Title: Harlequin
Author: DramaPhile Dramaphileme@aol.com
Rating: a strong PG-13,
Spoilers: None, really, but let's say it takes place sometime during season 7 but before Requiem (I refuse to acknowledge season 8 in my fic)
Summary: Scully's love affair reads like a Romance novel...
Keywords: MSR, H, mostly fluff
Author's Notes: PLEASE READ: This is satire. I've been trying for weeks to write the perfect clichéd fic as my shot at Romance fic writers who continue to write fic with absolutely no regard for plot or characterization, just cheesed out romance. Before you flame me, I do admit to this offense occasionally, but let me get by for comedy's sake... pick out all the clichés I dare you...
Disclaimer: Gets out her top hat and cane and starts to sing:
Not mine, Not mine, Dammit leave me alone, they're not mine!
*Large hook yanks her off the stage*
Harlequin*
By Drama
Unable to hold in his passion any longer, Mulder burst into the door and swept Scully into his arms, her fiery hair glittering with the light from the fireplace. He kissed her madly, breathlessly, with all the passion he held inside of him and their two hearts beat as one.
Her creamy white skin was like milk against the honey tan of his glistening bare chest, his muscles rippling in their embrace. They clutched each other in a crushing embrace, never wanting to separate from each other's arms.
He pulled away, his mood ring hazel eyes golden with lust.
"I love you, Scully!" He said breathlessly, his voice like honey over gravel.
Scully's heart felt as if it would burst and her crystal blue eyes shone like stars.
"I love you too, Mulder!"
Their lips touched again in a suffocating kiss of 7 years of shared passion again.
She gasped as he scooped her up into his strong arms tightly and he was surprised how light she was as he carried her to his bed.
"Oh Mulder!" she cried, "You're the only one I ever wanted!" her voice husky with passion.
"Oh, Scully!" he cried and then lowered his lips to her luscious neck, beeping loudly.
Scully's alarm clock beeped again and she reached over groggily to turn it off.
She shook off the last remnants of sleep and picked up the bodice-ripper Harlequin( romance novel that lay open on her night table.
"Never again," she muttered as she tossed it into her trash can, "Never again."
~FIN~
I hope you found it mildly amusing... there's a sequel I haven't decided whether to type yet... let me know if you want it...
Oh, btw,
FEEDBACK POR FAVOR!!
Oh, and Harlequin is a brand of cheesy bodice-ripper lonely housewife romance novels in case you didn't know (my mother reads them... lol)
Author: DramaPhile Dramaphileme@aol.com
Rating: a strong PG-13,
Spoilers: None, really, but let's say it takes place sometime during season 7 but before Requiem (I refuse to acknowledge season 8 in my fic)
Summary: Scully's love affair reads like a Romance novel...
Keywords: MSR, H, mostly fluff
Author's Notes: PLEASE READ: This is satire. I've been trying for weeks to write the perfect clichéd fic as my shot at Romance fic writers who continue to write fic with absolutely no regard for plot or characterization, just cheesed out romance. Before you flame me, I do admit to this offense occasionally, but let me get by for comedy's sake... pick out all the clichés I dare you...
Disclaimer: Gets out her top hat and cane and starts to sing:
Not mine, Not mine, Dammit leave me alone, they're not mine!
*Large hook yanks her off the stage*
Harlequin*
By Drama
Unable to hold in his passion any longer, Mulder burst into the door and swept Scully into his arms, her fiery hair glittering with the light from the fireplace. He kissed her madly, breathlessly, with all the passion he held inside of him and their two hearts beat as one.
Her creamy white skin was like milk against the honey tan of his glistening bare chest, his muscles rippling in their embrace. They clutched each other in a crushing embrace, never wanting to separate from each other's arms.
He pulled away, his mood ring hazel eyes golden with lust.
"I love you, Scully!" He said breathlessly, his voice like honey over gravel.
Scully's heart felt as if it would burst and her crystal blue eyes shone like stars.
"I love you too, Mulder!"
Their lips touched again in a suffocating kiss of 7 years of shared passion again.
She gasped as he scooped her up into his strong arms tightly and he was surprised how light she was as he carried her to his bed.
"Oh Mulder!" she cried, "You're the only one I ever wanted!" her voice husky with passion.
"Oh, Scully!" he cried and then lowered his lips to her luscious neck, beeping loudly.
Scully's alarm clock beeped again and she reached over groggily to turn it off.
She shook off the last remnants of sleep and picked up the bodice-ripper Harlequin( romance novel that lay open on her night table.
"Never again," she muttered as she tossed it into her trash can, "Never again."
~FIN~
I hope you found it mildly amusing... there's a sequel I haven't decided whether to type yet... let me know if you want it...
Oh, btw,
FEEDBACK POR FAVOR!!
Oh, and Harlequin is a brand of cheesy bodice-ripper lonely housewife romance novels in case you didn't know (my mother reads them... lol)