Title: Savage Seduction (harlequin part three)
Author: DramaPhile Dramaphileme@aol.com
Rating: 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: after some... disturbing dreams, Mulder and Scully are forced to share a bed
Keywords: MSR, H, mostly fluff
Author's Notes: well, I did it, it's a trilogy and yes, this is the last fic and no I won't write more. It's in the spirit of the first two in the series and I hope just as, if not more amusing! It takes off where Bodice Ripper left off last...
Disclaimer: oh for god's sake, just read the first two parts!!
Savage Seduction
By DramaPhile
Scully opened the door to the hotel room and sighed with relief when she saw its contents. The bed was HUGE, definitely big enough for she and Mulder to sleep in without having to touch each other all night.
Mulder too was secretly glad for the wide space he'd be able to put between Scully and himself.
"I'm beat, let's turn in for the night."
Mulder agreed and grabbed his bag and headed into the bathroom to change.
Scully changed into her pajamas, silently wishing she had packed a long-sleeved, high-necked, ankle-length flannel nightgown instead of matching blue silk shorts and tank top.
Mulder emerged in navy blue boxers and a grey t-shirt and they got into bed, neither looking at the other, each inching as close to their side of the bed as possible. Finally confident she was as far as humanly possible from Mulder, Scully drifted off into blissful slumber.
At 3am, she awoke with a start after a particularly vivid dream about You Know Who and found herself in the center of the bed, practically on top of him. Somewhere in the course of the night, they had migrated towards each other and now were wrapped up in one another's arms.
Mulder's eyes snapped open and they jumped apart, embarrassed. Scully sat up and Mulder followed suit.
"Can't sleep?'
Mulder nodded and flicked on the bedside lamp.
"I had a weird dream."
Scully perked up at this revelation.
"Really? Me too."
"What was yours about?"
Scully froze, embarrassed to reveal her dream's content.
"Oh, Nothing." She sounded about as natural as Formica.
"Oh." Mulder was more than a little disappointed that she wouldn't tell.
"Why? What was your about?
"Oh, nothing."
"Oh."
They sat there in silence for a long moment until they simultaneously broke the silence.
"Mulder I-" "Scully I-"
The both froze.
"You go first."
"No, you can."
"No, I insist you go."
Scully finally relented.
"I had a dream about you," she mumbled, barely audible.
She couldn't understand Mulder's mumbled response.
"What did you say?"
"I said me too."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
Silence played between them.
"What happened in your dream, Scully?"
Mulder could swear he saw her blush in the dim light.
"Well... Ah..."
"It's okay, you don't have to tell."
Scully nodded and stared at her hands.
"Mulder I have something to tell you."
"Scully I have something to tell you."
"You go first." They said at the same time and smiled at the inanity of it.
They each took a deep breath and spoke from the heart.
"I love you."
Each was shocked by the other's revelation.
"Oh, Mulder, I always dreamed that you and I could be together."
"Scully, you don't know how happy you've made me."
They stared into each other's eyes, blue meeting green, and leaned closer, sharing a kiss of 7 years of pent up passion.
"I love you Mulder!" she whispered.
"Oh, Scully! I love Billy Jean's not my lover, she's just a girl who claims that I was the one, but the kid is not my son!"
Michael Jackson's voice blasted Chris Carter's left ear as he was jolted out of his disturbing dream.
He looked over at his laptop and realized he's been on AOL all night, so he closed to fanfiction.net webpage he'd been at and shut down his computer.
"Never again," he muttered as he plodded towards the bathroom, "Never again."
~fin~
11:35 pm, Friday, august 31, 2001
My muse has got to change her office hours or I'm never going to get any sleep!
Feedback, please! Hope you enjoyed the insanity!
Oh, the lyrics to Billy Jean belong to Michael Jackson and his record company
Author: DramaPhile Dramaphileme@aol.com
Rating: 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: after some... disturbing dreams, Mulder and Scully are forced to share a bed
Keywords: MSR, H, mostly fluff
Author's Notes: well, I did it, it's a trilogy and yes, this is the last fic and no I won't write more. It's in the spirit of the first two in the series and I hope just as, if not more amusing! It takes off where Bodice Ripper left off last...
Disclaimer: oh for god's sake, just read the first two parts!!
Savage Seduction
By DramaPhile
Scully opened the door to the hotel room and sighed with relief when she saw its contents. The bed was HUGE, definitely big enough for she and Mulder to sleep in without having to touch each other all night.
Mulder too was secretly glad for the wide space he'd be able to put between Scully and himself.
"I'm beat, let's turn in for the night."
Mulder agreed and grabbed his bag and headed into the bathroom to change.
Scully changed into her pajamas, silently wishing she had packed a long-sleeved, high-necked, ankle-length flannel nightgown instead of matching blue silk shorts and tank top.
Mulder emerged in navy blue boxers and a grey t-shirt and they got into bed, neither looking at the other, each inching as close to their side of the bed as possible. Finally confident she was as far as humanly possible from Mulder, Scully drifted off into blissful slumber.
At 3am, she awoke with a start after a particularly vivid dream about You Know Who and found herself in the center of the bed, practically on top of him. Somewhere in the course of the night, they had migrated towards each other and now were wrapped up in one another's arms.
Mulder's eyes snapped open and they jumped apart, embarrassed. Scully sat up and Mulder followed suit.
"Can't sleep?'
Mulder nodded and flicked on the bedside lamp.
"I had a weird dream."
Scully perked up at this revelation.
"Really? Me too."
"What was yours about?"
Scully froze, embarrassed to reveal her dream's content.
"Oh, Nothing." She sounded about as natural as Formica.
"Oh." Mulder was more than a little disappointed that she wouldn't tell.
"Why? What was your about?
"Oh, nothing."
"Oh."
They sat there in silence for a long moment until they simultaneously broke the silence.
"Mulder I-" "Scully I-"
The both froze.
"You go first."
"No, you can."
"No, I insist you go."
Scully finally relented.
"I had a dream about you," she mumbled, barely audible.
She couldn't understand Mulder's mumbled response.
"What did you say?"
"I said me too."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
Silence played between them.
"What happened in your dream, Scully?"
Mulder could swear he saw her blush in the dim light.
"Well... Ah..."
"It's okay, you don't have to tell."
Scully nodded and stared at her hands.
"Mulder I have something to tell you."
"Scully I have something to tell you."
"You go first." They said at the same time and smiled at the inanity of it.
They each took a deep breath and spoke from the heart.
"I love you."
Each was shocked by the other's revelation.
"Oh, Mulder, I always dreamed that you and I could be together."
"Scully, you don't know how happy you've made me."
They stared into each other's eyes, blue meeting green, and leaned closer, sharing a kiss of 7 years of pent up passion.
"I love you Mulder!" she whispered.
"Oh, Scully! I love Billy Jean's not my lover, she's just a girl who claims that I was the one, but the kid is not my son!"
Michael Jackson's voice blasted Chris Carter's left ear as he was jolted out of his disturbing dream.
He looked over at his laptop and realized he's been on AOL all night, so he closed to fanfiction.net webpage he'd been at and shut down his computer.
"Never again," he muttered as he plodded towards the bathroom, "Never again."
~fin~
11:35 pm, Friday, august 31, 2001
My muse has got to change her office hours or I'm never going to get any sleep!
Feedback, please! Hope you enjoyed the insanity!
Oh, the lyrics to Billy Jean belong to Michael Jackson and his record company