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It wasn’t supposed to happen. He was still getting over Diana, it wasn’t supposed to be like this. This time it wasn’t going to get messy. She was a spy, sent to make him look like a fool, and when she proved herself to be a loyal partner and not playing the game she was sent to play, that’s all they were supposed to be. Instead, he was sitting across from her, telling her lies because he was afraid of falling in love with her, and about to take a sip of the drink she bought.
The determined look in her eyes was enough to bring him to his knees, but he needed to keep it in. And then “I wouldn’t put myself on the line for anybody but you” god. It almost felt like a plot, to make him fall in love with her so he could lose his effectiveness as an agent. But that didn’t make sense, since they had an uptick in solves since she was assigned to him. If anything she made him better.
God, he needed to back off, or soon he would be falling further than he had ever fallen, faster than he ever had. His feelings for her were dangerous. Maybe he would feel better if he got more sleep, and made more rational decisions.
“If there’s an iced tea in that bag, could be love.” If only it were a jest. He wished he was kidding.
“Must be fate,” and before he could stop himself, his sleep-deprived man-brain made the most important decision of his life. He practically lunged forward, forgetting where he was or why he was even in that car in the first place. He felt ravenous and stupid, he seized the sides of her head in his hands and kissed her firmly. Her nose knocked against his and a quiet gasp escaped her throat.
“Mulder, it’s root beer,” she breathed out, heaving her chest up and down.
“I don’t care,” he replied. It really didn’t matter at that point, but he suddenly felt more awake and rational than he had in the past 24 hours. What was he doing? What if Scully didn’t want this? What if he was ruining the best friendship he ever had, hell the best relationship he’d ever had, just because of one moment?
And then the impossible happened.
Scully threw her arms over his shoulders and tugged him close. “Good,” she whispered.
All of his embarrassment and fear washed away, and suddenly it was just the two of them. Everything else just faded away, Tooms would be there in the morning; Scully was right now. His knees made hard contact with the edge of the seat, practically climbing on top of her. Her lips found his quickly and he reveled in how they felt against him. She was soft and plush, it was so much better than anything he could ever come up with in his head.
She tasted like fruity lip balm, he wasn’t sure of the flavor specifically yet, but he would find out. It felt like a dream, kissing Scully, and better yet she wanted it as well.
For a moment, Scully pulled back from him and looked up through her lashes. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for you to do that.”
“Oh yeah?” He kissed her again, something brief and almost chaste. “How long?”
“Months,” she replied with a dreamy sigh, running her fingers through his hair. “God, even when you try to be off-putting, I can’t help it, it just makes me want you.” She kissed him again and his whole body felt alight with electricity, and it started from her. They completed a circuit, passing energy back and forth every time they connected. Soon enough he would be addicted to the feeling.
His tongue took an exploratory swipe at her lips and she let him in with ease. Cherry, he decided. She tasted like cherry chapstick. Scully let out a quiet little moan, and it sent his blood ablaze.
“Mulder,” she hummed when she got the chance. He wanted to make her do more than hum. He wanted to slip his hand up her shirt or reach in between her legs, but he needed to stop. Scully deserved more than frantic groping in a car. But what if there were no more opportunities, to kiss her, to feel her, to love her?
In case it was the last time he would ever touch her, he resolved to cross as much off his list as he could. “Dana,” he replied reverently. The last time he had used her first name was when she had been abducted, and before that when her father passed away. Mulder wanted to say her first name positively.
He should’ve let her call him Fox, but it was too late. It was already out there. Unless she met his family, or Diana (which was entirely unlikely) he wouldn’t get caught in his lie. Though it wasn’t one entirely, he did prefer Mulder. And he liked being just Mulder with her. No expectations. When he returned to her lips this time Scully took control, and who was he to deny her?
She was a very good kisser.
He had gotten so lost in the expert movements of her tongue that he forgot entirely that they were in a car, and then his head slammed hard against the slightly padded roof.
Mulder groaned in pain and opened his eyes to find Scully staring at him with wide blue eyes.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry Mulder!”
He couldn’t help but laugh and finally slide back into his seat next to her, rubbing the top of his head. “I can’t believe that didn’t happen earlier.”
Suddenly in the pit of his stomach, dread replaced butterflies. The higher ups were looking for any reason to shut the X-Files down and them being together would have certainly been a nail in the coffin. Stopping was the responsible thing to do, nip it in the bud right now.
But Scully wanted him too didn’t she?
He peered over at her, Scully was flushed and met his eyes. Before he could say anything to her, she spoke.
“You need to go home, Mulder, and get some sleep.”
“Scully—”
“No, Mulder you’re tired, you need to sleep. I don’t even know how safe you are to drive.”
“I can drive,” he protested.
Scully swallowed a breath and then she nodded slowly at him. She reached over and kissed him on the cheek, before grabbing the handle of the car door and opening it. “We’ll talk later,” she reassured. Maybe they could figure out a way to make this work, one that didn’t ruin everything he had been working for. Maybe he wouldn’t have to give up the best thing that happened to him in a very long time.