Title: Pumpkin Pie
Author: Fey Eiluned
Spoilers: None
Rating: PG, I suppose. You decide;-)
Disclaimer: They're not mine. Wish they were. I'm just borrowing them. I’ll bring them back with no scratches, dents or door dings. Well, Mulder may be a little worn, but other than that...
Author’s Ramblings: This one is rather decidedly different from my usual fare. I’m up to my eyeballs in unfinished smut. I really would love feedback, but as for flames, don’t even try;-) I’m not self deprecating or anything, but I NEED AFFIRMATION OF MY TALENT!!!!!!!!!!! (or lack thereof)
Another Note: Oh, yeah. This could be considered MSR. Anyway you look at it, there is UST out the wazoo, with the promise of RST to come (no pun intended). To those of you who are turned off by such thoughts, you have been warned.
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"Mmm, I love pumpkin pie."

Scully speared another chunk of pie on her fork and gleefully drew it into her mouth, her eyes closing in pleasure.

Mulder raised an eyebrow at his partner. He was amused at her uncharacteristic enthusiasm, but what really cracked him up was what the enthusiasm was directed at.

A piece of pie.

He grinned to himself as she chomped down on another mouthful. He might as well have some fun with this.

"Hey, Scully, are you going to eat all of that?" he asked, stabbing his fork at her plate.

She looked shocked and smacked his hand away, protecting her plate as if it were the Crown Jewels of England. "Keep your fork the hell away from my pie, Mulder," she scolded loudly, loud enough to attract the attention of a few other diners in the small Texas cafe.

Mulder chuckled at her, then watched as she carefully cut another bite, and delicately placed it in her mouth, slowly licking the Cool Whip from her lips. Suddenly, he felt himself having rather unprofessional thoughts running through his mind. God, the way she tossed her head back, her eyes closed, savoring the spicy taste of...

Yipe. His thoughts were deteriorating fast.

She made a small noise close to a moan of approval in the back of her throat and Mulder tugged self-consciously at his tie, feeling extremely hot and claustrophobic. Oh, yeah. Claustrophobic was the word. His pants definitely felt quite restraining at the moment.

The last bite was gone before he noticed and Scully was wiping her mouth with her napkin. "God, that was good," she said contentedly.

Mulder cleared his throat. "Yeah, I could tell," he replied, horrified when his voice cracked.

Scully had the grace to bite back her grin. "You know, Mulder," she said, leaning onto the table, her voice dipping into a deeper, much sexier tone, "There are two things I love in this world."

Mulder raised his eyebrows, trying to feign coolness and failing miserably. "What are those?" he asked, his voice rough.

"Pumpkin pie and sex."

He thought the top of his head would come off. Either head. Or both.

"Mmm?" was all he could manage.

She smiled at him, which did absolutely nothing to ease his predicament.

"Yeah, and it's been so long since I've had either," she cocked her head to the side, "Well, now I've had my pumpkin pie for today. See you in the car, Mulder."

She grabbed her jacket and rose, heading out the door. Mulder let his head fall to the table with an audible thump. In a few seconds, his breathing was back to normal, but he found that he would have to deftly maneuver his coat over a certain portion of his trousers. "Damn," he muttered.

A tap on his shoulder made him turn to see the waitress smiling slyly at him.

"Yeah?" Mulder asked.

“A piece of pie for the road?”


*End*