A.N Firstly, thank you for all the wicked reviews and advise about coffee
*smiles* It proves my theory that sucking up works! And you know what that
means don't you?.lots more sucking up from me! And I will try and include
more MSR! I know how we all love it! Sorry the gap in-between updating is
getting longer! I've been ill!
Mulder re-entered the basement with a my-life-sucks kinda face and immediately collapsed into his chair causing it to nearly tip over backwards.
'Where did you go?' Scully asked watching his face harden.
'No where' He mumbled under his breath.
'Ahhhh I remember going there once' Scully said looking at him intensely.
'Hardy har' He shot back sarcastically. 'I went to the men's room'
'Why are you so angry then? Was there no toilet roll?' Scully said raising an eyebrow.
'No' He snapped, staring into space in deep thought.
'Sorry for speaking'
'Apology accepted' He mumbled, not paying much attention to what Scully was saying.
'Seriously Mulder, what has made you so snappy?' She asked coming round and sitting opposite him.
'Just.leave it ok?' He said avoiding her gaze.
'Fine' She accepted grudgingly.
That evening Mulder sat on his sofa with clothes and mess surrounding him as he watched some late night tv show that was slowly boring him to death. In his head he was slowly working out ways to either kill Mark which he didn't really want to do or make Scully realise his feelings without him telling her himself, neither seemed surprisingly hopeful. He got brought out of his thoughts as he heard a hard knock on the door.
Mulder moaned as he got up and padded over to the door while rubbing at his eyes which were finding the light difference hard.
'Humph' He mumbled opening the door and trying to focus on who was standing there. His eyes slowly put all the blurry colours into a shape that he recognised. Scully.
'Hey' She said with a smile. Mulder looked at her up and down and noticed she was wearing a tight, black dress, which showed of all her curves and had a slit up the side.
'Scul-' He started but got cut off when she covered his mouth with her hand.
'Don't speak' She said walking into his apartment and pushing him away from the door. She grabbed his shirt collar and pulled him towards her with a shove and kissed him. Hard. Their tongues wrestled around for a while until Mulder was suddenly very aware of her hand slowly running up the inside of his thigh-
Mulder woke up. He sat up while breathing heavily and ran his sweaty fingers through his hair. He smacked his head with his hand as he fell back down onto his bed.
Another Scully dream, he thought. They weren't unusual in his head what so ever but every time he had one he woke up with a sinking feeling in his stomach as he realised she wasn't his..yet.
A.N (again) I don't suppose someone could let me know where abouts Scully's mum lives could they? My mind has gone blank!
Mulder re-entered the basement with a my-life-sucks kinda face and immediately collapsed into his chair causing it to nearly tip over backwards.
'Where did you go?' Scully asked watching his face harden.
'No where' He mumbled under his breath.
'Ahhhh I remember going there once' Scully said looking at him intensely.
'Hardy har' He shot back sarcastically. 'I went to the men's room'
'Why are you so angry then? Was there no toilet roll?' Scully said raising an eyebrow.
'No' He snapped, staring into space in deep thought.
'Sorry for speaking'
'Apology accepted' He mumbled, not paying much attention to what Scully was saying.
'Seriously Mulder, what has made you so snappy?' She asked coming round and sitting opposite him.
'Just.leave it ok?' He said avoiding her gaze.
'Fine' She accepted grudgingly.
That evening Mulder sat on his sofa with clothes and mess surrounding him as he watched some late night tv show that was slowly boring him to death. In his head he was slowly working out ways to either kill Mark which he didn't really want to do or make Scully realise his feelings without him telling her himself, neither seemed surprisingly hopeful. He got brought out of his thoughts as he heard a hard knock on the door.
Mulder moaned as he got up and padded over to the door while rubbing at his eyes which were finding the light difference hard.
'Humph' He mumbled opening the door and trying to focus on who was standing there. His eyes slowly put all the blurry colours into a shape that he recognised. Scully.
'Hey' She said with a smile. Mulder looked at her up and down and noticed she was wearing a tight, black dress, which showed of all her curves and had a slit up the side.
'Scul-' He started but got cut off when she covered his mouth with her hand.
'Don't speak' She said walking into his apartment and pushing him away from the door. She grabbed his shirt collar and pulled him towards her with a shove and kissed him. Hard. Their tongues wrestled around for a while until Mulder was suddenly very aware of her hand slowly running up the inside of his thigh-
Mulder woke up. He sat up while breathing heavily and ran his sweaty fingers through his hair. He smacked his head with his hand as he fell back down onto his bed.
Another Scully dream, he thought. They weren't unusual in his head what so ever but every time he had one he woke up with a sinking feeling in his stomach as he realised she wasn't his..yet.
A.N (again) I don't suppose someone could let me know where abouts Scully's mum lives could they? My mind has gone blank!