From: md1016@aol.com (MD1016)
Subject: New: Rising to the Challenge
Date: 1 Feb 1996 10:56:03 -0500

Rising To The Challenge
By MD1016, as challenged by KMNAHILL


January 31, 1996.
Wednesday.
12:45pm.


Scully sat cross-legged at the square cafeteria table near the
windowless corner - out of earshot.  The small packed lunch spread
before her like a feast remained untouched.  Mulder looked at her
sitting all alone.  He had said he would catch up with her in the
cafeteria once he finished the spelling corrections on the latest
case, but the two minute job turned in to a quarter of an hour
somehow.  Her shoulders slouched forward, hands in her lap, while she
daydreamed out the window on the other side of the room.  Very
un-Scully.

Mulder sat opposite her with his cellophane-wrapped sub and a can of
Yoo-hoo.  He glanced at her cheese-filled croissant, carrot sticks,
and shinny orange.  His lips thinned at the orange.  That was going to
be the tough one.  Slowly she picked up a carrot, and with an evil
grin in her eyes, she ran it luxuriously over her full bottom lip.
Mulder swallowed hard; his eyes following the tip of the stick across
her lower teeth until they had a firm hold - and then she snapped the
tip off.  He could see the delight in her Mona Lisa smile as she
chewed the crisp piece.  Until his hands ran across the plastic of his
sandwich.

Her eyes widened just the smallest bit to the feather-touch strokes of
two fingers at they made their way from one side of the oblong loaf to
the other.  Sensing her shifting in the hard cafeteria chair, Mulder's
probing digits found the edge of the wrap.  A shiver worked its way
down her spine as he slid his hand underneath the thin plastic sheath.
He unclothed the loaf with an achingly slow pace, leaving Scully's
mouth dry as paper.  Her right hand went to the round fruit in front
of her.

The sandwich completely forgotten, Mulder's lips opened ever so
slightly as his partner lifted the orange to her mouth and hungrily
bit through the thick husk leaving a single drop of sweet juice to run
over her moist bottom lip.  She sucked the rind before pulling it from
her teeth.  Then the flicker of a pink tongue lapped up the driblet
from her chin.  Leaving its trail for a porcelain white finger to lift
and place on to the very center of her tongue; mouth gently curved at
the flush of his face.  Scully sucked hard.  Mulder finally remembered
to breath.

Still panting, he lifted the can and lazily ran a finger around the
top lip.  Her smile vanished.  Then, he returned the soda to the table
and leaned forward over it.  His tongue skimmed along the edge,
careful to go slow enough for her to follow his every move, and then
the caressing tongue slid under the rounded metal key and flicked it
straight up.  Scully's body lurched forward before she could catch
herself on the table top.  The hot talons of pleasure tickling through
her stomach before reaching down and clinging to her groin.

Mulder couldn't help a smile.  He casually drank the cool liquid,
knowing she was mesmerized by the bobbing of the small bulge in his
neck.  He had her.  He'd won.

Scully sighed and pushed away from the table.  Mulder followed suit;
one hand on her lower back to guide her through the cafeteria doors.
When the doors closed behind them, a roar of laughter rang out, and
the room came alive with bawdy jokes and money exchanging hands.  But
none of the squealing, obnoxious agents had any idea that both Mulder
and Scully were also laughing.  They were aware of the rumors that
floated through the Bureau about them.  They heard the snickers and
innuendoes that were not always meant to be hidden.  And sometimes
. . . sometimes the need to mess with their heads out weighed the
millstone of humiliation.

NOTE: KMNAHILL, who, after noting the distinct lack of brevity in my
writing, put forth the challenge of writing a Mulder/Scully romance or
UST (Unresolved Sexual Tension) story, complete and standing alone, in
under 5 pages.  I did better than that.  This was 1 1/2 pages - and no
dialogue.  ;) Anyone care to take up the challenge?  It's not as easy
as it looks.