Bright and warm Saturday morning sunlight floated through Dana Scully’s apartment. Said Dana Scully had curled up on her couch, enjoyed a second cup of coffee after a good night’s sleep and let her thoughts reflect the past two weeks.
The past two weeks with Mulder. She almost had a hard time to believe it still. But I want to believe, she thought, and chuckled, despite of herself.
Once they both had allowed themselves to step over that invisible line that had always kept them apart no matter how close they had been, she felt lighter. Happier. Like some last piece had clicked into place. Well… maybe the last but one. They had shared more than a few kisses by now, had steamed up the windows of his car with a long, passionate goodbye just two days ago, necking like teenagers, but they hadn’t spent the night together yet.
Her mind wandered back to their very first kiss, on their second date. They had been at Mulder’s, sharing take-out and beer while watching “The ‘Burbs” (his choice) on TV, socked feet propped up on the coffee table.
The space between them had miraculously diminished over the course of the evening, and by the time Mark Rumsfield fell from the roof of his house during his observation mission, their shoulders were all but touching.
Nudging her shoulder lightly with his, Mulder said, “Hey Scully, what’s your favorite color?”
Surprised, she turned to him. “My favorite color?”
“Yeah. I just realized I have no idea what it is.”
“It’s turquoise with a touch of blue,” she answered.
Mulder shifted his position to look at Scully. “Really? That’s it?”
“Yes. It reminds me of the sea, of waves crashing on the shore under a blue sky.”
“That’s what your eyes remind me of”, Mulder said gently.
Scully lifted her eyebrows, not having expected this, but liking where this was going.
“The blue of your eyes is endless, just like the sea and she sky,” Mulder went on, his eyes never leaving hers. “I could so easily get lost in them… When you look at me, it feels like you can see right through to my soul. My soul and my heart. And you’re the only one I trust with both.”
Touched and momentarily at a loss for words, she reached for his hand and gave it a light squeeze. Mulder linked his fingers with hers. The mood in the room had changed; the air all but crackled with a tension that wasn’t awkward but promising.
Inch by inch, they moved in on each other. They closed their eyes simultaneously, and the split seconds before their lips touched for the very first time seemed to stretch into minutes. When they finally closed the gap between them, time stood completely still. They were tentative at first, tasting each other for the first time, but soon their kiss deepened. They explored each other with passion, finally breaking apart after what seemed like an eternity.
Scully remembered her first thought after that kiss word for word: That was divine.
They had looked at each other, smiles playing on their lips, and reached for each other again. While Dr. Werner Klopek attacked Ray Peterson on TV and expressing his want for his skull, Scully and Mulder forgot everything around them.
Scully smiled over the pleasant memory. Her coffee had long gone cold.
She took a trip down the stairs to retrieve her mail. In her box, she found a blue envelope among the usual annoying ad-flyers and invoices.
It wasn’t just blue though; it was turquoise with a touch of blue. She felt a flutter in her stomach and hurried back upstairs.
There was no address on the envelope, just “Scully” in Mulder’s distinctive scrawl. She sliced it open and retrieved a card. It had a picture of a drawn lighthouse on it. The lighthouse, painted in red and blue, stood on a small island surrounded by the sea. Close to the shore, a little sailboat was floating on the water.
Her heart made a jump as she unfolded the card. In it, Mulder had written:
“You’re the light of my life, Scully, probably since you first walked into that basement office of ours. You guide me through the darkness. You anchor me, and make me a better man.”
She almost teared up as his words sunk in. Fox Mulder sure knew how to make an impression.
They had planned to see each other that night: pizza and sci-fi-marathon on TV. Well, showing up a little early couldn’t hurt. She got in her car and drove down to Hegal Place, Alexandria.
“Scully. Hey.” His smile was genuine, but for a second, she wondered if it was a good idea to come barging in on him like this.
“Hey. I, uhm, got your card and it was so lovely that I wanted to come by earlier than we agreed on and say thanks but if this is a bad time…” She was babbling, she knew but couldn’t stop.
His smile grew even wider. “No no, come on in. You liked it?” he asked, sounding so proud that she almost laughed out loud.
It was her turn to smile. “Yes. I did. Thank you, Mulder.” She stood up on tip-toes and kissed him softly on the lips.
“You know, I’m not exactly… good at this kind of stuff. But I might be getting the hang of it.”
“You’re actually doing quite well.”
She slung her arms around his neck and pulled him towards her for a long, passionate kiss. Her tongue searched his hungrily, and she pushed him towards the couch.