Date: 20 Jul 1998 23:54:33 GMT Subject: "The Lollipop Incident (1/1)" TITLE: "The Lollipop 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-14 (Some adult situations implied) KEY WORDS: UST hinting at MSR, slight Humor (OK sick humor ;) SUMMARY: A hot day leads to some interesting comments and gestures. (OK that was lame, how 'bout: M&S + heat + a lollipop = 100% 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 pure smut. I started writing this at 1 am last night (Wednesday or is that Thursday morning?). Sorry, my brain's not functioning well. This is based on somewhat actual events between a friend and myself. X x X x X x X x X x X July 17, 1998 J. Edgar Hoover Building It started off as a normal day in the basement. That is, until the central air decided to break down on the hottest day of the summer. Good 'ol Murphy. Mulder looked up from the case folder for the tenth time in the past five minutes. "Scully..." he started. "Mulder, just give me 10 more minutes, OK? I promise we'll get out of here." Scully finished for him. Mind you it wasn't that hot in the basement office. A mere 80 degrees but compared to the 95 degrees of the rest of building it seemed quite cool. Unfortunately, it wasn't. "God, Scully, it's so freakin' hot down here," he started. "Well, stop moving around so much. You'll keep cooler." He tried to concentrate on the case file once more, but to no avail. "Scully, let's get out of here already." "Mulder, if you had finished this expense report last week, we would of been gone already. Just sit still; for once be glad we're stuck down here." She gave him a small smile. "10 minutes, Mulder, 10 minutes." A few seconds passed by. "You know what sounds good right about now?" Mulder asked. "A muzzle?" Scully asked. Mulder gave her a half grin. "No, a push-up pop." She raised an eyebrow. "Please tell me who or what a push-up pop is or do I not want to know." "Come on Scully a push-up pop. You know those ice cream things. What's the flavor called?" He thought for a few seconds. "Sherbet. Sherbet ice cream. I think I'm gonna check out the ice cream machine." Mulder jumped up from his chair, but Scully stopped him in mid jump. "Mulder, the machine's broken. Remember Agent Roberts gave it a couple of kicks when it wouldn't give him back his change?" "Jesus," he muttered. "Yeah I remember. Damn it. I'm really in the mood for ice cream now. Are you almost done?" "Mulder, if you ask me that one more time, I'm gonna kick *you* a couple of times." "Sorry." Scully continued working on the report. "I never took you for an ice cream kind of guy, Mulder," she finally stated. He gave her a quick wink. "Only when I'm in the mood." "Too bad they don't make a sunflower seed flavor." "Scully, that's just ... sick.... Are you almost done?" Scully gave him one of her 'I'm gonna kill you, Mulder' looks. But he just smiled. She gave a big sigh and went searching through her purse. She pulled out a sucker and handed it to him. "Here. This should tie you through." "I said I wanted ice cream, not a lollipop." "It's not a 'lollipop' Mulder. It's a sucker. A blow pop (tm)." He started to laugh. "No seriously Scully. What's it called." "A blow pop. Look at the label if you don't believe me." He checked, and sure enough there it was 'Charms Blow-Pop'. "Umm, no that's OK, Scully. I think I'll pass." He handed her back the sucker. "Are you sure, Mulder? It's cherry flavor and it has gum in the middle." "No, I'll wait for the ice cream. That is if you EVER finish." Scully grabbed the nearest pencil and flung it at him. He started to laugh again. "It's all fun and games until someone losses an eye." He laughed "It's looses an eye." She rebutted "'Losses'" " 'Looses'." "I'll give you something to loose." He started to laugh again. "So are you almost ready?" "You know, just for that I think I'm gonna need an extra half-hour." "NO. Sorry. I'll behave." "Yeah, I'll believe that when I see it. Since you don't want this sucker, I'll have it then." "Suit yourself. I'll wait for my ice cream thank you very much." "You're such a kid." "Would you have me any other way?" Scully chose to ignore his question and unwrapped the sucker. Mulder just stared at her. "Never took you as a sucker kind of person." He started to laugh. "That didn't come out right. Sorry." "Mulder, just try and finish up that case report and we can get out of here." She finished her sentence by popping in the sucker. Mulder continued to stare. It was something in the way she put the sucker in her mouth. Too many of his videos had tainted his mind. Scully slowly pulled the sucker out of her mouth and licked her lips. Savoring the taste. Then she opened her mouth and slowly licked the pop, then put it back in her mouth. Mulder thought. It was starting to get a *little* bit warmer in the office. She repeated her movements. In, out, in, out. Each time just a little bit slower and just a bit more entertaining. And Mulder just continued to stare. Then she bit it. And even though he would deny it later, you could hear Mulder give off an 'ummph'. She bit the sucker just a tiny bit. Enough so that you could hear the cracking of the candy. Then she bit it again all the way through and started to chomp on the prize inside. And all Mulder could do was stare. By the time Scully had finished, Mulder's jaw was to the floor and you could see a little trail of sweat on his brow. "Mulder!" Scully shouted. "Huh? What? Did you say something Scully?" he asked with a slight crack. She smiled at him. "I said 'we can go now'." "Oh. OK. Let's get a move on then." "You still up for that ice cream Mulder?" "Huh? Yeah. I could go for something cold right about now. Do you want some ice cream too?" he asked. "Sure. I can go for a banana split." Mulder started to choke. "Mulder are you OK?" She asked with concern in her voice. "Yeah. I'm fine. You can eat an entire banana split on your own, Scully?" "No. I thought we'd share." She gave him a grin and grabbed her purse. "Let's get out of here Mulder. It's way too hot." "Yeah, I'm right behind you...So, Scully, do you eat suckers often?" "Oh, yeah. They're my one weakness. The bigger the better." Mulder started to cough again. "I hope you're not coming down with anything Mulder." "No, I'm fine. Really." "Sure you are Mulder." She gave him a wink. "Whatever you say." "Scully, let's get the hell out of here." "I'm right behind you, Mulder." Scully started to laugh quietly. "What's so funny, Scully?" "Nothing. Let's go Mulder. We have ice cream waiting for us." And off they went... THE END X x X x X x X x X x X So? I told you it was pure fluff. What do you expect from someone battling insomnia and sleep deprivation ;) Let me know what you thought. It's been a while since I've written anything. 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