Keywords: MSR, baby, MSR
Category: SRmildH
Summary: Mulder asks Scully a question.
Spoilers: Fight the Future, small one for Bad Blood
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Rating: PG
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Special Thanks to Barb, Nicole, and CoryG for the beta reads. I've said it before, but here it comes again; you ladies are the best! By the way, congrats to Barb (you know why!), and also to Nic, for her fic (hee, hee). CoryG, I hope you feel better soon! Lastly, to my friend Laura who read this, liked it, then accused me of trying to lead her into the 'shipper camp'. Who, me? ;-)
The file in front of me is quickly losing my interest. Another cow was sucked dry. If Mulder thinks I am going to go chase that bit of evidence after what happened the last time...
"Hey, Scully. Can I ask you a question?"
I look irritably over at Mulder sprawled on my couch.
"You just did." I smirk at him and look back down at the dead cow pictures.
"Ok, then. Another one?" He doesn't ever give anything up. I could point out that he has yet again asked me another question, but that would be pointless. He'd just continue until the question he wanted the answer to came out. I take a deep breath so I'll be ready for this. It'll probably be something like: "Hey, Scully. Can you be ready to hop a plane to *insert Podunk town* by 7 am?"
"Sure, Mulder," I heave a put upon sigh, "ask me the question."
He smiles. I'm in for trouble.
"Scully," he begins, "how do you like to be kissed?"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
For a half a minute I sit and stare at him, dumbfounded. Did he just ask me-? No. I must be hearing things.
"What?" I managed, "What did you ask me?" From the leer on Mulder's face, I must be clear into blushing my third shade of red.
"I asked how you like to be kissed."
Stall for time; stall for time, "Why?"
He grins. "Call it a scientific inquiry."
Oh, bastard. Damn.
"Come on, Scully. Do you like it wet and wild, slow and steady, mindless oblivion, short and sweet, chaste, erotic...so many choices. Which one do you like?"
I stare at him. Why does he do this to me? Does he enjoy seeing me blush?
"Mulder..."
"Scully..." he mimics. "Come on, answer my question."
Has his voice ever sounded this low and sexy before? Bargain, Dana. Bargain, a little voice urges me.
"Ok. If I tell you can we drop this dead cow case?"
"In a heartbeat." He looks hopeful, and damn pleased with himself.
I take a deep breath. "Slow and steady has always won my race, Mulder."
Mulder looks thoughtful for a moment.
Then, with a smile in my direction, he picks up the files, turns and leaves.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
A few days have past since Mulder asked me the kissing question, and things are still normal between us. I'm not sure what I expected, but I expected *something*. He has asked me no more personal questions, and true to his word, the dead cow case has disappeared. I wonder if maybe I should bargain personal secrets off more often, if it means I'll have an occasional bit of peace from his all consuming craziness.
Right now I am apart from Mulder putting the finishing touches on the report from our last case. I am in my own office, the office Mulder has seen the interior of exactly five times since we became partners. He prefers his basement hideaway to my, as he so cleverly put it, 'hole in the wall'. My e-mail chimes and I quickly answer it.
To: Scully, Dana K. ([email protected])
From: Mulder, Fox W. ([email protected])
Subject: No cows
>Hey, Scully. Come over to my place tonight. 7. No dead cows, promise.
I read the message twice. Mulder, the man of few words and much mystery. I nearly snort.
At seven p.m. I am riding the elevator up to Mulder's apartment. Idly, I wonder if the new case will be something worthwhile, or if I'm going to get to autopsy something new. A goat, maybe?
As the doors open, there stands Mulder, in his hallway, in a gray tee-shirt and blue jeans. I feel a small sense of d�j� vu and a large sense of panic. Oh, God...
Some unknown force (must be an X-file) keeps me walking towards him. I am right up next to him now, and I look into his nervous eyes. I realize his intentions, and marvel at how little, and yet how much we've changed in the year since we last stood in his hallway like this.
"Scully," he begins, "you have saved me. You continue to make me whole. And if I'm not mistaken, we haven't been anywhere near a swarm of bees for months."
A chortle of laughter escapes me.
He looks into my eyes, and I wonder what he sees there. I wonder if I mirror his hunger and passion. I decide to make it clear.
"No bees, Mulder."
He leans down and I move up. We kiss and nothing catastrophic happens.
Except that I find heaven.
The kiss is everything I like and everything I imagined it would be. Slow, steady, passionate, and loving. So much love.
Finally we pull back and put our foreheads together. I wait for a dead cow to fall on us, but fate is on our side today. I smile and Mulder smiles back.
"Hey, Scully," he asks in a husky voice, "how do you like to make love?"
end.