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“Nobody down here but the FBI’s most unwanted.” A woman’s deep voice came from the other side of the door. Scully paused upon seeing the source of the voice. This was spooky Mulder? Scully wasn’t sure what she was expecting, but this six foot tall model-esque woman certainly wasn’t it. Seeing how good Mulder’s short hair looked made Scully want to cut her own hair like that, though she doubted that she could pull it off as well as Mulder could. Her pink lips quirked up into a half-smirk that made Scully feel things she couldn’t explain. Jealousy? That must be it. Scully had always tended to be jealous around other women, though usually there was a boyfriend or something involved as well.
Her eyes were the first thing she’d noticed, the bluest blue Fox Mulder had ever seen and they shone like the eyes of someone who had no idea what they were getting into. She was probably a little more than 5 feet and her suit was at least two sizes too big. Mulder knew the struggles of never being able to find pants that fit, it seemed clothing companies thought that women only existed in a certain size, and that was bigger than Scully and smaller than Mulder. At this point she’d resorted to just buying men’s pants. Mulder thought she was the cutest thing she had ever seen.
She won’t last a week, Mulder thought to herself, but if it means looking into those eyes every day? God, I hope she does.
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Now would probably be a good time to tell her you’re a lesbian. She thought as her eyes wandered across the expanse of freckles on Scully’s bare back in the candlelight.
“Um…” She wouldn’t have felt the need to tell her if she hadn’t burst into her room in a frenzy and dropped her robe before Mulder even had a chance to say something. She’s gonna be so uncomfortable now, but she's so beautiful- no, she’ll think I’m some kind of predatory lesbian, she'll file a sexual harassment complaint, she’ll leave me-
“Mulder what are they?” Scully’s frantic voice rang out and interrupted her self-deprecating thoughts.
“I’m attracted to women!” Mulder blurted out. Scully’s panicked face hardly changed except for the slight quirk of her eyebrow. Here it comes…
“Okay? What are those bumps?”
“I- They- Mosquito bites” She spluttered. “I got stung pretty badly myself.”
Scully sighed in relief and pulled her robe back on. “Do you… Always tell people your sexuality while they’re panicking over mosquito bites?”
“Only when they burst into my room half naked, which admittedly does not happen often. I was worried you would be uncomfortable, being… like that in front of someone who liked women, so I wanted you to know.”
“I was so worried about those bumps, I guarantee I still would’ve burst in here half naked even if you were a straight man.”
“Good to know.”
That night, Fox Mulder and Dana Scully grew close. She told Scully about her little sister, Samantha, her abduction and how that was her main reason for working in the X-Files. They didn't bring up the matter of Fox's sexuality, or her sudden outburst earlier. Scully didn't seem uncomfortable earlier though, even as she lied on the bed wrapped in a bathrobe with just her underwear underneath it, and Mulder was grateful for that. She usually kept her sexuality a secret, due to people usually not being very accepting of it, people (sometimes complete strangers, purely based off of her looks) often told her her entire life was a sin and she would burn in hell for it. Women would cease all contact with her, afraid that she would hit on them, men would try to "convert" her, tell her she just hadn't had the right dick yet. It was just easier not to tell anyone, but when Scully stood there, her brain short-circuited. Scully acted fine though, and it would be a lot easier not to have to hide such a large part of herself from someone she would likely be spending a lot of time with. She just hoped she wouldn't go back to work after this case to find that Scully had requested a transfer.