Title: Happiness
Author:shawntaw
Spoilers: none
Category: MSR-RST (implied)
Rating: R
Summary: A newly discovered happiness for our Agents-in-love 
following a fancy FBI event..
Disclaimer: Not mine. Just borrowing.
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Mulder tried to open the door around Scully as she kissed the breath 
from him, one hand wound around the untied black bowtie around his 
neck.  She tasted of champagne and after-dinner mint.

She stumbled backward in her black high heels as the door opened, 
almost tumbling the two of them onto Scully's floor.

Her lips released his in surprise as they wobbled and caught 
themselves.

"Aren't you scared that someone will see us?" He asked softly, his 
voice rough.

Her eyes lit mischeviously. *So this is Scully tipsy on champagne...* 

"Mulder, did you hear what I said?" Scully was looking at him with a 
smile on her face.  His arms still encircled her waist.

"I said, I'm not if you're not."  Her face held a look that was new 
to him.

*Scully in love*

He saw her face changing from desire to worry.  

"Mulder, if you want to stop-"

He hurriedly pressed his lips to hers again, first passionately, then 
lovingly.

"No, definitely not," Mulder said against her lips, "I'm just having 
a hard time believing this is finally happening."  He fingered the 
small ring box in his left jacket pocket and wondered if now was a 
good time.

He felt her smile, "Well, believe it, G-man."

She pushed his tux jacket from his shoulders and let it fall to the 
floor with a faint thunk.  He held his breath for a moment, but she 
didn't notice.

Later, he thought, later...

He stopped kissing her to look into her eyes.  There was challenge, 
passion, and a small amount of fear there.  Keep going or turn back?  
Take the next step or leave things the way they are and forget this 
ever happened?

He pushed the spaghetti straps of her little black dress from her 
shoulders.  The dress sagged but did not fall.  He traced little 
circles on the sensitive skin across her shoulders and just beneath 
her collarbone until she shivered.

Her eyes fairly glowed in the dim moonlight pouring in the windows.

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The expression in Mulder's eyes took Scully's breath away.  He 
watched her with the intensity he usually reserved for the bizarre 
cases the two of them found themselves investigating.  His hazel eyes 
were changing from green to gold as she watched.

She pulled the undone tie from around his collar and tossed it over 
her shoulder with a carefree grin.

She pulled him to her in a sudden, deep kiss and found herself 
wondering if he always tasted like sunflower seeds. *Did he eat some 
at the banquet too? I swear, does he carry them EVERYWHERE?*

She pulled back from him with a small smile curling her lips at the 
thought.

Scully watched Mulder swallow, his Adam's apple bobbing nervously.  
If she didn't know him so well, she would think he was cool and 
collected.  But she knew that he was just as unnerved by this 
unexpected turn of events as she was.

She reached up to the buttons of his white dress shirt and, without 
breaking eye-contact with him, undid the small buttons one-by-one.

When his shirt hung open between them, she leaned forward and placed 
a kiss on his chest. She inhaled the scent of the man she knew so 
well, but had never let herself get this close to.  

She continued to place small, feathery kisses across the revealed 
skin until he too shivered.

She laughed quietly against his chest, "Payback, Mulder."

Scully pulled back from his chest to witness a look on Mulder's face 
that made her gasp.

He wanted her.

Mulder bent and scooped Scully into his arms with a growl.

Scully let out a small, surprised shriek.

"You better say something now, Scully, 'cause once we hit that door," 
he gestured with his chin as he started carrying her toward the 
bedroom, "There's no turning back."

Scully smiled up at him.  She took in the spiky, ruffled hair, the 
uneven breathing and those piercing eyes.

His lips turned up in a smile of his own.

"I hope that means, 'Mulder, take me, I'm yours'.."

Their laughter mingled like music as he kicked the bedroom door shut 
behind them. 


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Note to DH: Berchicka ber.....:)