*************************************************************************** This author's e-mail address has changed to: myriss1013@yahoo.com *************************************************************************** From: "M.L." Date: Sun, 07 Oct 2001 22:44:14 -0500 Subject: Hula Hula Dance by Myriss (1 of 1) Source: direct TITLE: Hula Hula Dance AUTHOR: Myriss EMAIL ADDRESS: My email has changed. It's now myriss@mail.com DISTRIBUTION: Ephemeral: Ok. I will forward to Gossamer myself. Okay for others to archive or to link, but kept my header and email attached, and please let me know. http://www.envy.nu/myriss/index.html RATINGS WARNING: PG CLASSIFICATION: Fluff, PWP. Sap. This has *no smut!* KEYWORDS: Implied MSR SPOILERS: Nothing really. SUMMARY: Mulder does the hula dance. THE DISCLAIMER: Any character you recognized from the t.v. series belongs to 1013 and Fox. I am just borrowing them. *AUTHOR NOTES - at the end. Hula Hula Dance by Myriss (myriss@mail.com) "It's not my fault you lost," she told him crisply. "You lost the bet fair and square. Pay the price." He pouted. "Don't stick out your lower lip at me," she said unfeelingly. "I can't dance," he said. She rolled her eyes. "You didn't seem to have that problem the last time I saw you dance." "Well, that was regular dance--This is--" he half heartedly flapped his hands in the air. "Oh, well." "Scully!" he whined. "I didn't think you would be a type of person to welch out on a bet, Mulder," she said. "Scully--!" He stomped off. He stomped back, shaking the skirt like a pom-pom. "This is not a grass skirt!" he complained. "This is plastic!" "What do you expect, Mulder?" "The deal was a grass skirt--not a plastic one!" "What's the difference?" she said indifferently. "And make sure you don't mess up the grass skirt, Mulder," she called after him as he stomped back into the bedroom. "The lady at the store said that's the only grass skirt she had that size." Mulder growled. "Your public awaits," she added with a wide smile. "It's a damn conspiracy," she heard him muttered darkly. "Yeah, a conspiracy that the Knicks lost." ***** Scully and the Lone Gunmen sat on the couch, chomping on popcorn, drinking beer, waiting for him to appear. Hula music blared from the stereo. "C'mon, Mulder," Frohike called. "A bet is a bet." "Shut up!" Mulder's voice snarled from behind the bedroom door. "We want to see you Hula Hula," Langly cracked. "Shut up, Langly!" "If we had lost, we would be in your place," Byers pointed out reasonably. "Shut up, Byers!" ***** Mulder shuffled in front of them. He had no shirt on, although he had wanted to wear one. Scully had told him it was a cheat. He lifted his elbows and did a quick stabbing motion with his hands. Then he slowly turned, the grass skirt tossing limply in the air. "Jeez, Mulder," Frohike said, "You're stiff as a board!" Mulder glared over his shoulder at him. "You do it then!" he snapped. "You're the one who lost," Frohike reminded him smugly. The grass skirt gave an indignant toss. ***** "Don't quit your day job, Mulder," Langly cracked as the three gunmen left. Mulder was glad to see them gone. He turned to Scully and scowled at her, then flipped the grass skirt up with an exasperated hand, "This has no redeeming value at all!" he told her. She arched a brow. "Oh really? I would have to disagree, Mulder." She reached out a hand and caught hold of the grass skirt and tugged him close, and then smiled. Mulder's toes curled. The grass skirt gave an eager skip and hop. Oh yeah. Grass skirts wasn't too bad, after all. You can do more than just dance in one. Fini *Author's Note* Another piece of PWP fluff from moi. No smut, because you know, I write bad smut :) Out of character. Improbable. No redeeming value, of course. Constructive feedback is always welcome. Myriss myriss@mail.com The X-Cafe http://www.envy.nu/myriss/index.html