Mulder's return with a handful of his golden fruits abruptly broke Scully's lusty mood down.
"Those are not apples, Mulder!" Scully indeed said, disappointed.
"I know, I know… But I'm not privy to their little names."
"I don't identify them either, Mulder. We can't eat them. They could be poisonous."
Of course, rational and skeptical Scully and her voice of reason. Mood killer.
However, Mulder was never short of arguments and, ever the believer in his skills, always knew how to display a convincing slideshow for Scully.
Mulder dropped all he had in his hands down the floor and, spinning around, his arms outstretched, asked Scully: "I already ate a few of those fruits hours ago, Scully, and what do you see?"
"You," rolling her eyes.
"C'me on! A perfect healthy body, minus the external injuries, of course," he added while tip-tapping his belly like a drum.
Scully shrugged, not even impressed or turned on by Mulder's perfect abs and the aerial choreography performed by his penis.
"Tadaa! Time for the slice-show!" Mulder shouted as he was picking up the biggest of his fruits and his Leatherman.
Mulder opened the blade out and cut in half the juicy fruit, dripping all over his hand.
"Look at those sticky juices, Scully."
"I am."
"Take a closer look and smell."
Scully stepped forward and hovered her nose over the colored half for a split second, just pretending.
"I am," she sharply concluded.
"Cheater, you don't even try… Just trust me, please. Close your eyes and deep-breathe in through your nose."
This time, Scully let herself play Mulder's game, putting aside her uncalled for reason.
She inhaled deeply, as told, focusing on the flavors hitting her sensitive buds. Mulder was patently right, the sensation being divine and making her stomach growl in anticipation.
Mulder smiled. One-zero.
"Keep your eyes closed," Mulder told as he was withdrawing the piece of fruit from Scully's nose.
Then, joining the two halves in his left hand and sticking them against his chest, he approached his right index to Scully's lips.
"Now, open your mouth… Yeah, that's it," sliding his finger along her tongue. "Suck or lick, whatever, but taste, Scully."
She closed her lips on Mulder's finger, and, for a second, stilled, his coated skin stuck between her tongue and her palate, feeling hints of unexpected mixed savor. Then, grabbing Mulder's wrist, she reopened her mouth to fill it with Mulder's three longest fingers.
"Mmm," she moaned, sucking, licking and tasting, prickles running under her neck scar.
"You like it?"
Scully opened her eyes, looked straight at Mulder's, and licked his palm with the flat of her tongue.
"That's heavenly tasty, Mulder. Now, I want more."
"What about poison?"
"You're my poison," lowering her gaze down his belly where juices had been sliding. "My addiction."
Mulder grinned, a winner's smile on his face.
"And I'm taking the lead," Scully added.
"Suit yourself."
Still gripping Mulder's right wrist, Scully put his thumb in her mouth —no chance she would waste any drops of juice coating the skin of his hand— then grabbed and squeezed Mulder's semi-erect limb with her right hand.
Then, sliding her thumb over his humbly but obediently leaking tip: "I want all, all of them."
"Them?" with a faked innocent face.
Scully smiled and shrugged at their never-ending banter.
"Just shut the fuck up," Scully teased him.