Yep, another installment.
Blame my muse who is still MIA, plus the fact that I'm starting run shifts at the store I work at, meaning that I don's have a lot of time to think of story.
Anyways...on w/ the fic.
**Disclaimer** All hail Chris Carter. Most of these people belong to him. Don't sue. I have nothing but this computer, my car, and a TV. Really not worth suing over. Plus I'm sure there are other things...what? Don't look at me like that!
Alex and Mulder walked back into the living room as Mrs. Rose pulled out the scrapbook(AN: I can't spell album).
"Aww, I wanna see how widdle and cute he was," said Mulder as Alex started to pinch and poke him.
"What?"
"Nothing. You just had a bug on you."
"That you had to pinch off me. Riight."
Alex made a face at Mulder as he walked over to the couch.
"This picture was when Alex was 4 months."
"Awwww, such cute little cheeks. Although what was with that grimace?"
"Oh that, He'd been very constipat-"
"MOM!!!!!!"
"For goodness sakes, you don't have to yell sweetie."
Alex flopped over into the couch and made a face at Mulder.
"What? I didn't say anything."
"This is your fault."
"OK, then. I'll leave. It was nice to meet you Mrs Rose. You too, Mr. Rose."
"Fox."
"No seriously. It's getting late as it is."
"Well ok. You're not mad at me are you?"
"Nah."
"Want me to walk you to the door?"
"How romantic."
"Funny."
"That's why you love me."
They got up and walked over to the front door.
"Here's my cell phone number. I always have it on. I want you to call me tonight."
"Ok, Fox."
They kissed briefly before Mulder walked out of the door.
Alex stood in the doorway until Mulder got into his car, and he waved until Mulder pulled out of the yard and into the street.
I love that guy so much. Even if he does tick me off sometimes.
Mulder pulled into his driveway and cut off the engine.
He didn't get out, but instead he just sat and thought about what had happened.
He then got out with a smile on his face.
Since no one was home, he decided that he should probably take the chance to enjoy the calmness of the house and take a bath.
As he got into his room, he started to strip off his clothes and then he walked into his bathroom.
Once the water was in the tub, and at the right temperature(slightly hot), he eased himself into it and started to drift off.(AN: hot baths make me sleepy as hell. lol)
He felt a hand on his shoulder, and because he was asleep, he thought that it was part of his dream.
As the hand started to trace his chest and stomach, he started to smile and moan Alex's name.
However, once the hand broke the water and started to stroke him, his eyes snapped open and he realized that it wasn't a dream.
"What the fuck are you doin here?"
"Making you happy, it seemed."
"You're the last person that I want to breathe the same air I do, let alone touch me."
"Oh really now?"
"Yes really, you fucking pervert. Get out."
"You really shouldn't be so insolent boy. I ought to teach you some manners."
"Am I not speaking English? Am I not speaking loudly enough for your old ass? Get out."
"Oh come now. You don't want me to leave."
"Yes I do. Get the fuck out right now."
"This isn't over boy."
"Whatever. Just get the fuck out."
The old man smirked before finally leaving the bathroom.
Mulder stood up to get out of the tub and started to towel off.
He looked over the counter and realized that he didn't bother to grab any clothes.
Mulder wrapped the towel around his waist and peeped his head out of the door.
Once he saw that the coast was clear, he walked into his room.
He started to rummage through his closet when he heard his bedroom door slam.
"I told you that this wasn't over boy."
"Get out of my room."
"You should really learn some manners."
"Are you a broken record? Get out!"
"My, my. Such hostility for such a young man."
"I'll show you fucking hostile. Get out!"
"Not just yet," replied the man, as he walked over to Mulder and grabbed him.
"Let me go!"
"Not just yet," he replied, as he turned Mulder around so that they were both facing the same direction.
He threw an arm around Mulder's torso to keep his arms in place as he used his other hand to yank off Mulder's towel.
"Let me go!"
"Not just yet," he replied, as he kissed Mulder's neck and started to stroke his penis.
Yep, I'm gonna leave it right there.
*hides from tomatoes and eggs*
Ya missed!!!!!
Hey, if I keep at this rate, maybe by the next time I write, Chris Carter will finally sell them to me. :D
Blame my muse who is still MIA, plus the fact that I'm starting run shifts at the store I work at, meaning that I don's have a lot of time to think of story.
Anyways...on w/ the fic.
**Disclaimer** All hail Chris Carter. Most of these people belong to him. Don't sue. I have nothing but this computer, my car, and a TV. Really not worth suing over. Plus I'm sure there are other things...what? Don't look at me like that!
Alex and Mulder walked back into the living room as Mrs. Rose pulled out the scrapbook(AN: I can't spell album).
"Aww, I wanna see how widdle and cute he was," said Mulder as Alex started to pinch and poke him.
"What?"
"Nothing. You just had a bug on you."
"That you had to pinch off me. Riight."
Alex made a face at Mulder as he walked over to the couch.
"This picture was when Alex was 4 months."
"Awwww, such cute little cheeks. Although what was with that grimace?"
"Oh that, He'd been very constipat-"
"MOM!!!!!!"
"For goodness sakes, you don't have to yell sweetie."
Alex flopped over into the couch and made a face at Mulder.
"What? I didn't say anything."
"This is your fault."
"OK, then. I'll leave. It was nice to meet you Mrs Rose. You too, Mr. Rose."
"Fox."
"No seriously. It's getting late as it is."
"Well ok. You're not mad at me are you?"
"Nah."
"Want me to walk you to the door?"
"How romantic."
"Funny."
"That's why you love me."
They got up and walked over to the front door.
"Here's my cell phone number. I always have it on. I want you to call me tonight."
"Ok, Fox."
They kissed briefly before Mulder walked out of the door.
Alex stood in the doorway until Mulder got into his car, and he waved until Mulder pulled out of the yard and into the street.
I love that guy so much. Even if he does tick me off sometimes.
Mulder pulled into his driveway and cut off the engine.
He didn't get out, but instead he just sat and thought about what had happened.
He then got out with a smile on his face.
Since no one was home, he decided that he should probably take the chance to enjoy the calmness of the house and take a bath.
As he got into his room, he started to strip off his clothes and then he walked into his bathroom.
Once the water was in the tub, and at the right temperature(slightly hot), he eased himself into it and started to drift off.(AN: hot baths make me sleepy as hell. lol)
He felt a hand on his shoulder, and because he was asleep, he thought that it was part of his dream.
As the hand started to trace his chest and stomach, he started to smile and moan Alex's name.
However, once the hand broke the water and started to stroke him, his eyes snapped open and he realized that it wasn't a dream.
"What the fuck are you doin here?"
"Making you happy, it seemed."
"You're the last person that I want to breathe the same air I do, let alone touch me."
"Oh really now?"
"Yes really, you fucking pervert. Get out."
"You really shouldn't be so insolent boy. I ought to teach you some manners."
"Am I not speaking English? Am I not speaking loudly enough for your old ass? Get out."
"Oh come now. You don't want me to leave."
"Yes I do. Get the fuck out right now."
"This isn't over boy."
"Whatever. Just get the fuck out."
The old man smirked before finally leaving the bathroom.
Mulder stood up to get out of the tub and started to towel off.
He looked over the counter and realized that he didn't bother to grab any clothes.
Mulder wrapped the towel around his waist and peeped his head out of the door.
Once he saw that the coast was clear, he walked into his room.
He started to rummage through his closet when he heard his bedroom door slam.
"I told you that this wasn't over boy."
"Get out of my room."
"You should really learn some manners."
"Are you a broken record? Get out!"
"My, my. Such hostility for such a young man."
"I'll show you fucking hostile. Get out!"
"Not just yet," replied the man, as he walked over to Mulder and grabbed him.
"Let me go!"
"Not just yet," he replied, as he turned Mulder around so that they were both facing the same direction.
He threw an arm around Mulder's torso to keep his arms in place as he used his other hand to yank off Mulder's towel.
"Let me go!"
"Not just yet," he replied, as he kissed Mulder's neck and started to stroke his penis.
Yep, I'm gonna leave it right there.
*hides from tomatoes and eggs*
Ya missed!!!!!
Hey, if I keep at this rate, maybe by the next time I write, Chris Carter will finally sell them to me. :D