From: ms_glinda@hotmail.com
Date: Wed, 25 Nov 1998 23:29:03 GMT
Subject: NEW Flesh and the devil 1/1

Flesh and the devil 1/1
By Ms Glinda  (  ms_glinda@hotmail.com )

Catagories  M+S UST, V H(?)
Rating  PG
Spoilers  Blink and you'll miss it FTF

Disclaimer  The characters in this piece belong to CC, 1013 and Fox TV.  No
infringement is intended.

Summary.  Has Mulder been watching too many cartoons?
(Note.... I'm sorry if I offend anyone from the Bronx, your accents are great
:-)  )

Archiving   Heck, I would be proud, anywhere is good, but please mail to say
where. Thanks.


Flesh and the devil 1/1


Skin. Just plain skin. That's all it was.  Well OK, maybe it was a little
paler that most. A little softer. Maybe it had just the right dusting of
freckles. But it was just plain skin, nonetheless.

So why did that skin unnerve him. Twist his already fragile frame of mind
just off its axis. Make him feel alternately like a fumbling schoolboy and a
dirty old man, just looking at that skin. Heck,  it wasn't as if he hadn't
seen that skin before. He had. He had seen a lot more of that skin, a hell of
a lot more. This was just a little. A little piece. Just where the neck of
her top gaped a little, just above her left breast. Just a small piece of
soft, pale, freckled skin.

He pulled his eyes away. He tried to concentrate on her words, the sound of
her voice. The picture evidence and reports she was showing him, imparting to
him her knowledge and theories. Important information. He nodded
absentmindedly, making a non committal noise in his throat. All the while his
eyes were drawn back down to that skin.

He thought of those cartoons. The ones with Bugs or Tom or Daffy with the
devil on one shoulder and an angel on the other. He was sure that if Scully
looked up right now, she would see a little red devil, sitting on his
shoulder, pitchfork in hand and cigar hanging from his mouth (those cartoon
devils always had a cigar hanging from their mouth, he recalled), whispering
in a thick Bronx accent to just look a little closer. Imagine what the skin
would look like a little lower, underneath the fabric of her top and lace of
her bra, it would encourage. C'mon buddy, you know what it's like. Look a
little closer. Imagine tasting that skin. Licking that skin. You know you
want to do it. Throw her on the desk and taste her. Do it, buddy. C'mon. Do
it....

Mulder licked his lips. He waited for the angel to appear on the other
shoulder in a puff of smoke, halo shining, pious look in place, like they
always did. Just in time to remind him that this was Scully. You don't throw
Scully anywhere my boy, it would intone. You respect this woman. She is not
an object to be used, forced or abused. Remember the pure path, my boy. She
is to be adored, don't give in to the animal within, the evils of the
flesh....

He waited.

No angel. No puff of smoke. No glinting halo. He glanced quickly at his right
shoulder. Damn it. Come on, he thought. This is your cue, angel. Time to
offer that good advice.

Nothing.

The devil on his left guffawed loudly, cigar drooping from his lower lip,
pitchfork raised in triumph. Mulder turned quickly at the noise to stare at
his left shoulder.

'Mulder?'

'Huh'  He turned to her confused for a moment.

'Have you listened to a word I've said?'

He notices she has straightened in her chair, that the small patch of skin has
disappeared again beneath the ribbed material. He stares at the now covered
skin.

'Mulder'

Her sharp tone pulled him back. He notes that she has pulled her jacket around
herself and is buttoning it up.

'Mulder, what the hell do you think you are doing?'

He felt his face redden and he averted his eyes from her, embarrassed at being
caught out. And as he closed his eyes, he thought he heard gruff tones, thick
with cigar smoke whisper conspiratorially in his ear  'I'll be seein' ya soon,
buddy',  as the fading laugh echoed around his brain.

End


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