From: "Amber Tesh" Date: Sun, 14 Feb 1999 13:10:33 PST Subject: You can't fight the Truth Co-authors: Amber Tesh and Amanda McGuirt Invisigoth_xft@hotmail.com ZenithPoet@hotmail.com Rating: uhh...PG-13 for the language, I guess, and the innuendo. Nothing horribly offensive though...not this time at least. Spoilers: I don't think that there are any here...if there are, you can just send me all your flames. (I'm the ZenithPoet address. If you have any good remarks {please please please} send them to the Invisigoth_xft address. She helped more than I did anyways.) Summary: This is a dialogue between Mulder and Scully. There's nothing else. Just dialogue, except in a few places where we thought it was kind of necessary to point out what was going on so you wouldn't be confused as hell...which we kinda got writing this. But that's the good part; you get to use your over-worked shipper's imaginations. Most of it is meant to be in a rather...provocative tone anyways. Well, Mulder's part is. Scully is, well, Scully's just Scully. Of course it's MSR (what else is there, really?), and hopefully a bit of humor thrown in with the gooey mushy part at the end. Disclaimer: Yeah, yeah, yeah. They aren't ours, they belong to CC and all those people up there who believe that they have the power. We never had permission, and most likely never will. Don't sue us. We need all our money for our trip to New York City anyway....*G* So uh, yeah...on to the story.... Archive: Gossamer...any one else ask, but it'll probably be ok. Title: You can't fight the truth ~*~*~*~*~*~* Some Friday evening Scully: Hey, Mulder, whatcha doing tonight? Mulder: Watching movies. S: Oh *reeeeaaallly*, Mulder. M: Oh yeah, Pay-Per-View! S: So it's not "When Animals Attack" this time, huh? M: Unfortunately not. S: So you want to come over to my house tonight? I'll fix supper... M: Ooooh...what are we eating? S: You'll have to come tonight to find out. M: I can cum. S: Mulder! M: Ok, ok, I'll be good......Hmmmm, you know, I think I'll leave my movies at home tonight. S: That might be a good idea, Mulder. I'll see you, at say, seven o'clock? M: I'll be there. *~*~*~*~*~ Later that evening... *knock knock knock* Scully: Come on in! Mulder: You really shouldn't do that, Scully. Some weirdo could just come right in off the street and take advantage of you. S: Exactly, G-Man M: I didn't know you had it in you, Scully. So...what's for dinner? S: Chicken Alfreda. Dessert is rocky road and several *other* delicacies... M: Ooooh....when are you going to feed me? S: Whenever you want, G-Man. M: Let's go. S: Mulder...*sigh*...eat your chicken. M: Anything you want, Sweetheart. S: Well then, since you put it that way.... M: Watch it, Scully. Don't tempt me. S: Down, Mulder. M: I'll be good. I promise. S: Do you always keep your promises, Mulder? M: Only when I'm forced to do otherwise. S: Since when have you been forced, Mulder. M: Not in a while. Need to of something about that, don't we? S: In your dreams, G-Man. M: And what would you know about my dreams? S: More than I want to. M: I could change your mind. S: Eat your chicken, Mulder. M: With pleasure, Copper. S: My pleasure or yours? M: Depends on who's using the most force. S: Are we using your toys or mine? M: Do yours involve anything battery operated or otherwise mechanical? S: Eat your chicken, Mulder, and maybe I'll show you later. M: You know, this *is* rather appetizing chicken. S: I'm sure you'd think so, but with you, Mulder, everything is appetizing. M: With me or about me? S: That's one of the few things that I haven't decided on yet. M: Eat your chicken, Scully. S: With pleasure, Mulder. M: So what videos did you get? S: Videos? I thought that you would bring them... M: Well, now. We'll just have to entertain ourselves other ways, now won't we? S: Are you coming on to me, Agent Mulder? M: I was hoping *you* could answer that, Scully. S: Something to drink, Mulder? M: Vodka? S: I was thinking more along the lines of coffee. M: How about a vanilla quickie? S: I do believe that your mind is not on coffee, Mulder. M: It's rather fun, too. Care to join me? S: Drink your coffee, G-Man. M: I don't believe that I'm in the mood to, Scully. S: I'm afraid to ask. M: Then maybe I should show you? S: Do I have to wash your mouth out with soap? M: And how is that supposed to stop my imagination. S: Go pick out one of my videos to watch, Mulder. M: With pleasure, Copper. Only if you make popcorn. S: Can do. M: Can do who? S: Go sit in front of the TV, Mulder. M: Ooooh.... S: *Sigh* Just go find a video, Mulder. M: Can do. S: Forget it. I'm not being drawn into your perverted little game that easily. M: Perhaps I should try harder? S: Do I have to withhold your popcorn? M: Only if you want a first-class tickle attack. S: Don't tempt me. M: Well, now. Not what I expected. S: *grin* Sorry. Couldn't help myself. M: I can help you. S: Eat your popcorn, Mulder. M: No S: I'll make you. M: You wouldn't. S: Don't make me feed you, Mulder. M: Oooh...it's about time you saw things my way. S: Shut up Mulder. Now open your mouth. M: Why should I? S: Just do it. Trust me. M: Now there's a death warrant if I ever heard one. S: *Pluh-leeze?* M: Fine... *Mulder opens mouth and Scully throws a piece of popcorn in* M: Very good, Copper. Didn't know that they allowed shorties to play on the school basketball team. S: Yeah, I had to amuse myself playing with other things. M: What *things*, Scully. S: You don't want to know, Mulder. M: Oh, but I do. Tell me. S: No. M: Tell me, or I'll tickle it out of you. S: You wouldn't. M: Oh, but I would, Scully. S: *No* you wouldn't. M: Do you *really* want to test that theory out? S: Bring it on, Mulder. M: Give me a good reason why I should. S: Because you'll get to touch my beautiful, sexy body. M: Good enough reason for me. *Mulder beings to tickle Scully* S: *Shreik* Ok, Ok! That's enough! Stop! That's enough beautiful sexy body for you! M: Tell me. S: *gasp* No! No, Stop! Stop that! *Mulder has Scully pinned down on the couch* M: Tell me! S: Fine! Fine, I'll tell you when you stop! Oh, Mercy, please! *Mulder stops but still kneel over while pressing her shoulders in to the couch.* M: What did you play with in high school, Scully? S: This. *Scully kisses Mulder hard and fast. Mulder has a big dumbfounded expression on his face.* S: Are you satisfied now? M: And what if I'm not? S: Too bad. Now off me. M: No S: Yes M: I don't want to. I think I'm comfortable here. *Mulder pretends to fall asleep* S: Dammit, Mulder! I'll hurt you! M: Go ahead, woman. What do you think that little 5'2" you could do to 6' me? S: Hmm, you obviously still don't know me very well. M: So why don't we change that? S: Get off me, Mulder M: Oh, but do you know how long I've waited to be in this position with a sexy redhead? It's been awhile... S: Did I ever tell you that this color isn't natural? *Mulder runs his fingers through Scully's hair.* M: Liar. S: You've got me. Now don't stop, that feels good. M: I thought you wanted me off? S: But....but...damn you, Mulder. M: Awww, now, I'm a confusing you? *Mulder continues playing with Scully's hair* S: Yes you are. Now I suggest that you get off me now or there's no telling what I might do. M: Are you coming on to me, Agent Scully. S: I don't know, but if you keep on doing on that I may just lose my cool. M: Ok, I just have to do something else instead. S: I'm afraid to ask. M: Then I'll show. S: Mulder, you're pushing dangerous grounds. M: So? S: I mean...this...our situation...it's uh....it's not right....not appropriate M: Sshh...don't fight it Scully. Just close your eyes. S: Mulder, we can't....we can't do this...Skinner would.... M: Forget Skinner. Forget everyone else. I'm here, Scully. Just you and I. S: Mulder, this, they'll know. This....this is not involved in a professional relationship. M: *whispering* Do you want this, Dana? S: Sex? No, I don't. M: *Laughing quietly* Good, because I was only going to kiss you. Do you want that, Scully? Or do you honestly want me to get up and go on...as if this never happened. As if we don't know. You know this is real, Scully. You can't analyze it away and deny this. This is the truth, Dana, and go can't fight the truth. S: Kiss me, Mulder. M: Shhh...not Mulder. Fox. S: Fox... *End of dialogue ~*~*~*~*~*~ So use you're imagination, dammit! If life it like a stage, I want better lighting. Anyways, like I said, if you have anything at all to say, either ZenithPoet@hotmail.com or Invisigoth_xft@hotmail.com.