Yet another M/S piece. The usual romantic sap that we all enjoy. Yadda, 
yadda, yadda.

Disclaimer: Yeah, yeah. I know. I'm not getting paid to use these 
characters at all. So don't sue me. I have no money. 

Spoilers: Mostly third and forth season

Rating: PG-13 for some swear words

The Kiss by Tamani R. Green

        I sat in my apartment, alone once again. Mulder and I had just come off 
another gruesome case. All I wanted was to be left alone, in purple 
pajamas, eating ice cream, out of the carton, in front of a roaring 
fire. But nothing's ever like you plan it, is it? Of course the doorbell 
rang. Of course it was Mulder. Of course I let him in. Offered him a cup 
of coffee or whatever. It was the "whatever" that did it, I think. We 
sat across from each other talking about this and that. Mostly nothing, 
really.

**********************************************************************
        " So, Scully, how about those Patriots?"
        " How about 'em?"
        " Don't tell me that you don't care."
        " Mulder, I don't have time to care. I'm on this relentless quest for, 
drumroll please, the truth."
        " Are you mocking it?" he asked a little too quietly.
        " Maybe."
        " Don't. It's too serious."
        " Sure, fine, whatever."
        " Don't pull that crap on me."
        " What crap?" I ask innocently.
        " That crap."
        I raised one eyebrow at him. " Speaking of which, we never did 
ascertain what Angela White was doing wiggling on top of you."
        " I think you know exactly what was going on."
        " Well, then, forgive me for interrupting a pleasant interlude."
        " You're forgiven. Speaking of which, what about Eddie Van Blundht."
        " What about him?"
        " You were about to kiss him!"
        " Mulder, we've been over this a thousand times already. I thought he 
was you. He's a fuckin' shape shifter. Besides, he was much nicer to me 
than you ever were."
        " What do you mean by that?"
        " Take it as you will."
        " Fine."
        I get up from my place at the kitchen table and go into the living
room. He follows me. I sit down in front of the fire, feeling the flames 
warm my face. Mulder stands behind me closely. A little too closely. 
Instead of getting up, I turn around where I'm seated and ask him to sit 
on the floor with me. I feel too comfortable to be gracious. Besides, 
he's invaded my private space. I'm still eating the ice cream out of the 
carton and it reminds me of researching cockroaches and Dr. Bambi. 
Bitch. Just the thought of him and his endless stream of girls is enough 
to make my blood boil. I shove the thought aside and turn my attention 
on him.
        " What brings you by?"
        " Nothing much. I was just at home, sittin', thinkin'. Not much of a 
party going on at old number forty-two. So I thought I'd stop by here. I 
don't come around much."
        " I know. I'm at your place more than you are at mine. Do you want some 
coffee or whatever?"
        " Whatever?"
        " Yeah, I'm not too coherent right now."
        " But what about Eddie Van Blundht? And Ed Jerse and Jack Willis and 
Pendrell?" Jeez, is he back to that? I swear, that man has a one-track 
mind.
        " There was nothing going on with me and Pendrell. Jack Willis was a 
big mistake and I don't even want to talk about the fiasco that was 
Edward Jerse."
        " Was it really a fiasco?"
        " You were there, you should know."
        " I was only there for the final act Scully. What happened before 
then?"
        " We talked. That's all."
        " That's all? That didn't look like all from where I was. You got a 
tattoo!"
        " So what? Do you think any less of me because I got one?"
        " No. I just wish I had been the one to talk you into getting it." He 
muttered.
        " You weren't, so get over it."
        " A little touchy are we?"
        " Maybe." I reply tersely.
        " You know, repressed anger is not healthy."
        " Look, you've just come over at the wrong time."
        " Well, when is the right time, missy?"
        " Never."
        " You don't mean that."
        " Yes, I do." And I do, sometimes.
        " I guess I'll have to change your mind." And he did something that I 
did not expect. He kissed me. I couldn't believe it. He tasted like 
mint. My head was a-whirl. I almost forgot to kiss him back - almost. I 
was just getting into it when he pulled back.
        " Well," I said, breaking the silence that descended like a thick fog.
        " Is that all you have to say?"
        " What do you want me to say?"
        " Well, how was it?"
        " Mulder, you want me to rate a kiss?"
        " Yeah." He looked chagrined now.
        I smiled, laughing a little. " It was a good kiss."
        " But I'm no Ed, am ?"
        " No," I said and I really smiled.
        " I see," he said.
        " I don't think you do. I'm glad you are no Ed."
        " Oh." He replied and then he got up and walked to the door.
        " Where are you going?"
        " Home."
        " Home?"
        " I think that's enough for now. We'll continue this when I come over 
tomorrow night."
        " Do you think I'll let you in tomorrow night?" I cocked an eyebrow at 
him, trying to deflate his big head.
        " I know you will." And I know I will, too, because I couldn't keep him 
out if I wanted to.
        " I'll see you then."
        " Count on it." He strode cockily out the door, leaving me to myself. 
And I did something I hadn't done since I was a kid.
        I giggled.

End.
Comments? Flames?
I classify it as sumthin' different for the people.
e-mail: trg@umich.edu or gambit_98@hotmail.com