TITLE: Dreaming in Red
AUTHOR: Augustana Rae
RATING: R for some suggested sexuality
SUMMARY: Mulder has an interesting dream.
DISCLAIMER: I dont' own them and am making no money!
Author's notes: Just something fun and relatively light here. Not really
inappropriate but is suggested. Don't be mad! Send any comments to
asomethingbeautiful@hotmail.com. Thanks
* * * *
The heat of the nightclub was stifling and Mulder pulled on his tie in an
effort to escape the heat. He was sitting alone pretending to work on
paperwork while in reality he was taking a break from his strenuous schedule.
He took another sip of his drink as he registered the fact that the announcer
was calling up the next act. Someone named Bambi or something that sounded
like a name right from playboy.
"Should be interesting," he mused to himself as he took another swig.
He looked up in time to see a slim curvy figure in a dress saunter on to the
stage. He grunted his approval, but then, through the half haze of the
alchohol, the realization hit him. That slim curvy figure had red hair, and...
no, it couldn't be... His mouth dropped open as he saw Scully stride up to
the microphone. He couldn't believe how utterly aroused and stunned he was
at the same time.
"Scully! What the HELL is she doing here? And wearing
that dress with that slit up to that, oh my god, up to that!" His thoughts
fell over themselves as he tried to comprehend the situation. He faintly
heard her start to sing and he shook his head and looked again. Yep, she
was still there. Her emerald dress sparkled and clung to all the right
places and, oh god, he couldn't take his eyes off her shapely- He abruptley
shook his head. What the hell was Scully doing here?!?! He found himself
staring at her again in utter amazement and awe and then he realized that she
was looking at him. Her body was moving rhythmically to the music and he
found that his heartbeat was matching her gyrations. The heat of the club
became unbearable and he found himself gasping for breath even as his eyes
remained riveted to her figure.
Suddenly he heard a faint ringing and thought it was his cell phone.
"Let the machine get it," he muttered, not willing to look away. An eternity
later he dimly became aware of the fact that the ringing wasn't going away.
Abruptly, he jerked awake and sat up in bed, finding a hot sweat
covering his taught body. His hands scrambled for the phone and with a
wavering, heady voice he said tentatively, "Mulder." It came out
as more of an exasperated sigh, and belatedly he wondered who the heck was
calling at such an obscene hour.
"Mulder, it's me." Her sultry voice brought back a dozen memories
and sensations all too clear in his mind, and he flushed, embarrased. "You
ok, Mulder?"
"What?" he mumbled distractedly. "Oh, yeah... fine... Listen Scully,
I, uhm, can you call me back later?" He smacked the phone down before she
could reply and before he embarrased himself further and he sunk his head
down on the pillow. "Oh god," he muttered into the night.
AUTHOR: Augustana Rae
RATING: R for some suggested sexuality
SUMMARY: Mulder has an interesting dream.
DISCLAIMER: I dont' own them and am making no money!
Author's notes: Just something fun and relatively light here. Not really
inappropriate but is suggested. Don't be mad! Send any comments to
asomethingbeautiful@hotmail.com. Thanks
* * * *
The heat of the nightclub was stifling and Mulder pulled on his tie in an
effort to escape the heat. He was sitting alone pretending to work on
paperwork while in reality he was taking a break from his strenuous schedule.
He took another sip of his drink as he registered the fact that the announcer
was calling up the next act. Someone named Bambi or something that sounded
like a name right from playboy.
"Should be interesting," he mused to himself as he took another swig.
He looked up in time to see a slim curvy figure in a dress saunter on to the
stage. He grunted his approval, but then, through the half haze of the
alchohol, the realization hit him. That slim curvy figure had red hair, and...
no, it couldn't be... His mouth dropped open as he saw Scully stride up to
the microphone. He couldn't believe how utterly aroused and stunned he was
at the same time.
"Scully! What the HELL is she doing here? And wearing
that dress with that slit up to that, oh my god, up to that!" His thoughts
fell over themselves as he tried to comprehend the situation. He faintly
heard her start to sing and he shook his head and looked again. Yep, she
was still there. Her emerald dress sparkled and clung to all the right
places and, oh god, he couldn't take his eyes off her shapely- He abruptley
shook his head. What the hell was Scully doing here?!?! He found himself
staring at her again in utter amazement and awe and then he realized that she
was looking at him. Her body was moving rhythmically to the music and he
found that his heartbeat was matching her gyrations. The heat of the club
became unbearable and he found himself gasping for breath even as his eyes
remained riveted to her figure.
Suddenly he heard a faint ringing and thought it was his cell phone.
"Let the machine get it," he muttered, not willing to look away. An eternity
later he dimly became aware of the fact that the ringing wasn't going away.
Abruptly, he jerked awake and sat up in bed, finding a hot sweat
covering his taught body. His hands scrambled for the phone and with a
wavering, heady voice he said tentatively, "Mulder." It came out
as more of an exasperated sigh, and belatedly he wondered who the heck was
calling at such an obscene hour.
"Mulder, it's me." Her sultry voice brought back a dozen memories
and sensations all too clear in his mind, and he flushed, embarrased. "You
ok, Mulder?"
"What?" he mumbled distractedly. "Oh, yeah... fine... Listen Scully,
I, uhm, can you call me back later?" He smacked the phone down before she
could reply and before he embarrased himself further and he sunk his head
down on the pillow. "Oh god," he muttered into the night.