Title: Mary, Mary
Author: Kip-chan <-- new pen name; saving the other one for 
serious fiction/original work
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone; CC does
Summary: First kiss! yay! Response to a challenge; un-beta'd, 
not wise, I know, but bear with me. It begged to be written.

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Sweeter than summer, fresher than rain... how could I taste so 
much in one kiss? Moment after moment is passing us by and I don't care. I 
only want to stay here forever, kissing this man.

Who would have thought that I'd be the one to start something? 
When I was pregnant, he looked out for me, gave me every kindness 
imaginable, and I treated him like dirt for much of that time. He cared so much 
then; it must have hurt him when Mulder came home and tried to step back into 
his old role, with no more room for my love.

I tried to be what I was before. Really, I made an effort; I even let Mulder kiss 
me once. I was holding my baby boy, and he was standing right there. He 
wanted a kiss, and who was I to deny him? I had waited for him 
for nine months. I was certain he was the one, so certain that I refused 
to admit the possibility of falling in love with another. Unfortunately, 
Mulder's kiss meant nothing to me. Nothing at all, can you imagine that? Only 
our second, and it was so mundane. When you're in love, when you've only had 
one kiss, isn't the second supposed to be even better? But our first was 
nothing at all, just five seconds on New Year's Eve. I refuse to count what 
Mulder claims was our first - "me" in 1939 aboard a cruise ship. He was 
hallucinating; anyway, I'd kissed Skinner, not him. But never 
mind who I kissed! The point is that I felt nothing.

Mulder knew it, of course, from the moment I backed away. I 
smiled at him, but the smile was only a cover, and he saw right through it. He 
knew he was going to have to go away, just as certain as I knew I couldn't 
wait around for him anymore. I couldn't languish at home raising William 
while he went out and raised hell. The night he left my home for the last time 
was the night I ended that unfortunate chapter of my life.

The next day, John - I could never think of him as just Agent 
Doggett anymore - came by to see how I was and to give me a gift for my 
baby. The difference was amazing; there was no comparison between my two 
champions. Mulder, while devoted (when he wasn't out on some quest or 
another) had gotten too arrogant about me. He took me for granted towards the 
end. He didn't appreciate that I'd buried him, seen him come back to 
life, given birth, and survived with a minimum of permanent damage. John 
did. He was humble that morning, standing in my doorway with his hat off and 
a wrapped box in his hand. I was Mary to him, the virgin mother, and my 
baby was Jesus. Who was he? Why, he was all three kings, but his present 
was not frankincense or myrrh. His was a gift of devotion, along with a 
beautiful blue quilt for William's crib.

Today is my first day back. William is with my mother; she's 
offered her services as a sitter until I can find someone else. Mulder is 
long gone, having resigned and run off to help one of his UFO-chasing 
friends. Agent Reyes (okay, Monica; I suppose she's been a friend as well) has 
left to get some coffee. John and I are alone, and I am kissing him, and 
he's not making any moves to stop me.

Pigs could fly, the world could spin backwards, and A.D. Kersh 
could walk in on us, but I am not letting this man go until he gets it: I love 
him. John Jay Doggett, I am in love with you, and you damn well better 
accept that and like it, too. Forget tenderness; after seven years of submitting 
to someone else's wishes, I am going to take charge.

It's a very good thing, then, that John doesn't seem to mind 
this. Not only is he actually kissing me back (a bold move but a smart one 
nonetheless), he's completely relaxed about all this. I don't sense any 
nervousness in him at all! Oh, yes, I could stand here with him forever... but 
Monica's coming back with the coffee. I can hear her boots clicking down the 
hall from all the way in the office. I step away, lowering my eyes. "We'll 
talk later," I say. "Come to my house for dinner?"

"Be delighted-"

"Dana."

"Dana. I'll see you at eight."

And that's that. It's not at all evident that anything has happened when Monica 
gets back, except for one tiny detail that she points out immediately.

"John, no offense, but Crimson Dream isn't the best shade of 
lipstick for you. I think you'd benefit more from something... subtler, 
wouldn't you say?"

End