Title: I'm Not Sure (1/1)
Author: RocketMan >lbontger@wmcstations.com<
Disclaimer: The characters belong to CC and 1013 Productions. No
infringement intended. I will put them back I promise.....
Rating: PG MSR
Dedicated to Marianne, who always encourages me to make them kiss. This
is a silly story just for you. ;)

I'm Not Sure (1/1)

I think I saw his lips curl up when I said that.
But of course, I've been paying way too much attention to Fox Mulder's
lips. So I'm not sure if he really did. I've been having some odd . . .
visions.
They all involve Mulder's beautiful pouty lips.
In close proximity to mine.
So I'm not sure.
I walk over to the file cabinet and pick out the five related cases that
he said were in there. I think I've found them, but I'm not sure. I'm
not sure ever with Mulder's odd filing system.
He takes them from my hands and smiles like he just knows exactly what
dangerous thoughts I've been thinking.
<Oh please just kill me now>
I can't stand seeing his lips so close.
What is this fetish with lips?
I'm not sure it is a fetish really. Only Mulder's lips are arousing me
so much. Only Mulder.
His lips twitch and I watch as he peers through the folders then nods
his head as if agreeing with the silent voice in his head.
Maybe it's the same voice in my head. The one saying Dana Scully just
what in hell are you thinking?
"Scully?"
"Oh!" I jerk and almost fall off my precarious perch on his desk,
feeling idiotic, but then I've felt pretty idiotic ever since this lip
thing. So I'm not sure how idiotic I actually looked.
"Scully? Do you mind going?"
I look at him with a determined face. Determined not to make a complete
fool of myself. "Mind going where?"
He sighs. "Scully why aren't you listening to me?"
<Oh I'm entranced by those lips. Please keep talking.>
"I am listening. I just got a little distracted."
"We're going to Graceland, remember? I've said it about three times. For
the Elvis week?"
I am now focused.
"Elvis?"
"Yeah. I told you we were investigating a claim that Elvis is
reappearing there, per some predictions and some odd -"
"Mulder! Graceland!"
He smiles and I'm not so dristacted as before. I mean Graceland!
"Graceland, Graceland, Memphis, Tennessee." he sings, in a bad imitation
of Paul Simon. Then he smiles and I really can't help looking a his
lips. I mean I really tried.
"Mulder...."
"Come on Scully. It'll actually be fun. This is so made up, I know, but
it gives us a kind of vacation together."
<Vacation? Together?>
"I'm there."
"Huh?"
"Uh....nothing. I'm just.......All right. Whatever Mulder. When do we
leave?"
"Right now."
"What?!"
"Scully! I told you this yesterday!"
"You did?"
<Had I been *that* distracted?>
"Scully, are you all right?"
"I'm not sure."
His face blanches because I never say that. It's always......well, you
know what it always is.
"Scully?"
"Unh-huh?"
"Scully, has something happened to you?"
I am laughing at him, and at myself. "I'm not sure." I pick up the
ticket he had put on the desk earlier.
"Do you think you can fly?"
"I don't have wings, Mulder." I saw with scorn.
<Oh....that joke bombed.>
"Scully?"
"Sheesh, Mulder. Get that look off your face...oh never mind."
He had begun pouting again. Yum. Those lips.
"Scully, you seem to be, well...."
"Mulder, come here." I say and hold out my hands to him. He walks
obligingly into my embrace.
I lean forward until his lips fill my entire field of vision. I think I
am about to kiss him.
But he beats me to it.
Those fine pink lips descend as an eagle after prey, catching my mouth
in his kiss and drawing out any rational thought I might have previously
had.
He backs away and smiles as I try in vain to recover from that.
"All better, now Scully?"
I blink a few times.
"I'm not so sure....."
And he leans forward once again.

end.
adios
RocketMan
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