From: Queen of Swords Date: Tue, 17 Oct 1995 02:53:12 GMT Subject: Going Down (NOT NC-17, silly) Alrightie.. it's silly story time again! (How come these short and silly things are so much easier to write than the long and serious ones? It's not fair, I tell you!) summer@camelot.bradley.edu wrote: *** While i have your attention, though, i dare someone to write an NC-17 story set on the elevator titled (oh, wait for it) "Going Down". Consider it my challenge to any intrepid author on the newsgroup. Pull it off, somebody. I dare ya. *** I /love/ Truth or Dare! (I think I may have to save that for a story title, just because.) Here you go.. first six paragraphs lifted from Summer's description of events in Paper Clip.. oh, and there aren't really any spoilers in this story. This story is rated SE for a Silly Ending. No cussing, no violence, and no lewd and explicit descriptions of sexual activity (what a shame!). It does have romance (Mushy stuff, eww..) in it, of course. Going Down by Queen of Swords "Mulder, I--" "Scully, whatever you're going to say--" "I went to your father's funeral," Scully interrupted, "and I told your mother you were going to be okay." Mulder looked down at her, the happiness in his eyes undimmed by this revelation. "How did you know?" She glanced up at him. "I just knew." The elevator doors opened; she stepped past him. Mulder shook his head and followed, wondering if the day would ever come when Dana Scully ceased to amaze him. He was not disappointed. As the doors closed, Scully was grinning like the Cheshire Cat, and the elevator had hardly begun to move down from the fourth floor toward the third when she stepped alarmingly close to him, still grinning, and pushed the emergency stop button. Mulder gulped. "Scully? What are you doing?" "I missed you, Mulder.." Her voice was low and silky, and she didn't make any move to step back. Mulder blinked. She was looking at him very strangely. "Ah.. Scully, if you keeping looking at me like that I might start thinking some very un-partnerlike things." He looked down into her sapphire eyes and felt compelled to revise his statement, "Or /doing/ some very un-partnerlike things.." "Good." She stood up on tiptoe, and slipped her arms around his neck, with an alluring smile. Her lips were slightly parted, and she waited patiently for his response. Mulder couldn't believe his good luck, if he wanted to call it that. He quickly squelched any doubts he had about this turn of events, and bent down to brush her soft lips with his own, enfolding his tiny, beautiful partner in his embrace. The kiss grew more intense quickly, and when Scully thrust her exploring tongue into her partner's hot, wet mouth, he groaned against her lips and started to unbutton her blouse. "Mulder, wait.." Scully tore her herself away abruptly, and took a moment to catch her breath, looking disoriented. "What is it, Scul-- Dana?" He looked down at her, concerned he'd gone too far, and at the same time not wanting to stop. "There's a camera up there." Mulder looked up into the corner of the elevator, where she was pointing, and he chuckled. "Well, whoever's watching will just have to imagine what happens next." He grinned, and Scully, catching his meaning, slipped off her jacket. Mulder reached up and hung it over the security camera. Somewhere on the other side of Washington, D.C., a man grumbled to himself as he lit up another cigarette. ****************************************************************************** Toldya it was silly. :) -- ---------------------------------Queen of Swords-------------------------------- Mulder: If there's an iced tea in that bag, could be love. Scully: Must be fate, Mulder.. root beer. ------------nfn02444@naples.net-----http://www.naples.net/~nfn02444------------