X-Rated
"Seriously, Mulder," she says. "You have got to get rid of some of these!" She holds up one of the many videos he'd collected over the years between two fingers. A rather inappropriate picture and title decorates the cover and in the far bottom left corner is big fat lettering to inform anyone reading it that it's an X rated movie, as if the picture isn't enough to show that.
Mulder pops his head around the door and seeing the video, sighs. "I knew it was only a matter of time," he mutters softly enough so that Scully can't hear.
"What?"
"Never mind," he dismisses. "I'll...uh...I'll put them away someplace out of sight. How's that?"
Scully pretends to think it over for a moment and then narrows her eyes at him.
"No? Maybe not?"
She continues to stare at him.
"I'll sell them," he finally says, "on eBay. Might as well get something back in return." Silently, he goes through all the possible places he can hide them. Under the floorboards, perhaps? In one of the vents? The back of a cupboard? Or maybe -
"And Mulder? Don't even think about hiding them," Scully warns. "I will find them."
He frowns and crosses his arms over his chest. "I don't see how this benefits me," he protests.
Scully quirks an eyebrow and smirks. "No?" she asks, placing the video on the table and walking over to him. She runs a finger along his jaw line, making him shiver involuntarily. "Are you sure about that?"
fin.