Date: 26 Jul 1998 22:24:29 GMT
Subject: "The Ice Cream Incident(1/1)"

TITLE: "The Ice Cream Incident (1/1)"
AUTHOR:  Linda M.
EMAIL ADRESS: conchita912@yahoo.com

SPOILERS:  None.  I guess this could take place anytime 
before the 'The End'
RATING: Kind of hard to say.  I guess PG-13 
(Some adult situations implied)
KEY WORDS: UST hinting at MSR, slight Humor 
(OK more sick humor ;)
SUMMARY: The agents continue their torture of one 
another.  This time it's Mulder's turn.  
I guess this one would be: 
M&S + heat + ice cream = 100% sticky fluff & smut :)

DISCLAIMER:  They belong to me.  And only to me, I just 
let CC pass them off as his own.  (Bows head) OK, they 
don't belong to me.  (sniff) I admit it, I lied. 
(sniff) I'm sorry. (crying) Mulder and Scully do not 
belong to me.   They are being used without permission.  
They belong to CC, 1013, and FOX.  No copyright 
infringement is intended and no money will be made from 
this.  (really crying) Please don't sue me, I'm just a 
poor struggling college student who owes God knows how 
much money because of student loans.

FEEDBACK:  Yes, Please.  I'll respond to each and every 
one.  Send feedback to conchita912@yahoo.com

POST:  Please post to Gossamer and anywhere else.  Just 
let me know where it went.  Thanks!

AUTHOR'S NOTE: OK.  This is a continuation of my story 
"The Lollipop Incident" this does carry over from that 
story, but I think it can work on it's own. If you need 
a copy of the other story, let me know and I'd be happy 
to email it to you!  This is for all of my fellow fluff/smut 
readers/writers.  I'm proud to be one of y'all!  I 
salute you my friends.  (I'm just glad I'm not the only 
one who thinks like this ;)

X x X x X x X x X x X

July 17, 1998
Washington DC

"Mulder, you just passed the 'Dairy Queen'," Scully
 said looking out the window.

"We're not going there." Mulder answered.

"Why? You're the one that's been crying for ice cream 
all day," she teased.

He gave her a half grin.  "I only cry for you, baby."

She shook her head.  "Mulder, I think the heat is 
finally getting to you."

"Seriously, Scully.  Did you see the line?  It was all 
the way around the block."

"What did you expect on the hottest day of the year?" 
she asked.

"I figured as much," Mulder said non-chalantely.

"So now what?"

"Plan B."

"Plan B?  What's that?" Scully asked a bit unsure of 
her partner.

"We go to the grocery store and pick up our own ice 
cream.  Then we'll head over to my place where there's 
an air conditioner that works."

"Oh!  I get it now," Scully exclaimed.  "This was just 
one big ploy to get me back to your place."

"You know it, baby!" 

They both laughed.

X x X x X x X x X x X

Mulder's Apartment
2:20 PM

When they got to Mulder's, the heat was just as bad as
it was at the office.

"Christ, so much for an air conditioner that works," 
Scully said with a sigh.

"No, not today!" Mulder shouted.

He went over to the thermostat and gave it a good whack.

"Oh, yeah, Mulder, that'll help."

"Jesus.  Do I have bad karma or something Scully?" he 
asked.

"Maybe we should go to my place." Scully suggested

"No."  Mulder shook his head.  "By the time we get over 
there, the ice cream would be gone and I'd be dead due 
to heat exhaustion."

"Don't exaggerate, Mulder."

"I'm not.  Look at the ice cream."

Scully pulled out one of the containers from the 
grocery bag and gave it a little squeeze.

"Ewww, I see your point." Scully said.

"Grab some spoons, Scully.  I'm gonna change."

"Change into what?"

Mulder waggled his eyebrows.  "Into something a little 
more comfortable.  Care to join me?" he asked with a 
grin.

"I'll get the spoons."

"Are you sure you don't want to change into a pair of 
boxers and a T-shirt, Scully?  I have plenty and I just 
did my laundry."

"No thanks, Mulder.  I'm OK."

"Suit yourself."

Scully pulled out two spoons from the drawer and took 
the grocery bag over the couch.

Mulder came out a few seconds later wearing a tight 
fitting tank top and a pair of running shorts.  

<Good, Lord!  Someone's been working out.>  
She took in his well-defined muscles and his runner's 
legs.  Needless, to say, Scully's mouth was slightly 
ajar.

Mulder sat on the coffee table across from Scully.  His 
knees barely touching hers.  He grabbed the bag sitting 
next to him and pulled out the two containers of ice 
cream.

"Hello!  Earth to Scully!" Mulder shouted.

"Huh?  What was that Mulder?" she asked exasperated.

"I said, 'here's your ice cream'." he handed her the 
container.

She cleared her throat.  "Thanks, Mulder," she croaked.  
"You're not sitting on the couch?"

"Nah, I'm afraid I'll stick to it if I did," he 
laughed.

Scully smiled at him.  "Is that experience talking?" 
she quipped.

"Actually, yeah," he said seriously.

Scully started to cough.

"Scully, are you OK.  The heat must be getting to you."

"No, I'm fine, Mulder.  Really."  She handed him a 
spoon "Here you go."

"Thanks.  So much for your banana split," he said 
sympathetically.

Scully looked down and ended up looking at Mulder's 
arms and chest.  Bad idea.  "Um...that's OK.  This is 
just as good."

Mulder gently placed a hand on her knee.  "Are you 
sure, Scully.  'Cause I can run out and get you one if 
you'd like."

She stared at his hand and swallowed loudly.  "No," she 
whispered.  She cleared her throat.  "No, Mulder, 
really.  This is good."

"OK.  If you're sure."

Scully started to fan herself with her hand.  

"Man it's hot in here.  Are you sure you wouldn't like 
to change, Scully."

"No, I'm fine, I think I'll just take off my jacket." 
Scully handed Mulder the ice cream and she slid off her 
suit jacket.  It was way still to warm.  She threw it 
to the side and Mulder handed her the container.

"Thanks."

"Sure," he smiled.

Mulder popped the lid of his ice cream and dug his
 spoon into the melting goop.  "Eww, guess we'll be 
having shakes instead of ice cream," he said.

"As long as it's cold," Scully murmured.

Mulder lifted the spoon to his mouth and savored the 
rich goo.  "Mmm, that's good," he murmured.

Scully just stared.  He took another bite.  This time 
some of the ice cream dribbled down his chin.  He 
darted his tongue out to grab the escaping trail.  
Without taking her eyes of Mulder, Scully dug her own 
spoon into the container and fed herself.

Mulder continued to eat the ice cream spoonful by 
spoonful.  Closing his eyes each time he took a bite.  
And Scully continued to watch.  She never realized how 
*erotic* ice cream actually was.

Mulder took another bite and locked eyes with Scully.  
"Good, hmm?"

"Yeah," she whispered.  "Real good."

Mulder continued to watch her and had another spoonful 
of ice cream.  This time he finished by giving his 
spoon a good lick.  He stuck his tongue out ever so 
slowly and licked the front and then the back.  
All the while watching Scully. 

He took another bite.  "Aww, damn," Mulder cried.  

"What's wrong?" Scully asked.

"Some of the ice cream decided to go southward."

Scully looked at his chest.  Bad idea.  She could see 
the trail of ice cream flowing down his chest hairs and 
just a bit snuck inside the tank top.

"Nothing like sticky ice cream running down your 
shirt," Mulder sighed.

"Maybe we should get you a bib," Scully retorted.

"Cute, Scully.  No I'm fine.  Here hold this for a 
sec." Mulder handed Scully his ice cream and she 
watched as he shed the constricting tank top over his 
head.  He wiped his chest with the cloth and threw it 
in the direction of the door.

"Much better," he declared.

Scully had stopped breathing.  

"Thanks Scully," he took the container back from her.

"uh-huh," she murmured.

Oh, yeah, nothing like a half-naked Mulder on a hot day.  

"Scully are you OK," Mulder asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine," she said defensively.  "Why?"

"It's just ... you're sweating," Mulder said concerned. 
"Why don't you go throw on a T-shirt or something.  I 
don't want you getting sick on me."

"I'll be OK.  Really.  I'm fine."  She wiped the sweat 
from her brow.  Had it gotten warmer in the room?  
"Mulder, is it getting hotter in here or something?"

"No, actually I think the air is finally kicking in." 
he said with a smile.

She swallowed hard.  "Oh."  He took another bite of the 
ice cream.

The cold from the ice cream had made Mulder's bottom 
lip just a little bit fuller and a bit redder.  It was 
enough to drive a girl crazy.

"How's your lip, Mulder?" Scully asked quietly.

"What was that, Scully?" Mulder laughed.

"I mean, how's your ice cream?  How's your ice cream?"

"Oh, it's great.  Except I think I'm wearing a lot of 
it.  I *usually* prefer to eat my ice cream then wear 
it."

<Usually?  Did he just say usually?>

"Um, Mulder, I think I should go now." 

"What?  Scully, you barely had any of your ice cream," 
he said with a hidden smile.

"I guess I wasn't in the mood after all," she murmured.

"But there's *always* room for ice cream, Scully.  No 
matter which way you use it."

She stared at him.  "yeah...right..."

"Scully, don't go," he said.  "Stay here I'll be right 
back."  Mulder set his ice cream on the coffee table 
and got up.  Scully watched him as he walked.  The 
well-toned muscles of his back and arms moved with each 
of his strides.

"I gotta get outta here," Scully whispered to herself.

Mulder came out a few seconds later with a T-shirt and 
a pair of boxers.  "Here go put these on," he said as 
he handed them to her.  

Scully opened her mouth to protest, but he stopped her.
  "No, buts, go put them on before you keel over and 
faint."

She set the ice cream next to Mulder's and stood.  Just 
inches away from Mulder.  She looked up and met his 
eyes.  "Thanks Mulder."

He put his hand on her shoulder and licked his bottom 
lip.  "No, problem, Scully.  Anything for you." He said 
coyly.

She brushed past him and walked into the bathroom.  As 
she closed the door she could hear a low indefinable 
sound coming from the living room.

"Payback's a bitch, Scully," Mulder laughed.

THE END

X x X x X x X x X x X

OK, that's it.  This turned out to be longer than I 
planned, but I guess that's OK.  Let me know what you 
thought.  I'm not too great with sequels and this one 
was more obvious than the last one.  Still battling 
insomnia here.  

SPECIAL THANKS:
To Simon for the title :) and to Veronica who gave me 
the idea about the runner's shorts!  Thanks you 
guys!!!!!

X x X x X x X x X x X

Another turning point; a fork stuck in the road.
Time grabs you by the wrist; directs you where to go.
So make the best of this test and don't ask why.
It's not a question but a lesson learned in time.
It's something unpredictable but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.

-Green Day