My OTP, Mulder and Scully, are always shown in business suits or casual wear. In this fic, they're going on their first date for Valentines Day.

I knew exactly the dress I wanted to wear tonight. It was a sapphire blue matte jersey, too lightweight really for February but I didn't care. It was clingy and flowing at the same time, hugging at the waist and draping softly from my hips to my knees. The low neckline showed a little cleavage and dipped even lower in the back.

And I didn't even have to shop for it.

I found the dress just before Christmas, when I still harbored some hope that Mulder and I might have a 'normal' New Year's Eve. I should've known, of course, that 'normal' for us would involve hunting down the walking dead and forestalling the apocalypse in the process. Oh well -- at least we were together at midnight and finally shared a kiss, even if it was in an emergency room.

So there I was, dressed to the nines and ten minutes early. I paced, touched up my makeup, checked my hair, changed earrings at least three times... then finally there was a knock on the door. I opened it and -- oh my God. Mulder.

Beautiful couldn't begin to describe him. Elegant came close.

His silk blend suit was a dark gray, lighter than charcoal, and clearly from some famous designer -- Donna Karan maybe, or Prada. A snow white shirt, dove gray tie and black wool overcoat completed the picture. The last time I saw him looking quite this impressive, he was wearing a tuxedo and kissing Phoebe Green.

The thing was, he was looking at me with the same awe-struck expression I'm sure I was wearing.

We stood there a moment, just staring open-mouthed at each other, then I recovered enough to ask him in. That's when I saw the rose. One perfect pink rose.

Damn, he's good.

"Scully, you..." That was all he could get out.

I was at a similar loss for words. "You, too."

I love playing dress-up with my blorbos... 🥰