Get The Knack
by Audrey Cooper
xf_writer@geocities.com
October, 1996

Summary: A short scene from sometime in the future. Perfecting a new 
skill... <g>.

Classification/Rating: V, MSR. PG-13. 

Disclaimer: No one is mentioned by name, so... no disclaimer here.
Lyrics from "Good Girls Don't" by The Knack are used without 
permission.

I would appreciate feedback in any shape or form!
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Get The Knack
by Audrey Cooper
xf_writer@geocities.com


"Good girls don't, good girls don't, well she'll be tellin' you, 
good girls do-n't...but I do...." 

She raised her head and said, "I love that song!"

"Me, too," he said, pushing her head back down. "Keep your eyes open 
and pay attention to what you're doing!" His own eyes closed and he 
leaned his head back against the couch. He played absently with a 
lock of her hair.

She raised her head again, grinning wickedly. "You are gonna die," 
she said, before she bent forward once more. Her left foot kept time 
with the music.

"You really think you're gonna take me? What a way to go," he 
groaned, as his eyes opened slightly, to watch what she was doing. 
"No, don't...wait!" His hand tightened on the curl he held.

She stopped and looked up innocently. "What?"

He heaved out his breath. "That was too close! Be careful! You've 
got to think about where you'll end up before you start moving so 
fast." 

"Do you want me to learn this, or what?" 

"You're doing great. All you need is more practice. You've really 
gotten pretty good since we first started. Remember, you're 
supposed to be enjoying this, too."

"I know, I know. But sometimes.... Oh! Maybe, this will do it!" She 
moved abruptly. "How's that?"

"That's good, baby, just like that," he agreed. He took a deep 
breath. "Now, it's my turn," he said, reaching down.

"That's not fair," she moaned. 

"Is so. What, do you want to quit?" He was watching her reaction 
closely -- he had her now.

"Yeah." 

"What?" His eyes narrowed.

"I'm tired of playing chess," she answered. "Let's make out."

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End

So, please, let me know what you think...

Audrey Cooper
xf_writer@geocities.com

M: "I think you drooled on me."
S: "Sorry." 
The X-Files, Pusher