I check the sign in front of me: 90 miles 'til D.C. Then I check my watch: 2:20 A.M. Then I frown at Mulder, still sleeping like a baby. I wish it was me sleeping over there, but he needs it more than I do...I guess. We should reach Mulder's at...3:50, and my place at 4:10. A.M.! Maybe I should just go straight to my apartment and leave him to sleep in the car.
This has been one hell of a trip...to put it mildly. First of all, our flight out left at 1:30 A.M. (the wonder of last minute plane tickets!) And, of course we couldn't sleep on the plane. There had to be a terrible storm and turbulence...all the way to Arkansas. So, not only did we not get any sleep, Mulder got a migraine. Let me tell you, he gave me one with all his complaining. When we got to the address we were given by a former abductee, to where he said he kept getting abducted from, it was the address of an Albertson's grocery store! If that wasn't bad enough, Mulder insisted that we should check it out anyway! We were on a stakeout for seven hours in the parking lot before he finally gave up. When we tried to find the abductee, we found out that it was a nine year old, faking his voice for a good time. Needless to say, that boy is in major trouble with the Federal Government, and two agents in particular. When Mulder was finally ready to leave the lovely state of Arkansas, we found our flight out had been canceled due to bad weather. We couldn't just reschedule, for the next available flight, tomorrow afternoon! No, not with the important Knicks game on that same time. And guess who got to drive?
'Scully, I still have a headache. And besides, you slept through most of that stakeout. And I seem to remember you saying that you thought that only having the big bad man driving was chauvinistic. Do it for all the feminists out there.'
'But Mulder!' I whined. 'It was a planetary alignment; I wasn't in my right mind. I'm sure you wouldn't want some things you did thrown in your face, now would you?' He had the grace to blush there. 'Anyway, I would have to drive all through the nightl. Why can't we just stay here and leave tomorrow? And, of course I slept through the stakeout, it was an Albertson's parking lot for God sake!'
Mulder just raised an eyebrow, which I'm sure he knows is one of two gestures of his that I melt at. The other is his puppy dog look.
I should have been angrier with him. I should have persisted. I guess, because I love him, he can get away with sin. As I look over at Mulder again, I catch my expression in the rearview mirror. It's so full of love that if Mulder saw it, I'm sure he would run screaming in the opposite direction. It couldn't be more obvious he doesn't...reciprocate my emotions. And, and...I'm okay with that, fine with it in fact. Liar.
He looks so peaceful in his sleep that I can't be angry with him. All his worry lines are gone, and he looks 10 years younger. So this is what Mulder would look like if Samantha hadn't have been abducted. I reach over to smooth a lock of hair that has fallen onto his forehead. As my hand brushes feather-light over his skin, I hear him whisper something in his sleep. It's too quiet for me to hear, so I lean closer. While still keeping my eyes on the road, I repeat the motion.
"Scully."
Oh my. I have to make sure he didn't really say something else, and I'm hearing what I want to hear him say. I check the road, and then quickly lean over and brush my lips over his forehead.
"Scully...I..." A gentle smile spreads over his face.
Well, that was more definite. Wow. Now I'm curious. I want to wake him and ask, but he's sleeping more peacefully than ever now.
5 minutes later, and I still can't stop wondering what he was going to say that last time. 'Scully I lov...' He couldn't...? Could he...? He said it once, but he was on heavy medication, and never mentioned it again, so he couldn't have meant it.... Could he have? Nah. He probably was going to say 'Scully, get your slimy paws off of me. Pronto!' That's more like it. Yeah.
5 more minutes later and I'm still thinking about it, so much that I haven't checked the speedometer. I check: three miles over the limit. Ooh, Dana's being a bad girl! I drop to the speed limit and set the cruise control.
We usually get pretty shitty cars, but this time it's deluxe! Mulder has a theory: bad car, good case; good car, bad case. That couldn't be truer this time, but truthfully I could give a flying fuck! Cruise control is worth a multitude of sins.
I reach down to the radio's power button.
"What do you think of this new bill they're trying to pass, SR-819?" Been there, done that, have the shirt, and the boss with a pulsing vein problem to prove it. I press search to scan through the channels.
"Born to be wiiild!" Mulder twitches, but I quickly move on. That's his music, not mine. Search.
"Hit me baby one more time," teenagers these days (boy I'm getting old). Um no. Search.
"Here we go." I mutter aloud, as I hear the strains of Strauss' Also sprach Zarathustra. Classical's my cup of tea. "Daaaaa dum dum, DA DUM! Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom!" Mulder should like this, it's from 2001: A Space Odyssey.
I love classical. Mulder hates it. I hold my own during our boogie men debates, but when it comes to car music, I always lose. Mulder says the driver should pick.
I smile wickedly at an unknowing Mulder. "You asked for it!"
I settle more comfortably into my seat, ease my shoes off, and get ready for the end of a long drive.
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I feel much better now that I've finally gotten some shut-eye. I lay with my eyes closed and concentrate on my breathing for a while because Scully's humming along with the radio, and I know she'll stop as soon as she realizes I'm awake. I think it's Zeus, the Carrier of Beer, by Holstein or something like that. It sounds like Star Wars music.
Classical's not my favorite, but I think (despite what she says) that she sounds beautiful when she sings, so I don't mind as much. Maybe I'm biased because I love her, but I think it's just fine. No, better than fine. I think she sings fabulously.
I dream of her a lot. It's either nightmares, or Scully dreams. It's should be obvious which I prefer. I usually have sexual Scully dreams: red hair swirling about me, pulling me closer, entrapping me. Blue eyes luring me into the spider web of her arms. I go all too easily.
But hearing her sing makes me dream of an alternate world. An easier world. With pictures of our white picket fence home: warm dinners, a dog and cat, buddies over for a Superbowl party, PTA, our worst stresses are bills and paying our childrens' way through college, evenings spent with my sweetheart, cozy on a porch swing, at night I hear her singing our imagined future child to sleep, she comes into our bedroom, and then it turns into a sexual Scully dream.
I call this my White Picket Fence Dream. It's a nice dream, but every chance I take to make it come true has been thwarted. Post haste. When I tried to kiss her, she went into anaphylactic shock, or whatever, from a bee sting, and was shipped out to a UFO, literally in the middle of nowhere, in an ice cube. A sign, right?
'Mulder, you're not good enough for her...you don't deserve the happiness you could have with her...you don't deserve the White Picket Fence Dream.'
You better believe I listened up! Seeing Scully in a UFO ready for take off scared me beyond explanation. But evil in the form of a dignified devil with a British accent was my unexpected savior, and he let me save Scully before the UFO could leave, taking my Scully away from me to wherever Samantha is. I'd rather just have her as a friend than not have her at all! So I waited, bided my time.
The second time I reached for the dream was surprisingly soon after. A month later, two at the most. I was doped up, I had just kissed her twin...ah the hell with it, no excuses! I just wanted to tell her, so I did. I didn't plan on doing it that way, but I told her that I love her!
'Oh Brother!' Was not the response I was expecting. Not expecting? That's one hell of an understatement! It threw me for a loop, it shocked, it...hurt...hurt like hell. And the next day when she acted like it hadn't happened, that hurt even worse. So, I decided that was another sign. I was burned, so I decided to stay clear of the fire for a good while. It's been hard. I've wanted to ask everyday.
'Why? Why don't you love me back Scully? How? How could you have not fallen in love with me after six years? Are you that untouchable? Are the guys at the Bureau right when they call you an Ice Princess? Or...is it me? Am I that unloveable? Am I so unattractive to you? Too Spooky for you? Too Mulder? Too many strings?'
I even tried kissing Diana to see if I could be attracted to anyone else again, but I felt like I was kissing a cod fish, chemistry was nil. After the kiss, I decided that since Scully was the only one for me, I would just have to wait longer. Forever if necessary. Waiting is no problem for me. I've waited a lifetime for Samantha, just as long for the Truth. I can wait for Scully. I can.
I wasn't burned beyond repair, though. Time has healed my wounds. It doesn't take me long. I've been burned often enough and hot enough to have built up a thick skin. My White Picket Fence Dream came back, which means I'm healed enough to jump into the fire again. Feet first as always, Mulder style.
I can't help tensing slightly when I hear the next song on the radio. Flight of the Bumblebee! Memories flood back to me. Memories of an almost loss, a panicked half confession of feelings. Most said, the most important part left for a hospital bed after a swim in the Bermuda Triangle. Following her into the hall, so scared, so very scared. A hug...and then...my God! So close! A breath away! So close...and yet, so far.
'Ow!'
'I'm sorry!' Always an apology poised on those now teased lips. But for once it wasn't my fault, at least not directly anyway.
Is it sane to hate an insect so much? Enough to have insecticide on hand 24 hours a day? My psychologist side says, 'of course that's not normal!' My other side counters, 'fuck that, I don't care! Nothing else about me is normal!' DAMN BEE!
Then I hear a verbal echo of my thoughts, and my breath catches.
"DAMN BEE! GODAMN BEE!! FUCKING BEE!!!"
Here I go, grasping for the White Picket Fence Dream again. Feet first as always.
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Flight of the Bumblebee? Oh shit! I see the road go suddenly blurry before my eyes, and glance quickly at Mulder. Still sleeping peacefully.
My mind floods with half memories and half dreams. Six years of them. All six years culminating in one moment in a darkened hallway. One moment between a desperate man and an equally desperate woman, hanging on to the other person for dear life, not letting the other person go, for fear it'll be the last time. The last moment you'll see them. You want to make it memorable. Do everything you've wanted to say and do. Let it all hang out, and let the chips fall where they may, because, let's face it. You don't have to spend 12 hours a day with them in a cramped office out of everyone's way except your own anymore. Solitary confinement with the man of your dreams after that dream has become a reality. Impossible.
Male Musk rats mate for two days straight before dying of exhaustion. We would outdo ‘em. Easily. And then get fired. But still, I would gladly have done it. Risked being caught. Because it was Mulder. The man I've loved without even wanting to, trying to. It's been such a part of me for so long that I couldn't help it. Because it was the right time.
It didn't happen though. Scant inches away from his waiting mouth. No thoughts in my mind, but how right it felt, it was! Pure desire. No second thoughts and none of my regular unconscious weighing of in's and out's. Downfalls noted. A multitude of problems. It was right, but then again, it's been right for years. Scant inches and then....
"DAMN BEE! GODAMN BEE!! FUCKING BEE!!!" It feels good, a weight off my shoulders, to finally let it out, until I feel a movement next to me. Oh Shit! I look over to see his amazed eyes drilling into mine. Trying to see my inner thoughts, my soul.
"What did you say?" A reverent whisper.
Play it cool Dana. "Hmm, oh. What did I say? Um...nothing." Good Dana! Fucking fantastic!
"No, you said 'damn bee.'"
He's not going to let me shove this under the carpet. "Oh yes, that."
"What did you mean by that Scully?" Still a whisper, but more forceful now.
Oh shit! "I um, I had some Bumblebee tuna before we left, and it's done a number on my stomach. The song reminded me of...." I fade away when I feel his hand on my thigh. It's a light touch, and down towards my knee, but his hand is as effective at silencing me, as if he had clasped it over my mouth instead. When he squeezes, my breath comes out in a moan. He gives me a questioning look, but still persists.
"No, I don't believe that. You meant a real bee. A specific bee. Refresh my memory which bee that is."
As he says this, his hand rubs up and down my thigh. Meant to be comforting and reassuring, but all it does is send my brain into a kamikaze tail spin. Spiraling too far and fast for my logical side to catch up, waggle it's finger and say, 'think Dana. Don't just act. Think of the effect of your actions before it's too late.' This is very dangerous. It makes me say things I want to say, but won't, and do things I wouldn't.
"You know what bee Mulder. The bee that stopped us before...." This is meant to be said glib and straightforward, but comes out squeaky and wrong, so I stop.
His hand falters for a second, but then continues. My breath is now coming in short gasps. Wow, it's been a while for me to be responding so much to a measly leg rubbing!
"Ah, that bee." His voice is a rumble. He tries a laugh and fails. At least I'm not the only one affected by this. "I hate that bee too."
My head whips to face him, and then back to the road. "Mulder?"
He looks curious, and more than a little surprised. "Can you seriously not know how much I hate that bee?"
I nod my head, beyond words. His hand has been progressively getting closer to the top of my leg, only to go back down to my knee. If I wasn't driving, and if I didn't feel that his words were incredibly important, I would throw back my head and enjoy the feeling. Too bad I'm wearing pants.
"Let me tell you then." He leans closer and when I feel his quickened breath against my ear, I moan. I can sense rather then see his 'cat ate the canary' grin. "You're really liking this aren't you Scully?"
I nod my head quickly, and then I hear his laughter. I can barely concentrate on the road now.
"Do you want to know the truth?" A hiss in my ear.
"Yes, yes." I think I would answer yes to anything right about now. I can hardly believe this is me, that this is Mulder. This is US! How did this happen? I can't think enough to figure it out.
"I've wanted to kiss you since you first walked into my office."
I gasp, and he continues. "It's true. Every minute after that. Every second. I wanted to kiss you. You had me Scully. You had me the whole time. I just wasn't sure I had you."
"Yes. Yes! YES!" I'm shocked that he didn't know. I want to tell him, reassure him, but this is the most I can manage at the moment. I'm so far gone.
"Yes?" He seems so surprised, almost disbelieving. And something else...happy. I made Mulder happy! Oh God Mulder.
"Oh YES!"
"God Scully! Good God Scully!" He's laughing, happy free laughter like I've never heard. I love it. I want to hear more of it.
"I thought I was going to lose you." He's serious now. "Again. And the fact that it wouldn't be done by Aliens, but by you...." His voice is so bleak, so disillusioned. I have to explain.
I try to talk and am surprised by how well I manage. "Mulder, I wouldn't have just walked off and never seen you again. I couldn't have. And it wasn't permanent...." I trail off as he squeezes my thigh.
"Scully you don't need to explain. I understand. In fact I would understand if you decided to walk away now. I wouldn't like it. It would probably kill me, truthfully. But I would understand."
"Mulder, don't you know that I can't...why I can't? I've wanted to sometimes, but I can't."
"Why?" He's prodding me and he knows it. He isn't expecting an answer. He’s expecting me to back off like I have a million times before. But this one is different.
"You. Only you." I surprise both of us by saying this. I don't know who's more surprised though. He gives me an ecstatic grin, and then continues.
"When we hugged, I knew it was the right time. I'd wanted to for so long...so long Scully. And then when I saw in your eyes that you wanted it too, I wasn't going to stop. It was so close, but not close enough. Have you wondered Scully, as I have, while sleeping in hotels with only a flimsy wall separating us, sitting next to me on planes, in cars, when I touch you, brush you accidentally...and on purpose...what it would have been like if there had been no bee? I wouldn't have stopped, would you have stopped me? Pulled away before we could go from the hall into my apartment?"
This is all I need. With a guttural moan, I toss my head back, spraying Mulder's face with my hair. I roll my head back and forth on the headrest with my eyes tightly squeezed shut.
His hand slowly...slowly works it's way up my thigh. Too slowly.
"Please." I manage with a mewl. I still can't believe this is US!
"Please what?" He's teasing. Not nice Mulder! I decide to show him.
I move one hand from the steering wheel, and grab his hand and pull it closer, closer.
With a gasp, he yanks his hand free from mine. I expect to feel it somewhere else, and when, seconds later, I don't, I open my eyes. His hands are on the steering wheel and he's guiding the car onto the shoulder. I pull the car to a stop.
"Driving with your eyes closed, Scully? Not very safe." His grin teases me, and I blush. "Do I make you react that strongly?"
I meet his eyes, and the look we share is electric. "That and more," I say solemnly.
He gives me a soft grin. "Stop the car Scully."
I don't hesitate a moment. When I turn the key, the classical music stops, and the sudden silence surprises me. Thank God Mulder picks up the slack.
He cups my face in his hands, and turns it towards him gently. His eyes are grave. "Scully, are you sure? This isn't going to just be nothing. Just a roll in the hay. This means something to me. Everything. I want to know if it means something to you too. If it's important. It's not too late, it will be soon, but it's not now. We can still stop. This is going to change...everything."
I think for a second. Do I want this? Do I want Mulder and me to be more than just friends? The answer doesn't take long at all: of course! I'm the type of person that if I didn't want this, I wouldn't even have let it get this far. I've wanted this for an obscene length of time. Why would that change now?
"You said this would change everything?"
His eyes look so pained suddenly, as if I've wounded him mortally. His hand drops from my face to his lap.
"Drive on." Barely audible. Such pain.
"Mulder...."
"DRIVE ON!" His roar makes my ears ring, and rattles the doors. I would be scared, and close off, if I didn't know he sometimes hides his pain with anger.
I see I'm not going to get through to him so easily, so I put my hand on his thigh.
He raises his eyes to my face with a hopeful look, but he quickly hides it. "Stop Scully. You don't have to be nice. I'm fine." The words are clipped, and they jab into me like pins and needles.
"Fine? That's my line. Mulder answer me. Will this change everything?"
Mulder sighs deeply, and pinches the bridge of his nose. "Yes, how could it not Scully? I...I.... Well, that's not news. I told you before, and you completely blew me off. I am so dumb! I just do not learn. Well, don't worry. I won't bring it up again."
I pull my hand back. "Mulder. You were on heavy medication, and had been talking in your sleep about kissing some other lady. I was afraid if I said it back to you, later you would say that you hadn't meant it, and I would have been stuck. When you never brought it up again, I figured that I had been right."
"But it was you Scully!"
"Who was me?"
"You were a spy. A good spy. You saved me, and then I kissed you, and then you slapped me, and then you saved the world."
Oh brother. I say this as gently as possible. "Mulder, it wasn't me."
He looks annoyed. "I know that!"
"Fine, fine." I pause, and let the silence grow between us. I feel like our chance is lost already, but I force myself to keep on, "you said this would change everything?"
"Right." His voice is tense.
"Promise?" I can hardly get this out, I'm so nervous. My eyes drop to watch my hands fiddle in my lap.
He doesn't say anything for so long that I almost pee my pants. "Mulder, my false bravado is fading fast. Say something, anything...please?" More silence. I sigh as tears flood my eyes. "Okay. I understand."
I reach up to turn the key, but out of the corner of my eye I see Mulder looking at me. I risk a glance. I'll never forget the sight that is in front of me. A smile so wide and heartbreakingly beautiful, with tears streaming down his face.
"Promise." He whispers, brokenly.
I wipe away his tears as we sit for a quiet moment. When he's done, we grin at each other. Happy and nervous and enjoying the momentous occasion.
"Now why am I over here, and you're over there?" Mulder jokes.
"Good question," I joke back.
Mulder slowly reaches up and rubs his thumb over my lower lip. I gently bite his thumb. And then we're both leaning together. Slowly, slowly. Then finally, my GOD a kiss! It's a brother-sister kiss. Nothing amorous about it at all, but it happened, and no one can take that away. Then there's another one, and another.
This is frustrating me. I feel like grinding my mouth against his, so I deepen the kiss. He quickly takes control, and rubs his tongue against my lips. I eagerly grant him entry and both of us moan at the new experience. His tongue darts into my mouth, and when it retreats, I follow it with mine. We play this game of chase for a while. He eventually breaks away, and we take quick gasping breaths with our foreheads pressed together.
"Bzzz," Mulder whispers.
I jump. "God Mulder, that's not even funny!"
"I thought it was."
He begins stringing kisses over my face: my eyelids, the end of my nose, tracing the curves of my ear with his tongue. When he reaches my mouth, he strings a line of tiny kisses across my lips before I claim his mouth with mine. This kiss is on fire immediately. As we ravish each other’s mouths, our hands are busy. My hands rub all over Mulder's back, beneath his jacket. I savor in finally being able to touch him as I've always wanted to. Mulder is busy unbuckling my seat belt. He fumbles with the clasp for a second, and then unlatches it. I regretfully untangle my hands from under his coat as he threads the belt from around me. As soon as I'm loose, he lifts me up and deposits me ontop him. I'm sprawled over him, straddling his lap. I gasp as I feel his hardness press against me.
My hands return to his back. I free his shirt from the waistband of his pants, and run my hands over his bare skin. His mouth breaks from mine to trail a string of kisses down my chin, to my neck. When he reaches my neck, I toss my head back to give him better access. When his lips reach the collar of my shirt, he undoes it, a button at a time. His lips continue down to lavish each bit of skin he's revealed. When the shirt is unbuttoned to below my breasts, he pulls my jacket and blouse off my shoulders revealing my red lacy bra I got from Frederick's of Hollywood. This surprises him, and his head jerks up so he can search my eyes.
"You...you wear that? Under those fancy suits?"
I nod my head. Pleased as punch he's finally found out.
"Why?"
"I never knew when I was going to have my lower back inspected in the middle of the night for bug bites. A girl has to come prepared."
His mouth widens into a seductive grin.
Mulder, you're a pervert...but, I think I'll keep you around anyway. Come, Mulder. C-O-M-E. It happens to be Girl Scout rule number one. Come prepared...well, be prepared."
His grin widens even further.
"Scully...Girl Scout's certainly don't wear anything like that."
"Well, this Girl Scout does."
"I always wondered what you wore under those suits. Wow."
I feel him get even harder beneath me, and I gently rub against him. He closes his eyes with a gasp and his hands begin to shake slightly.
"Please."
"Please what?" I remember him teasing me when I wanted him earlier, and tease him back.
He also decides demonstration is the best route, and grinds my hips against him.
"Ahh, that."
As I grind against him, his head dips down to lave one nipple through the lace of my bra with his tongue.
I gasp. When he gently bites down on it, I shriek quietly and toss my head back, unconsciously thrusting out my chest, while grinding my pelvis against his erection the entire time.
He then turns his attention to my other breast. He sucks on the nipple sharply, and then blows. When he rubs his tongue over my now sensitive nipple, I moan his name.
"Mulder, oh Mulder!" I rip my long stilled hands from under his shirt, and cradle his head in my hands, while running my fingers through his hair. Then I put my hands on the seat behind us. I grind myself against his erection again and again.
He gasps my name. "Scully. Scully!"
I'm so close! I realize we could come just like this. I don't care, though. I'm way too far gone.
The only sounds in the car are our gasping breaths, the sound of Mulder sucking, a moan or sigh once in a while, and the sound of cloth against cloth where I'm rubbing against him.
Suddenly, the erotic soundtrack are interrupted by the lone blast of a car horn, as the car drives by. The road has been deserted before that car, and it's nighttime, so hopefully no one could see us, but it worries me, suddenly, just the same.
I reach down and try to lift his head from my breasts as I stop my gyrations. "No Mulder, not like this. Not our first time."
His head jerks up. "God, you're right Scully. I'm sorry. I just...." He runs a shaking hand through his hair.
I want to scream in frustration. He wasn't supposed to agree! He was supposed to do that amazing thing with his mouth again, and make the rest of the world fade away!
"Don't be sorry Mulder." I lean my forehead against his as I whisper, "you make me forget where I am." I try to kiss him again, but he stops me before I can.
"No Scully. I don't trust myself right now. It was supposed to just be a kiss before, and look where we ended up."
"But...I don't mind. Really." I realize I'm pouting and whining, and usually that combination would be making me ill, but I'm beyond caring right now. I would use any means possible to have him inside me here and now. I don't want to wait.
"How you tempt a guy." He laughs softly as he strokes my hair down into some semblance of order.
"Obviously not enough. Come on!" I rub myself against him seductively.
He gasps, but quickly deposits me back onto my side of the car, and even buckles me in. "Very persuasive reasoning, but...no. You can wait can't you?" He's cajoling me now! I must seem pretty desperate for Mulder to be cajoling me like I was a child! I could just see him, 'Take the lollipop Scully. We're in a car. I'm not going to have sex with you right now, but take the lollipop. It'll tide you over, won't it? It's strawberry flavored. You like that don't you...that's a good Scully. Yummy yummy!'
I sigh and relent, and as I turn the key, I see him wince as he painfully changes positions in his seat. I glance down, and my eyes widen.
"That looks like it hurts." My hand reaches over, but he grabs my wrist before I can make it.
"I'll be okay," he grinds out, "I think I remember there's a motel at the next exit."
"But we're about 15 minutes from your apartment."
He raises an eyebrow at me. "15 minutes Scully?"
"Ah, I see your point." I start the car with a grin of anticipation.
The car breaks every speed limit in the 5 minutes between us and our goal. Who could possibly blame us though? Halfway there, I try to pull over again. "Mulder, it's too far," I whine.
"Keep driving Woman." He says jokingly, but also insistently.
I stick my tongue out at him, and keep going.
It's silently agreed upon that I'll go into the office myself. Words aren't needed for that kind of obviousness.
I'm so used to getting two hotel rooms that I automatically say that, and then have to change it. I grin stupidly the entire time the desk clerk grabs our key. Our key. Wow. I snap out of it when he returns, and fairly run out to the car.
A quick kiss that turns into more leaves us panting for breath as I drive off--Mulder and I are known for planning ahead, I left the car running. We head for our room. Wow. Our room.