Prompt: Scully or Mulder doing something domestic (not necessarily for the other person) and one of them realizing in that moment they love the other one
Short, but sweet! Hopefully it’s what you had in mind! :)
Mulder lets himself into her apartment after giving his usual three warning raps on the door. When he enters, he smells the food she has cooking in the crockpot and spots her on the couch, painting her toe nails. The sight momentarily roots him in place, the domesticity of the moment not lost on him.
Her feet are tucked up in front of her on the couch, her small toes delicately hanging off the cushion, as she paints a demur shade of red on her nails. When he steps further into her apartment, she turns and smiles at him, momentarily hovering the applicator above the bottle of nail polish.
“I brought beer.” Mulder holds up the six-pack.
“Great. I’m almost done.”
Mulder nods, moving to her kitchen first to refrigerate the other four beers and brings two of them and the files over to the coffee table. He drops them down and pops the tabs off the cold drinks, setting hers next to her nail polish.
He watches her paint the final three toes, her tongue barely peaking out from between her lips in concentration and her hand holding still with the precision of a surgeon. Her medical training coming in handy during the most medial of tasks.
When she twists the bottle shut, he blinks, aware that he was staring but not able to pull away.
“Ready to…?” Scully’s sentence is cut off as Mulder leans forward, closing the distance between them, mindful of her newly painted toes, and presses his lips against hers in a soft kiss. Her eyes open wide at the touch of his lips and she watches him even as she softly kisses him back. “…work?” She finishes her sentence when he backs up.
“Yeah.” Mulder nods sheepishly, turning to the files on the table.
Scully arches an eyebrow at him and places her palm on his thigh. “Mulder?”
“Look at me.” Scully reaches for his jaw, gently turning him to face her. She waits until his eyes meet hers before asking her question. “Why did you just kiss me?”
It’s not the first time he has kissed her. New Years Eve a fond memory, but he hasn’t tried anything since then and his previous action could be held under the guise of the holiday.
Mulder flushes and drops his eyes down to her toes, still balancing carefully on the ledge of the couch as they dry. Scully follows his gaze and deepens her curious expression.
Three words pound at his closed lips, threatening to burst forth from their prison. He swallows thickly to keep them at bay and shrugs once. “I’ve always been a sucker for red nail polish.”
It’s a deflection tactic. One that they both are familiar with. Humor over genuine emotions.
Scully catches it immediately and decides that she isn’t going to push him to elaborate. She has a feeling she knows the answer to her questions anyways, but if he would rather not voice the answer, then she is willing to wait.
After all, she waited six years for one kiss. She can wait for this.
Instead, she smiles and lowers her feet to the ground. Grabbing her beer, she takes a sip and settles in to read one of the case files he brought over to examine.
Just when he thinks he is off the hook, Scully turns to him with a small smirk on her lips. “I guess I should paint my toenails red more often.”
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