Author's Note: I think I got carried away with this. Be warned of sexual
content and I don't own the x files.I with I did though. Oh, and sorry its
so short. Exams are killing me.
The hotel room, was very empty. The curtains were a drab gray that held out the scorching sun and heat with the assistance of a small air conditioner. Mulder pulled the curtains closed and sat down on one of two single beds. Scully was pacing around the limited space in the room, her heels clicking on the tiled floor. She looked very much like an impatient business woman, her black skirt tight to her body and her black jacked close fitting.
"So here's what it think happened," Scully announced with a sudden decisiveness. "It was just some hoax and we just happened to stumble upon some farmer doing his work"
"And what type of work would that be?" Mulder asked.
Scully's heels continued to tap as she thought. "Dammit Mulder I don't know. I thought you said that you had an idea."
"I did but your remarkable farmer notion wiped it from my memory." He replied saucily as he lay back on the bed.
Scully stopped and glared at him. "No, really Mulder. What do you think?"
"Well, I think we should talk about what happened before the working farmer came."
A faint blush crept across Scully's cheeks and she looked away. "There's nothing to talk about".
There was a creak as Mulder sat up on the bed. Scully looked down at the ground as Mulder stood up and approached her. His hands slid slowly around her waist, encircling her in his warm arms.
"Why not?" He whispered, his breath warm on her neck.
Her heart was pounding and all she could smell was 'him' all around her. His head rested lightly on her shoulder tickling her slightly.
"Fox, we-"
"Shh..." Mulder whispered into her ear. His hands moved up her chest, languidly undoing the buttons of her black jacket. Her body was trembling as his hands moved steadily upwards until the jacket was free revealing the white blouse underneath. He drew it down her arms and cast it onto a chair in the corner where it lay in a crumpled pile.
"I." Scully's wide eyes were met by Mulder's loving ones. The stood for a few seconds, locked in an intimate gaze. She opened her mouth to speak again but his fingers reached out and brushed her face. He traced her cheek line and outlined her mouth.
Scully responded, freeing herself to his touch. His hands roamed her body, creeping up her shirt and sending shivers of pleasure throughout her. His finger aroused sensations that she'd never felt before and she wanted him more that any other man she ever known. She reached down and removed his hands from her body. Quieting his whimpers of protest she pulled back and began to slowly undo the buttons on her shirt.
For Mulder it was too slow, agonizing as her fingers moved slowly upwards revealing scarlet material. He moved to help but she shock her head and placed one finger to her lips.
The red lace stood out against her pale skin enhancing her bust and helping her figure. Meanwhile, Mulder pulled his jacket off and the black shirt underneath. Scully faced Mulder again, her hands coyly covering her chest. Mulder gazed wistfully as she advanced towards him.
An extremely unexpected knock interrupted them as a muffled voice called to them. "Agent Mulder, Agent Scully?"
"Shit." Scully cried vehemently as she fished around the floor for her skirt. Mulder muttered some incoherent words ad he pulled his clothes back on.
When Scully opened the door everything appeared normal, Mulder lying on one bed reading a magazine and Scully's stuff sitting neatly by her bed. She gave their visitor a weak smile, her messy hair the only thing wrong with the picture.
A.U. Was that too much? Too little? You tell me.
The hotel room, was very empty. The curtains were a drab gray that held out the scorching sun and heat with the assistance of a small air conditioner. Mulder pulled the curtains closed and sat down on one of two single beds. Scully was pacing around the limited space in the room, her heels clicking on the tiled floor. She looked very much like an impatient business woman, her black skirt tight to her body and her black jacked close fitting.
"So here's what it think happened," Scully announced with a sudden decisiveness. "It was just some hoax and we just happened to stumble upon some farmer doing his work"
"And what type of work would that be?" Mulder asked.
Scully's heels continued to tap as she thought. "Dammit Mulder I don't know. I thought you said that you had an idea."
"I did but your remarkable farmer notion wiped it from my memory." He replied saucily as he lay back on the bed.
Scully stopped and glared at him. "No, really Mulder. What do you think?"
"Well, I think we should talk about what happened before the working farmer came."
A faint blush crept across Scully's cheeks and she looked away. "There's nothing to talk about".
There was a creak as Mulder sat up on the bed. Scully looked down at the ground as Mulder stood up and approached her. His hands slid slowly around her waist, encircling her in his warm arms.
"Why not?" He whispered, his breath warm on her neck.
Her heart was pounding and all she could smell was 'him' all around her. His head rested lightly on her shoulder tickling her slightly.
"Fox, we-"
"Shh..." Mulder whispered into her ear. His hands moved up her chest, languidly undoing the buttons of her black jacket. Her body was trembling as his hands moved steadily upwards until the jacket was free revealing the white blouse underneath. He drew it down her arms and cast it onto a chair in the corner where it lay in a crumpled pile.
"I." Scully's wide eyes were met by Mulder's loving ones. The stood for a few seconds, locked in an intimate gaze. She opened her mouth to speak again but his fingers reached out and brushed her face. He traced her cheek line and outlined her mouth.
Scully responded, freeing herself to his touch. His hands roamed her body, creeping up her shirt and sending shivers of pleasure throughout her. His finger aroused sensations that she'd never felt before and she wanted him more that any other man she ever known. She reached down and removed his hands from her body. Quieting his whimpers of protest she pulled back and began to slowly undo the buttons on her shirt.
For Mulder it was too slow, agonizing as her fingers moved slowly upwards revealing scarlet material. He moved to help but she shock her head and placed one finger to her lips.
The red lace stood out against her pale skin enhancing her bust and helping her figure. Meanwhile, Mulder pulled his jacket off and the black shirt underneath. Scully faced Mulder again, her hands coyly covering her chest. Mulder gazed wistfully as she advanced towards him.
An extremely unexpected knock interrupted them as a muffled voice called to them. "Agent Mulder, Agent Scully?"
"Shit." Scully cried vehemently as she fished around the floor for her skirt. Mulder muttered some incoherent words ad he pulled his clothes back on.
When Scully opened the door everything appeared normal, Mulder lying on one bed reading a magazine and Scully's stuff sitting neatly by her bed. She gave their visitor a weak smile, her messy hair the only thing wrong with the picture.
A.U. Was that too much? Too little? You tell me.