From: ephemeral@ephemeralfic.org Date: 25 Jun 2005 04:37:24 -0000 Subject: Black Silk Boxers by salliejohns Source: direct Reply To: salliejohns@comcast.net TITLE: Black Silk Boxers AUTHOR: salliejohns CATEGORY: MSR, Scully POV RATING: Appropriate for ages 13 and older SPOILERS: None FEEDBACK: Favorable feedback will be cherished at salliejohns@comcast.net; negative feedback will just make me cry, so please don't bother. DISCLAIMER: The characters in this story belong to some combination of Chris Carter, FOX, and 1013 Productions. AUTHOR'S NOTES: This is a companion piece, of sorts, to my story "The Thong." It's not necessary to read that in order to appreciate this, but I'd love it if you did. You can find it here: http://www.geocities.com/salliejohns927/TheThong.html BETA THANKS: Thanks to my dear friend Shoshana for her lightning-like beta services. DEDICATION: This is for my darling Deia. Happy birthday, sweetheart. Black Silk Boxers by salliejohns Mulder's birthday is tomorrow. I have one afternoon to pick out a gift he'll smile over, and promptly forget about. Just this once, I'd like to find something for Mulder that he'd really like-- something that has nothing to do with aliens, conspiracies, or that video collection he used to spend so much time with. I think I may have actually come up with an idea for something he might enjoy and never expect. I just have to overcome my reticence and go ahead and buy it. Actually, the plan itself isn't that daunting--as an FBI agent, I've faced far scarier challenges. It's just that this whole "relationship thing" is still so new, and I'm simply not comfortable with the idea of waltzing boldly into a store and purchasing a pair of men's underwear. Sexy men's underwear. Oh God, why didn't I have a glass of wine instead of a cup of coffee before I left for the mall? OK. I can do this; I'm sure I can. When Mulder gifted me with that box of skimpy thongs that he likes me to wear, he was so pleased with himself I thought he was going to burst into song. I'm sure he didn't stand outside the store nearly paralyzed with fear before his purchase. Men can be such show-offs. I like to keep things a little more, uh, discreet. I'm an adult. I'm allowed to buy a pair of boxer shorts, for goodness sakes. I'll just ask that older gentleman to help me. He's probably sold so many pairs of underwear that this won't mean a thing to him. I need a second to compose myself though--this is definitely *not* the time to start thinking about how Mulder looks in his boxers, with all that smooth, golden skin, and those hard muscles on his upper arms and chest. Mmmmm. . .Mulder's chest, with those nipples that I love to play with, and that line of hair that leads down the center of his belly and disappears. . . .Good grief, Dana! Get hold of yourself, before you say or do something embarrassing. And wipe the silly grin off your face. "Yes, these will be fine." They feel amazing. *Mulder* will feel amazing. . . "What?" Concentrate, Dana. "No, I don't need them wrapped, thank you." I'm not sure I'll even give them to Mulder. Of course I don't have anything else for him, and these really are perfect. Speaking of perfect, I'll bet these boxers will really hug that perfect, firm butt of his. Oh brother, I am so far gone it's pathetic. XXXXX Well obviously the decision not to wrap was a good call. And really, everything turned out all right, despite my misgivings. More than all right, in fact. I can still see the way Mulder's face lit up with delight when I walked into his bedroom carrying a cupcake, candle burning, humming "Happy Birthday," wearing nothing but his brand, new pair of black silk boxers. It turned out to be quite a celebration after all. fin