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.
FEEEEEEEEDBAAAAAAAACK!
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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*