From: xf_emily_sim@yahoo.ca
Date: Sun, 20 Jun 2004 10:01:21 -0400 (EDT)
Subject: Goat-men, Friends, and a Fine Merlot by xangel
Source: direct

Title: Goat-men, Friends and a
       Fine Merlot
Author: Emily Sim
Category: MSR
Rating: R 
Spoilers: None
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Saturday Morning

Dana Scully opened her eyes slowly. The sun was 
just peeking in through the slight opening in 
the drapes and the rays dappled over her bed in 
an obscure dancing pattern. She stretched, 
feeling the popping in her spine as she came to 
full consciousness. For a moment she felt good, 
lying back, blissfully oblivious to her 
surroundings. It lasted as long as it took for 
the drumbeat echoing behind her eyes to assert 
itself and for her to realize, with sudden 
clarity that she was again missing some time. 

Ohshitohshitohshit. Last night was a blur of 
images flashing in her pounding head and behind 
her aching eyes. She had no recollection of how 
she had gotten home much less _stripped_ 
ohgodohgodohgod -- Frantically she felt below 
the covers -- fuck -- t-shirt -- no bra -- 
underwear still on--oh god, did it smell like 
sex in here -- how had she gotten home--how had 
she gotten into bed --

Her head throbbed and her teeth felt like they 
were coated with fur. She was dizzy. She 
flopped back after an unsuccessful bid to 
extract herself from the warmth of her bed. 
Laying back and closing her eyes against the 
suddenly too bright light, she became aware of 
the clattering of pots coming from her kitchen. 
Of its own accord her hand began a desperate 
dance patting spot beside her -- it was warm --
oh god it was warm. Cracking one eye open she 
noted an indent on the pillow next to her. The 
colour drained from her face.  Who was in her 
apartment?

****

Friday, May 17

Tonight was girl's night. Well, okay, Dana 
Scully really didn't have a girl's night. But 
this evening she would find herself in the 
company of two childhood friends, Ellen and 
Sandra. After a nasty divorce several years 
ago, Sandra was braving the waters and getting 
remarried.  


Scully entered the office with a grin on her 
face and a non-fat latte clutched in her hand. 
With her erratic work schedule, and, let's face 
it, partner, trying to get away for a night out 
on the town was hard. 

Her friends had, in light of Sandra's impending 
nuptials, decided that if 'Mohamed couldn't 
come to the mountain' they were bringing the 
little pre-nuptial party to her. After years of 
being devoted to the students she taught at 
Colville Senior High, Sandra was revoking her 
vow to remain single for the rest of her life. 

Sandra's parents had divorced when she was 13 
and Dana remembered the day the shy, dark 
haired girl had moved into the base house down 
the street from her own. Unusual for the times, 
Sandy lived with her dad and grandmother and 
rarely spoke about her mother.  For the young 
tomboy it had been a relief to find another 
girl who was still interested in climbing trees 
and hunting for bugs. It also helped that 
Sandra's physical development was as delayed as 
her own. It was really nice to have a gym 
partner who didn't spend her time bragging 
about how her big boobs were getting in the way 
of running.

 It gave Dana a glimmer of hope. Perhaps the 
normal life she had envisioned for herself at 
one time, the life that seemed further and 
further away as the X-Files demanded more of 
her time, would one day be a reality. Then 
again, she would have to actually find time to 
spend with someone. 

And there was the relationship that was not 
quite a relationship with Mulder.

She was happy for Sandy. After her first 
marriage ended in divorce, Sandy had retreated 
into herself and her work. Not that much 
different than Scully had after too many 
horrors had piled up in her own life.

She was looking forward to going out and just 
being herself again. Although they had kept in 
touch through letters and email she hadn't seen 
Sandy since the X-Files had taken over her 
life. 

It was a little easier keeping in contact with 
Ellen. As Adam's godmother she was forced out 
of the basement every so often. Ellen was good 
at drawing her out of herself. During high 
school the three of them had spent many a night 
together studying and moaning about their lack 
of dates. 

Scully moved to her desk and deposited her lap 
top case, latte and purse. As she booted up her 
computer she noticed a Post-It someone had 
tacked to the edge of the monitor. 

'S - come on down - the water's fine.' 

If he had another case he wanted to drag her 
away for this weekend she wasn't going along 
for the ride. Locking her purse in her drawer 
she headed down to the bowels of the building 
to see what her partner was up to. 

The first thing she heard, as she stood poised 
to turn the handle, was the click of the slide 
projector. She groaned. Not another slide show. 
With a deep intake of breath, she opened the 
door to find the room darkened and the wall 
illuminated with a projection of blood and 
guts.

"Hey Scully, can you say viscous without 
slurring your s's???"

"Mulder, what the hell is that?"

"What is it now or what did it start life as?"

"I'm not doing it."

"Aw, Scully, I haven't even asked you to do 
anything-"

"_Yet_." One eyebrow arched as she folder her 
arms across her chest. 

 "What do I think it is or what does the local 
vet think it is?"

"I'm not playing your games today. I'm not 
taking this case Mulder. I have plans this 
weekend and I'm not changing them."

"Oooo, a hot date Scully?"

"Jealous Mulder?"

Visions of Philadelphia forced their way into 
both agents' minds. "Nothing. Nothing at all." 
He commented hastily, as he beat a quick 
retreat back to the matter at hand. "It's a 
goat - man."

"A goat?" It was somewhere between a statement 
and a question. 

"No, a goat- _man_"

"A _goat-man_? There's no such thing as a goat-
man Mulder. Where'd you get the picture from - 
the Weekly Star?"

"Nah, came from the National Enquirer, everyone 
knows Star can't be trusted." Mulder quipped. 
"Seriously, Langly pulled this from a satellite 
feed. He has a friend down in Texas who swears 
someone is messing with the livestock."

"And you believed him? You're not getting me to 
change my plans this weekend, Mulder, certainly 
not for something as far out as this. This is 
beyond even your usual fare."

"Really, Scully. Someone is screwing around, 
trying to recreate Frankenstein using local 
livestock and recently deceased citizens.  
Langly's contact claims that one of the doctors 
on staff at a local hospital is extracting bone 
marrow to harvest cells before the patients go 
off to the great blue yonder."

"No. I. Am. Not. Going. There is no case here 
and I have plans."

Mulder shut the projector down and slumped back 
into his chair, his mouth drawn down into the 
biggest pout she had seen in a long time. "You 
didn't even bring _me_ a coffee."

Oh for goodness sake. He could be so 
infuriating sometimes. Grabbing a reasonably 
clean cup, she poured half the hot liquid into 
it. "Here, I'll share. Now, I have those 
reports on my _desk_ upstairs to finish before 
the weekend. You're going to have to find 
someone else to dive into goat guts. I'm not. I 
can't see Skinner signing off on the 302 
anyway."

"Ewww! This isn't real cream."

"It's my latte."

"Yeah, yeah, sorry. So, what're you doing 
tonight?"

She took note of the way his eyes dropped just 
before he nonchalantly asked the question, 
hunting for something in the chaos on his desk.  
She knew it was a ploy, knew he was trying hard 
not to let her see the importance of her 
answer. "Girlfriends, Mulder - two of them. 
Ellen and Sandy are here. It's sort of a send 
off for Sandy. She's getting married next 
weekend, remember?"

He recalled her requesting the weekend off. 
Actually what he recalled was her getting a 
phone call mid-morning last month and telling 
him to 'write it down, Mulder, because if you 
commit us to some stupid hunt for crop circles 
or E.T. I _will_ shoot you again.' 

"Ah, yes, I remember. So what are you girls 
doing - painting the town red?" She read his 
concern in the casual way he asked; in the way 
he changed tactics with the next one. "You 
know, there are a lot of weirdo's out there 
these days. The other day I overheard --"

"Mulder, I'm a federal agent and I carry a gun. 
Thanks for your concern but we'll be fine.  
Anyway, I need to get back up and get those 
reports done." She softened a little, taking in 
the concern for her safety so evident in his 
eyes. "Lunch?"

"Yeah, sure. Call down when you're ready to 
go."

The rest of the day passed rather pleasantly. 
Lunch out on the bench was normal and nice. Not 
once did Mulder try and arm twist or guilt her 
into following him off on his goat hunt. It was 
all - just nice. She even managed to get away 
early enough to beat the hectic Friday 
afternoon traffic.

Everything had gone amazingly smoothly until 
the moment she was she standing in front of her 
closet doing the 'I don't know what to wear 
dance.' The bed was littered with half a dozen 
various bottom options and at least ten 
different tops. To make things worse she had 
less than twenty minutes to make up her mind 
before it was time to go. She finally pulled 
out a pair of low riding Miss Sixty dress 
pants. She looked back to the mess on her bed, 
knowing she'd be spending some of those twenty 
minutes hanging things back up.  

With less than ten minutes to go, she finally 
gave up and pulled out an old stand by -- a 
comfortable Banana Republic shirt she had 
picked up last summer. It was cut tastefully 
low, with 3/4 sleeves and just brushed the top 
of her pants. When she lifted her arms it was 
possible to see the glint from her navel ring. 
She felt good about how she looked and quickly 
put the rest of her rejects back where they 
belonged and headed out to meet her friends at 
Paolo's. 

They had opted for a piano/jazz lounge that 
featured dining and a live band later in the 
evening. She didn't have to wait long for a cab 
and was soon happily chatting with her two 
closest friends. Ellen was laughing as Sandy 
shoved the picture back in her wallet. "You 
wait, Ellen. One day you'll wish Steve was as 
young as Josh." 

"Robbing the cradle, I'd say!" Ellen gave 
another snort of laughter.

Sandra turned her nose up and faced Dana. "And 
you haven't said a word Miss FBI."

Scully blushed. Sandra's Josh was ten years her 
junior and quite good looking. A little too 
blonde for her liking, and the beard looked a 
little silly, it was an odd looking goatee. 
Goat - oh man, couldn't she just leave him at 
the office for one night? 

"Yoo-hoo -- FBI lady? Dana? Hello?" Scully 
looked up startled.

"Sorry, didn't mean to zone out. Joshy's cute 
Ellen, you're just jealous!"

"Nah got one. It's time we did something about 
you, Dana. I know a few good guys around town. 
In fact, Steve has a couple of recently 
divorced buddies who are looking to settle 
down. I'd be happy to set the wheels in 
motion." 

Ellen hid a grin as she sipped her wine. She 
knew better than Dana did what the chances were 
of Dana agreeing. Ellen kept waiting for her 
friend to give in and jump her partner. She 
wondered how long it would take for her to 
admit she was interested. Ellen was pretty sure 
Mulder returned the sentiments. 

She had watched the two of them together on the 
rare occasions when she visited. She was also 
privy to Mrs. Scully's view on things during 
the time Dana was missing and during her 
cancer. Ellen would phone faithfully every two 
days for an update when she was missing and 
often enough during her cancer to allow Dana's 
mom to talk. On both instances Mulder's actions 
were not those of just a partner. It sounded 
suspiciously like her Steve might have behaved 
under the same circumstances. She watched as 
flush moved up Dana's neck and turned her 
cheeks red. 

"Ah, no one for you but that tall, hazel-eyed 
partner of yours. Don't you deny it, Danes." 

"Things are good the way they are. Don't you 
look at me like that, Sandy. It's bad enough 
having Ellen trying to fix me up long distance. 
I swear she has someone new every month who 
would be 'just perfect'. She's almost as bad as 
my mom."  Her smile was reflected in her eyes 
and the two friends knew no offense was taken. 

Good wine loosened tongues and they were well 
on their way when the band began to play. The 
three were garnering quite a few looks from the 
other patrons, and a table of four towards the 
back seemed to take particular interest in the 
trio. The men occupying it seemed to watch with 
interest the interactions among the women. The 
fact that one of them wore a wedding band, the 
other an engagement ring, did not seem to dull 
their interest in the least. Ellen had noted 
their interest, especially the young man who 
seemed captivated with Dana. She hoped he'd 
come and ask her friend to dance. It would do 
Dana a world of good to have some hunk hot for 
her. She signaled the waiter to bring them 
another bottle of wine.


"Whew!" Dana collapsed into her chair bumping 
the table as she did so. She loved to dance and 
Blond and Beautiful was charming as a partner. 
"Thanks David, that was fun."

Ellen smirked as she watched him walk away, 
swaggering slowly. Give it up buddy, she 
thought. You were a nice distraction, but not a 
tall, dark FBI agent. Her friend mused that 
Dana had found a way to interject his name into 
most of the evening's conversation, and the 
drunker she became the more she was willing to 
share. Another couple of glasses of wine and 
Ellen bet she could even get an honest 
confession out of her. 

"Truth or Dare, Danes." Ellen hid a smirk 
behind her napkin. She knew her friend didn't 
drink much and having her inebriated and loose 
tongued was promising to be too much fun to 
ignore. 

"Ah, that's a kid's game, Elly." 

Sandra caught Ellen's wink and chimed in. "If 
you choose truth and don't answer you get a 
dare! And if you refuse the dare we get a 
truth. Okay -- truth or dare -- you first, 
Danes."

"Okay, dare."

Ellen giggled. "I dare you to ask that old guy 
over there for the next dance." Ellen indicated 
a mature gentleman who seemed a little more 
than taken with what he could see of Dana's 
chest and Sandy's legs.  

Both women watched as Dana sauntered over to 
the table. It was all they could do to not 
burst out laughing as his eyes nearly popped 
out of his head at his good fortune. 

"Shit" exclaimed Sandy. "Look at the swagger in 
those hips. She shouldn't be allowed to look 
that good walking!" 

Dana made sure the little show she was putting 
on continued onto the dance floor. When she was 
done, Herman 'just call me Hermy' was 
practically drooling.  

She sat down with a triumphant look.  "My turn 
Elly! Truth or Dare?"

They game continued through two more bottles of 
wine and much laughter. One poor gentleman 
nearly choked on his drink when Ellen, refusing 
to answer a very personal question on sexual 
technique, had to take a dare from Sandra. She 
approached him to ask if he would like to 
father her children. She came back to the table 
barely able to hold it together, her lazy, 
looping stagger speaking to the amount of 
liquor the trio had consumed. 

Turnabout was only fair play and Ellen flashed 
a wide grin Sandra's way. "Here Sandy." She 
shoved her cell phone into her hand. "I dare 
you to call Josh and pretend you got his number 
from the escort service when you called looking 
for a date." 

Sandra whooped with delight, grabbed the phone 
and called. She may have gotten away with it 
save for the giggles in the background. As she 
pressed the end button she flashed an evil grin 
first at Ellen and then a nod indicating Dana. 
"Okay Danes -- truth or dare?"

"Truth. I'm too drunk", Scully slurred, "to do 
any walking that I don't hafta."

Sandy rubbed her hands together. "So Danes, if 
you had the chance would you hit on Mulder?"

"SANDY! He's my partner. I won't even digna - 
dignify", she hiccupped, "that with an answer."

"And she refuses the truth. Oh baby! Here's the 
phone, Danes. Call and invite him here."

She giggled and grabbed the phone. It took 
three tries before she tossed it back at Sandy 
and pulled out her own. "Only hafta press one 
numer on this one." The call connected just as 
the band started up again, making it difficult 
to hear.

"Mulder."

"Who? Muller? I can't hear. You there?"

"Scully?"

"Yeah. Is Me Muller. I'm at Palo - shit - 
Paolo's. I got a dare. Wanna come down?" 

"Scully, have you been drinking?"

"Muller, I can't hear anything. You gotta come 
down. We're at Paolo's. Bye Muller."

Scully put her phone away and held her hand 
over her glass when Sandy tried to fill it 
again. "Pass. I'm woozy."

"So is he coming, Danes?" 

Scully giggled. She was doing a lot of that 
tonight. "Depends what part of the video he was 
at Sandy." At this she collapsed back in her 
chair laughing. "Oooo! The room is spinny."

Ellen nudged Sandy. "Think he's ever seen her 
like this?"

"I don't think I've seen her like this!" Sandy 
rolled her eyes and leaned into Ellen. "Could 
be interesting. Here comes Mr. Blondie again."

Both women watched as Dana followed his 
progress towards her, trying desperately to 
keep her body from listing. She was obviously 
drunk and trying hard to maintain some 
semblance of her FBI in control persona. 

He leaned over her, planting his hands on the 
arms of the chair. Her friends watched as she 
pulled herself up straight and, as firmly as 
possible, in her best don't mess with me I'm an 
FBI agent voice, asked him to step back. He 
grinned in response and leaned in even closer, 
opened his mouth to speak --- and was roughly 
pulled back.

"I think the lady said step back." Anyone who 
had sat in on an interrogation with the speaker 
knew that voice and what it implied. But David, 
a.k.a Mr. Blond, was a little drunk himself and 
not thinking clearly. He turned and attempted 
to swat the hand from his back, and when he 
finally located the face that went along with 
the hand decided not to press his luck. 

Fox Mulder held his gaze and his eyes clearly 
spoke his intention where the lovely red head 
was concerned. David took a gulp of air, 
stepped aside mumbling about a mix-up and high-
tailed it back to his buddies who were enjoying 
his embarrassment. 

"Ladies." Mulder nodded to Scully's two 
companions before turning his attention back to 
his partner. "Scully? You okay?"

"Hi ya Mulder. Did you just chase the goat-man 
away?"

"Scully, how much have you had to drink?"

"I feel dizzy."

He looked over towards the other two women. 
Ellen gave him a wide smile in return. "Hey 
Mulder, this is Sandy."

"Good to meet you Sandy and nice to see you 
again Ellen."

The two women stood, a silent decision passing 
between them. "If you're okay getting Danes 
home, we've all had a little too much tonight. 
We'd like to get back to my place before Steve 
sends out a search party."

"Sure. Did she drive?"

"Cab."

"How 'bout you two?"

"Steve - but we're taking a taxi home."

Mulder signaled to the waiter and had him take 
care of the taxi arrangements, promising to 
make sure Scully got home safely.

Dana Scully looked up at her partner and 
decided she had never seen him look so yummy. 
Licking her lips she leaned forward to stand up 
and tipped into him, her head landing squarely 
in his crotch. 

Mulder grabbed her before she toppled both of 
them onto the floor. "Whoa there. I think 
standing on your own isn't a good idea right 
now." He steadied her on her feet and linking 
his arm around her waist started moving her to 
the exit. They made a funny sight. Scully 
stumbling slightly, pressed into his side, her 
head barley visible from beneath his arm.

****

Saturday Morning

The bed dipped and the smell of coffee managed 
to filter down through the layers of blankets 
and she could only guess that her mystery guest 
had made an appearance. Oh god, if it was that 
blond goat-guy she was going to die right now. 

Timidly, she peeked over the blankets to find a 
grinning Mulder. She didn't know if this was a 
good thing or not. She had only hazy 
recollections of the prior evening and her last 
clear memory was of calling him. She shot him 
her best don't mess with me stare and moved 
carefully up against the headboard. Although 
she moved gingerly, trying not to jar her 
aching head, it only caused the throbbing 
behind her eyes to worsen. She silently 
accepted the two Advil's he handed her. 

He chuckled. "Still a little woozy? You're 
probably still a little tipsy." 

"I'm not tipsy." 

"Oh yeah - nasty flu bug going around. Couldn't 
have anything to do with last night."

He must have noticed her discomfort, the 
embarrassment quietly reflected in her eyes, 
because his wide grin softened to a small 
smile. Reaching behind her he pulled her 
forward and helped her swallow the two pills. 
"They should work pretty fast, extra strength."

"Thanks."

"Anytime. You scared me last night." His voice 
was soft, his eyes reflecting concern.

"Mulder, I - I - Mulder I'm not sure -"

"Relax Scully. You called me to come down. 
Seems like the three of you were on some sort 
of a truth or dare kick. I think I was a dare." 
He suppressed a grin. 

Her answering smile was weak. Shit, her head 
hurt. "Is that coffee for me?"

"Yeah. Sorry." He lifted the cup from the side 
table and waited until she had a good grip 
before he let go.

"Ah. Extra strong. Thanks."

"I thought you might need it today. Do you feel 
like eating?"

She groaned in response. 

"I'll take that as a not yet. How much do you 
remember?"

Another sip of her coffee helped put off her 
response, giving her time to think. Images, 
fuzzy and disjointed, played as she tried to 
put them in some order. She recalled the first 
part of the evening but things became less 
clear as she tried to move through the 
remaining hours. "I sort of remember when I 
called you. I remember you telling the goat-
guy-"

"Goat-guy?"

"Yeah, he kind of reminded me of your goat-man. 
Must've been your memorable slide show. I 
remember him being way too close and you 
scaring him off. You didn't pull your gun on 
him, did you?" It was a weak attempt at humor. 

"No gun. Just the standard 'don't mess with me 
stare'."

"After that things get a little fuzzy." She 
used her free hand to indicate herself and her 
bed.

Mulder smiled. If she hadn't been feeling so 
poorly, and wasn't the same color as the white 
sheets she lay on, he might have a little fun 
with her. "I brought you home. You could hardly 
walk. I had to pretty much carry you in. That's 
when you threw up. By the time I got you into 
the bathroom we were both covered. You scared 
me a little. I haven't seen you that sick since 
--" he lowered his voice "-since your cancer. I 
mean, I knew it was because you had one too 
many glasses of--"

"Merlot."

"Merlot," he repeated, "it still scared me. 
Anyway, I was a gentleman Scully. I managed to 
get us both cleaned up." He was blushing. "Your 
clothes are at the cleaners - mine too." He 
indicated the sweats he now wore, the extra set 
from his travel bag. 

"When I got you into bed you still seemed 
really out of it. I was worried that you 
weren't just drunk, that maybe it was alcohol 
poisoning. So, I slept in here with you - just 
in case. You'd be proud of me Scully. I 
remembered to put you on your side and you had 
me behind you."

"You slept in here?"

"Anything for you, Scully." His voice was 
gentle, the words spoken with tenderness. "I 
was a little worried about you being sick in 
the night and didn't want to be to far away." 

"You slept in my bed?"

"I was a perfect gentleman. Not that you were 
in any condition to do much."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Her voice was a 
little sharper than she intended. 
 
He shrugged her comment off. "Would you feel 
better if I told you how tempted I was?"

She could feel a flush rise from her neck to 
her face. "Bet you say that to all the women 
you rescue."

"Nah, only you Scully, only you." The words 
were quietly spoken, almost as if he hadn't 
meant for her to hear them. He noticed her 
discomfort, and returned to a safer subject. 
"Head any better? And don't say you're 'fine'. 
You're the same color as your sheets."

"I feel awful."

He chuckled. "Oooo, hung-over Scully equals 
honest Scully."

"You're incorrigible."

"But you love me." It was a simple statement.

That warranted a simple response; one painfully 
raised eyebrow. "What time is it anyway?"

"After one."

"Shit! I was supposed to meet my mom for 
lunch."

"I took care of it Scully."

She groaned. "You took care of it Mulder?"

"You know you can trust me Scully."

"What did you tell my mother?"

"That you had a good time. That I made sure you 
got home safely, that I was a gentleman. You 
know Bill's in town and it wouldn't do to have 
him kicking my ass around."

"Bill's here?" she groaned. "Tell me you didn't 
talk to him."

"Your mom held him off. Think he'll ever like 
me Scully?"

"He's already taken Mulder." She smirked.

"You're mom invited us for supper. She asked 
Ellen and Sandy as well. I said yes for us."

"Since when do you answer for me?"

"It's just dinner. Besides, your mom likes me 
Scully. And you're cute when you're hung over."

"This conversation is hurting my head."

"You don't want to go? He asked with some 
surprise. "Your mom was so happy." 

She crossed her arms.

"Let me get this straight. My mother sounded 
happy to have you answer my phone _knowing_ you 
were here in my apartment _early_ in the 
morning! I must still be drunk."

"Scully, your mother has been dropping hints 
for the last four years. Don't tell me you 
haven't heard her."

"Mulder, my mother has been trying to marry me 
off since I turned 25."

"So any old guy would do in her mind?" He was 
tracing lazy circles down her arms, sending 
small shivers through her body. 

She groaned, his fingers were doing amazing 
things to her body and she found herself 
responding despite the throbbing in her head.  

"You know, just because I was a gentleman 
doesn't mean I haven't thought about it." He 
leaned in to whisper in her ear. "Have you 
thought about it Scully?"

She did not want to be having this conversation 
right now and in true Scully fashion decided to 
ignore him. She cleared her throat, "so what 
time did you tell my mom we'd be there?"

"Hmmm, we have lots of time Scully."

"You haven't answered my - oh, god -"

"Mmmm, I'm a god?"

She groaned. His lips were grazing the side of 
her neck, raising goose-bumps, like a domino 
effect down her torso, nipples tightening in 
response. Her eyes fluttered closed, heat, 
followed by a flush of moisture, pooling as his 
lips moved further down. This needed to stop 
now, while they still could, while one of them 
was still thinking. She opened her mouth to 
tell him and found it covered, his tongue 
pushing in, no hesitation. She lifted
heavy arms to his chest and pushed. "Mul -"

"Shhh. No talking." 

"We can't do this." 

She managed to push him away. "What time?"

"Time?" 

"My mom's. What time did she say?"

He leaned back, sighing. "She said whenever we 
got up and were ready to 'come on over'." 

"Oh, okay. I guess I should get a shower." She 
watched as he opened his mouth, knowing what 
was coming. "Don't even go there."

He laughed. "You're no fun Scully. I'll let you 
get ready.
Call if you need me to wash any places you 
can't reach."

He beat a hasty retreat as the pillow landed 
with a soft thump behind him. Shutting the 
door behind, he leaned back against it.
Flushed and aroused, he adjusted his pants 
and wondered if Mrs. Scully would have a
nice Merlot to go with the dinner she was
serving.