***Section 1 by Little Spooky
Author's Website: Little Spooky's Fan Fiction
Scully woke with a start. Although both her hands were under her pillow, she could tell there were definately two arms wrapped around her. She could also tell that she was in a "spoons" position with someone.
Scully carefully turned in the arms of this man to see if she recognised him. The moonlight filtered through a nearby window. As her eyes adjusted to the lighting, Scully saw the face of the man. His eyes were closed, and his nose was slightly large. A familiar smile played across lips Scully saw everyday and dreamed about every night.
Slowly, his eyes opened, and his smile widened.
"Hey," Mulder whispered.
"What is going on?" Scully asked him.
"You started it," Mulder replied.
"I what?"
"Last night," Mulder explained. "Remember? You invited me over to celebrate the anniversary of our starting working together."
"Yeah," Scully replied. "We ate, and I thought you went home."
"I did," Mulder propped himself up with one elbow. "You came with me."
"Oh, God," Scully gathered the covers around her and got out of bed. "Where are my clothes?"
"Can't say I know," Mulder pulled his pants on. "What do you want for breakfast?"
"Breakfast?" She looked at the clock. "It's three in the morning."
"Yeah," Mulder replied. "So?."
"I don't know, Mulder," Scully combed her fingers through her hair. "We're sort of in a strange situation."
"So we'll talk about it over breakfast," Mulder smiled.
"Just find my clothes."
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"This shirt is too big."
"You're just too small."
Mulder and Scully managed to find most of Scully's clothes. Minus her shirt and one sock.
"This is not funny, Mulder," Scully frowned at him. "We work together. We're partners. It's against bureau regulations."
"We're not on an assignment," Mulder replied. "This is my apartment."
"I know that Mulder," Scully sighed. "But,...."
"What?"
"This is dangerous in our line of work," she replied, "for more than one reason."
"I'll find your shirt."
"That's not what I was talking about," she frowned at him again.
"But think of all the things we could say," Mulder put on an evil grin, "and do."
"Oh, yeah, right," Scully said. "Right before we go on an assignment, we could kiss..."
"Oooh, I like it already."
"...and say, 'I love you, and, oh, yeah. Don't get killed by any aliens."
"Touche`," he repled. "But, how in the world did I ever go through life without hearing you giggle before?"
"Giggle?" she almost choked on the orange juice she was drinking.
"Oh, yes. Your giggle is quite sexy."
"Mulder, are you drunk? I don't giggle."
"You drank more than me," he smiled at her, "surprising as it may seem. Maybe you were drunk."
"I had two glasses of wine, Mulder. You had three."
"Alcohol affects women more than it affects men."
"Are you saying you took advantage of me when I was drunk?"
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