Game Over

By Me

Disclaimer: I do not own Mulder and Scully.

Author Note: This was created on a boring day in Study Hall. It is my first attempt at first person. It is from Scully's point of view by the way. Any tips and comments are welcome.

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I am in love with my partner. It's been six stinking years and we haven't so much as kissed! What am I thinking? I have to stop this. He is your partner, nothing more. Normally I would use work to distract me from having these thoughts. But no. Today I had to be stuck down here in this hot basement office, with a partner who I happen to be in love with. Where is a good X-File when you need one?

I am staring at him again. I can't help it. I seem to be transfixed. Watching my partner eat sun flower seeds is becoming one of my favorite pass times. He just caught me staring again. I duck my head, trying to hide the blush that is creeping up my neck. Lifting my head up, I see him still looking at me. I don't like that look in his eyes. He knows. He knows why I have been staring at him. Suddenly I feel like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming truck.

My heart skips a beat when he stands up and starts moving toward me. He's going to make me confess. I can't let him know, it would only make matters worse. Panicking, I stand up and start backing towards the door.

What is he thinking? I wonder. Normally I am not afraid of my partner but the mischief look his eyes tells me that I should be. I have made it to the door but Mulder is preventing me from escaping.

He is towering over me, and I am trapped between him and the door. He moves one hand to cup my cheek, and if I wanted to I could flee now but now its his eyes that are holding me captive.

He leans in closer and whispers my name.

"Dana"

Its more of a question than a statement, asking me for permission. I know we shouldn't, but after six years can you blame us?

"Yes" I reply.

My own hands have moved of there own violation and we are now standing in the same position that we were in that night in his hallway those so many months ago.

He leans in again, pausing, his lips inches from my own. I wonder why he isn't moving but soon my question is answered when I feel his hand at the back of my neck. The jerk was checking for bees. I sigh and look up, about to give him a piece of my mind, but instead I see him smiling down at me. I start to say something to wipe that smirk off of his handsome face when he silences me with a kiss. Finally, I think, as our lips meet again and again in one of the most passionate kisses I have ever experienced. We brake apart, both of us are breathless. He smiles and I smile back.

"I was sick of the staring game we both have been playing" he says. It's true, I haven't been the only one infatuated with their partner.

"Yeah, I am glad you did something about it." and I truly am. As if reading my mind, he leans in and kisses me again.