Title: Dance With Me

Author: Cec

Email Address: Cecilia11@aol.com! Please tell me how the story is!

Rating: PG

Category: Story/Romance

Spoilers: End of Post-Modern Prometheus

Keywords: Mulder/Scully Romance

Summary: Scully finally hears what she's been waiting for

Disclaimer: No, I don't own Mulder, Scully, or The X-Files. Yes, I wish I did. No, I am not getting any money from this. Yes, I will return the characters when I'm done with them....maybe. So anyway...please don't sue me, I don't have any money because it all goes to buy neat X-Files stuff. You already have all my money!!

Dance With Me
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November 30th

We stand here dancing to that song....Walking in Memphis. For as long as I live, I'll never forget that song. As he holds me in his arms, I could die happy at this moment. Its better than I ever dreamed it would be. The feel of his arms around me, his eyes staring into mine, and that smile....sometimes I wish I had a photographic memory, like him.
Sometimes I wish I could tell him how I feel, but I know that can never be. Us being together as a couple would never work. We would have to sacrifice everything for eachother. I would sacrifice everything for him, but I know he would never sacrifice Samantha for me. I've dealt with that fact, even enjoyed being the second most important woman in his life.
So I go to work everyday cherishing every look, smile and touch. There's so much to love about him. The depth and mysteriousness in those hazel eyes of his, his goofy puppy dog smile, and even his perverse sense of humor. So I love him privately, and live my life, and he lives his. At least, for the time being, our lives areconnected.
Tonight, while we dance, I stare into his eyes, and for a moment I think I saw love in there, but when I looked again, it was gone. I convinced myself it was my head making me see what I want to see. Then the song ends and I'm forced to leave his arms. I don't want to go, but I have to. Now I return home alone, as usual. I fall asleep dreaming of being in his arms.

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December 1st
7 AM

I wake up this morning, begrudgingly, not wanting to leave my dream. The only thing pushing me out of my bed is the fact that if I get up, I get to see him at work. So I force myself and up and out of bed and get ready for work.
I arrive at work shortly before Mulder does, and just as I make myself comfortable at his desk to get some work done, he breezes through the door with a faraway look on his face. He glances at me and asks, "Scully, what are you doing sitting at my desk?"
I look at him with a confused look on my face and reply, " I was trying to get some work done, and considering I don't have a desk, yours seemed like the ideal place to do it. Plus the fact that you weren't here yet, and I wasn't going to do any harm to any of your stuff. I wasn't going to steal your magazine collection that you keep in the bottom drawer or anything. Maybe you're into that stuff but I'm not...."
By this time we both have smiles on our faces and he starts to laugh. He says, "If you're not into "that stuff" how come you know I have it in the bottom drawer?"
I'm flustered and I don't know what to say so I just start laughing. We stand there laughing for about 10 minutes. These times of pure joy between us are so few and far between, so I've come to cherish each one of them. When all our laughter has been spent, I move away from Mulder's desk. He sits down and the faraway look in his eyesreturns.
"Mulder, what's wrong?" I say, with a concern-filled voice. He pulls a piece of paper from his pocket and hands it to me. It says:

You are cordially invited to attend the 54th Annual FBI Dinner on December 1st at 7 PM. Dress formally.

"So?" I say, "We never go to these. We just won't go again thisyear."
"We have to....orders from above, directly from AD Skinner. We don't have a choice in the matter. So...will you go with me, unless...you already have a date?"
I wanted to shout out, "Of I course I'll go with you. Don't you know I'm madly in love with you?!? I'd jump off the face of the earth for you!" But of course I didn't. I simply replied, "Mulder, I'd be honored to be your date....pick me up at 6:30?"
"I'll be there," he says, with that goofy smile. I feel myself melting, and so I excuse myself from the room. I return moments later when I have regained my composure.

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Same day
4:30

"Mulder, I'm going to leave now...I have to get ready for tonight," I say biting my lip and trying to make myself not sound too anxious.
"Scully, you don't have to do anything special for me....I mean..you already look beautiful," he says nervously.
By this point I'm confused...did he mean he thinks I'm beautiful as a woman, or beautiful as a person...like a sister? Probably the latter. I dismiss it and walk out of the office and to my car.
I zoom to the nearest store, because just at the moment I left the office, I realized I had nothing to wear. I enter the dress store, and a saleslady comes up to me, and offers to help. I gladly accept her, realizing I have a few short hours to get ready for what might be my only "date" with Mulder....even if it really isn't a date. So I browse around while the saleslady looks as well. Ten minutes later she comes up to me with this beautiful midnight blue velvet dress. She hands it me telling me how perfect it will look on on me. I go to the dressing room and slip it on. It fits perfectly, and she was right, it looks beautiful. I'm so happy with the dress that I buy the shoes that go with it too, spending more money on that outfit than I ever spent on any before. Then again, its for Mulder...and I'll spend any amount of money for him. I race home to get ready.

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2 hours later

Mulder arrives at 6:30 on the dot, looking so gorgeous in that tux. I think to myself, "I'll never be able to make it through the night." He escorts me to his car and we drive to the dinner in silence. I so wished I could know what he was thinking at that moment.
We arrived at the dinner, and I was glad to see him smiling, because I knew the possibility of both of us smiling by the end of the night was unlikely.
We entered the hotel, and went straight to the ballroom, where the event was being held. I heard a couple of mutters about "Mr and Mrs. Spooky" but I took Mulder's cue and decided to ignore them. I was going to try my best not to get into any fights tonight.
Skinner gave us a nod of approval for actually showing up this year, and Mulder escorted me to our table.
We sit there for awhile, make idle conversation, now knowing what to say or how to act. He compliments me on my dress, I on his tux. Then we sit there in silence.
Then something changes. I can see it in his eyes and he starts to talk to me. We talk and talk...truly talk. All the barriers between us have suddenly disappeared. I don't know why and I don't really care. I start to let myself think that maybe he loves me as much as I love him. I dismiss the thought as quickly as it entered my mind.
Just as I am settling into this newfound intimacy between myself and Fox...when did I start thinking of him as Fox? Anyway...a drunken voice suddenly interrupts our conversation. "Hey Spooky, mind if I borrow your pretty little partner for awhile?"
I glance at Mulder to see his eyes will with hatred. "Actually I do mind," Mulder replied angrily.
"Well you know what?" The drunken man says,"I don't care!" The man roughly grabs my wrist and I let out a little yelp. I try to escape, but the man outweighs me easily and with my wrists tied up, its not easy for me to move. I squeeze my eyes shut, hoping I can simply will the situation away. Suddenly the grip on my wrists is removed and so I open my eyes. I am amazed at the sight before me. The man is lying unconcious on the floor and Mulder is standing there rubbing his arm. Mulder knocked him out...for me. He grabs my arm and we quickly exit the ballroom.
Once outside, he checks to make sure I'm okay. I am...just a little shaken up. I'm also sorry that our dinner had to end so early, because I was enjoying myself. I say so. Mulder replies, "I'm just disappointed we never got to dance."
I feel myself melting into a little puddle, and then I hear it. The DJ in the ballroom started to play "Walking in Memphis". Gathering up my courage I say, "Well...how about we dance then? After all...this is our song."
He takes my hand and we start to dance. His arms around me, my head on his chest. I could stay here forever. We sway slowly to the music, neither one of us wanting to let go. Then the song ends and neither one of us pull away. I feel his breath in my ear as he whispers, "I love you, Dana."
My mind is racing...did he really just say that? Or was it my imagination? My head is going into an overload, and I don't know what to say. And then I realize....this is exactly what I wanted to happen. So I stand up on my tiptoes and whisper into his ear, "I love you too." Then he took my hand, and we walked out of the hotel together.

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Scully's Apartment Building

We arrive at my building and I don't know what to say, he walks me up to my apartment in silence. Then he lightly kisses me. Its like a dream come true, heaven, everything I could've wished for. He whispers, "Good night."
I grab his arm, I don't want him to leave. "Please just stay...stay and let me be in your arms," I whisper, ashamed to look in hiseyes.
"Okay," he says, and I open my apartment door. He sits down on the couch and I go into the kitchen to make coffee. Once I'm out of his sight, my knees buckle and I almost collapse. I can't believe this is all happening. I never thought it would. I'd come to love being the second most important woman in his life...does this mean now I'm most important? My mind races at the thought.
I get the coffee ready and go out into the living room. He's pulled the blanket from the back of the couch down around him. I hand him his coffee and he takes it and puts it on the table. Mine joins his. Then he takes my hand and kisses it. I sit down on the couch next to him and he puts the blanket around me. I snuggle my head into his neck and his arms around me. I fall asleep in his arms, and the next morning I wake up in them. He never let go.

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Please send comments! When I got to this point in my story, I had to make the decision on whether or not to continue the story. I decided to let everyone who reads this story decide. I love stories that go into detail, that don't just end with the "I love yous", but I don't know if I'd be all that good at writing them. So if you like the story, and if you think I should go into more detail about what happens after their declarations to each other...write me! I promise to write back! Cecilia11@aol.com!!