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They messed up. Really messed up. They sit on opposite sides of the bed, their backs to each other. A light quilt covers Scully’s nakedness. Mulder tugs on his boxers quickly then shoves his fingers through his hair. Their racing hearts post coitus spiral into a-fib with anxiety and consequences.
It wasn’t supposed to happen this way. Scully wanted to make sure Mulder made it home safely after witnessing for themselves Model was secure in his hospital room. Their fingers remained entwined as they walked to her car, separating only to enter her vehicle on their respective sides.
She was supposed to drive him home. But somehow they ended up parking in front of her apartment building. Their fingers flirted as she ushered him to her front door.
Once there, Scully turned to him and caught the blaze of fire in his eyes. She barely got a sentence out of her mouth when he descended upon her. Her fingers pulled at the hair at the back of his head as his tongue became intimately familiar with the topography of the insides of her mouth.
The door somehow opens. They fall through it and their crescendo into carnality commences.
Now, they sit. Was their coupling amazing? God on high, yes. But were they ready for this? For a relationship? Maybe not just yet.
“I’m sorr—“
“Don’t say it, Mulder.” She turns her head enough so that her soft voice floats over to him. “I was just as much a part of this as you.”
Silence hangs between them for an undetermined amount of time.
“Are…are we okay, Scully?” Because if I ever lost you—“
She reaches around to softly stroke his fingernail-scarred back, “We’re just fine, Mulder. I promise.”
At that, she gets up and heads to her en-suite bathroom to put on the silk robe hanging on the back of the door. When she returns, he’s completely dressed. At her nod, they head out to her front door.
“Do you think…Will there ever be a “we”, Scully?”
She tried to look encouraging but the emotions that were swirling in her head and stomach kept her from keeping eye contact.
He steps into her space.
“I can’t wait for you,” Mulder whispers, reaching out to tip up her chin. “I can’t wait for us. When there is an us.”
A small smile starts to spread across his lips.
Scully reaches up to grab his wrist of the hand that is now cupping her cheek. “I can’t wait for us, either, Mulder. It’s just not our time yet.”
He nods in understanding. “Soon, though. I can feel it.”
Surprisingly, tears start to form in her eyes and she smiles back.
He places a kiss to her forehead and silently slips out of her apartment.
Soon.