142 for the drabble prompt thingy, please? 😊😘
Hey, lovely – thank you! I got an anonymous prompt for both 21 & 142, so I combined them. I hope you like it!
142 – Hold my hand so he gets jealous.
The one time in five years that they decide to leave the office for lunch, of course this would happen. She’s already seen him, waiting in line across the crowded deli.
Apparently, Mulder has seen him, too.
“Hey, Scully, isn’t that – “
Mulder looks at her quizzically as he takes another bite of his sandwich. “You didn’t even let me finish,” he mumbles around a mouthful of food.
Scully shifts in her seat, stabbing at a piece of lettuce with her fork. “Don’t talk with your mouth full, Mulder,” she says, in a lame attempt to change the subject. As usual, Mulder is not easily deterred. He swallows the food in an exaggerated motion, then repeats, “Isn’t that Agent Lewis?” He nods towards the tall man who is now standing at the pick-up counter.
“Yes,” Scully replies, struggling to keep her face blank. “I believe so.”
“Damn, Scully,” Mulder chuckles. “Don’t sound too excited about seeing your boyfriend.”
“Shut up, Mulder,” she hisses, glancing around to make sure no one else from the Bureau is lurking about the deli. She shakes her head, taking a sip of water. “He’s not my boyfriend.”
“Since when?” At Scully’s noncommittal shrug, he tries another question. “What happened?”
She shrugs again, mumbling something unintelligible under her breath. Mulder quirks an eyebrow. “Sorry, didn’t quite catch that.” Scully drums her manicured nails against the tabletop for a moment, as if trying to make a decision. Finally, after another quick glance around the deli, she slowly repeats herself. “He’s a bad kisser.” She keeps her eyes downcast, bracing herself for the ridicule she knows is imminent.
Mulder tosses his napkin casually onto his plate. “Well, that’s a perfectly understandable reason. You can’t spend the rest of your life being slobbered on.”
At Scully’s sharp glance, he smiles. When she smiles back, he breathes a quick sigh of relief that she apparently can’t tell how secretly thrilled he is that she’s no longer locking lips with that guy.
“Just so you know,” he whispers, “I believe Agent Hot Lips is making his way over here now.”
“What?” Scully grits her teeth, forcing herself not to look behind her. “Mulder…” She feels her face flush slightly at what she’s about to ask. Don’t do it, Dana. When she hears Lewis’ booming voice call her name, she makes a quick decision. “Mulder, hold my hand.” His eyebrows shoot straight up. “What?” He shakes his head slightly. “I mean, happy to, but what’s the occasion?”
“Hold my hand so he gets jealous.” God, she feels like she’s in junior high again. “I just don’t want to deal with him,” she continues lamely.
Mulder immediately reaches across the table to cover her hand with his. “Surprisingly catty, Scully,” his eyes dance with amusement. “I think I like this side of you.”
Scully glares back at him. “If you’re gonna be a jerk about this – “
“I’m not,” he protests, but he’s struggling to keep the smile from his lips.
“You know what would really make him jealous, though?” His hand grips hers a bit tighter.
Scully narrows her eyes skeptically. “What?”
“I could show him how a real man kisses a woman.”
Her heart skips several beats, and she curses her fair skin when she feels blood rush to her face. “Um – I – that’s probably not – “
“Your call,” Mulder replies easily. “But you should decide soon, because Agent Lewis is about three tables down, and making good time.”
“Do it,” she whispers, her stomach fluttering painfully.
Then – oh, dear God – his mouth is on hers, his lips moving firmly as his tongue makes a small sweeping motion across her bottom lip. His hand is gripping the back of her skull, her hair tangled between his fingers, and – oh, Jesus -- he’s doing something amazing with his tongue now. He tastes like lemonade and black pepper, the perfect combination of sweet and spicy. She opens her mouth slightly, forcing back the moan in her throat before it escapes. She feels his hand slide down to the back of her neck, fingertips making gentle circles on her skin, and it sends a tingling sensation from there to her toes.
He pulls back suddenly, but not abruptly. When he smiles at her, she can tell he’s struggling to control his breathing, and she offers up a prayer of thanks that she’s not the only one.
“Did it work?” She curses herself for the stupid question, but Mulder laughs. “Must have,” he informs her smugly. “He’s gone.”
As they gather their things, preparing to leave, she feels his hand at her waist. “So?” His mouth is close enough that she can feel his breath on her ear. “So – what?” She smooths her hair with both hands, willing her heart to stop pounding.
“So – “ Mulder hands her purse to her, and she marvels at how casual he seems. “Apparently inadequate kissing skills are on Dana Scully’s reasons to end a relationship.” He shrugs, grinning down at her. “Should I look for a new partner?”
Scully feels her face flush again, but can’t help returning his smile. “No,” she assures him quietly. “No, you’re good.”
As they walk across the parking lot, Mulder hears her murmer, almost inaudibly, “You’re very, very good.”
