Mulder chewed thoughtfully on a sunflower seed, then carefully spat the shell into his hand, languidly letting it drop to the floor, where it joined the mound that had already been accumulating. Scully pursed her lips in disapproval.
“Scully …,” he began.
“If we’re going to take another cross-country drive, and end up in some cornfield, I’d better get my epi pen. Since that bee sting … remember that?”
Mulder grinned at her. “You bet. One minute, we were exchanging saliva…”
Scully sighed. “Next thing I know, I wake up in a fish tank, with a tube down my throat. It’s enough to make someone phobic about kissing.”
“Gee, Scully! Well, I was going to ask you if you wanted to fool around, but I’m guessing the answer is … whoa, let me consult the magical sunflower seed…”
Scully walked over to Mulder’s desk, hoisted herself onto it, and began playing seductively with her little gold crucifix.
“Speaking as a scientist, when a woman’s chest and face is flushed, and her pupils are dilated, the answer is likely to be a yes,” she remarked, staring pointedly into his eyes.
Mulder grinned at her, then dropped another shell onto the pile, before pulling her down onto his lap.
Scully coyly brushed a bit of shell from his lower lip before leaning in for the kiss. When she broke away, Mulder inhaled deeply.
“Now it’s your turn,” she cooed, looping a slim finger into the Windsor knot of his flying-saucer- patterned tie. He buried his fingers in her neatly-coiffed hair and pulled her close.
Suddenly, they both smelled cigarette smoke, and simultaneously turned towards the door.
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