What Time? II:
By Jeannine Ackerson
Rating: PG for sexual situations.
Disclaimer: The X-Files belong to C.C., 1013 Prod. & FOX.
Relationship: MSR. So if you just "can't" believe that these two could feel like this about one another, please skip this.
Summary: When Scully gets spring fever, she persuades Mulder to play rather than work one afternoon.
Hi All! It's another time of day story. Mulder and Scully work too hard, don't you think? <g> Well I do, so I'm giving them the afternoon off. And you'll never guess how they end up using their time. <bg> Now, on to the show. . .
It was rare enough for them to be in one place for a long period of time, what with the cases they seemed to always pull. But somehow, as the first days of spring had arrived, they seemed to have been stuck in the basement office, hearing rather than seeing the sunshine and beginning of the new season.
For Special Agent Dana Scully, the fact that there was life and light outside, above the basement office they seemed to occupy during the daylight hours had her restless. After the long winter: months of snow, broken heaters, traveling in sleet and hail, freezing linoleum floors and frozen water pipes, she was ready for some warmth and fun.
She sighed as she looked over at her partner, Fox Mulder. He was up to his elbows in case folders, paper printouts, photos and books. He worked too hard. Of course, he was obsessed with the cases.
Right then and there she decided that they were going to go and get some sunshine and fresh air. *Even* if she had to *drag* him forcibly out of their office to do so.
Getting up from her desk, she walked over to stand beside his desk. After a minute, he glanced up at her and cursorily regarded her in a second and then let his eyes light back on the page he was reading.
She groaned inwardly. Obviously it was going to be a challenge to get him to go along with her on this one. But she'd always loved a challenge. . . and this was no exception.
"Mulder," Scully said, leaning on Mulder's desk and peering down over the file in his hand to look him in the eyes. "What do you say we take the rest of the day off?"
"Scully," he nearly whined, then took in her expression. She looked so relaxed. Just the thought of taking the rest of the day off had her glowing. And who was he to deny Dana Scully? Not like he ever had before. . . But he had such an interesting case for them. A bunch of beheadings in New York City, and stories of sword fights. Awww. . .
"Oh come on Mulder. We can go to the park or something. Walk along the Potomac, whatever. . . just so we get out of *here*," she said with thinly veiled disgust.
At least when they were traveling, she got to be outdoors part of the time. She didn't think she was meant to be cooped up and stationary for too long. Too much of her Navy brat past, she guessed.
Mulder stared at her for another couple of minutes, frowning slightly in opposition at the idea. Or at least he was giving her the impression that he was uninterested in the idea.
The truth was that he had been longing to spend time with his partner in an 'unofficial' capacity for a long while. And this was just the kind of thing he'd had in mind. It was lighthearted and fun. Going off for the day on the spur of the moment.
Just the kind of thing that lovers might do.
Ah, stop thinking like that Mulder, he reminded himself lightly. But he really *did* want to get out. . .
"Alright Scully," he announced with a lopsided grin. "Let's go."
At that she graced him with a bright smile, reached down with both hands and hauled him out of his chair. He started to turn back for his suit jacket, but she stopped him, glaring at him a bit.
"No," she said simply, then pushed him towards the door while she stopped long enough to pull her jacket off, laying it on her chair. "We'll come back for them."
"What about?" he started, pointing at her service weapon at her back. Her eyes caught the movement, and looked at what he was gesturing at.
Frustrated with this reminder of their real lives and the rules and regulations that they had to follow, she scanned the room looking for a solution. Spying the file cabinet, she turned to Mulder and stuck her hand out to him, palm up.
"Hand it over. We can go a few hours without getting into trouble, can't we?" she questioned.
Silently he pulled his weapon from its place at his waist and pressed it into her hand. She then moved over to the cabinet and placed first his, then her own weapon in the drawer at the top, closed then locked it.
"Alright now, it's just you and me and a glorious day," she said happily as she moved quickly to his side. "Let's go enjoy it."
Then they were out the door and on the street, intent on enjoying the afternoon.
As they walked along the streets of D.C., luxuriating in the weather and the company, Scully spotted something that sparked her imagination. A toy store.
Nearly pulling Mulder's arm off, Scully dragged him behind her into the toy store without a word. She knew if she was going to find what she was looking for it probably would be hidden in the back of the store. If she said a word to him about where they were going, he probably would balk at the idea. Plus she didn't want to spoil the surprise for Mulder until they got inside.
"What are we doing in here Scully?" Mulder asked as she herded him past the penguins on the slide and moving stuffed animal displays and towards the stairs to the second level.
"We're looking for a kite Mulder," she replied distractedly as she headed up the stairs behind her partner. She knew that they shoved those things in the corners of the second floor in places like this because they didn't sell as much.
The weather was just windy enough, and if she could find one, they would have a chance to fly a kite like she used to do when she was a kid.
On the upper floor of the shop they found a small display of kites and other accessories. Digging through a stack of them, she pulled loose a red and black kite. It reminded her of the old diamond shaped ones her brothers used to make out of newspaper and twigs. Except this one was much better made.
He looked at her incredulously, noting the way she carefully looked over the available kites and chose one for its design rather than appearance. Going for maneuverability, huh Scully? he thought to himself. Something about that idea appealed to him in a deeper sense than he was willing to admit to.
She glanced his way and saw the expression of bemusement on his face. She couldn't help but laugh. Somehow it didn't surprise her. Something about Mulder had always given her the impression that he wasn't one of those boys who had flown kites much when he was younger. Ah, but that just meant that she got to re-teach him.
"So, are you certain this couldn't have been identified as one of your UFO sightings Mulder," she joked, handing the kite to him. Then she went about hunting for some string.
"I'm certain Scully. The red color would have been a dead giveaway, I think," he replied just as sarcastically.
Carefully he tucked the kite under his arm as he watched her dig through a bin for spools of string. Leaning over, he got a great view of her backside as she dug deep into the large, foot deep box on the central stand.
Finally she came up in triumph with a spool of string on a red spindle. She waved it before him, bringing him out of the catatonic state her bent over form had induced him into.
"All set?" he asked in a semi-amused tone.
"As soon as we go and pay for this, we'll be on our way," she said with a smile that would have melted the polar ice caps.
Trudging down the stairs, she went directly to the register, plopped the reel of string down and pointed over her shoulder at Mulder holding the kite.
"We'll take these," she told the woman behind the counter, who gave them a look and rung up the items, then ran Scully's charge card. Minutes later they were back on the street with their new activity for the day in hand.
"So where are we going flying?" Mulder asked as they walked along the Potomac, the kite tucked under his arm. He felt a little silly about doing this, but he couldn't resist the idea of going kite flying with Scully.
"I was thinking about on the mall," she replied with a smirk.
His eyebrows raised, and he couldn't help but smile. He'd never thought of that. God knew that he'd seen skateboarders and rollerbladers and joggers there, but couldn't remember seeing anyone flying a kite.
Scully looked at him as he thought about it. She had seen some kids out there once, and with the wind whipping through the corridor of trees, she knew that they'd have a good shot of keeping the kite aloft for quite a while. That, and it wasn't far from where they were.
"Besides Mulder, wouldn't it be nice to do what your superiors have been asking you to do for years?" she said innocently.
"Like what?" he asked with a slight confused look to his face.
"'Go fly a kite'," she replied with a smirk. He gave her a half-hearted stern glare and then smiled at her. "Anyway, we're here, so what do you say?"
Around them, Mulder noted the people walking along the paved areas, then the grassy sections near the tree line. Shrugging, he walked over to the grass, and held the kite out to her. She followed and instead of taking the kite, she tied the string to the cross bars of wood and unwound some string.
A gust of wind hit Mulder in the face, and nearly shoved the kite into him. At that he decided that it was time to set their captive flyer free, and looked to Scully again.
"Ok, let her go!" she announced as another gust past her, and he hurled the kite upwards, catching the breeze and rising up into the sky.
Letting out some more string, the kite flew higher, and Scully reveled in the feeling of control, even if she really didn't have any. The kite was at the mercy of the wind. Just like her emotions seemed to be with Mulder.
At that, she noted that he'd come over to stand beside her, seemingly content to just watch the kite and be with her. Without a second thought she handed the spool over to him, giving him a look that communicated to him almost too many things.
Before he fully had the spool in hand, the kite caught an updraft, nearly yanking the string out of Mulder's hands. He held on, even though he slightly lost his balance, stumbling into Scully.
"Careful," she admonished with a smile.
He smiled back apologetically, and then refocused his attention on the kite. . . and off his feelings towards his partner.
Their kite sailed through the air, catching on the wind currents and flying higher and higher. Scully couldn't remember the last time she'd felt so relaxed and genuinely happy. And part of her knew without a doubt that it was because of the man beside her.
Noting Mulder's uncertainty at taking some control, Scully leaned over and tugged on the string, making the kite dance in the air. Mulder stood stock still as she did it, but all he could concentrate on was the feel of her arms laid over his. At the same time, Scully's mind was starting to admit what her heart knew already, but she hurriedly pulled her thoughts away from some very inappropriate desires she had for her partner just in time to notice the wind dying down. . .
Then suddenly the wind was gone, and the kite began to plummet. Horrified, they both raced to catch the kite before it smashed to the ground. They split up, then circled, both coming closer to where they thought the landing site would be.
"Wait, I've got. . ." she said.
"I'll get it. . ." he announced.
They would have been fine except that the two agents had been so focused on the kite, they hadn't even realized that they were headed straight for each other. Suddenly they collided as the kite fluttered away and smashed several feet away. It was only then that they gained a moment to assess the damage.
They both looked over and saw that the kite was a mangled mess, but they weren't much better off. Scully was half on Mulder and he was lying flat on his back, their bodies tangled together as they lay on the grass.
"Uh. . . " Mulder murmured, the feeling of Scully pressed up against him was affecting his equilibrium.
Scully was having her own problems as he moved one of his legs, pressing his well toned body into hers.
"Mulder. . ." she trailed off, not sure of what to say. All she knew was that for as strange as it was, having Mulder's body pressed against hers like this was the most natural and wonderful feeling she'd ever experienced.
"Scully, I need you to help me if I'm going to get up," he said in a half-hearted sounding voice.
There was a long pause, longer than Mulder would have expected. The truth was that he'd figured his partner would have scrambled up and out of his arms in a second. But she hadn't.
She stayed there, her hands around and on him, their legs tangled and she didn't seem like she *wanted* to move.
"Do you want to get up?" she asked quietly, and a bit nervously.
The tone of her voice rippled though him like a shock wave. There was such anxiety and hopefulness in her voice all at once. She was looking for a reason not to get up, and was looking to him to give it to her. He didn't even have to think about it, and he proceeded to tighten his grip on her body.
"No, not really," he answered in a tone that set her heart on fire.
They both knew that they were in serious trouble. They'd inadvertently crossed over the line and it seemed that they didn't want to go back.
Scully knew it wasn't a conscious decision on her part to lean in closer to Mulder. It just. . . it was like her head was too heavy to stay up, and her lips were being magnetically attracted to his. Then she saw him coming up to meet her, and then there was no more thinking.
Once their lips touched, there was nothing but them. The people going past, the birds overhead, the cars zooming along. . . everything disappeared. All Mulder was certain of hearing was his heart pounding in his chest in time with Scully's.
Only after what had seemed like an eternity did they break their contact. Then they stared at each other in semi-shock which quickly faded to embarrassment and smiles of happiness.
"I think we should continue our day off somewhere else, before we get arrested," Mulder remarked humorously, even if it felt less like a joke and more like a serious possibility if he got any more kisses like *that* one.
"That sounds like a really good idea. Your place or mine?" she replied as she carefully pushed herself into a standing position, reaching down to catch his hands.
Once he was upright, he looped his arms around her waist, not wanting her out of sight or grasp.
"How about we decide that after we walk back to the office. We need to get our things. Then we can go wherever you like."
"Sounds like a plan G-man," she replied, reaching up and giving him another kiss, that he instantly turned more than simple.
Breaking the seal of their lips, she gave him a smile and then pulled away, going to retrieve the fallen kite. Packing it up in her arms, she felt Mulder come up and put his hand to her back, heading them back the way they'd come.
"So, are you glad you took the afternoon off?" she asked, looking up at him.
"Most definitely Scully," he replied at a whisper. "Most definitely."
Well, two down now and I still have no idea more to go. Any 'time' suggestions everyone? <g> J.
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