TITLE: Chicken Souls for the Soup
AUTHOR: Geisha Scott
E-MAIL ADDRESS: geishascott@hotmail.com
DISTRIBUTION: Sure
SPOILERS: Minor ones for Chinga and Triangle
RATING: PG-13
CLASSIFICATION: MSR/H/V
DISCLAIMER: Double-dog dare ya CC!
Seriously, not mine.
Apologies to RAH-please don't hurt me Virginia!
SUMMARY: Better to copulate than never...

Her chin quivered dangerously.
"Mulder, you said me you loved me once. How bad a thing would it
be if I loved you a little too?"
"The worst thing, Scully...the self destruct button."
"Then I'm sorry I have destroyed us."
He pulled her to him quickly and buried his face in her hair.
"I'm not."

<Later>

Scully looked truly angelic curled under his blankets, smiling
in her sleep. Mulder decided he wanted to live. He slipped on
his boxers and padded into the kitchen.
The coffee smell must have woken her.

"Good morning Beautiful. Breakfast is ready."

"Come back to bed," she growled.

"Nympho. Orange juice or coffee?"

"Uhm...both. Don't change the subject. Come here and meet your
fate like a man."

He considered pinching himself-no on second thought this
particular hallucination was just too wonderful. "Eat first,
Scully."

"Coward!"

"Yeah. How many Eggos do you want?"

"Uh...decisions... can't you put them in the toaster one at a time?"
"Bite your talented tongue! They aren't frozen. Had to slaughter
and skin them myself. Speak up or I'll eat all of them."

Scully shook her head. "Oh the shame and humiliation of it all-
turned down for waffles! Nothing left to do but enter a
monastery. Two please."

"Have three, keep up your strength. You mean a nunnery."

"I know what I mean".

"You Catholic girls...incorrigible!"
She grinned wickedly.

She was wearing his dress shirt from the previous night.
Pleasant bits of Scully stuck out here and there. He handed her
a cup of coffee; she paused to gulp twice before she spoke.

"Oh yeah, that's good. Mulder, when we're married, are you going
to fix breakfast for me every morning?"

He stopped. She was kidding of course. He realized he wished she
wasn't.

"That inquiry contains implied assumptions I am not willing to
stipulate-"

Blue-eyed mock horror: "After I TRUSTED you and gave all!"

"-But without stipulation," he ignored her interruption,
"I will concede that I would just as soon nuke breakfast for two
as for one. Why do you assume that I am going to marry you? What
inducements do you offer? Are you ready for a waffle?"

"See here G-man, I've had other offers."

"Damn that Melvin!"

"Besides," she cooed sweetly, "I am merely agreeing to your
earlier proposal, and yes, I'm ready for a waffle."

Wait a minute, he didn't recall...oh...that. She remembered that. He
choked slightly; suddenly feeling overwhelmed with
sentimentality of the sloppiest kind. Time to recover a shred of
dignity.
"Not fair! That was ages ago, I was innocent to your perversi-
HEY that tickles! And isn't there some kind of statute of
limitations...? Behave and pass your plate. You never cease to
amaze me Agent Scully."

"And you! You're a walking X-file! You've got me stretched out
of shape and of no use to a normal man. And now you won't marry
me. Let's go back to bed."

"Um...let's finish breakfast and let it settle first-have you no
mercy? I didn't say I wouldn't marry you...and I did NOT stretch
you."

"Oh denial ain't just a river in Egypt either! Will you pass the
butter please? Mulder, if I had seen it first, I never would
have risked it!"

"But you have seen it! And you're a doctor, you know better.
More coffee?"

"Ha! I could collect heavily in certain office pools you know.
Yes. Coffee, please. And you DID stretch me. I've never been
this sore! That thing's gotta be ten inches at least, and that's
my professional opinion."

Was he blushing?
"Finish your waffle. Do you still want to take me back to bed?
Or do you just wanna go back to the old tit for tat routine?"

"Why can't I do both? Yes, a little more bacon, thanks."

"Another waffle, Scully?"

"Quit trying to bribe me. Uh, half maybe. Split it?"

"No, a whole one for each of us."

"Holy Mary! You're the bad example I've always needed. Once
we're married I'm going to get fat."

"Well good, I had hesitated to mention it, but those sharp
corners of yours cause bruises!" He rubbed his ribs, pouting.
"Some padding would help."

Her retort was both colorfully vulgar and highly improbable.

"Be nice. I admire you for your intellectual curiosity, your
loyal spirit, and your saintly soul. Let's not get physical..."

This time his right nipple bore the force of her opinion.
"Alright, alright," he agreed laughing, "If that's what you
want, get back into bed and start thinking physical thoughts.
I'll just unplug the toaster..."

<Later>

"So, Scully, do you want a church wedding?"

END