TITLE: The Thrill is Gone

AUTHOR: Sara Lynn

DATE: 3/8/99

SPOILERS: Arcadia

SUMMARY: You knew something like this would happen . . .

CLASSIFICATION: V, MSR, ST . . .which comes after. . .

RATING: Not Rated (If you know what it should be, let me know)

DISCLAIMER: Not mine, never will be . . . I only own the tape, the shirt the doll. . . and the website!

ARCHIVING: if you wish to archive this, PLEASE ask before linking to www.geocities.com/SoHo/Studios/8682/thrill.html. Thanks!

 

 

"These are some strange people, Mulder. You sure this isn’t an X-File?" Mulder looked up from the laptop computer to see Scully had changed from her sweater vest into her nightgown. He smiled at how cute she looked in her flannel sleepwear. Closing the e-mail to Skinner, he shut off the computer and moved toward the bathroom before Scully had a chance to use it.

"You don’t think this is something out of the Stepford wives or anything like that?" She shook her head at how weird this felt. Married to Mulder . . . it was not like she dreamed of.

"I think we need to check out our next-door neighbor, Winn Schroder." Scully stepped back as she heard the toilet flush and Mulder opened the door "He seems like an X-File in and of himself."

Scully moved past him and shut the bathroom door. "Mulder!"

"Rob!" he called back

"*Rob*, you left the toliet seat up. This is the second time." She whined.

"Sorry, Laura." Mulder smiled to himself as he flopped down on the bed. This was nice. Almost like something out of a old 50’s show. He picked up his head when he heard the sound of Scully clearing her throat at the foot of the bed.

"Comfy?"

"Just need my wife beside me to make it perfect" He patted the bed down beside him. Scully tipped her head slightly, but crawl over the comforter to sit beside the reclined Mulder. He turned on his side and looked up at her. "This is definitely heaven."

"Well, we can try this arrangement tonight, but if it doesn’t work out . . . your butt gets the sofa." She said as she squeezed out a glob of lotion in his hand.

"Fine. . . Laura. . ." Mulder moved to sit up. He jumped slightly as he felt the bottle of lotion rolled under his leg. "What is this stuff?"

"It’s supposed to make your skin smoother."

"Hmm" He flipped the top of the bottle to get a whiff of it. "Tangerine?"

"Mango." She smiled at him as she rubbed a little on her elbows.

"Do you put this all over?"

"Nope. Just my hands, arms, and shoulders" Scully held out her hand waiting for Mulder to return the bottle to her. He looked at her and poured a small dollop in his hand before handing it back. She was about to pour a healthy amount into her hand when she felt Mulder’s hand tugging down her nightgown strap. "Mulder!"

"Rob. . . And you said you were going do your shoulders anyway." Mulder took the lotion in his hand and rubbed it into her skin.

Scully sighed as he worked the lotion across the back of her shoulders and the nape of her neck.

"Y’know Laura. . . we should do something to celebrate our first night in this new house." He moved close to the skin and forced air through his lips. Scully straightened up instantly and jumped away. "Mulder, stop."

"I’m suppose to be your husband."

"No you’re not. It’s a cover. We’re working."

"And I’m a workaholic."

Scully looked up to see Mulder move closer to her. "Mulder, I don’t think this is going to work."

He nodded moving back up to the head of the bed to lay down. "I didn’t mean to scare you, Scully. I just wanted to help you. C’mon to bed. I’ll spoon ya." He flicked his eyebrows up to show he was just having fun.

She choked out a laugh as she looked at him propped up on his elbow. "Ok" she breathed out as she laid back down beside Mulder.

"So, do you think this was what Skinner had in mind when he suggested this cover?"

Scully laughed. "Yes, I’m sure he wanted us to be sleeping in the same bed."

Mulder looked down at Scully glowing face, wondering why he hadn’t tried this before. "You’re not even tempted to play house?"

Scully turned to him amazed at the deadpanned expression on his face. "Mulder . . . "

"Rob . . ." He managed to get out before his lips touched Scully’s with a less than chaste kiss.

"Oh Rob. . ." She moaned lightly as she gazed up at Mulder.

He smiled brightly. "You like? We can do this. We are married."

"Well . . . maybe we can play house a little."

* * *

"Scully . . ." He whispered in her ear. "Scully . . ."

"Mmmmmm," She moaned, pulling the bed sheets closer to her body. Rolling back slightly, she found her back collide with a chest. Turning her head, Scully realized it was a very bare Mulder chest. "Mulder?"

"Morning, Sunshine". He whispered as his lips touched her cheek. As he was about to place another on her lips, she turned back to the pillow and mumbled something. "What?"

"Your breath." She pulled her head up enough to get it out.

"I just woke up . . ." He tossed aside the sheets and got out of the bed. As he shut the door to the bathroom, he managed to get out "Nag".

"Poopyhead" Scully stuck her tongue out at closed door and reached to her nightgown, which had been tossed onto the floor. The thrill of playing house was gone.

 

 

AUTHOR’S NOTES: Well, This explains why Scully was a little more affectionate after the first night, why Mulder tried to get Scully into bed the second night, AND perhaps why Mulder was sleeping on the waterbed in Monday . . . Bare-chested -- Oh! . . .