Beep, beep, beep...
Dana Scully groaned, rolled onto her back, and covered her head with a pillow.
Beep, beep, beep...
Fox Mulder stirred frowned and ducked under the cover.
Beep, beep, beep...
"Scullyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!! Make it stop!" Mulder whined, shaking the woman lying next to him.
"You do something about it," Scully mumbled lazily.
"Why didn't you turn it off last night?" Mulder complained, slipping further into the cover.
Scully snickered under her breath. "Yeah, like I'd remember when I was busy trying to get my hands on you."
"But it's your apartment and your bed!"
"Yeah, but the alarm clock's on your side," Scully's muffled voice pointed out from under the pillow.
Damn, Mulder thought, should have picked the other side of the bed last night.
With the rest of his body still under the cover, Mulder stretched out an arm and started to grab for the alarm clock.
Not you. No, you're not it. Nope. No luck here. Oh goddamn it, where's the alarm clock?
Finally he grabbed the right object, and started to push the various buttons on it.
No. Nah. Nope. Aha—!
Mulder smiled triumphantly as the beeping stopped and silence returned to the room.
Scully sighed happily under the cover. "That's more like it… now get back under here, brat."
