While the Secretary

by pauraque

Summary: Kim reaches.

Notes: For the Harem's Mistletoe challenge.




The bottoms of Kim's feet tingle as she stands on the step-stool, like
some part of her is afraid of falling. She reaches both arms up to pin
the mistletoe higher, curling her toes hard.

They come into the office like a stage entrance, Clark Gable and his
white-skinned ingenue. Mulder throws his gaze all around the room like
there could be someone hiding in a corner, and Scully tucks her hair
behind her ear.

"Is the Assistant Director back yet?"

Kim gives the pin a final stab into the plaster, and steps down.

"Go on in."

They stride through without sparing a glance at the bit of green on the
lintel. Hanging mistletoe is a voyeur's pastime, but no one ever pauses
in that doorway.

Kim's hand lingers on the door after she pushes it shut. Their voices. A
faint vibration against her palm. Matters so important that no one ever
needs to know.