I could see...

I could see him in all of these different places, all of these different situations, and discover something new and so strangely alluring about him. I might catching him reading something, and just want to touch his face. It might be in the car, driving somewhere, and I just want to take his hand while he drives. And all of those random, wordless moments, when I can't help but smile at him.

Every now and then I just get stuck... staring. That man—everything about him seems so dangerous to me. I can't get caught staring at his face. I can't get caught staring at his eyes. I can't touch him for too long, can't let myself linger on him in any way. Yet I do. All the time.

Right now, he's standing at the motel window, hands on his hips, just like he's done so many times before now. So many hotel rooms, so many cases he's mused about, angry because of some twist in a case. Something that happened. He ponders so deeply. Takes everything so seriously.

He turns around and catches me staring. At the back of his trousers, this time. I can only wonder what he's thinking as I bring my hand up to cover my mouth. To cover my indiscretion.

I know he's done the same thing to me—staring—so many times. And I don't know what to do with it. With that chance he give me ever time, like one of our unspoken questions. It is one of our unspoken questions. He's saying to me "Here, I'm giving it to you, this choice. The ball is in your court. It's up to you, Scully."

And every time, I take that gift, and I put it back. I move on to some topic of mundane conversation. I take it, and I give it away.

"Are you okay, Scully?" He asked. His eyes were sparkling. He was staring at me, laughing.

"What?" I wasn't going to... I couldn't give it away. I couldn't turn that gift away again. I had grown so tired of denying all of this. He looks so great in a white shirt, unbuttoned.

"You, Agent Scully, were staring at me." Oh, he was walking over towards me and my chair. And my laptop. And supposedly my work.

"I was doing no such thing, Mulder." His eyes were on me. Those green eyes were laughing at me.

"What were you stating at? Did I sit on something?" And he turned around, trying to check something on his ass.

"No! No, Mulder." I was laughing, then.

"Then what were you staring at, Scully?" He leaned his hands down on the arm of the chair. His face was so close mine. I tried my best to bite back another laugh, but ended up covering my mouth again.

"Um." I didn't mean to laugh. I really didn't. But I couldn't stop it. Something inside of me was just bubbling over. I felt like I was free. I had finally made this decision, and it set me free.

That laughter in his green eyes was turning into something less joyful. It was only starting to change, though. As I saw that doubt forming in his eyes, I just went for it. What could the harm have been? How long had he been taunting and spouting that innuendo at me?

So, I grabbed the back of his head and kissed him. On his lips.

It was just a quick peck, but he just stood there staring at me. I saw his eyes flicker to my lips, and couldn't stop that small laugh again.

"I was staring at your ass."

And then, I could see Mulder blush.