TITLE:   WHIPPED
AUTHOR:  XPHILERNJ
E-MAIL:  xphilernj@aol.com
RATING:  R (for language)
CLASSIFICATION: V, H
DISCLAIMER:  Don't own them.
SUMMARY: "Whipped.  My man is whipped."

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The three gunmen continued tapping away at their computers 
while Mulder paced back and forth.  

"Damm it! Come on guys, you got anything yet?" his voice, 
impatient and demanding.

"Chill, Mulder. We're doing the best we can."  Langely's 
voice rang out.

"Yeah, yeah. I know," he says, with resignation.

It's been a long day. His nerves already on edge.  Scully 
in a bad mood.'Scully. Come to think of it. She is a little 
out of sorts today. Oh, shit.'

"Mulder," Scully whispered from the bathroom door.

"What's wrong Scully?  Are you alright?" concern and worry 
etched across his face.

"Well, yes and no.  I need you to go to the drugstore and 
pick me up a box of..." she whispers, a blush crossing her 
face.

"Umm. Scully if it's what I think your asking me....no..
nonono.....I am not going after a box of Tampax.  Why can't 
you go?" he whined.

"Come on, Mulder, please. You know I'll pay you back," she 
said seductively. 

Then grabbing his tie and pulling him down to her lips, she 
kissed him long and hard.  Of course, that was not the only 
thing that was hard by the time she let him go.

Dropping his head with a sigh, a blush across his face, he 
turned without another word and walked out the door.

Langly snickered, Byers blushed, and Frohike chuckled, 
"Whipped.  My man is whipped."

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Another little challenge I have slightly altered.  A little 
light-hearted mindless humor. Hope you like.

THE END.