From: "Jurinski, Patti" Date: Wed, 23 Feb 2000 14:47:19 -0500 Subject: Yankee Ingenuity Source: direct Title: Yankee Ingenuity Author: Patti (pls21@aol.com) Classification: Post-Millennium, VR, MSR (although not much on the side of romance here) Rating: R, for adult situation and nicknames! Spoilers: Millennium, slight ones for Small Potatoes, End Game. Summary: Mulder finds himself in an uncomfortable situation after midnight. Disclaimer: The X-Files, Dana Scully, Fox Mulder, and other characters mentioned here are the property of Chris Carter and 1013 Productions. Don't own 'em; don't want to own 'em. Not making any money off of them. Haven't posted in hmmm...four years. Just some mind candy that I had fun writing. Feedback: pls21@aol.com ***************************************************** * 12:03 am January 1, 2000 Whether I wanted to admit or not, the evidence was pretty damn clear that our simple, chaste kiss had turned me into a horny thirteen-year old faster than Scully can do that up-thingy with her eyebrow. Our lips had pressed together for what, two, three seconds and I suddenly had trouble keeping it in my pants. I mean it wasn't like I received any direct encouragement from her to really cause the reaction that I was more than acutely aware of at the moment. I mean Scully didn't grab my head, pull me towards her and start sucking on my bottom lip like she does so well in my fantasies of late. She didn't press her body up against mine and grab my ass, steering it in the right general direction. She simply returned the gentle pressure. And closed her eyes. And that's ultimately what did me in. Scully, the woman who has witnessed deaths' skillful handiwork with a critical eye; the woman who has watched me morph into both an alien bounty hunter and a smarmy, nerdy little bit of a man; the woman who has stared at jars, slides, bags, walls and tanks of goo with morbid fascination; had closed her eyes when our lips touched for the first time. As I steered Scully towards the door of the ER my mind was racing. I've read the books that describe first kisses. Hell, I can quote the line from The Princess Bride as well anyone about the greatest kisses in the world. And believe me what we just had wasn't one of them. It was spontaneous, that's for sure. But as I leaned down towards her I was remotely aware that Scully didn't seem surprised. But then again, I wasn't surprised either that the path towards her lips seemed familiar and comfortable. There was very little hesitation and certainly no trepidation on either of our parts. The kiss itself had very little going for it either. I mean her lips were soft, but whose aren't really? I detected the scent of astringent but I wasn't sure if that was from her wound or mine. Which led me to wonder when our lips touched, when it was exactly that I had brushed my teeth last and did I have some of that un-dead debris on me. No fireworks, harps, or angels singing for us. I guess all hell broke loose when I recognized the significance of Scully closing her eyes. When we pulled away, I gave her my best goofy grin and barb and watched her like a hawk for any sign that she might be noticing my sudden discomfort and began to lead her towards the door. By this point we had made it out of the ER and I admit I was surprised we didn't get stopped at the security desk for trying to smuggle medical supplies in my pants. I was hurting in more ways than one and needed to fix this situation fast. I kept my arm around Scully steering her towards our car on the other side of the parking lot. We walked slowly and I started to think of some inane recitation that would get my thoughts out of this pubescent hell. The Yankees pitching rotation in alphabetical order sprang to mind ...Cone, Clemens, Hernandez...well he's really El Duce would that be an E, D or H? Irabu...no, he's in Montreal now, Pettitte, Rivera...no he's a closer, I think. Who did they pick up this winter? As we neared our rental, I felt a roominess in my pants, a release of the vise around my chest and suddenly very, very tired. That is until Scully walked over to my side of the car and stood next to me. I looked at her with all of the trepidation that was missing in the ER. In the shadows of the parking lot her eyes were dark but I could see a gleam in them and something else. Something that looked very much like wanting. "Please" she said in a raspy voice, and reached towards my belt. George Steinbrenner himself could have been standing in front of me offering me Derek Jeter's position and salary and it wouldn't have stopped what happened next. My good hand intercepted her roaming one and I used my sling to gently nudge her up against the car. My mouth found hers and began to show her just what she could get when she said that magic word. It was a much different type of kiss. Not necessarily better, definitely not worse, just different. But by the time I pulled away Scully was aware of more than just my good dental record. I gently wiped the edges of her mouth where her lipstick and my saliva had mixed to leave a pinkish smudge. And yeah, I smiled. Not the goofy, the- world-didn't-end, smile from moments before, but a did-I-just-give-you-what-you-wanted-or-what smile. And she smiled back. But there was hesitation in it. And something else. Humor. Not something a guy is psyched to see when he's feeling all smug and macho. "Keys" she said in a raspy voice as she nodded towards the end of the key chain hanging from the front pocket of my jeans. And it suddenly became clear. That was wanting I saw in her eyes. Wanting to shake the dust of this un-dead town off her feet and head home. Wanting the car keys. And wanting to assist a one armed man with extracting said keys. I looked down and saw the keys and a whole lot more. A woody Bob Dole would be proud of. A boner the size of Kansas. A Johnson with a purpose. My whole world crashing around me. I glanced up not really knowing what to expect and caught Scully raising her eyes up to meet mine. I held my breath and gave her my best goofy smile. In response Scully shook her head, grabbed the end of the key chain and moved to the driver's side. Escaping this and the apocalypse in a single evening convinced me that this was going to be a good year. Ta da...