From: Eve Howard Date: Tue, 12 Oct 1999 17:16:50 -0700 Subject: Sweepings from the cutting room floor Swept from the cutting room floor So, all this because I didnt get you a desk? Mulder asked with a mild mixture of contempt and incredulity. Everything isnt about you, Mulder. This is my life, Scully replied, more remote and somehow more desirable than he had ever found her. Truly something was different about her today. But it went beyond the suit being DKNY and past perfect. He realized with an unpleasant sensation that for the first time she didnt seem to care what he said or thought. In fact, she had the nerve to look right through him as she crushingly dismissed his sarcastic remark. Oh yeah? Well, like it or not Im in it! Mulder sprang out of his chair to place himself between Scully and the distance into which she stared. Excuse me? Scully had no time to smile with derision because he had swept her into his arms to smother her cupids bow mouth with a hard kiss. You put me through hell this last week, he breathed upon releasing her. Mulder give me a break, you were with Elvis, she tried to smile and sound normal in spite of the sudden contractions of her heart. Shut up and show me the tattoo, he ordered over folded arms. I will not, she replied at once. I should spank you for marring the matchless perfection of your matte bisque colored skin before Ive even had the opportunity to inspect it. Go to hell, Mulder, said Scully, putting the desk between them. And youve had no end of opportunities. Scully you should see you blush, he said, locking the office door. Mulder I dont know whats come over you but a psych consultation wouldnt come amiss. Its just that the scales have finally fallen from my eyes, Scully, he said, pulling her towards him, deliberately brushing her hair back and fastening his lips to her throat. I now see youre a sexual submissive. Probably just waiting to be taken by me. Scully was about to frame a scathing retort when he captured her wrists in his hands and held them behind her back while taking her mouth with his tongue. As he released her she took her best swing, but he was prepared and ducked, then catching her unawares, grabbed her up under one arm and carried her to the sofa, where he sat down with Scully in his lap. Mulder, dont you dare spank me! she cried, as he deftly turned her over and locked his arm to her waist. Scully, how could I not? He then administered twelve firm swats to the pert seat of her skirt with unruffled finesse. Scully stuck her head up. That wasnt so bad. She began to feel curious thrills. Mulder, you spank like a girl, she told him over one shoulder. Throwing down the gauntlet, Scully? She shrugged but made no gesture to wriggle away. The next couple of dozen smacks were anything but gentle and had Scully gasping and squirming in seconds. Ow! That really hurts! Do I get to see the tattoo? Dammit, Mulder. Just pull up my jacket, she sighed, its on my lower back. Id rather pull your skirt up and see how pink I just made you. ...You can do both. Moments later the perfect suit lay discarded on the floor and Mulder saw that Scullys taste ran to underpinnings of tailored, sheer white mesh nylon. He turned her in his hands. God, Scully, you grafittied your flawless back with a circular snake? Is this what happens when white girls go wild? Now I wish Id spanked you even harder. All the while he was scolding he was bending Scully over the desk and yanking his zipper down. What are you doing now, Mulder? Just proving to you that one desk is all we really need. --------------------------------------- Eve Howard evehoward@shadowlane.com Shadow Lane, Inc. Voice: 818-985-9151 P.O. Box 1910 Fax: 818-508-5187 Studio City CA 91614-0910 www.shadowlane.com