I know I love your style; so I’m wondering if Mulder usually hangs around the office sans jacket; so Scully probably make herself comfortable there too? One day she doesn’t realize the silk of her blouse is a little more see-through than she imagined. Flirting ensues ❤️
Pure, mindless fluff. Thank you for the prompt!
Tagging @today-in-fic
He‘s alwayswondered how it would happen. The when, though of interest to him, never seemedto matter as much because he just knew; he was certain that it would happeneventually. When wasn‘t important. But the how... today, he thinks, today mightbe the day he is going to find out. And this how is not at all what heimagined.
It‘s Saturday.Mulder knows Scully hates working Saturdays and especially in summer. So heexpects her to stroll into their office with a pout, a frown or at least not asenthusiastically as she does.
“Good morning,Scully.“ His voice is so full of surprise that it catches, sounding higher thanit should.
“Good morning.“There‘s a glow about her that Mulder hopes is a sunburn. Her smile is just asradiant. She puts a coffee in front of him and winks. Mulder swallows hard justwatching her as she sits down across from him, the grin never leaving her face.She takes a sip from her coffee, lazily and slowly.
“Is something thematter, Mulder?“
“Uhm, no.“ Hecroaks out. To cover his embarrassment, he takes a sip from his coffee too.It‘s icy cold and he almost chokes from his surprise.
“It‘s iced.“Scully has the audacity to chuckle. Mulder wipes at his mouth, his eyes onScully. There is something about her and he can‘t put his finger on it. He‘snot sure he wants to. Who knows what she did last night. What she might doevery Friday when they‘re in town.
“We never drinkiced coffee.“ His tongue feels numb.
“Maybe you don‘t.I do it all the time in summer. You just never know.“ Another one of thosesmiles. Mulder sips his coffee and this time he is prepared. The taste issweeter than what he‘s used to and there‘s a hint of ginger in it. How fitting,he thinks, eyeing Scully. How very, very convenient.
“So, Mulder,“Scully stretches and her jacket visibly tightens around her chest, “tell mewhat‘s so important it couldn‘t wait until Monday.“ He is about to tell herabout his newest find (that's really just a ploy to get her here) when she doesit: she takes off her jacket. Scully is, unlike him, the poster child ofprofessionalism. Not today, though. Her blouse is lily white but her bra isnot. Mulder pauses, tries to keep his eyes away from her chest, from all ofher. He can see her bra through her blouse. Her bra. Mulder gulps. His eyes,like magnets, land there again and again. Did she wear this on purpose?
“Mulder?“ Hestartles, knocks his knee against the desk and yelps. Scully switches intodoctor mode and is by his side before he can even attempt to open his mouth andtell her he‘s fine. Standing before him with the light from the teeny, tinywindow her silky blouse is a complete see-through and Mulder loses the abilityto speak altogether. “What happened?“ She asks him and touches his hand.
“Uhm.“
“Are you hurt?“
“Not... exactly.Scully, is that a new blouse?“ Part of him wishes Scully will take the cup oficed coffee and pour it over his head. It is too warm in here or maybe that‘sjust him. Either way a cold shower, coffee or water, would be nice.
“It is, actually.“She sounds surprised. “I didn‘t think you‘d notice.“ He‘s trying not to, buthow can he not? Scully is still close to him, her scent like a cloud aroundhim, engulfing him. Her hand is on his despite the heat in the office. Andthat‘s when it hits him; this is it. This is the How. This is how it happens.His eyes find hers (and bypass the see-through blouse completely, as much asher turquoise bra is beckoning him) and he stares and he waits. But nothinghappens. Scully holds his gaze, waits herself.
“I like it.“Mulder tells her and gives a little nod to drive the message home. Just incase.
“The iced coffee?“
“Yeah.“ His voicebreaks on the small word, the cop-out. Scully squeezes his hand and he realizesthat this is it. If he doesn‘t do something, this will be it. He doesn‘t careabout the when, not really, but if this is it and if they‘re missing theirmoment then- “I meant the blouse.“ He says before he can change his mind andbefore she can step away. There‘s a pause. A long one. Mulder feels drops ofsweat on his forehead, on his back and everywhere. Wrong moment, his mindscreams. This is not the when, not the how.
“I was hopingthat‘s what you meant.“ As always Scully saves the day. Or at least the moment.When he looks at her, he wonders if he is wearing the same shade of blush. Itsure feels like he is.
“It‘s very, verynice.“
“I wasn‘t goingfor nice.“ She admits in a low voice.
“What were yougoing for?“ His voice drops; he is not sure he can handle the answer. Her hand overhis moves and he dreads losing her touch. But that‘s not what happens. Herfingers start dancing over the back of his hand and it tickles. Her other handreaches out to grab his cup of coffee. His, not hers. She takes a sip andMulder swallows. His throat feels dry.
“Mulder?“
“Yes?“ Every senseis heightened, but his voice is barely there. She leans close. She smells likecoffee, like ginger and most of all like his Scully. She is so close that hesees the smallest drop of coffee there on her lip. Mulder licks his own, wishesit was hers. He tastes it anyway, he thinks.
“What am I doinghere, Mulder?“ She asks and she is too close and Mulder doesn‘t know if this istheir time, or if this is how it happens, how it should happen. He is not goingto kiss her for the first time in their office. Not when he lured her hereunder the pretense of a case that will most likely turn out to be a waste oftime. She is here because he wants her here. Except she doesn‘t know. And this,he realizes, is what he can give her, here and now.
“Because I wantedto spend the day with you." Because five days a week are just not enough. Hekeeps his eyes on her and hopes that she believes him, forgives him.
"Atwork."
"Anywhere,really."
"Then whydidn't you ask me out for coffee instead?"
"We don't dothat, Scully." She purses her lips. "Do we?"
"Maybe weshould. At least on weekends."
"It's toolate now, isn't it?" He taps against the coffee cup.
"What's toolate?"
"To ask youout for coffee."
"Tryit." She tells him and the smile from earlier makes a reappearance. Mulderclears his throat dramatically, puts on his best Sunday smile (despite the factthat it's Saturday) and looks at her.
"Scully,would you do me the honor and go have coffee with me?"
"Oh Mulder,I'd love to, but you see… I think we're supposed to work." She grins athim and he shakes his head, gets it. He grabs her hand that's still over hisand leads her away. Before they leave though he remembers her jacket. He handsit to her.
"You need towear it."
"Mulder, doyou know how hot it is?"
"Scully, doyou know that your blouse is see-through?" She squeaks and stares down ather own chest. Mulder dares another look, too.
"Oh mygod!"
"You didn'tknow?"
"No!" Butthen she relaxes. "I guess it worked out fine though." She winks athim again and Mulder knows today is the when, and now he knows how; he puts hishand on the small of her back and leads her out of the office and into thesunshine.
