"Hey Mulder." called an enticing voice.
"Yeah, Scully?" asked Mulder.
"What happened to the bad boy, Fox?" she said slyly.
He sighed.
"I shall return when I change clothes."
"Oh goody." thought Mulder. "Now I can watch one of those videos that 'aren't mine'." he giggled at the name Scully had given them.
Scully came back.
"Hey baby," greeted her from the television screen. Unfortunately, she was quite distressed.
"Mulder, you didn't make the coffee!" cried Scully.
"This is iced tea!" and with a grand flourish, she poured the pot over him.
"Ahhhh! That's cold! Ummm, Scully the coffee's in the other pot."
Mulder glared at her.
"Oh," Scully said bleakly.
"Well, still, I couldn't find the coofee, so, technically, you didn't make the coffe." she shouted.
"Ummm, Scully?"
"Okay, Okay." She gave him a kiss on the forehead.
"I'm sorry. Will you EVER forgive me?"
"You're forgiven." replied Mulder.
"Uhhhmmmm." Murmured Scully, watching the figures on the television screen.
"By the way, Scully. You were right. I didn't make the coffee."
"Why you little..."
*SLAP!*
"Oww!"
The End
