Title: Where Do We Go From Here? (1/1)
Author: Nadine :)
Archive: Please!! Just lemme know alright?
Email: yayoi@animepalace.zzn.com
Category: Post-Episode/MSR implied/Scully POV/V
Spoilers: Millennium (even though I have only seen the last scene)
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The drive home from Scully's view

Disclaimer: Just borrowed, but they'll be returned ASAP (fingers
crossed)

Author's Note: I just wrote this like ten minutes ago after watching
that KISS over and over. This is my two cents to it.

Enjoy <3

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Where Do We Go From Here? (1/1)
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Here we are, in our rental car, with Mulder half awake on 
the passenger side and me sitting in the driver's seat like 
I've melted into it, barely in a condition to navigate us, 
unable to speak or move, or breathe. 

How much time has passed? I don't know. I don't care. 
There is only one thing that matters.

He just kissed me. On the lips.

I can't even remember what happened just before he leaned in. 
Was I watching the TV? I guess so. Then I felt him turning 
towards me and the next thing I  knew was that he was about 
to press his lips onto mine. 

And  I let him do it. Without a second thought. Let him do it. 
Accepted it, willingly. Enjoyed it? Oh yes, if you can call it 
that when the room around you starts to move, your head begins 
to spin and every little nerve ending in your body seems to 
have wandered right into your lips, the lips that he touched 
with his so tenderly. Had come so close to me, had pushed his 
face and mouth into mine and given me the sweetest New Year's 
kiss I ever received.

That was a lie. Not everything I felt was in my lips. 
I had that pleasant, aroused tinge there for a moment. 
Right there. Not that I'm complaining. Nothing has felt 
any better in a long while.

And Mulder, don't think I missed your tongue. Yes, I felt it 
when you tried to sneak in. I was about to respond with a snog 
of mine when you pulled away, suddenly. A rush of fear, insecurity  
I guess. I can't blame you. How could I ever? 

Of course I also understood what you said to me right after. 
No, make that *after staring at me, grinning like an idiot, 
probably grinning just like I was*. I don't mean the words 
you spoke but what you told, or rather asked me with them-- 

Now I almost drove past my place, but I managed to pull 
around and get us into the parking lot safely. My place.
Mulder will be staying here tonight. I don't want him to 
be alone just yet-- I'm speaking of the broken arm, of course. 

Gathering all strength left in me, I get up, exit the 
car and somehow wake him and walk him into the building.
He is groggy, halfway asleep but when we are in front of 
my door he seems to have recovered-- for whatever reason. 

I take a deep breath before I turn the key in the lock, 
the opening of the door being my decision to accept whatever 
might be coming toward me, toward *us*, when we have closed 
it behind us. 

No Mulder, the world didn't end. It rather began all anew tonight.