From: mksr79@aol.com (MKSR79) Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative Subject: New Short-Painting Date: 16 Oct 1995 19:17:07 -0400 I have been trying to post this for about a week and now it better work! **Painting** DISCLAIMER: These characters of Fox Mulder and Dana Scully are owned by Chris Carter and Ten Thirteen productions. No copyright infringement intended. (If I did own them, I wouldn't be worrying about college tuition!) INSPIRATION: When I was painting my room two weeks ago (in the color of "Glacial Seas"), my sister's boyfriend came over and helped us paint. They got into a huge paint fight, and since then I have had the urge to write about Mulder and Scully doing the same thing. DEDICATION-To my sister Tracy, to whom I owe that big white spot on my carpet. WARNING-Mulder and Scully relationship story. Enter at your own risk!!! THE IMPORTANT THING-I need feedback (yep, I'm an e-mail junkie), so please write me at mksr79@aol.com. All comments are appreciated. ******************* Fox Mulder stared at the ceiling, contemplating the situation. "C'mon, Mulder, we have work to do." Scully appeared in the doorway, dressed in overalls and carrying two cans of paint. "I want to get two coats done today." "Scully, why did I offer to help you paint your living room? I must have had my mind taken over by aliens." "No, you 'offered' because I caught you watching a video from your extensive movie collection in the office and I blackmailed you. Now, is everything covered with drop cloths?" "Yes, mein heir," He answered with a mock salute. he went over to the kitchen table, where Scully was opening the cans. "Excuse me, but that is the same color on the wall now. What's the point?" "It's not the same color. The color now is 'igloo madness.' THIS color is 'December lace.'" "Oh, sorry. There is SUCH a big difference. Let's get this done so I can watch the Knicks game." Actually, Mulder was looking forward to the afternoon. Since Melissa's death, Scully had thrown herself into her work, not allowing herself to enjoy life as a punishment. Mulder made the goal, and walked over to Scully. "Where's the roller?" * * * "You missed a spot, Mulder." Scully stepped back and looked at the last wall. The two had finished the ceiling and was on the last coat of paint. Dana had been correcting and repainting over his work for the better part of the day. "You are going to get it." Mulder started to descend upon Scully. "What are you doing, Mulder?" He stopped in front of her. "You think you're so perfect, huh? You and your perfectly clean clothes." They looked at one another. While Mulder's shorts and shirt were covered with December lace, Scully's denim lacked the white spots. "You know what, Scully? I think you need to loosen up." With the last remark, Mulder took the brush and placed a white dot on Scully's nose. "Cute." "Oh yeah, Mulder?" Mulder felt the cool liquid roll over his face. The paint flew, fast and furious, covering the two participants in the paint fight. Finally, Scully pulled away, winning the coveted roller and pan of paint. "Scully, why don't we call a truce?" Slowly, Mulder moved toward her, hands above his head. "No way, Mulder. Look at me." Scully was covered in cream paint. Her auburn hair was the only bright spot in the room, yet it was spotted by the goo. "I deserve some retribution." "C'mon, Scully. It was all in good fun. We'll talk, eat some pizza-" The rest of the sentence was muffled as Mulder tackled Scully to the ground. The room was filled with laughter as the two rolled around, tickling one another, until they came to a stop, Mulder on top of Scully. "Say uncle." Mulder pushed Scully's hands above her head, effectively discontinuing the fighting between them. "Never." Scully looked up at Mulder, and the laughter died from her throat, unnerved by the raw emotion reflected in his eyes. As she wiggled against him, trying to free herself, his eyes darkened with desire. He let go of one of her hands, and tenderly traced her cheekbone. Scully shivered from the sensual touch. "Scully..." The word came out as a whisper as he lowered his lips to hers. The first kiss was explosive, the passion that had been building for three years flaring between them. The kisses gradually subsided to gentler, exploring kisses, delving into one another's souls. Scully broke the embrace first. "Mulder, I, I mean, what we just did..." She broke off, unable to find the right words. Embarrassed, she looked down. "Oh my God, I am covered in paint. I'm going to go and take a shower." She nearly ran into the bathroom, closing the door firmly. Mulder pushed himself off the floor, vowing to leave before she returned from her shower. As he gathered his coat and keys, the bathroom door opened. Scully came out, wearing nothing but a towel. "Care to join me?" Mulder dropped his things, and made his way to the bathroom. he thought, as he began to strip. THE END ********** "Well, this is a very interesting situation here." George Bailey, IT'S A WONDERFUL LIFE. (For full effect, say with Jimmy Stewart accent.)