Okay, here it is! I know the tantalizing teaser had my two readers wondering. That's right, two. I have more than one!! Woo!! Seriously, though, this took longer than I wanted, but here it is!!
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Nothing, I tell you!! Except Admiral Jenkins, who appears in chapter 3.
Chapter 2- Close Encounters of the Sexual Kind
Mulder heard himself mutter, "Captain Ahab was crazy, Starbuck was a wuss, Queequeg was stupid. That simple?"
Scully's voice replied, "Yeah, and you're the dick, Moby."
His eyes flickered open. A few feet from the bed, Scully sat comfortably in a large wooden chair. "What are you doing in here?" he asked.
"What, don't you want me to be in here?"
"No, I- well, yes- I do," he struggled. "I was just wondering."
"I couldn't sleep," Scully said. Mulder took a closer look. His partner was dressed in very cutesy sheep pajamas. "Can we talk a little, until I get tired?"
"What are you wearing?"
"What? Oh, these? Hermione lent them to me. I thought they were fun. Don't you agree?"
"Scully, you're wearing pink."
"I could get used to it."
"You're wearing tiny sheep."
Scully looked down at herself and shrugged. "It's not so bad."
Mulder shook his head. Maybe he was having a very realistically bizarre dream. Or a bizarrely realistic dream. Hearing noise, he pulled open the door to find Ron whirling down the hall, wearing nothing but a bright yellow fedora. Choosing to ignore the teen's lack of clothes, Mulder closed the door and turned back to Scully.
"What did you want to talk about?"
Scully was silent. She seemed to be pondering how to phrase something. "Have you ever felt like there was something you wanted, more than anything, but something kept you from having it?"
Staring into her eyes, Mulder almost forgot to answer. "Yes. God yes."
"So you know what I'm saying, then?" her eyes twinkled suggestively.
"You have no idea." Mulder wanted nothing more than to take her in his arms and kiss her, but he was not sure how she would respond. He could not be sure of anything these days.
They stared at each other, the tension growing each moment. Mulder watched her chest rise and fall, deeper with every breath. In another moment, he knew that he was about to have his longtime wish granted.
Just then, Sirius poked his head in the door. "I hope I am not disturbing you." Mulder and Scully both looked at him. Mulder was about to burst (A/N: wink, wink) with desire.
"No, what is it?" Scully asked.
"I have been having the most intriguing dreams," Sirius began. "Is dream interpretation something you are familiar with?"
"I'll be right back," Mulder muttered, and left to find a bathroom.
He splashed cold water on his face and the back of his neck. Picking up a towel, he let out a disappointed sigh. Almost…but it was probably for the best. *What am I thinking? This was my Scully fantasy in real life!*
Very disheartened, and just barely daring to hope that another occurrence along the same lines would happen again. Mulder trudged back to his room.
Scully and Sirius had migrated to the hallway. Mulder approached in time to hear, "And then this giant woman named Maud came up and smacked me on the ass. She gave me a yellow daisy with blue spots and skipped away. So what do you think?"
Ron came whirling back down the hall. "Ron, you can whirl all you want, but will you please put on some clothes?" Sirius said, his voice playfully chastising.
Ron shook his head.
"Ronald Weasley, put some clothes on or will dress you. You won't like it, I promise," Sirius said sternly, hands on hips.
"Fine! Spoil all my fun!" Ron burst out. He ceased to whirl. Instead, he tossed his hair and sauntered down the hall to his room, nose in the air. Mulder did his very best not to look.
"Hmm, not half bad," Scully remarked. She was looking.
"Scully!" Mulder exclaimed. Wide-eyed, she turned to look him in the eye. Mulder gave up. "Never mind. I'm going to bed."
Back in his room, Mulder could not sleep. After such a thing almost happening, he was restless. He threw the blanket aside and went to the window. Not expecting it to open, he pushed a little. The window did not budge. Mulder sighed and resigned himself to peering outside.
A dark figure moved down at ground level. When he leaned over to get a better look, the figure turned. Evil red eyes burned into his. Then it was gone.
Mulder tossed in his bed for the rest of the night.
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The next day, they decided to examine the entire mansion. Opening the door to a spare bedroom, Mulder spotted something that caused him to cry out, "Pooh!"
Scully, a few steps behind him, shook her head slowly. "You sounded way too excited when you said that," she told him.
"No, look. Winnie the Pooh." Mulder entered the room and picked the stuffed animal up off the floor.
Scully pondered for a moment, then said, "Like I said…"
Ignoring her, Mulder placed Pooh on the bed and began to open drawers, not completely certain what he was looking for.
Scully picked up the stuffed bear and hugged it. "Mmm…so warm and fuzzy." She closed her eyes, a smile on her lips. Mulder paused in mid-rummaging to watch her. Ah, such beautiful lips. They parted, her tongue stroking the perfect skin of her bottom lip slowly and seductively. Mulder had to work to keep himself from panting. He tore his eyes away.
"Mulder, come here," Scully said firmly. Gathering his wits, Mulder turned slowly. Scully was lying on the bed, her shirt half unbuttoned. "Come here." Swallowing, Mulder took a few steps to the bed and sat gingerly on the edge.
Scully giggled and pulled him up next to her. She looked into his green eyes. (Yes, green). Her breathing quickened. She brought her head close. Mulder had been wishing for this for his entire life since he met her. He leaned toward her, excited, and at the same time expecting…
"Excuse me, have you seen Ron? I am trying to get him to put on some pants. It turns out, he has not had any clothes on since last night. How about that?" Sirius said from the doorway.
Scully held her shirt closed. "No," Mulder said. "We haven't seen him." *Go away, just nod and go away*
"Will you help me look? I would not want another incident like last night to happen."
"Just give me a minute," Scully said, buttoning her shirt. She looked helplessly at Mulder. "Go on ahead. I'll catch up in a minute."
On the point of screaming in frustration, Mulder walked stiffly from the room, giving Scully a sidelong glance. Her eyes took in his gaze and melted him.
"Sirius.." Mulder began, once they were out in the hall.
"You know, this happened before. I told him then, he would wear a dress for an entire day, a frilly pink one, if he could not keep his clothes on, but he just- oh, did you want to say something?"
"Um…well, that is…ugh, forget it." Mulder spun away and walked down a hall. He sporadically checked rooms to see if Ron was there, but it was a half-hearted effort. He could not stop thinking about Scully. Not that he really *ever* stopped thinking about her, but now… he could not believe that two times his dream had just been interrupted. He was so angry that he opened a door, found Ron prancing nude, and closed the door again without mentioning it.
Still searching later (apparently not having noticed that Ron had already been found), Mulder opened a door on the first floor, and evil red eyes glared through the window. A surprised shout escaped him.
Hermione and Sirius heard, and came running. By then the eyes were gone. "What is it?"
"These red eyes," Mulder explained. "I saw someone with red eyes yesterday, too. At night." He did not add that they scared him.
"Voldemort," Sirius growled. "Well, nothing to do now." He and Hermione left, talking quietly.
Mulder tried to shake off the image of the eyes. Scully came into the room. "I heard a shout. I knew it was you. What happened?"
Mulder did not answer. He looked at her, wishing that something else could happen, and this time Sirius wouldn't be there to interrupt it.
The eyes appeared at the window again. Scully gasped and jumped into Mulder's arms, which he had thrown protectively around her. In another flash, the red eyes had disappeared again.
"Why do they keep doing that?" Mulder muttered. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine," she breathed.
The perfect moment. Mulder pondered whether he should or not. That took all of one second. His face leaned down, closer to hers. Their lips just barely touched, brushing teasingly against each other, almost as though they did not dare do more. Her lips were so soft…
"I left my wand in here, I think," Sirius's voice was heard out in the hall.
Mulder cursed. To his surprise, Scully seemed angry, as well.
"Ah! There is my wand," Sirius pointed, pushing the door open.
"You didn't even have your wand out in here!" Mulder burst out indignantly.
Picking up the wooden rod, Sirius shrugged innocently. "Well, I lose my wand in the oddest places sometimes."
"AARGH!" Mulder stormed out of the room. That Bastard, with a capital B.
(A/N: and that rhymes with P and that stands for Pool! Sorry, I had to. I'm in The Music Man at our school!)
Between the night before, when he had seen the figure, and the night after this particular incident, Mulder was able to get about two hours of sleep. The next morning he knew he looked terrible, but he didn't care.
Mulder spent most of the day avoiding everyone. Later, in the kitchen, Scully came in. Looking in the fridge, she withdrew a can of whipped cream. They both looked at the can, and then at each other. They looked back at the can. She carefully put it back in the refrigerator. Without saying a word, they both left the kitchen through opposite doors.
End
Haha! wasn't that fun? Next chapter- Laundry day, the appearance of Admiral Jenkins, and puce underwear. That's puce, not puke. Eww. What a gross thought. Anyway, I like how the story is turning out so far. I'm glad other people like it too. Please Review. :)
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Nothing, I tell you!! Except Admiral Jenkins, who appears in chapter 3.
Chapter 2- Close Encounters of the Sexual Kind
Mulder heard himself mutter, "Captain Ahab was crazy, Starbuck was a wuss, Queequeg was stupid. That simple?"
Scully's voice replied, "Yeah, and you're the dick, Moby."
His eyes flickered open. A few feet from the bed, Scully sat comfortably in a large wooden chair. "What are you doing in here?" he asked.
"What, don't you want me to be in here?"
"No, I- well, yes- I do," he struggled. "I was just wondering."
"I couldn't sleep," Scully said. Mulder took a closer look. His partner was dressed in very cutesy sheep pajamas. "Can we talk a little, until I get tired?"
"What are you wearing?"
"What? Oh, these? Hermione lent them to me. I thought they were fun. Don't you agree?"
"Scully, you're wearing pink."
"I could get used to it."
"You're wearing tiny sheep."
Scully looked down at herself and shrugged. "It's not so bad."
Mulder shook his head. Maybe he was having a very realistically bizarre dream. Or a bizarrely realistic dream. Hearing noise, he pulled open the door to find Ron whirling down the hall, wearing nothing but a bright yellow fedora. Choosing to ignore the teen's lack of clothes, Mulder closed the door and turned back to Scully.
"What did you want to talk about?"
Scully was silent. She seemed to be pondering how to phrase something. "Have you ever felt like there was something you wanted, more than anything, but something kept you from having it?"
Staring into her eyes, Mulder almost forgot to answer. "Yes. God yes."
"So you know what I'm saying, then?" her eyes twinkled suggestively.
"You have no idea." Mulder wanted nothing more than to take her in his arms and kiss her, but he was not sure how she would respond. He could not be sure of anything these days.
They stared at each other, the tension growing each moment. Mulder watched her chest rise and fall, deeper with every breath. In another moment, he knew that he was about to have his longtime wish granted.
Just then, Sirius poked his head in the door. "I hope I am not disturbing you." Mulder and Scully both looked at him. Mulder was about to burst (A/N: wink, wink) with desire.
"No, what is it?" Scully asked.
"I have been having the most intriguing dreams," Sirius began. "Is dream interpretation something you are familiar with?"
"I'll be right back," Mulder muttered, and left to find a bathroom.
He splashed cold water on his face and the back of his neck. Picking up a towel, he let out a disappointed sigh. Almost…but it was probably for the best. *What am I thinking? This was my Scully fantasy in real life!*
Very disheartened, and just barely daring to hope that another occurrence along the same lines would happen again. Mulder trudged back to his room.
Scully and Sirius had migrated to the hallway. Mulder approached in time to hear, "And then this giant woman named Maud came up and smacked me on the ass. She gave me a yellow daisy with blue spots and skipped away. So what do you think?"
Ron came whirling back down the hall. "Ron, you can whirl all you want, but will you please put on some clothes?" Sirius said, his voice playfully chastising.
Ron shook his head.
"Ronald Weasley, put some clothes on or will dress you. You won't like it, I promise," Sirius said sternly, hands on hips.
"Fine! Spoil all my fun!" Ron burst out. He ceased to whirl. Instead, he tossed his hair and sauntered down the hall to his room, nose in the air. Mulder did his very best not to look.
"Hmm, not half bad," Scully remarked. She was looking.
"Scully!" Mulder exclaimed. Wide-eyed, she turned to look him in the eye. Mulder gave up. "Never mind. I'm going to bed."
Back in his room, Mulder could not sleep. After such a thing almost happening, he was restless. He threw the blanket aside and went to the window. Not expecting it to open, he pushed a little. The window did not budge. Mulder sighed and resigned himself to peering outside.
A dark figure moved down at ground level. When he leaned over to get a better look, the figure turned. Evil red eyes burned into his. Then it was gone.
Mulder tossed in his bed for the rest of the night.
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The next day, they decided to examine the entire mansion. Opening the door to a spare bedroom, Mulder spotted something that caused him to cry out, "Pooh!"
Scully, a few steps behind him, shook her head slowly. "You sounded way too excited when you said that," she told him.
"No, look. Winnie the Pooh." Mulder entered the room and picked the stuffed animal up off the floor.
Scully pondered for a moment, then said, "Like I said…"
Ignoring her, Mulder placed Pooh on the bed and began to open drawers, not completely certain what he was looking for.
Scully picked up the stuffed bear and hugged it. "Mmm…so warm and fuzzy." She closed her eyes, a smile on her lips. Mulder paused in mid-rummaging to watch her. Ah, such beautiful lips. They parted, her tongue stroking the perfect skin of her bottom lip slowly and seductively. Mulder had to work to keep himself from panting. He tore his eyes away.
"Mulder, come here," Scully said firmly. Gathering his wits, Mulder turned slowly. Scully was lying on the bed, her shirt half unbuttoned. "Come here." Swallowing, Mulder took a few steps to the bed and sat gingerly on the edge.
Scully giggled and pulled him up next to her. She looked into his green eyes. (Yes, green). Her breathing quickened. She brought her head close. Mulder had been wishing for this for his entire life since he met her. He leaned toward her, excited, and at the same time expecting…
"Excuse me, have you seen Ron? I am trying to get him to put on some pants. It turns out, he has not had any clothes on since last night. How about that?" Sirius said from the doorway.
Scully held her shirt closed. "No," Mulder said. "We haven't seen him." *Go away, just nod and go away*
"Will you help me look? I would not want another incident like last night to happen."
"Just give me a minute," Scully said, buttoning her shirt. She looked helplessly at Mulder. "Go on ahead. I'll catch up in a minute."
On the point of screaming in frustration, Mulder walked stiffly from the room, giving Scully a sidelong glance. Her eyes took in his gaze and melted him.
"Sirius.." Mulder began, once they were out in the hall.
"You know, this happened before. I told him then, he would wear a dress for an entire day, a frilly pink one, if he could not keep his clothes on, but he just- oh, did you want to say something?"
"Um…well, that is…ugh, forget it." Mulder spun away and walked down a hall. He sporadically checked rooms to see if Ron was there, but it was a half-hearted effort. He could not stop thinking about Scully. Not that he really *ever* stopped thinking about her, but now… he could not believe that two times his dream had just been interrupted. He was so angry that he opened a door, found Ron prancing nude, and closed the door again without mentioning it.
Still searching later (apparently not having noticed that Ron had already been found), Mulder opened a door on the first floor, and evil red eyes glared through the window. A surprised shout escaped him.
Hermione and Sirius heard, and came running. By then the eyes were gone. "What is it?"
"These red eyes," Mulder explained. "I saw someone with red eyes yesterday, too. At night." He did not add that they scared him.
"Voldemort," Sirius growled. "Well, nothing to do now." He and Hermione left, talking quietly.
Mulder tried to shake off the image of the eyes. Scully came into the room. "I heard a shout. I knew it was you. What happened?"
Mulder did not answer. He looked at her, wishing that something else could happen, and this time Sirius wouldn't be there to interrupt it.
The eyes appeared at the window again. Scully gasped and jumped into Mulder's arms, which he had thrown protectively around her. In another flash, the red eyes had disappeared again.
"Why do they keep doing that?" Mulder muttered. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine," she breathed.
The perfect moment. Mulder pondered whether he should or not. That took all of one second. His face leaned down, closer to hers. Their lips just barely touched, brushing teasingly against each other, almost as though they did not dare do more. Her lips were so soft…
"I left my wand in here, I think," Sirius's voice was heard out in the hall.
Mulder cursed. To his surprise, Scully seemed angry, as well.
"Ah! There is my wand," Sirius pointed, pushing the door open.
"You didn't even have your wand out in here!" Mulder burst out indignantly.
Picking up the wooden rod, Sirius shrugged innocently. "Well, I lose my wand in the oddest places sometimes."
"AARGH!" Mulder stormed out of the room. That Bastard, with a capital B.
(A/N: and that rhymes with P and that stands for Pool! Sorry, I had to. I'm in The Music Man at our school!)
Between the night before, when he had seen the figure, and the night after this particular incident, Mulder was able to get about two hours of sleep. The next morning he knew he looked terrible, but he didn't care.
Mulder spent most of the day avoiding everyone. Later, in the kitchen, Scully came in. Looking in the fridge, she withdrew a can of whipped cream. They both looked at the can, and then at each other. They looked back at the can. She carefully put it back in the refrigerator. Without saying a word, they both left the kitchen through opposite doors.
End
Haha! wasn't that fun? Next chapter- Laundry day, the appearance of Admiral Jenkins, and puce underwear. That's puce, not puke. Eww. What a gross thought. Anyway, I like how the story is turning out so far. I'm glad other people like it too. Please Review. :)