Chapter 29. Part Two

Mulder pulled two fluffy pillows out of the closet and
met Scully in the small office.  He reached for the
cushions she was pulling off and stilled her movements
to get her eyes on him.  

"I'll do it.  Have a seat." Mulder said, brushing his
fingers across hers as she smiled appreciation.  

"Brian seems like a really nice guy.  He reminds me of 
my cousin from Atlanta.  Just so easy going and 
charasmatic.  And that accent..." Scully said,
staring at the bookcase in the small room.  

"Excuse me?" Mulder paused from disassemblng the 
couch bed to look at her with raised eyebrows.

Scully giggled and smiled a wide smile.  "I like southern
accents." 

"Yeah, I noticed." Mulder said with a roll of his eyes.  
"Alright, milady.  Your bed awaits." he said as he pulled
his grey sweater over his head, followed by his white
t-shirt.  

"That's not the only accents I like." Scully said in defense,
concern flashing in her eyes.  Mulder smiled, his back to her,
knowing she was afraid she had hurt his feelings.  

"No no, Scully.  That's fine.  You like what you like." 
Mulder said in mock defense, sliding a stoic look onto 
his face before he turned to face her.  

"Mulder...  I didn't mean anything..." Scully started but
was interupted by a hand up by Mulder as he slid into the
sheets after shucking off his jeans.  

"No need to make apology.  I get it."  He said, turning his
back to her as she stood by the bed, fully dressed. 
"Good night."

Mulder closed his eyes and used all of his will power to 
not start giggling under the covers.  It was several minutes
before he heard any movement behind him.  The rustle of 
clothes falling to the floor.  Her light footfalls walking
to the desk, the click of the lamp turning off.  

He felt the bed dip and her pause, fighting the urge to 
naturally snuggle into him.  She slid under the covers
and turned away from him, a deep sigh signaling that she 
had setteled into her space.  

Mulder waited several beats until he turned, noticing
her shoulders up around her ears in tense energy, 
instantly feeling a pange of guilt at teasing her 
so mercilessly.  But she so rarely slipped up...

Mulder slid his arm through the dip in her waist and 
pulled her back against him, her bare back and blue
panties flush against his bare chest and boxer shorts.

"Scully?"


"Yes?"

Mulder slid his chin up on her shoulder and took a deep
breath, reveling in the feel of her soft skin against
his own.  

"Now, if you want yer beloved to have a southern 
acc-ent, I can definitely accom-o-date your wishes,
my dear heart." he twanged in her ear, his voice
rising up and down as he spread his palm against her 
flat stomach.  

"Mulder!  I thought you were mad!" Scully said, turning
in his arms and relaxing visably.  "You are an ass." 
she said as he leaned up on and elbow over her.  Her
giggling was infectious and he found himself laughing
into her shoulder.  

"I couldn't help it.  I'm sorry.  You make it so easy, 
Scully."  he said looking back up at her with a smile. 
Mulder leaned in and kissed her lips slowly, feeling her 
hands slowly across his lower back.  

"We need to get to sleep, Mulder.  Sorry." she said, 
smacking his ass.  

"I know." Mulder gaver her another quick kiss and 
then flopped onto his back, pulling Scully into his side.
Scully draped her arm across his abs and expelled 
another deep breath.  

"Love you." she whispered over a yawn.  

"Love you, my little dandelion flower."

Scully was quiet for a few minutes. 

"You are making me hate southern accents."

"Mission accomplished."