to her body in all the right places, showing just the right amount of cleavage. The length fell just below her knees, showing off her calfs, and ankles. The chosen shade of lipstick was a deep, sultry red. Her hair was up in a gold bangle, which allowed several curls to fall down over her face. If only Mulder could see her like this! Shit! She had to stop thinking like this. Frowning at the empty wine bottle, she slummped onto her bed. The glowing numbers of the clock read 7:41 PM. What was Mulder doing now? Was he walking to HER door? If Scully thought she looked good, standing next to Carla 'Miss Fucking Perfect' Simmon's, she'd look like shit. Uh, maybe she shouldn't have drank all that wine so quickly. It took a few seconds for the knocking to register. "You're lucky I'm ready," she muttered to herself. Her hands searched for her handbag, then she gave herself a final glance in the mirror. When she reached the front door, she realized that she didn't have a clue what this guy looked like. She had been told he was "pretty cute," but that's about it. She pushed her eye against the peephole. Okay, she could see that he had brown hair. Well, that was a good start at least. Um, what else? He had a goatee. That, she was not so sure about. Um, his eyes were... Shit! She jumped back. He was pounding on the door again. Impatient, she thought, as she slowly slid it open. "Dana? Hi there, I'm Steve." He smiled, widely, and held out his hand. "It's nice to meet you, Steve." "You too. Ready to go?" "Yep, all ready," she said, closing the door behind her. They started to walk down the corridor. "I'm sorry I'm a little early, but I..." "It's okay. It's only twenty minutes. Now, if it was an hour, that would be a different story." "Yeah. I have a cab waiting. I, um, I was going to bring the car, only I wasn't sure how much we'd be drinking so..." "Good call, Steve." Steve, she decided, was fairly good looking. It was more cute, than handsome though. He was pretty short for a guy, probably about 5'7". Although a pretty good dresser, his suit seemed to fall on his thin frame awkwardly. But he had a nice, honest face. That was a start, right? When walking to the cab, her foot slipped on the ice. She almost fell flat on her ass, but with lot's of waving her arms and funny dancing, she managed to catch her balance. Great fucking start to a date, she thought. "Hey, you okay?" He took hold of her arm, helping her into the cab. "Yes. Thank you." She was almost embarrassed, but it didn't last long. Why should she care what he thought? Once the cab was in motion, she leaned back, taking a much needed deep breath. Come to think of it, she was glad she'd drank the entire bottle of wine after all... = = = = = = = = = The restaurant was more than impressive. It was immaculately clean, and spacious. The tables were set with a luxurious red table cloth, and white candles in gold holders. And the food...the food was lavish and delicious. Scully had ordered a chicken and pasta dish, while Steve opted for lasagne. At first, conversation was easy, and to Scully's surprise, she actually found Steve to be a fairly interesting guy. He was a vet, and talked about his love of animals, and how, whenever he had spare time, he would volunteer for a animal rescue shelter. As time went on, Scully didn't bother contributing to the conversation. Steve seemed happy enough to sit there talking about his good deeds, and how many animals he'd rescued. To make things worse, he had no sense of humor. Nothing. Not even a trace. When Scully tried to inject a little humor, he just looked at her like she was stupid. "...poor Ben. Nobody thought he'd ever recover. Of course, I wouldn't give up on him, and he finally got back on the road to good health..." Borrrrrring! What was Mulder doing right now? Maybe she shouldn't be thinking about that. That bitch was so hot for him, they'd probably just got done on their starter when she suggested that they went back to her place for the main course. No, don't even go there. And hold on...when did Carla become a bitch? When she started trying to get into her partner's pants, that's fucking when! = = = = = = = = = Scully was sat in a bar with Mr Boring himself. How on earth did he manage to convince her to go for a drink? Well, that's pretty easy. Let's just say that a place with lot's and lot's of alcohol seemed more than appealing right now. She was drinking cocktails. Just what was this blue liquid she was pouring down her throat anyway? "Steeeeeeeve? Steeeeeeeeve, whas this called again?" "Huh? The drink? Oh, it's, um, a Blue Lagoon." "A Blue Lagoon," she repeated with a smile. "I like." She went to take another sip, but the damned unbrella got in the way. "Who the hell wans an unbrellas in their drinks? Can you drink unbrellas? Noooo." She picked at her new found enemey, and flung it across the table. She looked around the bar and...the glass tumbled to the floor, hitting it with a clunk, leaving behind a pool of blue liquid. "Shit!" she exclaimed. "Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!" "Dana, it's okay. Don't worry about..." "Not THAT, you IDIOT!" "Huh? Well, what then?" "THAT!!" She waggled her finger towards the bar. Steve realized she was pointing at a man and woman. "The couple? What about them?" "THEY ARE NOT A COUPLE!!!" "Okaaay. Dana, are you okay?" "I-I-I...bathroom. I have to go to the bathroom." She ran to the bathroom faster than her short legs should really be carrying her. Pushing past a woman applying lipstick in the mirror, she threw herself into the cubicle, and slammed the door shut. "Um, sorry," she shouted at the poor woman she just nearly killed. Her legs felt like jelly. And where did all the air in her lungs go? She slammed the toilet seat down, and fell onto it. Breathe, Dana, breathe. God, what the hell was happening to her? This was NOT like her. Okay, so she had been a LITTLE jealous before. But she had NEVER acted like this. Must be the alcohol. Yeah, right. Why does everything get blamed on the alcohol? Damn it; she was going to cry. It is...it's the alcohol's fault. It's the alcohol's fault that seeing him laughing with HER, felt like someone had ripped her heart out of her chest, and flung it against a brick wall. Why did it hurt so much? He was her partner. Her best friend. But he was hers. For the past seven years, all they'd had was each other. The fact that she didn't have a life, never seemed as bad knowing that he didn't have one either. They'd been through so much together. No woman can just join the party now. No matter how fucking beautiful she was. No woman can replace what they shared. "Hello? Are you okay in there, honey?" Scully swiped at her eyes. She stared at the door, as though if she stared hard enough, she might be able to see through it. "Yes. Yes, I'm fine. Thank you." Now go away!! "You don't sound fine. I heard you crying as soon as I walked in." Walked in? It wasn't lipstick woman then. "I'm okay. Really. Thanks for your concern." "You know, somtimes it helps to share your problems with complete strangers. I do it all the time. Just walk up to people and start talking..." Scully laughed. "Are you ever gonna leave if I don't let you in?" "Nope. And if you don't tell me what's wrong, I'll just make myself nice and cosy here, coz I've got plenty of stories to tell." "I guess I better let you in then." Scully pulled herself off the seat, and unlocked the door. Bitch face was staring back at her. "Agent Scully??" "Oh my...Carla??" Oh, great. This was just bloody wonderful. Could this night get any better? Feeling the sobs rise again, she shuddered, and fell crying onto the seat. "Hey, hey." Carla pulled Scully into her arms. "Dana, what's wrong? What's happened?" "I..." What was she supposed to say? I'm crying because I'm in love with your date? "I don't know where to start." "Do you want me to go and get Fox?" "What? No! No, please don't do that." "Okay." Carla pulled her red dress over her knees, and sat crossed-legged on the floor. "Then tell me what's wrong." "Carla, the floor it's...it's full of piss." Carla laughed. "So is that you're sitting on." "I'm not actually sitting directly on the piss though." "Well, come on then. The sooner you fess up, the less piss stains I get on my nice, new dress." "Like I said, Carla, I really don't know where to start." "Yeah, that's what your partner said." "What?" "I've already had to console him tonight." Console Mulder? "Why? What's wrong with him?" "I'm not supposed to be telling you this," she whispered. Scully's eyes narrowed. "Carla, if something is wrong with Mulder, I need to know." "Nothing's wrong with him. Well, not exactly." "What are you talking about?" "He was upset because you had a date!" Scully stared at Carla like she had just grown another head. "WHAT?" "We're here only as friends, Dana. All through dinner he was upset, and wanted to go home. I felt sorry for him; he looked so miserable. I managed to convince him to come for a drink with me. He apoligized, but he admitted that he only asked me out to try and get over you." "Get over what?" "He's in love with you Dana. He told me." He's in love with you...He's in love with you...He's in...the words swirled around her mind trying to find a place to settle. "He said you're the only woman he could ever imagine himself being with. But he's afraid. Afraid of things coming between you. He's terrified of losing you Dana." "Nothing could ever come between us." "You should tell him that." "I'm in love with him too." The words escaped with little expression. As though they left her mouth without finding her voice first. Carla smiled. "Well, that's good. I'm sure he would love to hear that." "I can't just walk up to him and blurt it out." Carla pulled Scully to her feet, and guided her out the door. "I never said that, now, did I? Just go and talk to him." Scully nodded. Her heart was pounding. A droplet of sweat trickled down her forehead. Any minute now, she was going to pass out. She felt a strong hand on her shoulder; reasurring her. Then, she remembered something. "Shit! Steve!" "What?" "The guy I came with. He..." "Don't worry. I'll take care of Steve." Scully smiled gratefully. "If he's still here, that is." Scully spotted Mulder as soon as they entered the bar. He was sitting in the corner, staring desolately into his beer bottle. Scully just wanted to wrap her arms around him, and tell him it would be okay. She spotted Steve, who was staring at his watch, and pointed in his direction. Carla nodded, and went to walk over to him. "Oh, Carla?" "Yeah?" "Thank you." Carla smiled. "No problem. Now get over there and put a smile on that guy's handsome face." Scully chuckled softly. Tears were forming in her eyes again. This was all too much. She approached Mulder from behind. Inhaled deeply, she placed a hand on his shoulder. "Wanna buy me a drink?" He literally jumped out of his seat. The beer bottle slid across the table, spilling its contents. "Shit!" He picked up the bottle, and turned to her. "Scully, what, what are you doing here?" "I came here with Steve." "Yeah?" He sounded surprised. "Well, where is he?" "He's with Carla." "Carla??" He stared at her, completely dumbfounded. "Have a seat. I'll explain." Scully took her seat next him. "Carla overheard me crying in the..." "WHAT? You've been crying? Why? Scully, did that bastard..." "No. No, Mulder. It's nothing like that." "Well, why were you crying then?" "Because, well, because of you." "ME?" He said it so loudly, a number of heads turned their way. He leaned closer, quieting his voice a little. "What have I done?" "You haven't done anything. I was upset because I saw you with Carla." "Upset? But, why?" "Seeing you with another woman hurt, Mulder." His mouth opened, but nothing came out. He broke his gaze, looking down at his hands. "She told me." No response. He was still staring at his hands. "Mulder, Carla said that you're in love with me." He didn't move. When the lights shone onto his face, Scully noticed a lone tear begin its journey down his cheek. She felt her own eyes well up again. "Say something, Mulder. Please." Finally, slowly, he looked up; staring right into her eyes. "I am in love with you, Scully. I have been for years." A gentle smile invaded her lips. She wrapped her hand around two of his fingers, stroking them softly. "I've always known that you loved me. Just like you've always known that I love you." He nodded. He did know. "But IN love with me? Mulder, I never..." "No, you wouldn't. I've tried so hard to fight it; to hide it. Scully what we have, it's so...so very special. It's perfect. I didn't want to feel this way, but I can't...I can't help it." She rested her head on his shoulder. He nuzzled into her hair, inhaling deeply. "I can't help it either, Mulder. I'm in love with you too." She looked up at him. "And I don't want to fight it anymore." He smiled. "Scully, I think this is one battle that we're not supposed to win." They sat in silence. Chatter, laughter and music filled the air surrounding them, but it was like they were hearing it from the inside of a bubble. Eventually he sighed, placing a soft kiss on her forehead. "You look really beautiful tonight," he whispered. "Thank you," she blushed. "Steve didn't say so." "He didn't? Well, we have three options. 1) Your beauty simply took his breath away. 2) He's an idiot. Or 3) He's gay." Scully giggled. "I like number one best." "You don't usually laugh at my jokes, Scully." "Oh, that was a joke, Mulder?" "Well, not really, but you know what I mean." "I do laugh." She thought for a moment. "Okay, I may not laugh outwardly ALL the time." "Carla said I was really funny. I told her that you didn't think so." She pulled out of his embrace, looking up at him. "Trust me, Mulder, I think you're funny. You have the most wonderful, smart sense of humor. I love it. I'm sorry if I don't show that sometimes." "That's okay. I guess we're both good at keeping secrets." "Yeah. I guess we are." Now she really got a good look at him. He was wearing a black suit, with a shirt that was of the most incredible blues. No tie, and the first few buttons of his shirt were open. His hair was ruffled slightly, purposely sticking out in all directions. In the lights, his soulful eyes sparkled, changing from shades of green, to hazel, to brown. "God, you're gorgeous." He almost choked on his saliva. "Wh-What did you just say?" She smiled shyly, not quite believing she said it herself. "I said you're gorgeous." A rosy-pink swept over his cheeks. Oh my God. Did she just make Mulder blush? He smiled, a full, wide-toothed grin. That kind of smile was rare. Scully loved it. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly. "Thank you. You know, you're pretty damn gorgeous yourself, Scully." "I am not gorgeous, Mulder." "What? You are so." "Carla Simmon's is gorgeous." "Yes, she is. But in a different way. You're gorgeous in a special way." "I thought Carla would have been exactly your type." "Your right, she would have been, once." he admitted. "But not anymore." "No? What's your type now then?" He smiled, and kissed her cheek. "Scully-type." "Mulder." She spoke his name so softly, it sounded more like a breath than a word. His hand moved to her cheek. He caressed it softly with his thumb. Her skin was silky soft beneath his touch. His eyes stared into hers with a gaze so intense it burned. Soon, it became too much, and she was forced to look away. "Look at me Scully," he whispered in a voice so husky, her groin heard it better than her ears. The tears fell freely down her cheeks, until his thumb caught them, brushing them away. He leaned in, brushing his lips against hers. She nibbled gently on his beautiful bottom lip, and a deep moan settled in the back of his throat. Her body reacted to this sound immediately, as her clit began to throb. His tongue probed her lips, and she opened her mouth, inviting it in, and greeting it with her own. They kissed incessantly, until they had to stop to catch their breath. Mulder pulled away first. His breathing was just as rugged as hers. He smiled, leaning back in his seat, running a hand through his hair. "Woah," he breathed. "Is it just me, or has it suddenly become very hot in here?" She giggled. "Well, I know I'm feeling hot." He put his hand on her back, rubbing it in small circles. Scully had to bite her lip to stifle a laugh, when he looked down at his crotch, frowned, then crossed his legs. "It's not fair," he moaned. "Women don't have to worry about this." "Aw, I know. You poor men. Woman have it so easy. I mean what's having to go through periods every month, and childbirth compared to having to deal with a few hard-on's?" Mulder laughed. "Okay, Scully. I get the picture." "Good." She smiled, and buried her head in his chest. "So, what next?" "Um, I dunno. Wanna get outta here?" "Yeah. That sounds like a good start." They stood, and he removed his jacket, putting it over her shoulders. "It's freezing outside." "I know. I've slipped on the ice three times tonight." "Only three, Scully?" His slid his arm over her shoulder, and she slid hers around his waist. They bumped together as they walked. "Did what's-his-name save you?" "No. I saved myself." "Always the independant woman." "Well, he did pay for dinner. And for the drinks." "Good." "Well, I deserved it. Especially after listening to his endless tales of heroism." "Tales of heroism?" "Don't ask." When they got outside, Mulder whistled, sticking out his arm...and leg... in attempt to hail a cab. Luckily, it stopped. He opened the door, and she jumped inside. He climbed in after her, and shouted Scully's address at the driver. The cab rolled into motion. "Come 'ere," he said, wrapping her up in his arms. They were both smiling like crazy. "Hey, Scully. There's quite a few bars in this area aren't there?" "Um, quite a few, yeah." "So, what were the chances of us meeting up tonight?" "I'd say they were pretty slim, Mulder." "Yet, we still did." She ran her hands over his chest, and pulled him in for another kiss. "Hmm, Scully," he mumbled onto her lips. She pulled away, and he felt empty. "Must be fate, Mulder." God, he loved this woman. He smiled widely, then kissed her hungrily. His hand danced up her naked calf, slipping under the material of her dress, to feel the softness of her thigh. "Yeah, Scully." His hand moved up, playing with edge of her panties. "It must be." X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X=X END Comments/Thoughts/Opinions etc. will be gratefully accepted at: nuttier_tart@hotmail.com Thank you! :-)