Another Round Of Tequilas - By *Wendy* (WSweet001@aol.com) 27th April 2005   
      
   Disclaimer: Not mine, Chris Carter's, Fox's, and 1013's, blah blah blah.   
      
   Summary: A sequel to Tequila, Bacardi, Whatever.  What happened after   
   Scully made her intentions clear?   
      
   Authors note: This is my second fic, a sequel, to my first fic,   
   Tequila, Bacardi, Whatever.  I wrote this for my Flop friends, who asked   
   for a sequel, before TBW had even been archived. Also to Marguerite, my   
   no. 1 cheerleader, Nic, and Maddy for moral your support. Thanks ladies!   
      
   Rating: Mild R   
      
   Category: S MSR H   
      
   Spoiler: Lazarus, The Host, Never Again, Three Of A Kind, Allthings.   
      
   Archive: Sure, wherever, just let me know please.   
      
   Feedback: Yep, as long as you're not going to flame me:)   
      
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   'The first thing she became aware of, as she lay there, with her eyes   
   closed, was the heat.  The stifling, uncomfortable heat.  Next,   
   was the foul taste in her mouth, like the Fluke worm had crawled into   
   her mouth, and laid it's eggs there.  Then, the pain.  Oh Lord!  The pain!   
   It was pulsating behind her eyes, and wrapped around her head, like a   
   vice.   
   She hadn't felt this crappy since her college days.  Was she hungover?   
   No, not her, not for a very long time.  The responsible Dana Scully, does   
   not get drunk.  The occasional, respectable, refined glass of   
   wine, yes, but drunk?  How uncouth.  But hang on, what's that   
   other taste in her mouth, apart from the wicked dog breath?   
   Was that....tequila?  As she lay there, trying to gather her thoughts,   
   she became aware of the music.  It was so familiar, what was it?  It   
   sounds like her Santana CD, but why was it playing?  Slowly, she opened   
   one eye, and surveyed what she could see of her room.  There was a glass   
   tumbler on her bedside table, empty.  Hang on a minute, there was two   
   glasses on that table! Just contemplating what might have taken place   
   made her head hurt ever more, she was sure, if she tried to push this   
   matter further with herself, her eyes would start to bleed, so, she let   
   her self drift back to sleep.'   
      
      
   'I'm in limbo, that space between sleep, and being awake.  Random images   
   keep popping into my brain, they must be from a dream I had last night.   
   They really must be, there's no way this stuff *actually* happened.  I see   
   Scully....dancing?  What the hell?  Yes, she's dancing, I'm sitting on her   
   sofa, with a sombrero on my head, and staring at her like a slack-jawed   
   jackass at a strip joint.  Hang on, she's dancing for me!  Damn, I need to   
   have more of *these* dreams.  She's smiling widely, and, well the best way   
   I can describe it, is writhing to the sexy Latino tempo.  She's wearing   
   denims, and don't ask me why, but a piece of fabric, perhaps a throw,   
   with a hole cut out for her head.  It looks kinda like a crudely made   
   poncho.  I look down, and see I'm wearing one myself, with material that   
   looks suspiciously like a shower curtain. But I'm not worried about the   
   fact I look like I'm sitting there, looking like a permanent resident of   
   a nut house.  I'm more concerned about the growing bulge in my pants, and   
   trying to hide it from Scully.  I hear a bump, and automatically look up.   
   She's stumbling towards me, and has evidently just walked into the coffee   
   table. Ah ha, she's drunk!  That would explain this little floor show.   
   Now I just need to figure out how she got to be drunk, never before have I   
   seen Scully like that, although, I hear from Frohike, that she can be,   
   what were his word again?  Oh yes, "quite the party girl".  God only knows   
   how he would know something like that.  I'm not sure I want to know, it   
   would probably involve microscopic cameras, or just plain, old fashioned   
   stalking.  Now she's holding out her hand to mine, still smiling broadly.   
   "Come one Mulder, don't be so lazy, join me!"  I'm not much of a dancer,   
   in fact, I have all the grace of an elephant with a thorn in it's   
   booty.  But this particular offer is too much for me to resist, drunk or   
   otherwise.   
   The picture of me and Scully dancing, with my hands round her waist,   
   her arms round my neck, dancing, stays in my head as I drift back   
   to sleep.'   
      
      
   ~The Night Before.~   
      
   'I can't believe I was so shameless, so sexually overt. I shamelessly made   
   a pass at Mulder, but in a way, that if he reacted in a bemused fashion, I   
   could have just brushed it off as a joke.  But, my bluff paid off,   
   he reacted just as I expected, as I hoped.  After the initial shock, his   
   eyes lit up, and he walked slowly towards me.  I've been all sorts of   
   nerve-wracking situations before, from the dangerous, to the down right   
   bizarre, but never before have I felt this close to having a heart attack,   
   my stomach is nearly in my mouth, as I realise, that this is it.  The   
   moment I've been waiting for, for too long.  He's smiling, so sweetly   
   and I can only imagine the look I'm wearing, hopefully not too much like   
   a startled deer.  His hand brushes my hip lightly, slides up my arm   
   to my shoulder, then he brushes his fingers over my neck, setting my skin   
   alight.  I hear myself let out a sigh, as his hand cups my face, the other   
   arm wrapping around my waist.  I tilt my head back, and part my lips, as   
   he leans closer to me.  He brushes against my lips so softly, giving the   
   lightest butterfly kisses.  It's an exquisite torture, after all these   
   years, I need to vent my passion.  I put my hand on the back of his   
   head, to bring it lower.  I kiss him hungrily, he responds in kind.   
   His mouth opens, and I push my tongue inside, causing him to groan.  Our   
   tongues brush eagerly against each other, too enveloped in our own lust, to   
   care about savouring the moment, this moment has been in the making for   
   years, our chemistry bubbling up like it was in a pressure cooker.  This   
   kiss, is about a kind of catharsis, without the angst, if that makes any   
   sense, don't blame me if it doesn't, my mind isn't exactly directed toward   
   coherent thought right now, only stoking the fire raging inside me.'   
      
      
   'Jeez, she tastes so good.  Like coffee, mint, and, well, Scully.  Her   
   lips are so soft, yet they're are kissing me so forcefully, kissing her   
   back with equal ferocity, is all I can do to keep from being bowled over.   
   Not that that's the only reason I'm currently kissing her like this is my   
   last minute on Earth.  I have loved her for so long, I have longed for her   
   touch many a lonely night, which is, basically, every night.  I can tell   
   now, that this is something she's wanted for a long time.  Either that, or   
   she just hasn't got laid in a long time, which I suspect, like me, she   
   hasn't.  Unless you count that Jerse dick-wad, which I don't, because I'm   
   an expert in denial when occasion calls for it.  Anyway, as I was saying,   
   I break our kiss, which takes balls of steel, on my behalf, but I'm sure if   
   we continue, I'll devour her whole.   
   Her heavy lidded eyes look surprised at our sudden parting, and slightly   
   worried.  I reassure her with a smile.  I take her hand in mine, and kiss   
      
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