Date sent: Wed, 20 Aug 1997 14:39:15 +0200 From: Jeroen Verbeek Subject: Redhead Title: Redhead (1/1) Author: Jeroen Verbeek, Copyright 1997 Summary: Mulder made love to Scully in her bedroom Disclaimer: The characters of Fox Mulder and Dana Scully belong to Chris Carter and 10-13 Productions in association with 20th Century Fox Television. -------------------------------------------------- Redhead I don't trust Mulder anymore. I first want to know where he's up to. It wasn't the perfect relationship anymore. Tonight he killed the last bit of respect I might have had for him. I mean, it's over between us. Of course, I've always had special feelings for him, and that's not a lie. But tonight he screwed up. I just want to forget it ever happened. Fortunately it meant nothing to me. In fact he doesn't need to know I have only natural feelings for women. It all started an hour ago. I was checking my appearance in the bedroom mirror. It was very exciting, seeing my body through the wispy, transparent nightgown. I knew it was an erotic pose. And I was definitely impressed with my own beauty as Mulder came in. He starts kissing, and immediately I felt my left side go down, then my right side, and we lay down on the bed. I felt like dying, Mulder had never done this before. I was really scared now, and I tried to appeal to his sensibility. Mulder could easily overtake me. Suddenly the sound of his panting permeated the bedroom and I realized I had no where to go. Exposing myself, even privately, with the curtains closed, was a nightmare. Usually I liked it to tease men with my attractive female curves. Now I hated myself doing that all the time. I kept my eyes closed and tried to turn away, but he held me easily. "You're so lovely," he said. I always liked sexy redheads." There was a smile on his face; his sparkling eyes were open as he gazed at me with a mixture of lust and disparagement. A flash from the mirror told me I was doing bad. Mulder's laugh at my humiliation was so long and hard that it brought tears in my eyes. But his false sweetness was even more worse than his tirade. Then it seemed he left me alone, pulling me aside. His sudden reaction stunned me, deepened my shame to yet another level. He threw the taller black heels at my feet, and then flung me to the ground. I was really sickened. Half an hour later Mulder grabbed his clothes, and he left the bedroom. I felt an unreasonable rush of relief with the slamming of the door. Then I heard the sound of footsteps climbing the stairs. I curled into a ball, and frightening thoughts were racing through my mind again. Suddenly my fearsome thoughts stopped. I looked up at the gorgeous red-haired woman above me. The redhead took me off the ground, and started to whisper friendly words. She caressed me until my body wasn't crumpled anymore. Then she laid me down on the foot of the bed. A wonderful sense of happiness filled my body and grew in insensitivity until I fell asleep. (By the way, I am Scully's red bra.) The End.