Shall We Dance?
Summary: It's the middle of the night and neither Mulder nor Scully can sleep. Wc: 1,195
bingo square: "I wasn't sleeping."
Tagging @xfilesbingo and @today-in-fic
He’s lounging on his motel bed, cracking sunflower seeds while halfheartedly watching the TV when there’s a knock on his door. It’s so soft that at first he thinks he imagined it. After all, it’s way past 2 am. He opens the door to find Scully there, looking small and sheepish.
“Hi,” is all she says, staring at him and wringing her hands.
“Did I wake you?” He asks.
“I wasn’t sleeping. I, um, that’s- can I come inside?”
“Of course.” He ushers her into his room, his hand on her back. She’s still wearing the blouse she wore earlier tonight, but at least she traded her skirt for pajama pants. “Is everything all right?”
It’s a rhetorical question; he knows the answer is no. Nothing is okay. The case they’ve been investigating here in Vermont has been taxing from the start, making it difficult to relax at night, let alone sleep. Judging by Scully’s demeanor, she’s suffering the same fate.
“Couldn’t sleep either, huh?” He smiles at her, hoping it will make things better. Scully nods, her arms still slung around herself. Sometimes she’s like a scared kitten who needs to be lured out with patience and treats. He can provide that.
“I’m watching a movie,” he says. “Not that kind of movie, if you were wondering.” That at least makes her smile. “Want to watch with me?”
“I’d like that.” She stares at his bed, then turns to him.
“Make yourself comfortable. I can sit over there.”
“Don’t,” she says. “There’s enough space here for the both of us. Oh, it’s The King and I. I love that movie.”
“You do?” He’s hesitant joining her on the bed, but she’s not paying any attention to him, her face glued to the TV. There’s a soft smile playing around her lips as she watches Deborah Kerr and Yul Brynner bicker and banter. He can’t take his own eyes off her.
When was the last time she’s smiled like this? Laughed? He doesn’t remember. What he does remember, however, is how much she used to smile. How he fell in love with making her smile, fell in love with seeing, and hearing, her cackle at his jokes.
“Shall we dance?” He asks, repeating the words the characters on screen keep singing repeatedly. Scully turns to him, her smile slipping away, until he dares to be even braver and gets up, extending his hand.
Her head is gently bobbing along to what’s happening on screen. He hasn’t been paying attention. There isn’t much on in the middle of the night and the movie with its colors and music drew him in. Now all he can focus on is Scully.
When her lips start mouthing the lyrics of the song playing in the background, he makes his decision. He wants to see her smile tonight. Make her forget the case and everything else that keeps her awake.
“You’re serious,” she says and there it is: her giggle. She takes his hand and it’s soft in his. There’s not much space here in his hotel room and his knee crashes into the bed, making her hide her smile in his shoulder.
“I don’t know how to dance the polka,” he says.
“Neither do I.”
“We won’t say goodnight and mean goodbye,” he says into her hair. Scully looks up at him, blinking slowly. “Just quoting the song,” he clarifies. “I’m taking my part seriously.”
“This will have to do then,” he murmurs, resting his chin on her head. She’s not wearing heels, feels impossibly tiny in his arms. Instinctively, he draws her closer. While the characters on screen hop and dance around the ballroom, Mulder and Scully merely sway.
The melody sticks in Mulder’s head and he hums along, turning them around so they can both see what the characters do. They almost stumble when Yul Brynner puts his hand on Deborah Kerr’s waist, halting the dance. Mulder doesn’t have to think about it and mirrors the movement.
“Which part?”
“As your dance partner.”
“Just dance partner?” She asks, pressing her cheek against his shoulder, and making him wonder if she can hear his heart beat fast. The movie has moved on, the characters no longer dancing. Mulder doesn’t care. He doesn’t want to let go of Scully yet, or ever. They’re still moving to a melody only they can hear.
“We work together,” he says, gathering courage. “We’re work partners. You’re my best friend. Does that count as partners? Hell, Scully, you’re my partner in every conceivable way.” Her whole body vibrates with her laughter and his heart soars.
“We can do this all night,” he adds. “If that’s what you want.”
“I want to go to bed.”
He waits a beat, remembers the steps from the song on screen, goes one, two, three, and one, two, three before Scully takes the initiative and his hand to lead him this time. Not to dance, no, but to bed.
“Can I be honest?” Scully asks, their bodies so close their arms are almost touching. He feels her warmth, wishes she’d come closer. He wasn’t kidding when he said they could do this all night. All he wants is to hold her, chase her demons away, and keep her safe.
“Yes,” he says, forcing himself not to look at her.
“I heard what you were watching,”she admits. “I knew you weren’t sleeping and I… took a chance.”
“Scully, you can always come to my motel room. Any time of day – or night.”
“Hm, good to know. You know… they fell in love.”
“Who?”
“The King and Anna, the characters.”
“Of course they did. It’s that kind of movie, isn’t it?” Scully raises her eyebrows and he laughs. “I mean, they danced together. How could they not fall in love?” He waggles his eyebrows at her, reminding her that she’s not the only one with a strong eyebrow game in this partnership. For a moment she tries to remain serious, but she breaks, and he does, too. They both laugh, moving closer together as if pulled by an invisible string.
“They don’t end up together,” Scully says, her voice sounding thoughtful.
“They don’t?” Mulder asks.
Scully shakes her head. “Do you want to know the ending?” He nods at her. “The King dies.”
“Way to ruin the mood, Scully.”
“I didn’t write it,” she says softly. “Not everything has a happy ending.” She’s slipping away from him, her good mood evaporating into thin air. He refuses to let that happen.
“Hey,” he says, touching her chin. “There still are happy endings in the world.”
“Are there?” She asks. It could be the dim light, the reflection from the TV screen, or something else entirely, but her eyes seem to shimmer with tears. It’s the middle of the night and from the moment she sought him out, he was determined to make her smile, not cry. He’s not giving up that easily.
“Yes,” he says, testing their boundaries by moving in, his lips close to hers. “There are. At least if you want them to be.”
“I want a happy ending,” she whispers before she closes the distance and kisses him.
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Tone it down a bit, yeah?
tone it down a bit yeah?
Prompt: Houston with a chaotic S/O
Authors note: mom helped me with this one cuz I had absolutely idea on what prompt to do, thank you so much to my mother for helping me with this. I don't know if this will be long but hey, maybe this will be long asf maybe not lol
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The heist was supposed to be a quick in and out at the jewelry store, get in, steal all you can by the time the getaway shows up, get out, it did not end up like that, it ended up with you having more than a little blood on your hands because you happened to bring a flame thrower and m1 Garand. the heist was only you, jimmy, jacket, and Hoxton, normally Houston wouldn't let you bring either of the weapons you brought, but today he had no control over it, he wasn't with you guys. what started as a quick in and out ended with 10 civilian casualties, over 100 police casualties, and jacket's tape recorder getting busted.
standing on the desk in the office lighting cops on fire seemed to be your favorite thing today, there were like 4-5 dozers laying, dead, in front of you. until of course, you got shot in the shoulder, falling back, you quickly stood up, running back up to the office to fix your shoulder until of course, the getaway showed up, which forced you all to grab all you had and run. on the way out at least 8, more cops died at your hand. when you got back to the safe house, Houston immediately runs over
"what the hell happened? why are you bleeding babe?" he says, concerned obviously he was, you had been shot.
you smiled softly "got a little too crazy today" was all you had said before he dragged you off to fix your arm up.
you sat there, watching him while he fixed your shoulder and any other small wounds you may have gotten from the heist, he was quiet, a bit too quiet for you to be comfortable, so you did the only thing you felt you could, crack a few dumb jokes. Even with your jokes you still felt uncomfortable, so you eventually stopped talking, silently looking away. he sighs softly
"hey...listen, ya gotta be careful, what happened out there could have gone so much worse than it did, and I don't want you coming back in a body bag, ya got it?"
you chuckle softly and roll your eyes "yeah sure"
Houston sighs softly, finishing patching up your arm "I'm serious, tone it down a bit, yeah? if not for you then do it for me"
You smile softly and kiss his cheek "alright, but only for you"
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