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It all started at the San Diego comic con. A room full of loyal fans who hang onto every word you say is the norm for conventions like this. This was no exception for The X-Files cast and crew who was reuniting for the 20th anniversary of the show. Everyone’s stomachs started to fill with butterflies backstage as they prepared to take the comic con panel. From Darin Morgan to Chris Carter, no one was immune to feeling this way, except maybe for David Duchovny. Now, his stomach was filled with butterflies but for an entirely different reason. A petite blonde in a black dress walking in to the room, seemed to be the focus of one Mr. Duchovny.
It had been about 2 years since he’d last seen her. Sure they kept in touch, because of their past they kept it to a few emails here and there, but nothing that could prepare him for how radiant Gillian looked. She seemed so different, in the best possible way, since they last exchanged words. He couldn’t quite pin point exactly what it was and he began to pull himself into deep thought, so much so that he almost didn’t notice her coming up to him with open arms. Quickly snapping himself out of his thoughts, he opened his arms and brought her into him. It was then that everything felt like it was moving in slow motion. His body started to analyze every bit of this embrace. From the way her arms fit around him to the scent of her hair. It was overload of the brain causing him to break the embrace, leaving him face to face with her eyes.
“You smell good! How have you been?” she asked.
Gathering his thoughts, he responded smoothly “Good! Can’t complain. You look amazing though! How was your flight?”
“Thank you. It was good! A little jetlagged but nothing a little Starbucks can’t fix!” she giggled.
Before they could continue they were called to start heading to the stage. As they were walking he couldn’t help but stare at her as she was making conversation with Vince Gilligan a few steps ahead. He could feel a change and wondered if she could feel it too.
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The panel was underway. Questions were being asked, memories were being told, even talks about a Mulder and Scully sex scene being shot.
“David and Gillian, was there ever, in all those years, a scene that you wanted to shoot that you were unable to shoot or didn’t happen, what would it be and give us a little bit of dialogue” asked an audience member.
Chuckles from the crowd began and Gillian answered “are there kids in the audience?”
At that response David looked at her and laughed. What was she implying?
“and Gillian you already said sex so…” said the moderator
“Um honestly a scene? Can you think of anything we didn’t do?” David looked at Gillian.
His mind was trying to think of an answer but thankfully he was saved by Chris Carter’s response “you’re gonna get that sex scene one way or another” the audience along with David and Gillian burst into laughter.
“this crowd, uh they’re up for some mulder and scully action”
“Yeah….” David’s words being interrupted by loud cheers from the crowd “Oh you want to see that right now do you?” crowd cheering even louder.
The panel was a lot of fun for them both. From teasing to touching, David couldn’t remember the last time they did a panel together and had this much fun. At times he would just stop and stare at her and she would meet his gaze. Her face, he had memorized it after so many years together, her eyes being his favorite part.
Suddenly she placed her hand on his wrist and it all came to him like a flood.
“That’s a wrap!” yelled a director. They had just finished shooting an episode of a monkey man who had the ability to change form. They loved filming these kind of episodes, always brought a lighter feel to the set.
“Even though I lost that bet and had to film that last scene without my pants, it was a lot of fun” she laughed
“It was a lot of fun! We should film you without pants more often” he smirked. He was blatantly flirting, how could he not? She was stunning. Her lips, her hair, her eyes, it was inevitable. However she was no stranger to the flirting game either.
“I’m sure any more bets that involve me taking off my pants would have to take place in your trailer” giggling and walking away she gave David a look that said more than words ever could.
Sure they had flirted before. Take the season three wrap party for example. Nothing happened, seeing as how she was married
Gillian showed up to his trailer that night. They were 4 years into this gazing and touching and yes, she had just gotten out of a marriage and he was talking seriously with someone else but they were drawn to each other. Magnets.
He let her in and no words were spoken. Touching was their form of communication which translated into moans of pleasure, screams of ecstasy, and bodies that seemed to mold perfectly together…
“David!”
He looked in the direction of where the voice was coming from and he was met with her eyes yet again.
“Did you hear me?” concerned by his delayed response she asked “you okay?”
He shook his head as if to wake himself up “Uh, no, I mean yes. I’m sorry what?”
She was amused by his confusion “I asked if I can get a ride back to the hotel with you?”
“Yeah of course!” he grabbed his water bottle and sunglasses.
“Thanks” she met his eyes with a smile. He smiled back and made his way out to the car.
On their way back to the hotel David was lost in thought. Just the touch of her hand had brought him back to that night. For him it was the night that started it all. Their lingering looks had always been chalked up to their chemistry but they both knew it was more than that. She knew he had his fair share of the ladies and he knew she could have any man she wanted but all they wanted was each other. It was a gravitational pull that kept bringing them back together, that’s the only way they could explain it. They had known each other for 20 years and had put each other through so much that he tried pushing that memory out of his head. It wasn’t regret, it was for the simple fact that he knew how susceptible they were to each other.
They pulled up to the hotel and collected their belongings. As they made their way in silence to the elevator, Gillian was having a mental argument with herself. I know I shouldn’t but I want to, what’s the harm? Before she could weigh out the pros and cons the words were already spilling out of her mouth
“Did you want to join me for some tea back in my room?”
He turned to look at her, his thoughts screaming in his head, I know I shouldn’t but I want to.
"I’d like that"