LITTLE BUNNY MULDER by Thalia D'Muse Summary: One of our favorite agents gets into the Easter spirit. Classification/Rating: SRH, PG-13 Spoilers/Warnings: In my little universe, everything from 'Leonard Betts' on doesn't exist. Archivists/Newsgroups: **DO NOT POST TO A.T.X.C.** I give permission for 'Little Bunny Mulder' to be posted on the archives as long as my name, e- mail addy and intro remain intact. Disclaimer: Not mine. Wish they were. They're property of CC and Fox, not that they deserve them... Author's Notes: Dedicated to my fellow SPCDD partners in crime: Barb and Kelli. You gals continually serve as inspiration for me, just like you did on this little piece of Easter fluff. Thanks to Charli for always boosting my spirits and catching my mistakes. Feedback? What the heck! Send all comments, criticisms and cyber-Cadbury Eggs to . LITTLE BUNNY MULDER by Thalia D'Muse "Ah, finally." Dana Scully let out a loud sigh as she pulled her car into the last parallel space in front of her apartment building. She had just spent the afternoon at her mom's house with her brothers, sisters-in-law and sixteen screaming children. Margaret Scully thought it might be a fun idea to invite the grandkids and their friends to an Easter egg hunt. She had agreed with her mom until she found out she would be helping plan and execute the event. Then it suddenly became the worst idea she had ever heard. Getting out of her car, Dana felt like she had aged fifty years in the last five hours. Her legs hurt from chasing kids around her mom's backyard, her back hurt from bending over and picking up undiscovered eggs and her head hurt from the multitude of wails from the kids. She could think of nothing better than to climb in bed and sleep. A sly smile flirted with her lips. Well, she could think of _one_ better idea... She opened her front door and stepped in. As she closed the door and locked it behind her, she froze. Something was different. She raised her nose and sniffed. A familiar scent lingered in the air. Musky yet sweet, gentle yet very masculine. She smiled. He was here. Her eyes scanned the room looking for some sign of his presence. No jacket, no wallet, no holster. Her newspaper was untouched and the television remote was in the same place she had left it that morning. Her eyes continued around the room, her brow furrowing when she saw what looked like pebbles on her floor, lined up one after the other forming a trail around her apartment. She turned to a table next to the door to deposit her jacket and keys and found a note staring at her: "Dining room table. Now." Dining room table? What in the world was he up to? Dana took another quick look around the room again, still finding no sign of him. Maybe he was here earlier, then had left. She sniffed again. No, he was still here. She and Mulder had become lovers a few months before. It had started innocently enough, a comforting hug after a harrowing rescue from the clutches of a killer who had held her partner hostage for three days. If she had been one second later with her gunshot, Mulder would be dead. Had she not shot the killer in the chest, the bullet from the killer's gun would have embedded itself in Mulder's head instead of the wall next to his ear. She had untied her partner's hands and was reaching for her phone to call for backup when Mulder's arms wrapped around her, holding her tightly. She returned the hug, tangling her fingers in his hair, whispering soothing words in his ear. The hug soon turned to something less innocent as hands began roaming and lips began exploring. Years of closely-guarded desire exploded in that abandoned warehouse. There were no declarations of undying love, and no promises made, just an silent understanding of what they had together and a mutual consent to move their relationship to the next level. And since that time, his scent in her home was a constant reminder of that relationship. Her clothes smelled of him, her kitchen smelled of him, her couch smelled of him, her bed smelled of him, of _them_. But she could tell when he was in her apartment. He was definitely still here. And he definitely had her attention. She headed into the dining room, finding only one thing out of the ordinary: A single red rose lying on the table. Her head tilted to the side, she approached the table. A note was impaled on one of the rose's thick thorns. She lifted the note from the flower, deciphering his familiar chicken scratch: D, Roses are red, Easter is neat. Follow the jelly bean trail For your special Easter treat. Hey, I never said I was Shakespeare. Hurry, I'm waiting for you. F. 'F.' Fox. The only time he let her call him by his first name was in the bedroom. When they stepped out of their work clothes, they stepped out of their FBI Special Agents Mulder and Scully personas. It was his idea for the differentiation, and she was surprised at how easy it was to switch the personas like she would switch on a lamp. Rumors of an affair between 'Spooky' and 'the Mrs.' hovered like airborne germs at the Bureau, but those rumors had been circulating for years and as far as they could tell, the scuttlebutt remained at an all-time low. They couldn't afford the wrong people finding out, so they were careful. _Very_ careful. Their professional facades remained firmly affixed at work and in the field, but during their downtime, while at one or the other's apartment, they became Fox and Dana, and those were the only two people allowed between the sheets. A delicious shiver surged up her spine. She was used to him surprising her, showing up on her doorstep with takeout and videos after telling her he had errands to run or work to do. But this...this was tantamount to sex games in her book. And the thought of where he was right now and what he had on his mind went straight from her brain to a region south of her border. She thought about ignoring the trail of jelly beans and heading straight for the bedroom, but quickly pushed the idea aside. He had gone to all the trouble of setting up this little interlude. The least she could do was follow through. And she intended to follow through, all right... The trail led from the table to one of the chairs and onto the floor. Dana grabbed one of the jelly beans and munched on it while finding her next surprise. Tied to her bookcase was a pink balloon with the words "Pop Me" written in black ink. The balloon was discolored near the middle and she could see the outline of something inside. She grabbed a pair of scissors from her desk nearby and poked the balloon, cringing as it popped loudly. Something fell to the floor at her feet. She bent down and picked it up, shaking her head once she figured out what it was. A stuffed Bugs Bunny in a Space Jams basketball uniform. "Well, I guess it _is_ a stuffed bunny on Easter," she said, tugging on one of Bugs' ears. It was crude, in a sweet sort of way. So predictable in its unpredictability. So very...Mulder. God help her, she loved this man! With Bugs in tow, she followed the next trail, which lead to one of her side tables. An Easter basket sat alone on the table, and nestled snugly amidst green shreds of Easter grass was a large plastic egg. She lifted the egg from the basket and twisted it, separating it into two parts. In the bottom half sat a small vial of liquid. She removed the bottle and turned it around to read the label: Chocolate Mint Massage Oil. She looked in the bottom of the egg and found another little surprise: several packets of chocolate-scented condoms. "Oh, real subtle, Mulder," she shouted across the apartment. She swore she heard chuckling coming from the bedroom. She put Bugs and the rest of her haul into the basket and followed the trail again, this one leading to one of her armchairs. On the seat sat a simple white box with a green ribbon. She placed the basket on the floor and lifted the lid from the box. Inside was a note sitting in the middle of a sea of green silk. The note said: "Put me on, then bring your treats and yourself to the bedroom." She grinned, wondering if he was in bed already or hiding somewhere in the room. She also wondered what he was wearing. Or _not_ wearing. She quickly stripped out of her dress and pulled the mystery garment out of the box. It was a silk teddy in a deep jade green. Her favorite shade. _His_ favorite shade on her as well. She slipped on the teddy, reveling in the cool, smooth silk against her skin. Grabbing the basket in one hand, she slowly walked toward the bedroom, stopping at the room's entrance. She peeked around the door jam into the room, her eyes searching out the bed. She found it, along with something that had her doubled over in laughter. Dana grabbed the door jam and swung herself into the room, then straightened up and looked at the bed again. She still hiccuped with giggles, but was able to control them. Lying in the middle of her bed, with his hands clasped behind his head, was Fox Mulder. He was bare-chested -- and probably bare everywhere else under the bedsheet that covered his lower body -- except for the bright white bow tie around his neck. The tie just happened to nicely complement the white satin bunny ears on his head. "What's up, Doc?" he said in a velvety voice. His sly grin faded when she continued to giggle and point. "What, you don't like my outfit? I certainly like yours." Her laughing faded and she suppressed a shiver as his eyes slowly raked over her. When his eyes ventured back up to hers, he raised a finger and motioned her to come to the bed. She smiled and slowly approached, swinging the basket behind her. She stopped at the edge of the bed and set the basket on the nightstand. "So, what did I do to deserve this little surprise?" she asked as she grasped his outstretched hand. He brought her hand to his mouth and kissed it lightly. "I figured you could use a little relaxation after playing baby-sitter all day." She laughed. "Something tells me what you have in mind is anything _but_ relaxing." He grinned as he pulled her toward the bed, one hand going to her back and the other coaxing her head down to his. She went willingly, her hands pressing into his chest. Their lips met in a very slow, and very passionate, kiss. If Fox Mulder was anything, he certainly was thorough. In his life, in his job and in his lovemaking. Dana pulled away from the kiss, mostly to collect her breath. Her gaze traveled from his deep green eyes, over his chest and down to what was being covered by the bedsheet. And what was tenting that bedsheet up toward the ceiling. She smiled widely as she brought her eyes back to his. "Is that a carrot under that sheet, oh Little Bunny Mulder, or are you just 'hoppy' to see me," she purred into his ear. He winced and let out a groan. "Ooooh, bad puns on Easter. I think that's a federal offense." "Oh yeah," she said, running a finger from his throat down the middle of his chest. "Yeah," he said, abruptly grasping her wrist. "And it carries a heavy punishment." "Oh, and what's that," she replied as she climbed onto the bed. He grabbed her and her world turned for a moment until she figured out he was now on top of her, pinning her body to the bed. "The punishment is death by pleasure." She moaned her approval as his lips started attacking her neck. "Hmmm... that's one punishment I'm willing to face." She opened her eyes and her gaze fell upon the bunny ears. "Um, Fox?" "Yes," he mumbled against her neck. "Um, I can't do this while you're wearing those," she said, motioning toward the flopping pieces of material on his head. "Oh." He lifted his head from her and grabbed the ears, recklessly flinging them across the room. "Anything else you'd like me to remove?" She grinned. "No, the tie can stay." She fingered one side of the white satin bow. "Good," he said, resuming his mouth's exploration of her neck. "Oh, and Fox," she added in a whisper. "Make sure you keep the carrot, too." THE END