Your take on the Knicks shirt??
Scully doesnāt argue when Mulder tells her they have to leave the motel. Ā She doesnāt even ask questions. Ā She just slides out of bed and reaches for her suitcase. Ā Mulder isnāt looking at her bare legs as she bends over, of course heās not (okay, maybe he is, but she knows what to expect by now), but as her nightshirt rides up her bare thighs, he catches a glimpse of blue and orange.
āScully, what are you wearing?ā he asks.
She straightens up. Ā "Itās commonly known as a nightshirt, Mulder. Ā Sometimes pajamas just seem too fussy to pack.ā Ā
āNot the shirt,ā he says. Ā "Under the shirt.ā
She crossed her arms over her chest and raises one eyebrow at him. Ā "Are you trying to consort with me while on assignment, Agent? Ā Because that seems like a personal question.ā Ā She licks her lips, which doesnāt at all hide her smile. Ā
āIām a trained investigator,ā he says. Ā "And I canāt help but notice that you appear to be wearing New York Knicks boxers, Agent Scully.ā
āDo you have jurisdiction over my undergarments?ā she teases. Ā
āWeāve crossed state lines together,ā he says. Ā "That makes this a matter of federal interest.ā
"Federal interest,ā she murmurs in a warm, husky voice. Ā "I see.ā
"I donāt recall you being a New York Knicks fan, Scully,ā he says. Ā "I do recall personally owning a pair of New York Knicks boxers, which I now canāt remember having seen in the lastā¦while.ā
"Youād think such a passionate fan would keep better track of his merchandise,ā Scully tells him, turning away. Ā This time when she bends to pick up a pair of shoes, sheās definitely taking no pains to stop her shirt from hitching up and showing the hem of his Knicks boxers.
He reaches out to tug at her shirt and she playfully pushes his hand away. Ā "Not without a warrant, Agent,ā she says, her smile almost a grin. Ā
"Youāre having fun with this, arenāt you?ā he asks.
āI certainly am,ā she says. Ā
āWhat if I were to demand that you take those off right now?ā he asks. Ā
āIād tell you you need a better line than that to get me out of my clothes,ā she says with a wink.
āMy clothes,ā he grumbles. Ā
āI donāt seem to recall this kind of resistance when I wore your Knicks t-shirt,ā she says, stepping closer to him. Ā Sheās so short in her bare feet. Ā He has to tilt his head to gaze down at her.
āThat was different,ā he says.
āWas it,ā she says. Ā "For what reason, I wonder. Ā Maybe because your Knicks t-shirt was worn so thin it was almost transparent?ā
āOr was it because you had the privilege of taking the Knicks t-shirt off of me on several occasions?ā she says, pretending to be thoughtful even as her fingers graze the hem of his decidedly non-Knicks shirt. Ā Scullyās always had a knack for hands-on learning. Ā
āMight be that,ā he allows, his mind starting to wander further and further south. Ā "Maybe itās just that we werenāt on a case.ā
"We were that one time,ā she says, and the shiver in her voice runs up and down his spine. Ā
āOh,ā he says, and has to clear his throat. Ā "Yeah. Ā Just that one time.ā
"But I suppose,ā she says, āif you really want them backā¦.ā Ā Sheās almost pressed against him, her fingers splayed over his belly. Ā Her shoulders tilt oddly, and it takes him a moment to realize that her free hand has slipped under her nightshirt to tug at the boxers. Ā They fall to the carpet at her feet with a little whooshing noise. Ā She steps neatly out of them, leaving them on the floor in front of him. Ā
āThere you are,ā she says. Ā
āYou know what,ā he says, āIāll get those back from you later.ā
āWhatever you want, Mulder,ā she says, smirking at her suitcase. Ā
He hesitates, then picks up the boxers and drapes them over the eyes of the fox on the wall. Ā "How longās it take to get a warrant in this town, Scully?ā he asks. Ā "I ask as a professional investigator, just in case I uncover any other mysteries within my jurisdiction.ā
āDepends on whoās asking,ā she tells him. Ā "But I think youāve got a good shot.ā
"Iāll check back,ā he says. Ā "After weāve checked out.ā
"Iāll try not to skip town before you have the chance to conclude your investigation,ā she tells him, and itās like the time they spent apart was only the blink of an eye. Ā Ā
āSee that you donāt,ā he says.
āGive me ten minutes,ā she tells him, hooking a pair of impractical-looking lace-trimmed underwear out of her suitcase. Ā "Although I have to say this seedy motel is bringing back some memories.ā
She licks her lips again as she studies him. Ā "Good enough.ā
"Ten minutes,ā he says. Ā "Weāll find a slightly less suspect dump. Ā Itāll feel just like home.ā Ā
He walks out of her room and closes the door behind himself. Ā "Just like the old days,ā he murmurs to himself. Ā "For better or for worse.ā
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