Title: Separating Work From Play
Rating: R
Category: Romance, hints of PWP, Humor
Genre: Het
Pairing: Mulder/Scully
Summary: "You're a sick man, Mulder."
Spoilers: None.
Disclaimer: These characters belong to Chris Carter, FOX, Ten Thirteen, et al. No copyright infringement is intended.
Author's Notes: Comes from my recent fannish post of doom in my Livejournal, where I suggested people give me pairings & random objects or words as prompts, and I would write a comment!fic, the length of an LJ comment or shorter. This fic prompted Mulder/Scully and sadistic.
"You're a sick man, Mulder."
Mulder shrugged. "So I've been told." He circled around the accuser and then crouched down in front of her. "I take it you're not a fan of office sex, then."
Scully let out a disgusted sigh and stood up. "How many times do I have to tell you that work and play are separate?"
"Ooh, play," Mulder murmured to himself, losing track of what Scully was saying.
"Hello, Mulder." Scully waved her hand in front of his face. He turned his attention back to her, a sheepish grin on his face. "Just like I said. Keep the sex out of the office, keep the office out of the sex."
He pouted. "So you're not going to be Sexy Agent Dana Scully tonight?" He waggled his eyebrows at her, attempting a sexy swagger towards her.
She swatted his approaching hands away, trying to hide a smile. "Please. I'm not that sadistic, Mulder."
"You must have been a fun kid," he jibed, still pouting.
Scully let out a little giggle. "I can be plenty fun when I want to be. Just not here. Maybe later."
Mulder's eyes lit up, like he was a 5-year-old opening presents on Christmas. "Later? As in tonight later?"
"I said maybe," she responded. She shook her head at his antics. "God, why do I feel like your mother sometimes?"
Mulder grimaced. "Now that's really sadistic."
Scully giggled again. "Come on, you sick man. Let's get out of here and leave the office out of the sex."
"Now that is something I can do," he responded, slinging an arm around her shoulders and leading them out the door.