Author: Lark
E-mail: theagents1013@yahoo.com
Rating: PG
Category: MSR
Keywords: MSR
Spoilers: Millennium
Feedback: FEED ME BABY!
Summary: The kiss, from Scully’s POV
Archiving/Distribution: With e-mailed permission, please
Disclaimer: CC and 1013 own all characters mentioned, as well as the X-Files. I would like to take a moment to add the fact that, although it was a tease, the M&S kiss was the most perfect moment in ‘shipper history!!
Dedication: To the kiss that will never happen...
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This Kiss (1/1)
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I watch the happy scene unfolding before my eyes. Frank Black is sitting in front of me with his daughter in his arms. I will never forget the look on his face when I told him that someone was here to see him, and then when the little girl came running in to be enfolded in his arms. As I watch them leave, Mulder appears at my side, his arm resting in a sling. Frank looks toward us once more, and I ask if he wants to stay and watch the ball drop to signal the New Year. He declines, looks at his daughter, and states that all he wants is to go home. Mulder and I smile, say goodbye, and turn to watch the TV screen above us.
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And the New Year arrives. I stare up at the screen, watching all the happy people in Times Square cheering and beginning the traditional “Auld Lang Syne”. A couple, sharing a kiss, flashes across the screen, and I watch, mesmerized. I see Mulder, out of the corner of my eye, sneaking a glance at me, gauging my reaction to the kissing couple, and the faintest smile touches my lips as I think that yet again, here is a chance for us. Will we take it? Or will it become another lost moment to add to our slowly growing list?
I have little time to ponder this as Mulder decides for us, taking me in his arms and, hesitantly, touching his lips to mine. The look I see in his eyes, in the moment before, is one of fear and longing, mixed with a great amount of the devil-may-care attitude I know him so well for. And then all reason leaves me as this tender kiss lasts for countless moments of eternity. The sole thought that I am able to grasp is that *this is our very first real, true kiss*. I kiss him back with equal tenderness, and what I thought would be a traditional New Year’s kiss between friends has turned out to be so much better.
We slowly break away and I open my eyes to stare into his, a soft smile playing across my lips. A slow, shy smile creeps across his own, as he quickly glances down, then back up to look at me again.
“Scully...the world didn’t end...”
I know he means so much more than the statement’s obvious one. Is it I who has pushed all hints of a relationship away, even though I want it more than anything? Have I really been acting as if my world would fall apart if we acknowledged our love and commitment to each other?
“No...it didn’t...”
I want to kiss him again, to feel his wonderful, soft lips upon mine once more...
“Happy New Year, Scully.”
“Happy New Year, Mulder.”
I smile, and he smiles back. I can’t express to him how happy and pleasantly surprised I am at this sudden display of affection that has taken so long in coming, so all I can do is smile some more, a soft blush tinting my cheeks. I feel like a giddy teenager again, and as he wraps his good arm around my shoulders, I feel a strange contentment overcome me. Leaning my head on his shoulder as we walk out, a flood of emotions hit me at full force as I realize what this kiss, this *first* kiss, signifies. So much has happened in the last few weeks, and now things are finally settling into something solid and strong, something stable that we can perhaps finally start building a relationship, better than our platonic one, on.
We walk out to my car, since I’ll be driving him home and around for awhile, until his arm heals. We climb in and I head for his apartment, neither of us speaking about the week’s events, or the one that has just taken place.
I arrive at his building, and his look makes me wonder if he has taken my silence the wrong way. I just can’t stop thinking about how wonderful that first kiss was, and if there will be any to follow, but I don’t know how to put these emotions into words. I stop the car and get out to open his door for him, then hold his hand as he slowly emerges. He looks down at my hand clasping his, and I release him as he starts for his door. I don’t know what to do, seeing as how I don’t want to just leave it all like this.
“Mulder...”
He stops and turns to face me, just as he is about to mount the stairs to the front door, and I slowly walk toward him. I stop about a pace in front of him, and we stand there, facing each other. My heart is pounding, but I will not let him leave like this, without some sort of closure.
Without allowing myself to form a second thought against it, I murmur, “Kiss me again, G-man...”
Joy flutters across his face as our lips meet again. This time, our kiss is more passionate and full of conviction, without a trace of the hesitation we felt before. I truly love him, and I know he loves me, but all that can wait for another time. For now, I can content myself with the feel of his lips against mine, and the knowledge of more kisses to come.
The End!!
“Since the beginning of mankind, there have been five kisses rated the most beautiful, the most passionate. This one left them all behind...”
~The Princess Bride~
“All this trouble just for a kiss from you, I’ll do it.”
~#40, Dave Matthews Band~
"I believe it's love that's hiding there in the shadows, in the darkness, maybe we'll shed a little light and it will shine...well love can not approach my tears that fall like rain 'cause you know, maybe my heart's into a thousand pieces..."
~Granny, Dave Matthews Band~
