Disclaimer: X-Files and its characters are owned by 20th Century Fox and Chris Carter.I just borrowed them for a few hours :)

Author's Note: I wrote this story and my other X-Files fanfic a number of years ago and thought it time to upload to this community.

Chapter 2

Before she had a chance to reply, Mulder had taken her hand and pulled her from her chair. He had moved so quickly that they were halfway onto the dance floor when she finally got his attention. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Oh come on, Scully," he managed through the noise of the crowd. "I know you haven't had much experience with men, but I assume you know what dancing is." When he found a fairly empty space on the floor he abruptly stopped, making Scully walk into his chest. "There you go," he said, slipping his arm around her waist.

"Funny." She instinctively set her arm against his back and took his hand when he offered it. "You know, this is only going to incite her."

"Exactly," he smirked, raising his eyebrows.

"Do you know what I'm going to have to go through because of this?" She pulled away enough to look at his face.

"She teases you because she knows nothing's going on with us," he explained. "She only does it because it bothers you." He smiled and twirled them both around. "So why not play with her mind a little?"

Damn him for making sense. Scully tried peering around Mulder's shoulder and found Beth staring at them, a wicked smile on her face. "She's watching us."

"Play along with me," he whispered.

He pulled her closer to him, and her face came to rest against his chest. Part of her wondered why he was taking so much interest in Beth's teasing, but she grew too warm and relaxed to bother thinking about it. She closed her eyes, and his arm slid up her back to her shoulders, tickling her on its lazy path. She giggled against his chest and felt his breath whisper an apology against her ear. She still was curious why he said, "play along," since so far they hadn't done anything that Beth wouldn't expect even if she didn't really think there was anything between them.

His breath on her neck introduced her to his plan. His face ruffled through her hair, then he rubbed his stubbled cheek between her neck and shoulder, making her shiver. His arm pressed on her back so much that her body pinned against his. "What are you doing?" she managed to breathe.

"I think she's watching." he said.

"I can't tell." She couldn't tell because she refused to open her eyes. Charade or not, this was all a little too strange to comprehend and, somehow, witnessing it with her own eyes was too much to consider. Keeping them shut made everything safely fictional.

Then he kissed her neck. Her knees buckled, but mainly from the shock, she convinced herself. She pulled away and opened her eyes, capturing his gaze. She'd wanted to say something, but could only stare at him for a few moments before realizing that the song had ended and the dancers were dissipating from the floor. "Let's sit down."

He moved his mouth to respond, but decided to nod instead for fear he'd lost his ability to speak. He released his hold on her and led her to their table with his hand on the small of her back.

They sat in silence before finally looking at Beth to gauge her reaction. She appeared to gape back and forth at each of them and then at the approaching waiter who set their salads down.

"Hungry everyone?" Mulder stated.


They left the restaurant an hour later. Beth had wolfed down her meal while Mulder and Scully stared at their plates and each other, periodically shifting their food from side to side with their forks. Scully was more than happy when the waitress dropped their check on the table with a glare at her and Mulder's full plates and a quick "Was there a problem with the food?" She just wanted to leave--leave and forget that entire display that evening had become.

Scully and Beth waited at the curb while Mulder got the car. Scully peered out into the parking lot, hoping somehow that she could draw Mulder out of the lot and and transport their car there as quickly as possible.

"He's quite a gentleman," Beth said.

"Yes he is," Scully agreed, still craning her neck to find their damned car.

"Is he always so," Beth paused, watching Scully with interest before finishing, "Gentlemanly?"

Scully froze, then let her head drop to face Beth. "How the hell am I supposed to know what Mulder's like in bed?"

"What?" Beth asked, laughing a little. "I only meant does he do stuff like get the car all the time." At Scully's reddening face, she smiled. "That was quite a scene tonight."

"It was a game," Scully retorted.

"Quite a convincing one."

"Look," Scully said, shifting on her feet and wondering what the hell was taking Mulder so long with the car. "Mulder thought it would be fun to play with your obsession with us, and I went along." She bit her lower lip. "For the fun of it."

"So pressing yourself against his body was all for my sake?"

"Precisely." Scully felt a twinge of relief when she saw the car making its way towards them through the winding parking lot.

"So, could you tell if he was turned on?"


The car pulled up, and Beth grasped the handle of the back door. "Just a natural question." When they were all situated in the car, she asked, "I hope it's not too out of your way to take Dana and I home."

"Didn't Scully tell you?"

Beth leaned forward and rested her arms on both the front seats. "Tell me what?" she asked.

"The heat's out at my place so I'm spending the night."

Scully stared out the windshield, refusing to look in Beth's direction at all. So, she felt, rather than heard Beth's whispered words pound on her eardrum.

"Now there's an excuse if ever I heard one."


By the time they got to her apartment, Scully had stopped talking. Besides feeling tired, she felt frustrated after the events of the day and thought that if she just didn't talk at all, Beth would be less likely to tease her and Mulder would probably just leave her be for the time being. Without even taking off her coat, she walked straight to her bedroom, turning only once to say, "Well, I want to get some sleep, so I'll see you tomorrow." After hearing Mulder comment about probably taking the couch, she shut her door, peeled off her coat and suit and tossed on a t-shirt and pair of flannel shorts. Then she threw herself on her bed and hugged a pillow against her chest.

Scully wasn't sure how long she'd slept, but waking up hadn't been a problem. She remembered hovering in a near-sleep when she sensed a tickling on her back. The movement traced over her t-shirt in slow random circles.

"Scully, it's me," Mulder said. "Are you asleep?"

"Mulder, that better not be you," she mumbled in her still sleepy state.

"You feeling okay?" His hand stopped between her shoulder blades and rested there.

"I'm fine," she mumbled.

"You just seemed kind of upset or something."

She felt the bed move and assumed he must have sat down. Lying on her stomach, she turned her head on the pillow to face him, realizing he wasn't going to leave until he was convinced she was okay. He was just such a guilt-ridden person sometimes.

"Did what I did at the restaurant bother you?" Mulder asked, his voice crackling.

"It's not you."

"Then just tell Beth--"

"It's not her either." Scully turned her face into the pillow. "It's me."


He resumed rubbing her back, the sensation making her close her eyes. "Just the teasing and joking make me think and well, you know."

"That all you have is teasing. Nothing real."

As usual, Mulder hit the nail on the head and did it with such sympathy that she wondered if it was as much a revelation about himself as it was about her. A head nod was all she could manage in response.

"I'm sure we'll both eventually find the right person, but in the meantime," he said, his fingers trickling across her back, eliciting a giggle, "you've still got me."

She smiled and shifted her shoulders in an attempt to push away his tickling fingers. "Mulder, stop."

"I don't think so."


The tickling assault began.

Scully turned over to wrest some control, but heaving laughter only allowed her on her back, with her arms weakly grasping Mulder at random. She attempted to tickle him back, but couldn't find the strength, finally resorting to resting her hands against his back. "Stop," she gasped, tears forming in her eyes from the power of her laughter. She gazed up and found his smiling, mischievous face.

"Oh, no," he managed, laughing somewhat himself. "This is way too much fun." He gripped her body against his and rolled over until she was atop him, her hands trapped between his back and the mattress.

She had to admit that Mulder had her again. She couldn't control her laughter and had lost any hope of finishing her revenge for what he'd started a few minutes ago. But, she knew, there was one place she could get him--his neck. She summoned enough composure to open her eyes and discovered to her delight that her face rested near the side of his neck. But, with her hands pinned between his back and the mattress and his giving no sign of lifting his weight from her, access seemed nearly impossible. Without use of her hands, there wasn't much she could do. She licked her lips and resigned herself that he would win. Unless...

Mulder had been so consumed with tickling Scully senseless that he barely registered a brief warm sensation just below his right ear. Ignoring it, he kept gliding his hands up and down her sides and back, reveling that he was in the lead. Then he felt it again. But, instead of a single momentary sensation, the warmth swirled up and down the length of his neck, from his ear to near his shoulder. He closed his eyes, then it stopped. But, as he let his fingers dance down Scully's back, he sensed an even more intense heat at the base of his neck, forcing his hands to slow their movements. Suddenly, a slight suction and pulling on his skin made him lose complete focus of his former intentions. Jesus, that felt good. He let his head drop back and stopped tickling her.

However, he didn't stop touching her. When she first touched her tongue to his neck, she felt his hands stop, then continue, so she pressed on, running her tongue in a gentle design over his neck. He tasted interestingly salty...perhaps from too many sunflower seeds, she mused. She sensed his fingers slowing to a simple glide up and down her back, so she imitated his pattern before resting to gauge his reaction. His breathing had calmed from the frenzied laughter from earlier, but his waltzing hands didn't seem to give up. She had to take it a step further. She opened her mouth and set it on his neck, registering his hands coming to a halt at her shoulder blades. To complete the coup, she sucked on his skin. She felt the random, wild tickling cease, but curiously noticed he didn't let go of her. His hands instead had paused at her waist before working their way under her shirt. Her body warmed at the sensation of his hands pressing on her bare skin, taking on a rhythmic, patterned grip that dove deep into the muscles in her back, making a leisurely, exquisite path from her shoulders to her waist. She released his

skin and let out a shaky breath, her head falling against his shoulder.

He held her tightly against his chest and pulled them into a sitting position. Scully was sitting on his lap now, her legs sprawled out on either side of him, her head still buried against his shoulder. Mulder kept rubbing and massaging her back under her shirt holding her as close as he could. She ran her hands up his back and into his hair, letting them stop behind his ears. Finally, she pulled away from his shoulder and met his gaze a mere inch from hers. They stopped all movements and stared at each other with half- closed eyes. Both of their breathing had grown ragged, and they leaned forward enough so that their foreheads touched, slowly closing the space between them.

The door burst open and Beth strolled in, staring at her fingernails. "Dana, do you have the papers you mentioned--" She looked up and couldn't resist an evil smile at the scene that greeted her. When she caught both of them trying to untangle their limbs and their faces turning bright red, she knew a lot more than playing had happened this time. "Oops," she managed without laughing. "Didn't mean to interrupt your little game." She moved to turn, but glanced at them one last time before opening the door, spying an interestingly new feature of Mulder. "Oh, Fox, I know you're a guy and all," she drawled, grinning, "but a little makeup ought to hide that hickey just fine." With that she left, bursting into laughter when the door closed.

"Oh my God," Scully drawled as she dropped backwards onto the bed. "I can't believe she saw that."

Mulder fell down next to her and ran a hand through his hair. "What the hell was that anyway?"

"You mean you don't know?" She turned on her side to face him.

"Don't you?" He imitated her actions, leaning on an elbow for support.

She reached out and ran her finger across his neck. "I can't believe I gave you a hickey," she whispered, almost to herself when she grazed the now purplish-red spot.

"You certainly got my attention." He laughed and pushed some of her hair behind her ears.

Scully savored the sensation of his warm hand brushing against her face. But, there was something she wanted to know about something she'd noticed when they were touching each other. The more she reviewed the scene in her mind, especially what they must've looked like to Beth, the more embarrassed she felt about what happened and the more nervous she grew about her question. "Mulder," she said, her voice shaky. She averted her gaze from his eyes to somewhere on his chest. "When we were touching each other, did you feel..." She couldn't use the words, so she nodded towards below his waist.

"Scully," he said, an embarrassed smile spreading across his face. He thought it funny how she could be a doctor and feel the need to use physical gestures to get to her point. But, he thought, she wouldn't have asked that question if she hadn't noticed something. His face flushed when he realized that. "Well," he stammered, "I kind of felt..." He let his gaze drop to her hand resting between them. "Something happened." He looked up and caught her smiling. "I could ask the same about you, you know."

"That's different."

"No it's not." He ran his finger down her face, stopping at her chin. "Did you feel anything?"

"Well," Scully twisted her mouth around, trying to resist smiling. "I guess so." She caught his gaze and gave in to the urge to giggle a little. As much as they'd been through together, it felt strange talking to him about sex. It was strange in a pleasant way, though, like an unknown world that peaks one's curiosity.

"How did you feel?"


"Come on," he whispered. He slid his hand behind her head and stroked her hair. "I really want to know."

"You know," she attempted, squirming in her nervousness. "Warm. Tingly, like when you rubbed my back." She rolled her eyes, unwilling to process what he now knew about her.

He ran his hand down her back to her waist, then slipped it under her shirt, drawing small circles on her lower back with his fingertips. "Like this?" he smiled.

"Mmm hmm." She sensed her body heating up again, though she never completely cooled off in the first place. "What are we doing?" she asked as she absentmindedly tickled his chest.

"We like touching each other." He shifted to pull her closer, his hand moving further up her back. He didn't realize he'd pushed her shirt up so high until he felt her bare stomach meet his own, making his body tense and cloud over with warmth again. He pressed his lips against her forehead. "It just feels nice," he added for emphasis.

"True," she conceded. It was happening again. When his mouth touched her forehead, a flurry of unnamable sensations coursed through her stomach and elsewhere. She snaked her arm around his waist, perfectly aware this wasn't exactly a game anymore. "I think this is a little more than touching," she breathed.

"Not really." He pushed his weight against her until she was underneath him. Resuming his rubbing of her back and sides, he looked down into her eyes. Then, he lowered his face to her, allowing his lips to press against her nose.

She grinned, despite a thought crossing her mind about their newfound intimacy. "So, where exactly are we headed?" She licked her upper lip and elaborated. "I mean, I don't want to lose what we have now, but," she said, the grin returning, "I like this."

He rolled them over on their sides, still keeping his hand on her back underneath her shirt. "We don't have to have sex, if that's what you mean."

She snuggled against his chest and closed her eyes. "But can we still, uh. . ." She felt him rest his chin on top of her head. "Can we still hold each other?"

"And stuff." He murmured.

"Stuff?" She smiled against his chest.

"Stuff," he repeated, resuming his tickling of her back.