Title:  Rushing Headlong
Author:  FoxfireX and Girlie Girl7
Rating: PG-13 for naughty words and bad girl
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Classification:  Angst to MSR
Spoilers:  Rush
Disclaimer:  Ohhh please, like anyone would
    Pay us to read this.
Authors note:  GG and I decided some time ago
to get together and crank out some ff.  We
play well together in the chat room, so we figured
'we can do this'.  We are long time fans of
Char and Tess and wanted to be like them.
Unfortunately for us (and you) we soon learned
that Char and Tess we are not. Think, Laverne and Shirley
and you have us pegged.  So, keeping that in
mind, on with the show.

--
Leaving Pittsfield, VA

"Did you see his face, Scully?"  The silence in
the car was more than Mulder could bear.

"Tony's?  Yeah, I did, what of it?"

"He looked so, I don't know, bored."

"He's a teenager stuck in a hospital bed,
Mulder, of course he's bored."

"No, I mean bored with living.  Bored with
everything around him.  I think he will
have a harder time shaking off the effects
of his experience than we thought."

Scully sighed.  She felt tired and at the
moment, old.  She didn't relish the feeling.
"Maybe, but I still think it has something
to do with being young and too full of
energy."

"You're not old, Scully."  He slid his eyes
over her appreciatively.

"Thanks, Mulder."

"I, however, am feeling too old for this shit,
and I need a meal."  Mulder guided the bureau
car into the parking lot of Denny's.  She
hated Denny's, but he had a hankering for
a grand slam.

"Up for some oatmeal and toast, Mulder?"

"I might be old and stupid, Scully, but I
do not eat old."  She laughed quietly as
she followed him into the restaurant.

Large Marge seated them in their green
vinyl booth and took their drink order.
Scully shifted, hoping to get the spring out
of her ass and picked up their conversation
where they left off.

"Really, Mulder.  So you feel old?"  She looked
at him over the rim of her coffee cup.  If she
only knew how his gut tightened every time she
did that.

"Sometimes."  Large Marge gathered up their
menus.  There was going to be some serious
slammin' coming Mulder's way.  Scully was going
with a salad.

"You aren't too old to have noticed Chastity."

"I did not."  She giggled at his haughty tone.

"It's funny, too, Mulder I noticed she was checking
out your butt."  Mulder choked on his
coffee.

"Scully!"  He grabbed his napkin, sopping
up the hot liquid dripping down his chin.
"She was not checking out my butt."

"Yes, yes she was.  They all do, Mulder, don't
be so thick."

His mouth hung open, his eyes were bugging
out and for a moment there, Scully was
pretty sure he forgot to breathe.

"I am not thick, thank you.  I just have no
idea what you're talking about."

"Close your mouth, Mulder, before you catch
a fly.  You are an attractive man, at any
age females figure it out.  It's not exactly
a secret."  His mouth closed with a snap.

They leaned back, eye contact breaking as their
food arrived.  Scully dug in her salad like
a starving woman.  Mulder uncharacteristically
pushed food from one side of his plate to
the other.  He sat quietly in deep thought for
a few minutes, then sat his fork down with
a clatter, causing Scully to look up from her
food.

"Scully, do you think I'm attractive?"

Scully fidgeted with her napkin.  "This is
not about me, Mulder, but yes, I do."  He
looked so relieved at her confession that
she smiled.

For his part, Mulder was beginning to like the
turn this conversation was taking.  He pushed
his plate aside and leaned closer to her.
"So, what is it about me that you find
attractive?" His voice lowered to that deep,
warm timbre that always made her insides turn
to jelly.

"It's not one thing, Mulder..."

"Oh, so it's the whole package, the entire
bill of goods, the whole nine yards..."

"Shut up, Mulder."  He leaned back in his
seat, smiling at her discomfiture.

"Max did say you must have been a Betty, back
in the day."

"Mulder, I do not need some snot nosed kid
calling me a Betty."

"Back in the day."  He winked at her, enjoying
teasing her.  She loved him like this, when the
weight of the world didn't rest so squarely
on his shoulders.

"Mulder!  I am not that old!"

"Oh, I get it, you don't want to be a Betty,
you want to be a Brittany."

"Yeah, that's right, all boobs and no talent."

"But Scully, you have talent, I heard you sing
before.  And it wasn't just because I was listening
from your lap."

"Oops I did it again.."  Scully's sickeningly sweet
voice caused Mulder's face to wrinkle up in
self defense.  He lifted his coffee cup to his
lips.

"Maybe you better stay with bull frogs, Scully."
She rewarded him with a blinding smile, her
blue eyes slicing through him, touching his heart.

"Maybe you better pick up the check, to get
yourself out of the doghouse, buddy."  She
slid the tab to his side of the table.

Mulder sighed and opened his wallet, Scully was
sure it creaked from non-use.
 

--Later-again in the damn car-
 

Night had fallen as they neared Scully's apartment.
Mulder was unwilling to let this issue drop
between them.  They had dropped so much in the
last seven years.  He parked the car and got out
opening the rear door to retrieve her bag.

"Coffee, Mulder?"  Scully closed her door, pulling
her purse over her shoulder.

"Sure, after you."

Following her into her building, he watched the
back of her head.  The bob of her hair with each
step she took was fascinating him.  And besides,
watching anything else bob as she walked was
bound to get him in deep shit.

She opened her door, tossing her keys and purse
on the sofa table.  Mulder shut the door behind
them, turning the lock.  He was always so cautious
with her safety in her apartment.  Maybe she would
move.  So many memories, so many of them bad for
him.  He wouldn't ask her, though.  She would
balk at the suggestion.

He shrugged his coat, loosened his tie and flopped
on the sofa.  She kicked off her shoes, tossed her
coat and suit jacket and headed to the kitchen.
She put together her coffee pot and pulled out
some muffins from the fridge.  Mulder sat
and listened to her homey noises and smelled
the coffee brewing, the muffins warming in
microwave.  He could get very used to this,
it made him feel a void in his life he didn't
realize was there.  Someone to be at home
with.  Someone to take care of him, to care
for.

He closed his eyes, dropping his head on the
back of the sofa and dozed off.  Scully found
him there, mouth slightly open and a peaceful
look on his face.  She sat the tray with the
mugs and the muffins down on the coffee table,
and smiled indulgently at him.

Hoping he would doze for a bit, Scully tip
toed to her bedroom, grabbing a change of
clothes and hit the shower.  The hot water
released the tension in her shoulders she
always suffered from after long car trips.
She pulled on her panties and sweat pants,
deciding to go braless under her T-shirt.

By the time she made it back to the sofa,
Mulder had discovered she was gone and sat
up rubbing his eyes.  She curled her legs
under her and sat next to him.

"So, Scully, would you want to go back, if
you could, be young again?"  He smiled
sleepily at her, laying his cheek against
the back of the sofa, facing her.

"Hm, well that depends, be young or go
back in time, they could be two separate
things."

"Okay, go back in time, to your youth.  If
you could, would you?"

She smiled and laid her cheek on the back
of the sofa, too.  Facing him she spoke
softly. "No."

"Why not?"  His voice had dropped to a whisper,
too.

"Because, I wouldn't have you in my life."
That was it.  The opportunity for them both
had arrived.  Now or never, so to speak and Mulder
chose now.  He closed the distance between
them, his hands coming up to frame her face,
skimming through her damp hair.  She smiled
at him, without tears this time, and leaned to
meet him halfway.

Their lips met, softly at first, the with
increasing pressure, growing desperation,
crashing need.  Scully shifted her body toward
him, drawn by the heat radiating from him.
Mulder's right hand slid from her hair,
down her side to grasp her waist, pulling
her closer, almost to his lap.

"Mulder, let's go to the bedroom."  His
mouth dropped open once more, as she
rose from the sofa pulling his hand.

He got to his feet, allowing her to push
him toward her bedroom, she following
behind, holding his hand.  As she lagged
behind, Mulder looked over his shoulder
at her, worried that she was having
second thoughts.

"Something wrong?"

"Just checking out your butt.  Why should
young blonde bimbos have all the fun?"

--
end

Ok, that was actually just the beginning, but
we haven't ventured into co-authoring smut
yet.