Title: Bodice Ripper (harlequin part two)
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: Mulder finds Scully's romance novel
Keywords: MSR, H, mostly fluff
Author's Notes: This is the sequel to Harlequin and one again, also satire. I hope you enjoy my take on Mulder's romance novel imagination...
Disclaimer: I told you already, they're not mine, damnit!! Sue me and all you'll get is every xfiles book ever published and about 20 wire-bound notebooks of unfinished fic...
Bodice-Ripper
By DramaPhile
Scully had just poured the cereal on her Special K when Mulder burst through the door.
"There's no time to waste, Scully, we've wanted this for so long!"
The rabid look in his eyes said it all to her, it was time to stop denying it.
It was time for another wild goose chase.
"I'll get your overnight bag and toothbrush while you finish your breakfast."
She panicked, he might see the novel in her trash can. He couldn't know she'd read such a trashy book, it was below her level, those books were written for lonely housewives, not FBI agents! But she'd indulged on a whim, and he might find out her secret. She couldn't stop him though because he'd know she was hiding something, she would just have to pray he wouldn't see it.
Mulder headed into her bedroom and pulled her pre-packed overnight bag out of the closet. On his way to the bathroom, he noticed a paperback book impaled on the edge of Scully's wastebasket. Normally he wouldn't go picking through her trash, but he was drawn to the cover art.
A buxom red head, in a cleavage-baring corset that was half undone, arching her back into a bare-chested man with dark hair and glistening tanned skin and a black mask over his eyes graced the paper book cover. The words "Savage Seduction" swirled in curly letters at the top of the page.
A romance novel.
Scully read romance novels!
He stifled a laugh and grabbed her toothbrush and toothpaste.
~X~
Hours later, Scully was driving so Mulder could take a nap.
She kept blushing whenever he looked at her, the memory of her dream fresh in her mind, but not he was asleep, and harmless for the time being.
Mulder curled against the armrest in a fight to get comfortable when suddenly, the car stopped.
She couldn't hold it in any longer.
"Mulder, I want you now!" Scully cried breathlessly, and removed her shirt revealing a black leather corset and plenty of cleavage. Mulder was shocked, but not upset to say the least.
"Scully, I've wanted you for so long!"
Ignoring the stick shift completely, Scully pounced on him, kissing him with 7 long years of pent-up passion and love while removing his tie and unbuttoning his dress shirt.
"I need you here, now!"
The desperation in her voice matched her kisses as she deftly removed his shirt and was not straddling him.
"Oh, Mulder I want you, Mulder, Mulder, MULDER!" She cried out for him.
"Mulder! Wake up!" A loud voice broke through his haze of lust and he opened his eyes to a fully clothed and visibly annoyed Scully.
"Mulder? We're at the hotel."
"Oh!" Flustered, he sat up and looked out the window, avoiding Scully's glare.
"The hotel."
"Are we going to register or just sit in the car all night?"
That didn't sound so bad to Mulder, but he had a feeling Scully thought otherwise.
"Register, yeah."
The blood was just starting to flow back into his brain from... other places.
He got out and approached the front desk, Scully following him.
"I need two rooms for the night."
"I'm sorry sir, we only have one room available tonight, but it has a King-sized bed and a hot tub."
King-sized bed... Hot tub... Mulder and Scully simultaneously blushed.
"If that's all you have I guess we'll have to take it."
"Sorry, but the sausage-making conference is tomorrow, so they've got us nearly booked up. Have you had the sausage around here? It's so big and juicy and..."
"Can we just get our key?" Scully interrupted abruptly.
The woman handed the key card to Scully and she ad Mulder headed up to check out the room as both tried with futility to banish the unpartnerly thoughts in their heads.
~Fin~
Is there to be a trilogy? Who knows? Perhaps if I can come up with a good idea for another harlequin story... heh heh. Hope I made you laugh!
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: Mulder finds Scully's romance novel
Keywords: MSR, H, mostly fluff
Author's Notes: This is the sequel to Harlequin and one again, also satire. I hope you enjoy my take on Mulder's romance novel imagination...
Disclaimer: I told you already, they're not mine, damnit!! Sue me and all you'll get is every xfiles book ever published and about 20 wire-bound notebooks of unfinished fic...
Bodice-Ripper
By DramaPhile
Scully had just poured the cereal on her Special K when Mulder burst through the door.
"There's no time to waste, Scully, we've wanted this for so long!"
The rabid look in his eyes said it all to her, it was time to stop denying it.
It was time for another wild goose chase.
"I'll get your overnight bag and toothbrush while you finish your breakfast."
She panicked, he might see the novel in her trash can. He couldn't know she'd read such a trashy book, it was below her level, those books were written for lonely housewives, not FBI agents! But she'd indulged on a whim, and he might find out her secret. She couldn't stop him though because he'd know she was hiding something, she would just have to pray he wouldn't see it.
Mulder headed into her bedroom and pulled her pre-packed overnight bag out of the closet. On his way to the bathroom, he noticed a paperback book impaled on the edge of Scully's wastebasket. Normally he wouldn't go picking through her trash, but he was drawn to the cover art.
A buxom red head, in a cleavage-baring corset that was half undone, arching her back into a bare-chested man with dark hair and glistening tanned skin and a black mask over his eyes graced the paper book cover. The words "Savage Seduction" swirled in curly letters at the top of the page.
A romance novel.
Scully read romance novels!
He stifled a laugh and grabbed her toothbrush and toothpaste.
~X~
Hours later, Scully was driving so Mulder could take a nap.
She kept blushing whenever he looked at her, the memory of her dream fresh in her mind, but not he was asleep, and harmless for the time being.
Mulder curled against the armrest in a fight to get comfortable when suddenly, the car stopped.
She couldn't hold it in any longer.
"Mulder, I want you now!" Scully cried breathlessly, and removed her shirt revealing a black leather corset and plenty of cleavage. Mulder was shocked, but not upset to say the least.
"Scully, I've wanted you for so long!"
Ignoring the stick shift completely, Scully pounced on him, kissing him with 7 long years of pent-up passion and love while removing his tie and unbuttoning his dress shirt.
"I need you here, now!"
The desperation in her voice matched her kisses as she deftly removed his shirt and was not straddling him.
"Oh, Mulder I want you, Mulder, Mulder, MULDER!" She cried out for him.
"Mulder! Wake up!" A loud voice broke through his haze of lust and he opened his eyes to a fully clothed and visibly annoyed Scully.
"Mulder? We're at the hotel."
"Oh!" Flustered, he sat up and looked out the window, avoiding Scully's glare.
"The hotel."
"Are we going to register or just sit in the car all night?"
That didn't sound so bad to Mulder, but he had a feeling Scully thought otherwise.
"Register, yeah."
The blood was just starting to flow back into his brain from... other places.
He got out and approached the front desk, Scully following him.
"I need two rooms for the night."
"I'm sorry sir, we only have one room available tonight, but it has a King-sized bed and a hot tub."
King-sized bed... Hot tub... Mulder and Scully simultaneously blushed.
"If that's all you have I guess we'll have to take it."
"Sorry, but the sausage-making conference is tomorrow, so they've got us nearly booked up. Have you had the sausage around here? It's so big and juicy and..."
"Can we just get our key?" Scully interrupted abruptly.
The woman handed the key card to Scully and she ad Mulder headed up to check out the room as both tried with futility to banish the unpartnerly thoughts in their heads.
~Fin~
Is there to be a trilogy? Who knows? Perhaps if I can come up with a good idea for another harlequin story... heh heh. Hope I made you laugh!