From: va kuole Date: Thu, 18 Jun 1998 04:06:19 -0700 (PDT) Subject: No Games No More Games By muuh Classification: MSR Rating: PG Disclaimer: aren't mine, don't want any money, and so on, and so on. Spoilers: none. Summary: another "Happy-New-Year"-party. Have fun! --------------------------------------------------------------------- No More Games December 31th, Sully's apartment, 10.58 pm Scully settled down on her sofa. Another year ended, another evening alone. She sighed. Since she had Mulder as a partner she had no life except work. Although she always denied that. Her mother was on a journey to hawaii. Her brother Bill was stationed there for a few months now. He had invited them to visit him and his wonderful family. Scully had told them something about a lot of work. So she was alone now. The phone rang. Nobody knew that she was at home. Nobody halfway normal was at home alone on new year's eve. "Scully." "Hi Scully, here's Mulder." "Oh. Hi." "I just wanted to know: how many people are at your party." "Party?" "Well. I thought because your whole home is lighted that you have some friends over there." "No. Nobody is here. And what are you doin'?" "Um, I'm just walking. And..." "You are standing in front of my house and want to come in." "Well, yes." "Cold?" "Yes." "You didn't really walk, did you?" "Well, I jogged." "And you sweated." "Yes." "And you really want to come in?" "Yes. Scully, just say yes or no. When I stay here for long I'll get a bad cold." "You never asked to come here." "Sculllllllyyyyyy." She laughed. He seemed really angry. "Okay, then I'll just run home again." "Shall I call you a cab?" "No, thanks." "Come up. You have the key to the front door." She hung up. A second later the door bell rang. "Come in! It's open!" "You should lock the door, Scully. It's too dangerous here. In the city." He seemed to be worried. >Cute.< Mulder looked so funny that Scully had to laugh again. "I was serious!" She giggled. "Sure, but...but...you wouldn't be able to come in." "Okay, okay, I know that that matter is impossible to dicuss with you." "What are you trying to say?" "Forget it." She turned around and looked at the screen. Advertising. She had to talk to him. >Shit.< "I'll get some wine." Scully escaped into the kitchen. "Red Bordeaux or rose Beaujolais?" "The red one." She smiled. Mulder preferred beer - probably. Nevertheless she would show him what wonderful things were there except fast food, coke and beer. Scully poured the glasses and settled down again. "So...what will we do now?" he asked. "Wanna watch TV, play games?" He looked at her, grinning mischievous. "What kind of games?" Scully raised an eyebrow. "Mulder." "Really! What kind of games?" "Monopoly, Trivial Pursuit?" "Mhm." They both felt comfortable. The bottle of wine was finished soon. The second, too. They didn't speak a lot, but Scully felt when the alcohol 'lifted' her mind, her thoughts flew away and her tongue started moving against her will. "What are your New-Year's-Resolutions?" Mulder suddenly asked. "Huh?" "Your resolutions?" Scully looked up so that Mulder had to laugh. Drunk people had funny expressions on their faces when they thought about something. "I think...I'll write my brothers more often. You?" "I'll tidy up our office." She had to laugh. "That's a good one, but it's just enough for the first three or four months. What else?" "I'll be a good boy and won't need a muldersitter anymore." She laughed out loud now and felt the tears filling her eyes. "But then I'll lose my work! Don't you think that's unfair?" "Well...then I'll be a bad boy and you'll have to look after me every second of the day." Losing control Scully rolled over to the side and fell of the couch. Mulder giggled. "Ouch....Mulder, you're drunk." He just nodded and shook the bottle. "No wine. Have a Bud?" Scully stood up slowly. She focused on the door to the kitchen and walked towards it. It wasn't very easy to walk straight. When she returned her partner was lying on the couch watching TV. Scully sighed. "Would you bring me a blanket? It's a bit cold." He smiled widely and innocently. "Hey, this is your second home. You already have some luggage here, so why don't you get up and get it by your self?" Mulder didn't answer, but he used his puppy-dog-look. Scully just nodded and turned around. He looked so cute when he had crossed his arms behind his head. He was too tall for the couch so his feet were hanging over the edge. But his behavior was inacceptable. She handed him the blanket and was just sitting down when he asked: "Do you have a pillow? Please?" "Sure, master." Suddenly Scully's anger was raising. A second later she stood beside him again. "Wait, I'll put it under your head, hon." He smiled, but when he saw the evil glimmer in her eyes his own narrowed. "Scully, whatever you're going to do, please, don't do it." "Me?" She smiled, but it turned to a wicked grin. This time Mulder did not realize quickly enough how fast she pressed the pillow onto his face. He had a hard fight to free himself because she used her whole body to hold it where it was. In the end they both landed on the ground. Scully was sure that she had won when she had settled down on his back, but with a quick move he turned around and closed his arms around her pressing her to the ground now. Now she wasn't able to move anymore and he waited for her capitulation. They lay there a few seconds. Scully felt warm. She could feel his heat through their shirts. It was nearly comfortable to lie on the hard ground. She sighed. He loosened his grip. '10, 9,...' She was too fast and jumped up. Mulder gasped when she gave his chest a kick. "Hey, partner, get up!" '5, 4, 3, 2, 1, Happy New Year!" The voice from the TV shouted. Mulder had not quite gotten up yet when Scully jumped towards him again and pus'hed hm to the ground. "Scully!" "Happy New Year!" "Happy New Year, too!" Scully settled her cheek on his chest and smiled. "Scully?" "Mhm?" "You're drunk." "Mhm." XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX X In the morning Mulder woke up with an incredible headache. He was lying on the floor. His chest was pressed to the ground by something. He heard regular breathing next to him. When he looked down to his chest he only saw a lot of red hair. >Red? A grey couch? Damn.< XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX X Carefully Scully stretched her arms. She din't want to make a move because her head hummed and every muscle of her body seemed to hurt. "What the hell?" She was lying in her bed covered with her blanket. But that didn't seem right. Suddenly she smelled baked pancakes. That was strange. She was still living alone. Or? Had she missed something? It was January 1st. 11.47 am. Who was in the kitchen? "Morning, hon. Did you sleep well?" "MULDER!! What are yu doing here?" She was shocked. "Well, we fell asleep last night after we had a little too much wine. And this morning I thought I could have a breakfast here. And I had a shower." "Oh." She put the blanket away. She was just wearing her shirt. >No bra?< "I put your jeans off. It seemed that you didn't feel comfortable." Well, she remembered that she had put the bra off because nobody had wanted to come. Except him - of course. She went to the bathroom. It smelled ... like him. He had also taken an aftershave in the bag when he had brought it to her home. She sucked in the smell of him deeply. "Scully? Breakfast is ready!" "I'm coming!" While she ate he gazed at her with a satisfied smile. "What's up, Mulder?" "Nothing." "Why are you smiling?" "I like smiling." "So why don't you do it more often?" "Because there often is nothing to smile about at work." "Ah." She nodded to herself, but somehow this explanation wasn't enough. After they had finished Mulder wanted to go home. Scully was a bit sad about that: She knew that the feelings between them, the connection, wouldn't be there tomorrow. He got up. "I have, huh?" "Yes, you go." "See you tomorrow?" "Sure." "Bye." "Bye." She got up, too, and went to the door. Just a moment before she closed it, she called him back: "Mulder?" He turned around, a strange expression on his face. "Let's play some more, yeah?" Her heart made a painful jump when he shook his head. "No. No more games." Fast he came back and closed his arms around her. "We won't play. Nevermore, Dana Katherine Scully." "No, sir, Mr Fox William Mulder." The door closed behind them. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX X Ya like it? Mail me: vakuole@yahoo.com Bye. Thanx for editing. muuh. _________________________________________________________ DO YOU YAHOO!? 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