From: ephemeral@ephemeralfic.org Date: 5 Dec 2003 07:57:32 -0000 Subject: X Marks The Spot by Myriss (1 of 1) by Myriss Source: direct Reply To: myriss1013@yahoo.com TITLE: X Marks The Spot AUTHOR: Myriss EMAIL ADDRESS: myriss1013@yahoo.com DISTRIBUTION: NO to Gossamer and Ephemeral. I will send it to them myself. Others: Okay to archive but please let me know. I would like to visit. And keep my name and header attached. RATINGS WARNING: The high end of PG-13. CLASSIFICATION: PWP KEYWORDS: Keyword? What's that? SPOILERS: Nothing really. SUMMARY: Being in the wrong place at the wrong time. THE DISCLAIMER: Any character you recognized from the TV series belongs to 1013 and Fox. I am just borrowing them. FEEDBACK: Please. Send to myriss1013@yahoo.com AUTHOR NOTES: You may have to suspend your beliefs somewhat when you read this. THANKS to Carole for beta-ing! X Marks the Spot by Myriss (myriss1013@yahoo.com) ***** It wasn't as if he had never been in one before. He had. And like a lot of red-blooded males, he had open a skin magazine a time or two. But he had never been in a sex shop like this. It was a high class store, specializing in erotica and catering to women. With its marble floors and bright lights, light jazz, and artfully displayed merchandise, he could have been in a high dollar department store. It was also a store that a woman would feel comfortable to browse in. At least that's what Angie told him. Angie. He could only shake his head almost incredulously. Right now, she was over in the lingerie area, searching for a teddy to wear tonight. He could have told her that she didn't need to bother. She was hot enough. She was a tall, long legged brunette. The attraction between them had been hot and instantenous. They had fallen into bed almost immediately. He huffed out a breath. Whew! Just thinking about her made his temperature rise. Curious, he picked up a sex manual from the shelf in front of him. Flipping through its pages, he marveled at the variety of positions and the agility of the participants. Now, he thought, looking at one intensely. There's no way a person can bend that way and keeps his balance balance-- "What are you looking at?" a voice murmured quietly into his ear. It was a familiar voice. One that he knew very well and one he held very dear and loved. It was, however, the last one he wanted to hear while standing in the middle of an erotic store with an open sex manual in his hands. Horrified, he stared at the voice's owner--a tiny redhead woman that was standing next to him, her blue eyes expectant. "Uh--uh--" he stuttered. Then blurted out, his voice full of horror, "What are you doing here?" The idea of him being here didn't seem to faze her. Instead she seemed rather amused. "Maybe I should be asking you the same thing?" she asked pointedly. He blushed, thrusting the offending book behind his back. "I was--I was--" he groped blindly for words. "Reading the articles?" she suggested, her brow arched. He suddenly felt like a little boy who had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. In some way he had been. His shoulders sagged. Could this day get any worse? he thought in despair. "Babe?" Angie called from behind him. He hit his forehead with his palm. Apparently it could! He had yet to mention Angie to the woman standing in front of him. Not that he wasn't going to. He was! But the timing had never been right. This was definitely NOT the right time or place for one significant female in his life to meet the other. It should be over coffee or lunch or something...not in the midst of dildos, body oils, and colored condoms. He sent up a silent plea for help. It was ignored. Angie's statuesque form appeared from the back of the store, her hands full of black lace and red satin. She came up to them, towering over the small petite woman next to her. She smiled up at him. "I couldn't decide, Babe," she said. "Which one do your prefer?" I prefer death! he thought feelingly. His eyes darted quickly to the side to look at the tiny redhead's face. She was smiling. "The red satin," she suggested. The man behind her choked. Angie looked at her, obviously wondering who she was, but disposed to being friendly. "You think?" The other woman's smile turned wicked. "I would. Easier access--" The choke became a gag. When the two women began to chat about the virtues and merits of black lace vs. red satin, the man's numb feet began to carry him away .... ....as far away as he could without leaving the store... Leave. That's what he wanted to do. Leave! It seemed like an eternity before Angie called out, "Babe? Are you ready?" She had chosen the red satin after all. "Yeah," he managed to croak out. His eyes going past his girlfriend to the tiny red-headed woman standing by the register, then down at her purchase.... What he saw made his mouth drop open, his face turned bright pink. His eyes flew up and met hers. She had the audacity to smirk. A *you'regoingtogetitsobad!* smirk! He didn't even want to think about it. With infinite care, he slid past her with Angie in tow. It was only after the door closed behind them that Angie turned to him and asked, "Who was that?" "Not now." His voice seemed to be strangled. "Later--" After a six pack later, he silently added. Damn his photographic memory! He didn't want to think about what just happened! And he really, really didn't want to think about what he saw on the cash register counter and the implication that it brought... nonononono.... These three things should not be going together! His Mom. His Dad. And fur-lined handcuffs. William Fox Mulder went eeeewwwwwwwwwww! The End ***** Yeah, another Will Torture fic! :D I hope it wasn't too cheesy or too obvious. If you enjoyed it, please let me know. And constructive criticism is always welcome! Myriss myriss1013@yahoo.com