The Game
Author Note: This is my mea culpa for turning my 'intended' smut biscuit (The Jewel of the Desert) into an actual story. FUFF and SMUT like promised.
DISCLAIMER: Y'all know the drill. X-File characters not mine...blah blah. No money being made...blah blah. I will say that Mulder and Scully outdid them in this one. I'll have to do something to try to top it. I think hanging upside down on a Ferris Wheel while having sex, might do it... ;-)
**Don't take me entirely seriously on the Ferris Wheel, but you want to read to the end...
! I realize that there may be a problem with my postings due to content. If so-see you on 'A O 3'
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Prologue – The Dare
"Woo Hoo!" Special Agent Fox Mulder yelled and pumped his fist up and down.
Dana Scully looks up from her computer as she finished typing the last of the report from this case. It was her turn to do the paperwork, but it was always her turn. Mulder was notorious for sneaking out of this duty.
"What is it, Mulder?"
Her partner smiled from ear to ear. "Three days of R&R, Scully! Three!" He did a small jig. "Skinner was pleased that we not only solved the case, but did it in less than two days AND showed up Tampa's police chief who he had a rivalry with for years. Our hard-assed boss said we could stay here and relax on the Bureau's tab."
Scully scoffed. "You mean he is going to let us keep the hotel room, pay for our rental car *and* our meals for the next three days?"
"You got it, partner. This is Tampa Bay, Scully. Clearwater Beach, Cuban sandwiches and we can hit the clubs on the Soho strip. I want to paint the town, red. You *do* have a bikini and a clubbing outfit in that sensible suitcase—don't you?"
She tried not to laugh. Mulder can be such a kid sometimes and the idea of being away from D.C. and on the FBI's dime was tickling his fancy. "We came to Florida to solve a case, not on a vacation. I don't have any of those things."
Mulder pulled out his wallet and handed her his credit card. "Go buy them, Scully. You and me are going to have a good time tonight and for the next three days. One thing, that outfit better be slinky and showing lots of skin too—same for the bikini. How about a G-string?"
This time she did laugh aloud. "You will *never* see me in a G-string, Mulder."
"You are a G-woman. Why not go all the way?" Mulder's eyebrows were working overtime.
Scully took his card. She needed a new party outfit—even if she didn't party much anymore. Since that was mostly Mulder's fault, she should get compensated. A decent dress can cost upwards of $200 so if Mulder wants to pay for it, wearing the bikini wasn't too much to ask.
"Alright, I'll get the dress and bikini—but no G-string."
"You are breaking my heart, Scully."
"Do you have something to wear?" She cocked her head with interest. She wouldn't mind seeing Mulder dressed to the nines. He was a handsome man that made even a ratty tee shirt look good. Nightclub clothing on him would make him lick-a-licious.
He shrugged. "I have some options."
She handed him back his card. "You'll need this."
"No, you take that. I have an account at Armani. They will just put it on my tab."
"Tab?" Her eyebrows went into her hair. "How do you afford that on an agent's salary?"
Mulder shrugged again. "I assumed you knew. My parents were well off. I guess being part of a secret government conspiracy pays and they left me a pile. You take that card and buy the slinkiest, sexiest, *hottest* outfit you can squeeze your little body into. Don't worry, I'll make sure your date for the evening doesn't look like a dog."
"Date?"
"You're becoming monosyllabic, Scully."
Her eyebrows stayed arched. "Well, you are surprising me with all these new ideas. I assumed you sat in your apartment most nights and called a 1-900 number for your entertainment needs."
"Most of the time, you're right." Mulder looked a little sad at that confession and she felt bad for taking the dig at him, but he brightened. "However, I have you as a captive audience and I think it is high time we have some fun."
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Mulder was so elated that he was finally going to go out on a date with Scully. The woman had no idea he had been pining and panting after her for years. Seeing her in a bikini and dressed up in a sexy number will be a test of his self-control, but *not* seeing that is an opportunity too great to miss.
That insult about him calling Dial-A-Date hit too close to home. He does do that a lot. It's either that or his tapes, because up until now, he couldn't have what he really wanted. That was going to change.
**I know that you can't just use someone else's credit card these days, but it's all to progress the story. Scully is on a budget… J
