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   Jacquie Sabatier to All   
   xfc: FF: Play Ball 1/? (1/4)   
   10 Nov 08 19:50:37   
   
   From: colbysgurl@shaw.ca   
      
   Authors: Jacquie and Sassy   
      
      
      
   Category: MSR Romance   
      
      
      
   Summary: A post episode fiction for "The Unnatural"   
      
      
      
   Rating: I guess M   
      
      
      
      
      
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   Mulder whispered softly in Scully's ear as she finally stopped swinging the   
   bat. "So did I do good?"   
      
   Scully bit her lip against the first response to that question. Instead, she   
   quirked an eyebrow. "Do good at what?" She hoped he didn't feel the shiver   
   that went through her with him being so close.   
      
   "Come on, Scully..." Mulder laughed softly. "Your present."   
      
   Scully wrinkled her nose teasingly. "Well, G-Man, I did have my heart set on   
   those new pumps." She couldn't resist grinning at him.   
      
   "Ha! Ha!" Mulder teased. He smiled at her again. "Come on. One more swing."   
      
   Scully didn't want to lose contact...not just yet. So she wasn't about to   
   protest or argue with Muller's suggestion.   
      
   "One more swing.."   
      
   "Alright, poor boy. Let her fly!" Mulder instructed the kid at the ball   
   machine.   
      
   Scully found it difficult not to think about where Mulder's hands were. He   
   heard the ball come out of the machine and helped her to swing hard. They   
   both missed and somehow ended up on the ground. Scully was straddling him.   
   Mulder chuckled.   
      
   "Well. If that's what you want for your birthday, all you had to do was   
   ask."   
      
   "God..." Scully scrambled off Mulder, blushing furiously.   
      
   Mulder grabbed her hips to keep her still. "Hey..." He tucked a strand of   
   hair behind her ears. "It's okay."   
      
   Still embarrassed, Scully buried her face in his chest. She found herself   
   inhaling his scent. She closed her eyes. A soft sigh escaped her lips.   
      
   Mulder lifted her chin. "You want to go back to my place?"   
      
   But that means leaving your arms..."Sure," Scully said softly.   
      
   "I got beer...we can order pizza...watch a little space invasion movie..."   
   Perfect night Mulder thought And you'll be with me.   
      
   "Yeah, that's romantic," Scully blurted. She tried to backpedal, but Mulder   
   wouldn't let her. Before she knew it, she was back in his arms again.   
      
   Mulder nuzzled her neck softly and asked, "You want romance, Miss Scully?"   
      
   Scully's body relaxed against his. "I just want to be with you," she told   
   him.   
      
   Mulder helped her stand and dusted them both off. "I just have to pay him.   
   Then we'll be on our way. Okay?"   
      
   "Okay." Scully watched Mulder walk away. Great. Now you have him running   
   scared. After a moment of looking up at the sky, she joined him again.   
      
   Mulder slipped his hand into hers and then moved them toward the gate and   
   his car. "We can come back for your car...in the morning."   
      
   Scully felt a hard lump at the meaning behind Mulder's words...but then she   
   realized that she wanted to be with him all night...then she wished it was   
   longer than just all night. She looked down at their entwined fingers, then   
   smiled up at him.   
      
   Mulder knew in that moment that he hadn't overstepped and that she wanted   
   this as much as he did. "Do you need anything?"   
      
   "Nothing much... just a change of clothes and my toothbrush. Five minutes,"   
   Scully promised. She reached up to touch his cheek.   
      
   "You have a change of clothes at my place...and we can get you a new   
   toothbrush." He wanted to feel her close to him.   
      
   Scully had forgotten about the clothes she had left at his apartment.   
   "Always one step ahead of me," she said softly.   
      
   Mulder shook his head. "Not usually." He opened the passenger side door. He   
   kissed her cheek.   
      
   Scully's hand reached over to take Mulder's hand, waiting to see if he would   
   hold it. He squeezed her fingers and said softly, "I'll just stop right up   
   here..at the Qwikey Mart. Get you a toothbrush."   
      
   "If you wanted we could get a six pack of iced tea."   
      
   Mulder shook his head. "Have that at home too."   
      
   "You came prepared, didn't you?" Scully teased.   
      
   Mulder smiled over at her. "Maybe.."   
      
   They made their stop and then headed to Mulder's apartment. He opened the   
   door for her. "Make yourself at home."   
      
   Scully sank into his couch. Then she patted the sea beside her. "Come on,   
   G-Man, take a load off."   
      
   Mulder shook his head. "Stop calling me that." He sat down beside her and   
   slipped his arms around her shoulders. He pulled her close and kissed her   
   temple.   
      
   Scully snuggled into his chest again, closing her eyes with a sigh. "Would   
   you hold it against me if I said I don't want to leave?" she whispered.   
      
   "Not in this lifetime. Not in any lifetime." Mulder kissed her forehead and   
   closed his eyes. "Would you hold it against me...for wanting you to never   
   leave?"   
      
   "I'd say we were on the same line of thought...that we should be picking out   
   China patterns."   
      
   "We should..." Mulder looked over at her. "We've known each other for a long   
   time."   
      
   Scully smiled encouragingly. "You mean get married?" she asked softly,   
   hoping the question wouldn't be pushing it.   
      
   Mulder smirked. "When we're ready I mean."   
      
   Scully's face fell. "Right."   
      
   "How's tomorrow?" He closed his eyes and swallowed hard before looking over   
   at her.   
      
   Mulder.." Scully whispered. She struggled to find her voice. "Are you sure?"   
      
   Mulder nodded. "If you don't want..."   
      
   "Mulder, I'd marry you today..." Scully started softly, reaching out for his   
   arm. Her hand trailed up to his face. "But if you feel uncomfortable with   
   the whole idea, I'm not going anywhere. I'll wait till you're ready."   
      
   Mulder shook his head. "I suggested it, didn't I?"   
      
   "You did," Scully said softly. "I just don't want to make you do something   
   you don't want to."   
      
   Mulder moved onto his knees between her legs. "You aren't making me do   
   anything."   
      
   "Mulder get back up here." Scully took him by the hand and pulled him back   
   onto the couch.   
      
   "I've just. I've waited too long to be like this." Mulder took his face in   
   her hands. "I love you, Scully...Dana."   
      
   "I know. I love you too," she whispered.   
      
   Mulder kissed her mouth gently. She tasted so sweet. Scully whimpered softly   
   as her hands went to his hair. Slowly at first she eased her tongue into his   
   mouth.   
      
   Feeling Mulder shiver, she soothed him with her hands. "I know. It's okay."   
      
   He kissed her again. "We could move to the bedroom."   
      
   "Only if you want to," Scully whispered before finding herself being lifted   
   into Mulder's arms.   
      
      
      
      
      
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Authors: Jacquie and Sassy
       
       Category: MSR Romance
       
       Summary: A post episode fiction for "The Unnatural"
       
       Rating: I guess M
       
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