Title: More Specific Author: SueBee E-mail: SueBeePhile@aol.com Summary: Be careful what you wish for... Classification: MSR, Post-EP, A, UST Rating: PG-13 for adult themes Spoilers: "Je Souhaite" and a small one for "Small Potatoes" Archive: Yes to Spooky's, Gossamer, and anyone who might want it. If possible, drop me a line and let me know where it is going. Feedback: I would love it. It makes my day. Disclaimer: Not mine. Author's Notes: Thanks to Cal and Rio for their impressive beta services. Thanks to Melly for encouraging me to write from the heart. As always, thanks to the Shippers over at the Haven. What would I do without your support? *********************************** Scully leaned in a little closer and nudged him with her elbow. "Come on, Mulder, tell me." He remained quiet, choosing instead to smile mischievously at her. "Tell you what, Scully?" She crossed her arms in frustration. "What was your final wish?" He gave her a quick sideways glance and grabbed the bowl of popcorn. While chewing, he grimaced at the bland taste. "Ugh! How can you eat it without butter? Anyway, we'll talk about it later. You're interrupting a cinematic masterpiece here." "Did you wish for me to come over?" This caught his full attention. "Do you think I would have to wish for you to come over? As I recall, I simply invited you and here you are." Scully shrugged her shoulders and grinned. "Well, it is out of the ordinary. Maybe you wished for something better, but you didn't specify. So all you got was a movie with unbuttered popcorn." He made eye contact and held her stare. His voice was low and questioning. "Better, how?" He half smiled when she turned away and started watching television again. "I don't know, Mulder. You're the one with the wishes. I can't tell you how to make them. Anyway, I was only joking. Turn up the volume on this 'man flick' so I can try to see what is so entertaining about it." Instead, he muted the volume and faced her. The only sounds left were the gurgle of his fish tank and the fizzing hush from their bottles of beer. "Scully, what would you wish for?" Snapping a glance at him, she looked back at the television. "What?" He placed the popcorn back on the coffee table and nudged her with his leg. "Pretend I'm a genie. What would you wish for?" "What are my limits?" "Well, I can personally vouch that world peace is a bad idea. Oh, and forget about becoming Eleanor Roosevelt. Besides that, what would you like?" "What would I like?" She started feeling ridiculously nervous, and the feel of his gaze on her wasn't helping matters. "Yes, Scully, what would you like?" She continued to sip her beer thoughtfully. "Anything?" He nodded his head as he continued to watch her. "Anything. Well, anything within my powers." She finally moved to look at him. "You're serious?" "Come on, Scully. Wish number one, let's hear it." She turned back to the television and stared at the screen as if the movie had her enthralled. "Money?" He shook his head. "I heard that usually turns out badly too." "Success?" He smiled ruefully. "In our line of work, this is as successful as we get." She sighed in agreement as she contemplated the possibilities. "Well, I already told you that I was reasonably happy, so I guess that I wish nothing." He rolled his eyes and took a drink from his bottle. "Don't be a killjoy, Scully. There has to be something you would like." Feeling defensive, she countered, "What would you like?" "For you to make a wish. Be creative. Be simple. Let Genie Mulder work his magic." She laughed at the image until she saw the serious expression on his face. "Mulder, why did you ask me over here?" He looked down at her and ran his finger over a tendril of her hair, tucking it neatly behind her ear. The action made her mouth go dry and her pulse speed up a notch. Scully quickly took another sip of beer as she waited for his answer. "Like I said, it seemed like the right thing to do. It feels right to have you here with me, even if we have to eat tasteless popcorn while you make fun of my movie choices." His honest declaration and sincere expression spurred her on to make her wish. "Okay, Mulder..." "That's 'Genie Mulder.'" "Okay, Genie Mulder, I think I'm ready for my first wish." "Go for it." "I wish..." The air was thick with tension as he looked at her expectantly, waiting for her request. She stared at her beer bottle as if her next words were hidden somewhere in the label. "I wish..." She looked up at him and drew a breath as she gathered up her courage. In a rush, she let the answer out. "I wish you would kiss me." His eyes widened a bit when the meaning filtered through to his brain. "You sure?" Tapping her fingers nervously on the bottle, she responded, "Yes, yes, I'm sure." Mulder placed his beer on the table and moved toward her until his mouth was within an inch of her ear. His breath was warm as she felt it caress the outer shell. His response came to her in a deep and husky whisper. "Wish granted." He took her beer bottle from her clenched fingers and placed it next to his on the table. She watched his slow and deliberate movements as he grabbed her hand and turned her toward him. His eyes were warm and endearing as he waited for her to look up at him. Taking a deep breath, she raised her eyes to his and waited for the inevitable. One strong hand smoothed up her arm and cupped her face as the other settled on the curve of her neck. His head moved slowly toward hers as she felt the air rush from her body. Her eyes fluttered closed, and she moved forward helping to close the distance between them. That's when she felt the warmth of his full lips on her cheek. Her eyes flew open and she stared at him. Mulder looked a little too amused for her taste. "Mulder, what the Hell was that?" "That was a kiss. That's what you wished for." She felt her confusion and frustration rise in a heated flush up her neck and into her reddened face. "You know that isn't what I meant!" He shrugged and gave her a smug grin. "Well, next time, be more specific." Feeling humiliated, she rose off the couch and headed for the door. Grabbing her keys off of the table, she shouted behind her, "There won't be a next time!" As she reached the door, and yanked it open, his hand came up from behind her and slammed it closed. Her body shook with the force of her anger. She felt her heart pound in time with her outraged breathing. His pleading words sank down around her in an attempt to make her stay. "Scully, don't go." Refusing to turn around, she held on to the door knob, waiting impatiently for him to move away from her. She felt indignant as her body was impossibly sandwiched between Mulder and the door. "Here's my second wish, Mulder. Get your hand off the damned door!" His other hand moved to touch her shoulder but she flinched away. Scully attempted to wrench the door from its frame a second time but was met with another retaliating slam from Mulder. "Scully, don't go. I was only joking." Her shame washed over her in another wave. She turned around and faced him as he put his other hand against the door. He hovered over her, his eyes pleading with her. Her eyes glittered angrily as she set her jaw in a firm line. "Next time, clue me in, so I can play along. Good night, Mulder. Open the door." He shook his head vehemently as he tried to make her understand. "I'm sorry. I feel like such an idiot. I thought you would understand the humor in the whole 'specific' comment. I guess it was a lousy time for jokes." Her expression was stony as she glared at him. "Yeah, well you're a funny guy. Now, open the door." Her voice shook and a tear rolled in an unbidden trail down her cheek. His fingers reflexively reached up and smoothed the offending moisture away from her cheek. She tried to move away again but was met with the solid girth of the door. She felt trapped. "Wish number three, Mulder. Don't touch me! Is that specific enough?" She turned back toward the barrier to the freedom of his hallway and the rest of her dignity. Her tears began to flow more steadily. "Scully, I can't do that." He reached for her shoulder again and turned her around. He held the sides of her face as he looked at her longingly. "All I want to do is touch you. All I can think of is putting my hands on your body and feeling your skin against mine. When you asked me to kiss you, I got nervous." Scully stared up at him defiantly. He bent his body so he could meet her at eye level. "Grant me one wish, Scully. Please." She shook her head and tried to break free from his grasp. "No more wishes." "Please, Scully, let me have one wish." She stopped struggling and decided to hear him out, wanting nothing more than to run out of his apartment. "Scully, I wish..." Grounding his stance a bit, he continued, "I wish, you would forgive me because I can't lose you." Her mouth parted a bit in surprise but she regained her composure. "You won't lose me, Mulder. I'll see you at work on Monday. Open the door." He shook his head again. "I can't." "Why not?" "Because, Scully, I'm in love with you." Her hand fell away from the door knob. "What?" "I'm in love with you and I'm afraid that if I don't show you now, that I will never get another chance." His head descended to hers, and he captured her lips in a desperate kiss. Mulder continued to move seductively against the sensitive flesh of her mouth as she yielded against him. Her hand reached for his shoulder as they both slid to the floor. He rained kisses along her cheeks and over the bridge of her nose as he pleaded, "I'm sorry. Please know that I would never hurt you on purpose. I'm an idiot." His lips found her neck and she arched in an involuntary response. In agreement, she nodded. "You are an idiot." His hands ran up and down her trembling back while the pounding of his heart met and danced with her own. Their lips met again as she raked her fingers into his hair. His tongue swept into her mouth in enticing strokes as he pressed her closer against him. He broke the embrace and gazed at her imploringly. "Forgive me?" Her anger ebbed away as desire filled her body. She smiled a bit and said softly, "I'm still considering it, but I want a fourth wish." His eyes were hazy as he agreed with her. "That would be breaking the wish rules, but I was never a stickler for rules anyway. Your wish is my command." She rose above him, waiting for his full attention. "In that case, listen carefully. Tonight, I want you to do everything that I have ever wanted you to do to me. Feel me. Touch me. Love me. We can deal with the specifics as we go along." Not waiting to be asked twice, he pulled her to him. The End