You Kissed Me By TBishop27@aol.com Rated: barely R(Only to keep the little kiddies away) Some of you may consider this PG-13. Read at your own risk, I guess. Category: MSR Summary: Another Millennium Post Ep. Disclaimer: This Mulder and Scully are mine. They have defected from FOX, 1013, and Chris Carter because they were terribly misunderstood, and horny as hell after seven years of UST! Feedback: Love it! As always, flames will be forwarded to that dark part of my writer's imagination that roams the night in search of victims. Author's Note: Thanks to Shoshana, Shell and David for beta. And to Webmistress Grasshopper for keeping up the archive. YOU KISSED ME The pounding on her door was almost panicked by the time she stumbled out of bed and pulled on her robe. "Scully!" She could hear her partner's frantic voice calling her name even from her bedroom. Through her sleepy haze, she noted it was just a little after eight. What could he possibly be doing up so early after last night? The man should be soundly ensconced in Darvocet dreamland. Their last case hadn't been kind to either of them. At some level it bothered her that nearly getting killed by zombies was all in a days work; but that was the price you paid when you were Monster Boy's partner, she supposed. By the time she reached the door, Mulder already had his key in the lock. He looked both relieved and annoyed to see her. "Scully, what took you so long to answer?" "I was sleeping, Mulder." She puzzled a minute as she looked him over. "Where's your sling? You need to rest that arm while the tendons heal." "What?" He laughed, as he brushed past her into the apartment. She couldn't help but notice how shower fresh he smelled, and that he was wearing her favorite cologne today. The man had no right to be so damn bright-eyed, considering they'd spent half the night in the emergency room. She shut the door and followed after him, ready to give him hell for disobeying doctor's orders, again. "Your arm... the doctor gave you strict instructions to rest it all week." "Scully, what doctor? What are you talking about?" Wrinkling her brow at his apparent amnesia, she reached up and touched the back of her hand to his forehead. "You don't have a fever. Maybe you've taken too much of your medication." "I'm not ON any medication. It's your lucidity I'm beginning to question. Why aren't you dressed? We have a meeting in Skinner's office in less than thirty minutes." "Mulder, it's New Year's Day! For Godsake, we worked right through New Year's Eve... nearly getting ourselves killed, need I remind you. How about a day off?" Her partner moved in closer, eyeing her with deep concern. "You're starting to scare me, Scully. Did you fall out of bed and hit your head last night?" He began running his fingers through her scalp, checking for signs of head trauma. "Today isn't January 1st, it's November 29th." As he said it, she happened to glance in the mirror and her hand immediately shot up to her neck. But it couldn't be... the wounds were gone! All of them. As if they'd never existed. Was it possible she'd dreamed the whole thing? That the X-File, the zombies, Frank Black... Frank Black! Oh, God! Maybe she HAD hit her head. She choked back a sudden laugh. Mulder only looked more concerned. He was probably ready to take her to the hospital for a CAT scan, she decided. "It must have been a dream... but, it was so real... I've never experienced a dream that vividly detailed before." Sitting down on the couch, Scully took a moment to come fully awake and get her bearings. Her partner was crouched beside her in an instant, studying her with that worried face she'd seen him make all too often whenever she showed the slightest bit of vulnerability. "Scully, if you're not feeling up to working today..." "No, no, Mulder... I'm fine. Just give me a minute." She touched his arm, assuring herself that indeed it HAD all been a dream. All of it. Even the kiss. Damn. Some things were never meant to be, she supposed. As much as she might wish for it, their partnership wasn't likely to evolve beyond the friendship stage. She'd given Mulder ample opportunity to make a move in the past. He always kept his toes right on the line, but never crossed it. With a sigh, she patted his arm again and started to stand. "I'll go grab a quick shower and get dressed." He stopped her from getting up and slid onto the couch beside her. "Hold on a second. Tell me about your dream. Just in case it's intuitive, I'd like to be prepared." She couldn't tell if he was being serious or just having fun with her, but either way, she WANTED to tell him. It was too disturbing to keep to herself. And so she began to regale him with all the details she could remember. And to his credit, Mulder managed to listen without so much as a word of interruption. "... and then I shot the last zombie in the head and killed it, saving your ass, Mulder, as well as Frank Black's. And he was reunited with his daughter in time to ring in the New Year." He tried to keep a straight face but couldn't hold it and burst out laughing. "I'm sorry, but... Zombies? I'd say Agent Scully watched the Millennium marathon on FX yesterday. Am I right?" She frowned at him. "Not all of it." Okay, so now she would have to put up with his wise cracks for the rest of the day... maybe the rest of the week. How could something so ridiculous have seemed real to her only a few moments ago? "The world didn't end?" His words stunned her for the moment. The exact words he'd spoken in her dream... after he'd kissed her... a detail she'd neglected to tell him. "No, it didn't..." She completed the deja vu for her own sense of symmetry, replying to him as she had in her dream. The moment made her shiver, and her reaction did not go unnoticed by her partner. "Well, at least it had a happy ending," he told her, watching intently. Did it? Somehow the ending had felt sad to her. Wrong. "Scully?" "Hmm?" "Are you sure there's not something else that's troubling you?" She snapped out of her reverie. "No. I'm fine, really." Getting up from the couch, she was halfway across the room before she stopped herself. Considering for a moment, she turned back around to face him. What the hell. "You kissed me." Was Fox Mulder actually blushing? "I kissed you?" "Uh huh, at midnight, right on the lips." Mulder didn't say anything for a long time, probably realigning the tips of his well polished dress shoes with his self-imposed line, Scully decided. She, however, was no longer interested in toeing the mark of propriety. They were two grown adults. They could have this conversation. It was about time one of them got up the courage to confront this thing between them. "I guess I was thinking about more than science fiction last night." He stood up nervously checking his watch. "Ah... Scully... Don't you think you'd better be getting ready for work? Skinner's waiting for us." Not bothering to hide the look of disappointment on her face, Scully nodded and headed back into her bedroom. "Just give me fifteen minutes," she assured him. By the time she was finished readying herself for work, Scully was riddled with guilt over her decision to challenge the status quo of their relationship, even if she had done nothing more than bring up a silly dream. Instead of wishing for more, she should be grateful for the gift of his friendship... a very special friendship that transcended mere physical attraction. Yeah. Right. Well, whatever... Scully put the final touches on her makeup and frowned at herself in the mirror. "Zombies... oh, brother." As she came out of the bathroom, Mulder was waiting in the hallway. She was so distracted by the turmoil of thoughts swirling around in her head that she nearly walked right into him. He was wearing the strangest expression. She couldn't quite read it, and that, in itself, left her unsettled. This was Mulder, for Godsake, she could always tell what he was feeling, and usually what he was thinking... even when to everybody else his face seemed completely expressionless. "The world didn't end?" he asked her again, but this time his voice was low and it sent a chill through her. "No, it didn't." She almost whispered the reply, so affected by his tone and proximity. When Mulder moved to her, she could see the apprehension in his eyes. His hand trembled as it touched her cheek. "Scully... What happened after I kissed you?" "Nothing." God, he was so close she could feel the heat coming off his body. "Nothing?" Mulder moved in even closer. "I drove you home from the hospital. Nothing changed between us." She looked down, suddenly reticent, just as Mulder's confidence appeared to be growing. He put a finger under her chin and drew her face up until their mouths were just inches apart. "What a stupid dream." They both smiled... and then Mulder kissed her. Nothing so virginal and chaste as the kiss in her dream. Although that one was nice, THIS was a real kiss, hot and passionate. The kind of kiss that you felt in all the right places. And Scully actually found herself sinking into his embrace, weakened by her own desire. His tongue seemed determined to do a full exploratory. Scully just closed her eyes and lost herself in the feel of his strong arms wrapped around her, and the taste of his breath as his mouth continued to dominate hers. And when he backed her up against the wall and pressed his body against hers, she couldn't miss the prominence of his arousal rubbing her belly. Thank God for the wall or she might have collapsed. She couldn't remember when the last time was that she'd been kissed liked this... Maybe she'd NEVER been kissed like this. Yes, that had to be it. A single kiss had never affected her in such a way, left her feeling so unstable and impassioned, eager for more. All too soon it was over. Mulder pulled back, searching her face, his eyes darkened with desire. Scully licked her swollen lips, savoring the taste of him that remained there. "Happy New Year, Scully." A dazzling smile lit up her flushed face. "Happy New Year, Mulder." ~END~ Life is too short to drink bad wine.