Title: Step #7: So Much for Spontaneity
Author: Susan Frankovich
E-mail: sus...@ticnet.com or filesfa...@yahoo.com
Classification: vignette
Spoiler: post all things
Archive: No.
Disclaimer: These characters belong to each other,
not me.

Author's notes: This is the seventh in a series of
vignettes occurring late in season seven that
chronicle the start of Mulder and Scully's romantic
relationship.

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Step 7: So Much for Spontaneity
by Susan Frankovich
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"So you want to go back to my place, huh?" I say, finally
breaking our very pleasant kiss.

"Yes," she replies with blushing cheeks, though I'm not
sure if they're that way because of me or the cool chill
in the air.

Either way it's nice seeing her like this.

She's a different Scully than the one I left behind
when I went to England, that's for sure.

Shy, yet bold.  Confident, yet uncertain.  And sexy.

Oh yeah, definitely sexy.

"So, where's your car?" I ask, looking around me and
not seeing it anywhere.

"I parked it in the other parking lot, you know, the
one on the south side of the park, closer to your
apartment."

"That's over a mile from here, Scully," I say, amazed
that she walked all this way to find me.

"I know," she says simply.

"Well, I'm impressed," I say, noticing her clothes for
the first time since she got here. It's not often I get
to see her dressed so casually, and the sight of her
feet in white cuffed sports socks and Reeboks is more
than a little stimulating.  

"I didn't do it to impress you, Mulder," she says,
standing up from the bench. "I did it because we need
to talk."

Of course, I know she's right.  

We *do* need to talk, but still...she tells me she wants
to go to my place and we share a kiss in a public park,
and now all she wants to do is talk?

So much for spontaneity and sexy footwear.

Oh well, at least we seem to be moving forward now after
what happened between us last night, and that's more
than what we were doing just two days ago.

Standing up in front of her, my worn out Nikes toe to
toe with her bright white Reeboks, I brush my fingers
across her cheek and quietly say, "Okay Scully, let's
talk."

~step seven completed~

*Thank you for your wonderful response to
Step #6: The Scent of a Man.:)  Your kind
words are very much appreciated.:)

Steps Series (so far)

#1: The Unexpected Curve Ball
#2: The Realness of Red Hair
#3: The Power of the Shower
#4: Lonely Man Walking
#5: A Bad Case of Jet Lag
#6: The Scent of a Man
#7: So Much for Spontaneity