From: ephemeral@ephemeralfic.org 
Date: 30 Sept 2008 
Subject: First Kiss Challenge 
Reply To: lolabeegood@gmail.com 
Title: A Conversation  1/2 
Author: Lola 
Date: 30 Sept 2008 
Rating: PG 
Category: MSR 
Spoilers: everything up to and including 
Millennium 
Archive: Anywhere 
Disclaimer: They belong to Fox 

Summary: An uncomfortable conversation 
after a very chaste 
 hospital kiss at the dawn of the new 
Millennium. 





"Mulder?" 


"Huh, Scully?" he seemed to snap out of his
reverie 


She looked across at her partner sitting 
in the passenger 
 seat of the car.  It was dark and just 
after the new 
 Millennium.  She could only catch 
glimpses of his face as 
 they passed under street lamps.  He 
appeared to be deep in 
 thought.  If she was going to have this 
conversation she 
 wanted it to be in the car where shadows 
covered faces, 
 eyes were not met, and she could be 
distracted by driving 
 if she needed a break from the 
conversation. She looked at 
 him with raised eyebrows 


"Are we going to talk about what
happened at the hospital?"

"WhaT happened at the hospital?"
he countered with a smirk 
on his face 


"Mulder" she sighed.  He knew exactly
what she was talking about. 
"The kiss?"


"It's New Years Scully. If I can't
at least get a kiss on 
New Years then my life is more pathetic 
than I had previously thought" 
he grimaced shifting uncomfortably in 
his seat 


"Why now Mulder?" she ventured to
ask knowing full well 
 the answer.  She had known for quite some 
time that there 
 was an attraction between them.  It was 
recently however, 
 that she had felt heat coming off him 
every time they were 
 near.  He touched her more, stood ever 
more closely, and 
 breathed her in whenever he was near.  It 
was almost as if 
 he knew the heat was there too and he was 
intoxicated by 
 it, like she was. For she never felt the 
urge to back 
 away. 


"Do you really want to get into
this Scully?  Because I welcome
this conversation but..." he
paused to look out the window,
unable to face her "I'm not
sure you do"  


There was a sadness in his words and that 
was not lost on  
her.

"It was just a little unexpected"
she countered.  Knowing  
she was wading into uncomfortable 
territory. 


"So, you are telling me that you
never expected to kiss me,  
ever?  That on some unconscious level you 
had not thought of the possibility?"
He was looking at her now.  His face  
tangled with  anger.

"Stop psychoanalyzing me Mulder. 
This is not the way I  
wanted this conversation
to go"


Her words were biting.  More biting than 
intended. 


"Oh, I forgot.  That's right, you call
the shots.  Go  
ahead, Scully.  Tell me the direction you 
want this  
conversation to go.  How about we start 
with 'Mulder,   
don't ever do that again'. Or,
'Mulder, we can't have that type of
relationship'. Or, 'Mulder you are
my best friend but...'. How are my
navigational abulities?
Am I now headed in the right
direction?" He turned from her
again suddenly fascinated with 
the drizzle falling 
outside his window as  
he ran a finger along the ledge.   


They were stopped at a red light and she 
looked down at her  
lap twisting her two gloved hands 
together. She was now  
really unhappy with the direction of this 
conversation.  If  she didn't do
or say something drastic all
would be lost  
and possibly worse than it had been 
before. 


"It was so chaste." she started
slowly, still looking down "I
guess I just expected more passion"



Clueing into her words Mulder turned his 
head.  There was a   
look of confusion and surprise on his 
features that Scully  
caught out of the corner of her eye. 


She continued while slowly raising her 
eyes to meet his "Mulder, after all our
years together, everything we've
been though, and knowing how we feel about 
each other, I guess I just thought our
first kiss..." 



A horn blasted from behind them.  
Apparently the light had  
turned green and all the New Years 
revelers did not want to  
be held up in Georgetown.   


Scully immediately jumped and grabbed the 
wheel hitting the  
gas.  The car fishtailed a little on the 
black ice. After  
gaining control she glanced in his 
direction and noticed  
his body had not moved.  He was suspended 
in the middle of  
her last thought, waiting for her to 
continue her sentence.  
Not wanting to move until she did. 


"I'm sorry Mulder.  I guess I just
lost track of the light."


He reached over a put his one good arm on 
the back of her  
seat not saying a word.  She knew he 
expected her to  
continue. 


"So," she shifted uncomfotably in
her seat "as I said, it was very
innocent.  But, we were in a
hospital and on a case..." she didn't
really know where she was now going
with her words.  Everything that came
out of her mouth seemed
wrong so she just stopped talking. 


She pulled up in front of her building and 
shut off the  
engine.  He still had not said anything.  
That stupid horn  
had de-railed her words.  What came out of 
her mouth had  
not really been what she wanted to say but 
now it was done.   
She unbuckled her belt and got out of the 
car.  He followed  
suit.   


"Mulder, I am still not sure you should
be driving with  
that sling on your arm and the meds they 
gave you.  Maybe I should drive you 
home"  she tried to sound very
business-like yet  caring.  She hoped
he didn't hear her heart pounding 
in her chest.   


He still had not said a word and that was 
making her heart  
pound even stronger.  She passed him the 
keys as they  
crossed in front of the car.  Their hands 
briefly touched  
and she dared not look into his eyes. 


She was kicking herself as she walked to 
the sidewalk and he started for the 
driver's door.  She knew again, she 
needed to do or say something or this 
moment would be lost. 


"Mulder," she said, her voice louder
than she had intended.   
Immediately quieting herself, so as not to 
sound too anxious, she continued 
"why don't you come up and have a
drink? Celebrate the new year?"


"Sure, Scully." he replied rather
slowly "that would be nice." His
voice was hesitant, unsure of 
what she wanted from him or them.  
He stood still at the open door 
and she knew he was questioning 
her intent. 


Seize the moment she chided herself. 


With a small almost imperceptible grin on 
her face she added "maybe I'll even make
you breakfast in the morning"
she turned on the last word and walked 
quickly toward her  
building not wanting to feel the pain of 
rejection if he  
turned her down and drove off in the car.  


As she came to her building's front
door she heard the car  
door slam shut but no engine noise.  She 
could not, would  
not, turn around.  Pausing to wait for his 
footsteps she  
opened the door and he held it for her.  
He walked behind  
her down the hall to her apartment.  As 
she unlocked the  
door he came up closely behind her. 


While wrapping his one good hand around to 
the front of her  
waist and pulling her even closer to him 
he leaned down and  
whispered softly in her ear "Scully, are
you sure you want to do this?"


She opened the door with a pop and looking 
down turned to  
face him within his embrace.  Raising her 
head to look into  
his eyes she breathed in the heat coming 
off his body.   


"I know I want you"


He leaned down and kissed her slowly and 
passionately  
pulling her softly into his embrace.  She 
slid her hands  
around  his neck, his hair, his back 
tugging him lower and  
deeper into their kiss.   


The kiss deepened and tongues played with 
each other as  
their hips moved in unison and he danced 
her slowly into  
her apartment. His one good hand was 
securely wrapped  
around the back of her waist and she was 
shedding him of  
his coat. They had still not broken the 
kiss as he hooked  
the door with his foot and clicked it 
shut. 


This was the kiss Scully had been thinking 
about. 






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