| Title: Guilty Indulgence Author: DM E-mail: [email protected] Feedback: Has anyone ever said no?? Really though, it would make my day. Rating: G Category: VR Key words: Mulder/Scully Romance Spoilers: Umm, by now this shouldn't make much difference, but you should know about the pregnancy, etc. Disclaimer: Not mine; they belong to 1013 Productions, FOX, and most importantly, David Duchovny and Gillian Anderson. Summary: Mulder and Scully share a lunch during the busy workweek. Pure fluff. Notes: I realize that there has been some speculation into the nature of Mulder and Scully's relationship between Mulder's return and William's birth. I personally believe that things only remained uncomfortable for a little while and then Mulder became accustomed to the idea of being a daddy and returned back to man we all fell in love with 9 years ago. So, I'm setting this story around the time we saw him take Scully to Lamaze class. He was being cute then, so for the sake of my story, he can be cute now! All of my other stories may be found at my website: http://www.geocities.com/dmldr42 Guilty Indulgence By DM Meeting you this way is a guilty indulgence of mine, Mulder. I don't always tell you how much I enjoy our little 'lunch dates,' but I think you know. The months while you were missing, and then finding you like that. And the funeral, I don't think I knew a moment's peace. Life became a chore. The things that once provided satisfaction and pleasure only brought tears and sad memories of all that was lost. My heart wasn't in the work and the only reason I had the strength to continue was knowing you would have wanted me there, finishing what we had started so many years before. Due to my ever increasing girth and "fragile condition," I've been restricted to desk work. I hate that term. Part of me is aggravated that I can't be out there where I belong, fighting the fight with Agent Doggett. I know AD Skinner's order to keep me out of the field was out of his concern for my well being, but he'd be embarrassed if he had any idea how secretly pleased I am that his assignment has afforded me this extra special and much enjoyed attention from you. Yes, I admit it's selfish and indulgent of me, but I can't think of a single thing he could've done to better help my "well being." Every Tuesday we meet for lunch, in the park, on a blanket and we talk. Sometimes about a case I'm helping John with, but most of the time we spend the hour discussing the things we never had time to share before. Today is no different. You pick me up in the lobby and there's always a twinge of sadness in the pit of my stomach as the reality hits me all over again that you no longer work here. You're no longer my partner. Well, at the FBI. You'll always be my partner, Mulder. There are many different definitions of the word partner. We're still discreet about displaying any signs of our evolving relationship. It's not that we don't know what people suspect, have suspected for years. And since I began to show, the speculation over my "condition" is now running rampant. Funny thing is, it wasn't until just before you were taken that anyone had a reason to suspect anything. We were slow to admit what was so plainly obvious to everyone but us. But we got there, and that's all that matters. Once out of the building and in the car, you lean over to kiss my cheek. I turn my head to capture your mouth with mine and can't help but note the smile that graces your beautiful lips. This pregnancy is making me so sappy that there are times I know you wonder where I've hidden the "real" Dana Scully. Blame it on the wild hormones or whatever, but your closeness melts me. Simple as that. "What was that for?" You wonder, because I've never been bold enough to initiate a kiss in public before. "I missed you," is all I can manage, because the meaning behind the words runs far deeper than I am able to really express at the moment. I could, but we'd spend the hour in a sea of tears and I know that's not what either of us wants. My hand travels to your knee, another new venture of mine and from the look on your face I know you won't complain. I love coming to this park. I especially love watching the fathers as they meet their wives and toddlers during lunch for a few stolen moments together before it's time to return to the office, back to the paper work. Back to whatever they're now investigating in the name of Justice and the United States Government. I can see us in these people, Mulder. It's strange, because somewhere along the way, we 'got out of the car,' and I don't know exactly when it happened. If anything, our lives are even more crazy now than they were in the years before your disappearance. I'm not complaining though. Normal is nice, even if it is our own twisted version of 'normal.' You lay down on the blanket, pulling me beside you. My head rests on your shoulder and thankfully the tree we're under blocks the sunlight from our eyes. "We should keep coming here, Mulder, after the baby's born," I sigh as I relax into you. "Don't you think that's a little too normal for us, Scully?" Can you really read my mind? Sometimes it's just spooky, Mulder. I lift my hand from its constant position just above my navel and relocate it to your chest, right over your heart. "Yeah, but babies need normal." You change the subject, but I don't mind. "Are you excited?" "What, for the baby?" "Yeah." "Yes and no." You weren't expecting that answer and gently prop yourself up with one elbow and hover over me. You look into my eyes with such concern I can feel myself choking back tears, tears that flow far too freely these days. I bring a hand up to your worried brow and smooth it with my touch. Then, with words, attempt to relieve the rest of your anxiety. "I'm excited to be a mother, yes. I'm thrilled in fact. But," I smile, letting him know the 'but' isn't anything other than normal first-time-mom jitters. "But, I'm scared that I won't know all the right answers." I can see the tension leave your body and am touched as you lean down to brush your lips over mine, whispering, "you'll be perfect, Scully. Absolutely perfect." It's not just the words that completely do me in, it's the pure honesty behind them. You actually believe what you're saying and I don't think I've ever felt as loved and cherished as I do this very moment. "Liar." I accuse anyway, trying as best I can to keep the tears from running down my face. Several escape anyway and you tenderly kiss them away. After several moments we're back in the same position we were before you asked your question. Your fingers rub circles over my belly and I'm so relaxed that I wonder if it's humanly possible to get up and go back to the office. As if reading my thoughts, *again*, you nuzzle your nose in my hair behind my ear and whisper, "don't go back, Scully." "I have to," I almost whine, but I don't. Instead I quietly state that, "Skinner needs my report before four." You check your watch and I notice it's quarter to one, almost time to head back. "How much do you have to finish?" "Not much, actually. I just have to check what's there and make a few phone calls." You begin a slow trail of kisses along my ear, spreading your words out evenly between each kiss. "Can. Agent. Doggett. Finish?" "Stop, or I might have to call and ask." It's almost too much for me to bear and he knows it. "Not a chance." Punk. "I mean it, Mulder. We did this last week. I can't do it to him again." "He'll understand." You've moved the trail towards my chin, making tracks along my jaw. Simultaneously you pull your cell from your pocket and dangle it in front of me. "Call." "I can't." "Fine," you sit up. "I will." "Mulder." You ignore me and hit the speed dial. I don't try to stop you, partly because I know it won't do any good, and also because I don't want to go back. But, I have to put up a fight, it's part of the role I play. "Agent Doggett," I hear you say. "Scully's not feeling too well. I told her to go home and rest, but she was worried about the report-" you stop and listen for a moment. "I'll tell her, thanks, John. You too. Buh bye." You end the call with an air of arrogance and I have to hold back a smile. "What did he say, Mulder?" "That it was fine." "He's going to start to suspect-" "Like he doesn't already know," you tease and lie back down, pulling me closer. "C'mere." And who am I to resist? After a moment, I break the silence. "We really should continue to do this after the baby comes." I stare wistfully at the children taking turns sliding down the slide. You nod in agreement and curl your body around mine. Letting your eyes drift shut in contentment. Yes, meeting this way is certainly a guilty indulgence of mine. End. |