Fic: Flinch
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yours_trulyTitle: Flinch
Fandom: The X-Files [Mulder/Scully]
Rating/Warnings: General Audiences/none
Summary: A little friendly competition never hurt nobody.
Notes: Originally posted on Tumblr in December of 2015 as a gift for![[tumblr.com profile]](https://www.tumblr.com/favicon.ico)
gazeatscully during an X-Files Secret Santa exchange. Word count: 177
They only had one rental car, and they couldn’t pursue both of their leads at the same time; the couple Scully wanted to interview was in the opposite direction from the state park Mulder wanted to search. Both had crossed their arms in front of their chests, making their trench coats squeak, and they acknowledged that they were at an impasse.
“We could have a staring contest,” he suggested. Excuse me?, her raised eyebrows asked. “First to blink has to agree to follow the other’s lead.”
“We’re not five,” she protested, but she could already feel her eyes itching as she became conscious of trying not to let them close. He smiled and shifted his weight in a way that brought him ever so slightly further into her personal space. There were a few long beats of silence before Scully suddenly–but gently–blew a puff of air into Mulder’s face. He flinched and took a step backward, then gaped at her in mock betrayal.
“You blinked,” she said, grinning impishly, and held her hand out for the keys.
Fandom: The X-Files [Mulder/Scully]
Rating/Warnings: General Audiences/none
Summary: A little friendly competition never hurt nobody.
Notes: Originally posted on Tumblr in December of 2015 as a gift for
They only had one rental car, and they couldn’t pursue both of their leads at the same time; the couple Scully wanted to interview was in the opposite direction from the state park Mulder wanted to search. Both had crossed their arms in front of their chests, making their trench coats squeak, and they acknowledged that they were at an impasse.
“We could have a staring contest,” he suggested. Excuse me?, her raised eyebrows asked. “First to blink has to agree to follow the other’s lead.”
“We’re not five,” she protested, but she could already feel her eyes itching as she became conscious of trying not to let them close. He smiled and shifted his weight in a way that brought him ever so slightly further into her personal space. There were a few long beats of silence before Scully suddenly–but gently–blew a puff of air into Mulder’s face. He flinched and took a step backward, then gaped at her in mock betrayal.
“You blinked,” she said, grinning impishly, and held her hand out for the keys.
