From: banlutoo@yahoo.com   
      
   Soft (1/1) PG by banlu   
      
   Title:  Soft   
   Author:  banlu   
   Date written:  November 5, 2005   
      
   Rating:  PG   
      
   Category:  Romance   
      
   Keywords:  MSR   
      
   Summary:  Glimpses of Mulder.   
      
   Archive:  *NO ARCHIVE* to Ephemeral, Gossamer;   
             Already there. Anyone else, please ask.   
             I like to know it's gone to a nice home.   
      
      
   Comments: Written for mimic117's and bellefleur's combo   
             birthday challenge.  Requirements as follows:   
      
             Deadline: November 7 (that's our birthday!   
             Coincidentally, we're both turning 30 this year!)   
      
             The Challenge: Mulder, Scully or both undercover   
             in a situation where you'd never expect to find   
             them. (See "Failure to Die" by Kel or "Thank You,   
             Drive Around" by nevdull for examples)   
      
             The Elements:   
      
             1. Short and sweet, just like us   
                (word limit, 1000 or less)   
             2. The story must incorporate the line, "I   
                realize the importance of this assignment, but   
                I refuse to wear THAT." It can either be used   
                as a line of dialog spoken to someone else or   
                internal exposition. If you wish to use a   
                different POV, adjust pronouns accordingly. We   
                aren't going to be *that* picky.   
             3. Smut is optional but appreciated if   
                appropriate.   
      
   Disclaimer:  No matter how hard I wish, they aren't mine.   
      
   Thanks:  To aka Jake for the beta, since I couldn't let my   
            wonderful beta mims see this before her birthday!   
      
   Dedication:  To mims and belle on their *cough, cough* 30th   
                birthdays.   
      
   Author's notes:  So I missed by 40 words. - You decide   
                    which ones I should have left out.   ; )   
      
   Feedback:  banlutoo@yahoo.com   
      
      
      
      
   Soft   
   by banlu   
      
      
   Mulder's soft lips closed around the fork, pressing against   
   the tines as the utensil slipped from his mouth, leaving a   
   piece of wedding cake behind.  They parted slightly as he   
   chewed, then were licked clean by his wet tongue sliding   
   along first the upper, then the lower.  Scully sat and   
   watched, fascinated by the way they pursed as they touched   
   the rim of the glass for a quick sip of champagne.  Another   
   lick, then they turned towards her and stretched into a   
   smile before beginning to move.   
      
   She realized they were forming words.   
      
   "Scully?  Are you all right?" she heard them murmur.   
      
   It seemed to take forever for her gaze to follow his long   
   nose up to his eyes.  They were smiling at her too,   
   crinkling around the edges and twinkling in the ballroom   
   lights.  When they looked down at the table in front of   
   her, she tilted her head, the black and white blur of   
   Mulder's tuxedo rushing by dizzyingly until she was able to   
   focus on the clump of champagne flutes before her.   
      
   She was drunk, she realized.   
      
   Mulder's gentle hand took her arm and she turned to see   
   those soft lips just inches from her face, whispering,   
   "Let's get you home."   
      
   She kissed them.   
      
   And they kissed her back as softly as they looked, tasting   
   of champagne and icing, with a warm wetness that seemed to   
   liquefy her whole body.  When they pulled away with a quiet   
   smack, she opened her eyes.  When had she closed them?  It   
   didn't matter.  His lips were smiling again.   
      
   "We really need to get you home," they said as his hand   
   helped her to her feet.   
      
   "But Mulder, what about the case?" she protested as his arm   
   slipped hers through it.   
      
   "It's over, remember?  They caught the stalker at the   
   church while the pictures were being taken."  His chest   
   rumbled against her ear. She hadn't noticed she was leaning   
   against him, but now that she thought about it, his waist   
   felt good under her arm.   
      
   His hand on her shoulder gently pushed her upright and   
   steadied her.  His arm held hers tightly as they took the   
   long walk out the door.   
      
   "I gotta pee."  She giggled.  Then she giggled again   
   because she found it funny that she had giggled.   
      
   "Not surprising," rumbled Mulder's chest.  But Scully was   
   surprised to find she was leaning against him again.   
      
   "Okay, here we go," his chest said as they stopped.   
      
   Scully looked up and saw those soft lips ask, "Think you   
   can do this by yourself?"   
      
   "Of course!" she said as she squared her shoulders.  She   
   pushed through the restroom door and blinked at the bright   
   lights of the sitting area.  A flash of fuchsia caught her   
   eye.  She turned and saw a poofy-shouldered, crinoline-   
   skirted monstrosity of a dress, with ribbons and beads and   
   a big ol' flower at the waist.  She giggled.   
      
   And then she realized she was looking in a mirror.   
      
   The case came tumbling back to her.  The senator's daughter   
   being stalked.  Her being chosen to go undercover as one of   
   the dozen bridesmaids.  Mulder going as an usher.  Her   
   incredulity at there even being a dozen bridesmaids.   
      
   And what she said to Skinner when she saw the dress.   
      
   "Sir, I realize the importance of this assignment, but I   
   refuse to wear THAT."   
      
   Scully didn't know she had yelled for Mulder until he   
   appeared beside her in the mirror, all long and lean   
   elegance next to her short 'n poofy fuchsia-ness,   
   his brow creased with worry.   
      
   "Get me out of this dress," she commanded as she fumbled   
   for the zipper.   
      
   "Not here,"  His warm hands covered hers.   
      
   She tugged down, he tugged back up.   
      
   "I need to get out of this dress," she cried, tugging   
   again.   
      
   Mulder leaned over her from behind, his lips brushing her   
   ear as he whispered, "Let's wait until we get you home."   
      
   She shivered as images of Mulder's bare skin filled her   
   head.  She spun in his arms and puckered her lips, grabbing   
   his lapels and standing on tiptoe as she tried to reach his   
   lips for another kiss.  When she did, they were as warm as   
   she remembered, but they broke it off in a second, his hand   
   firmly taking her arm and marching her toward the door.   
      
   "Let's get out of here."   
      
   Scully woke to a throbbing head and an icky mouth, and a   
   large fuchsia blob on the foot of her bed.  She stumbled to   
   the bathroom, not noticing she was still in her slip and   
   pantyhose until she had to struggle with the hose before   
   she could pee.  Coming out, she saw Mulder lying on her   
   couch, eyes gleaming in the dark.  She made it to the sofa   
   arm and sat down.   
      
   "Hi." he said.  "You all right?"   
      
   She nodded, then grabbed her head and groaned.  "Well, as   
   long as I stay still."   
      
   Mulder sat up, a warm smile on his face.  "Sounds like a   
   plan."   
      
   He stood and moved close to her.  "I better be going."   
      
   She rubbed his arm.  "Stay."   
      
   He looked into her eyes for a moment before shaking his   
   head.  "Not a good idea right now."   
      
   He took her elbow and escorted her to her bed.  He went   
   into the bathroom and came out with a glass of water.   
   "Drink this.  You know how dehydrating alcohol is."   
      
   He sat next to her as she drank half a glass, elbows   
   bumping. After she put the glass down, she turned and saw   
   him staring at her lips.   
      
   "I better go," he said.  Before he could leave, she leaned   
   over and kissed him, and he kissed her back, harder than   
   before. His lips slid across hers, fiery hot this time, his   
      
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