From trevizo@utep.edu Sun Sep 29 03:10:52 1996 Return-Path: owner-x-files-fanfic@chaos.taylored.com Received: from chaos.taylored.com (chaos.taylored.com [206.53.224.58]) by sh1.ro.com (8.7.6/8.6.9) with SMTP id KAA02652 for ; Sun, 29 Sep 1996 10:15:29 -0500 Received: (qmail-queue invoked by alias); 29 Sep 1996 08:11:10 -0000 Delivered-To: x-files-fanfic-outgoing@chaos.taylored.com Received: (qmail-queue invoked by alias); 29 Sep 1996 08:11:09 -0000 Delivered-To: xff-outgoing@chaos.taylored.com Received: (qmail-queue invoked by uid 1003); 29 Sep 1996 08:10:41 -0000 Received: (qmail-queue invoked from smtpd); 29 Sep 1996 08:09:59 -0000 Received: from mail.utep.edu (trevizo@129.108.1.4) by chaos.taylored.com with SMTP; 29 Sep 1996 08:09:59 -0000 Received: by mail.utep.edu (1.37.109.16/16.2) id AA024494652; Sun, 29 Sep 1996 02:10:52 -0600 Date: Sun, 29 Sep 1996 02:10:52 -0600 (MDT) From: Gil Trevizo To: x-files-fanfic Subject: Chocolate Covered Skinner (1/1) by Steven M. Wagner Message-Id: Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII Sender: owner-x-files-fanfic@chaos.taylored.com Precedence: bulk X-UIDL: 18481788b915d8988cf08ef05b349219 I did not write this. Please send all comments to the author at (swagner@ntwrks.com). __________ / __ __ \ ( (__) (__) ) --------[[[---------]]]------------------------------------------------- Chocolate Covered Skinner Steven M. Wagner swagner@nando.net Rating: Silly DISCLAIMER: This is a fiction story based on the characters created by Chris Carter. No infringement of copyrights held by 10/13 Productions, Twentieth Century Productions, or Fox Broadcasting is intended. All unrecognized characters and plot- lines belong to me. Names, characters, and places exist solely within my imagination, or are used fictitiously. No connection to any person, living or dead, is intended, and any resemblance is entirely coincidental. Feel free to distribute, but please keep me as the author. AUTHOR'S COMMENT: I acknoledge the use of the book "Romance Writers Phrase Book" by Jean Kent & Candace Shelton. SUMMARY: Scully gets a special night-time snack. Scully never remembered what woke her up. One moment she was sound asleep, the next she was awake, rising fluidly from her solitary bed. She stood up slowly, her body petite and flowerlike. She wasn't worried, she realized as she pushed the long tresses, as copper as a newly minted penny, out of her blue eyes. a voice told her. She smoothed down the long blue satin gown, and walked to the bedroom door. Each step brought the suggestion of nimble curves beneath the silken gown. What she saw there was so amazing, it made here doubt her sanity. There was the dark figure of a man, barely illumnated by the moon, big and powerful, his chest broad and muscular. There was a ruggedness and vital power that attacted her. It was her boss, FBI Assistant Director Walter Skinner, hardass extraordinaire, in lotus position mediating on her living room floor. As she got closer, she got the second shock of the night. Her virile boss was sitting there, chanting a mantra, covered in white chocolate. She was taken aback by the sight. And the smell. The sweetly intoxacating musk of his body mingled with the rich smell of the chocolate overwhelming the dainty agent. A rosen color came to her ivory skin. She walked slowly towards the bear of a man, her hips swaying in an ancient rhythum. His entire body was covered with the white confection except for his face. And she loved white chocolate. she thought. A sense of urgancy drove her as she took the first lick of the rich white candy off his body. A delicious shudder heated her body. A delightful shiver of wanting ran thru her. Her tongue carressed his senstive skin. A spurt of hungry desire spiraled thru her as she made her way up his leg. Her lips were light and playful as she traced a sensual path to ecstasy. She gave a lone moan of pleasure as her mouth filled with chocolate and man. She stopped when there was no chocolate left. Her whole being seemed to be filled with wanting more. She looked into the face of the serene AD. She stared into his eyes, eyes that were compelling, magnetic. Eyes smoldering with fire and the promice of passion yet to come. She was glad that she could share this evening with him, but saddened by the end of the treat. Before she could meditate on this fact, the figure moved. He rose in one fluid motion, towering over her. He reached down to her, stretching out his long, powerful arm, a crystal jar in the open palm, a smile upon his face. His tone was velvet, yet edged with steel. "Shall we try some strawberry jam now," he invited. "Buzzt," the sound of the alarm clock shocked the agent awake. She woke with a start and jolted upward. She looked around her in the hard light of day. She pushed the shoulder length red hair back out of her eyes. She padded out to the living room in her oh-so-practical cotton pajamas, her face burning as she remembered the dream. But now in the harsh light of the morning, there was no Skinner, no little bit of candy. She sat down on the couch and thought for a moment. She shook her head and reached for the phone. "Mulder." "Mulder, sorry to bother you. But do would know what it means if you dream of your boss covered in chocolate?" ---THE END--- RECIPE: I have no recipe for white chocolate sauce. There are several available on the market. As for the amount of sauce to cover a man of Walter Skinner's stature, I have no idea. I suspect that you will have fun discovering that fact.  --=====================_843937860==_ Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" ------ Steve Wagner Cary, NC, USA swagner@ntwrks.com --=====================_843937860==_--