TITLE: Kahlua and Milk.

AUTHOR: Triton

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DATE: November 21st, 2000

CATEGORY: MSR

RATING: PG-13 (for language)

SUMMARY: Scully makes an error in judgement. It is the Kahlua’s fault.

SPOILERS: References to Closure, en ami, Brand X.

ARCHIVE: Ask first, but I doubt I’ll refuse.

DISCLAIMER: X-Files, Mulder, Scully and all related characters belong to that person called Chris Carter, Ten-Thirteen Productions and the Fox Network. I mean no infringement. I am just borrowing the characters briefly to have a play, to see what I can do with them while CC isn’t watching. He can have them back anytime he likes. Well, he can have Scully back at the moment, he isn’t using Mulder much.

NOTES and ACKNOWLEDGMENTS at end.

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"God, this is dull," Scully murmurs to herself as she stirs the cocktail umbrella through the dregs of her drink.

Assigned to an undercover job, she finds herself sitting at a semi-crowded hotel bar, a wiretap threaded into her bra. Her idea, of course. She knows the best spot to position one. She has the perfect bra for this exact situation. Mulder, Skinner and a variety of agents are hovering in an unmarked van outside the rural hotel building, listening for her signal. Sitting here for over an hour is making her lethargic and she is bored.

"Bored, bored, bored," she mutters as she turns and surveys the room yet again.

"How cliche!" she grumbles. "This whole stakeout is so cliche. We’ll never get away with it."

Sighing, she asks the bartender for another ‘Brown Cow’. She is so tired and bored with this mundane non- X-file case that she doesn’t care that she is on her second drink, nor that they are the most expensive item on the drinks menu. It is not just that this case is uninteresting, she feels her life has sunk into an ordinariness that depresses her.

Since Mulder has recently accepted the possibility of Samantha’s death and the finality of his mother’s, he has appeared to have lost his sense of adventure. He isn’t as eager to investigate the weirder things any more, he is pissed off big time with her recent escapade with their enemy, and now is just as happy to pick up boring, mundane undercover work.

Oh, didn’t she already say that? Hmmm.

Plus, Mulder is still recovering from that nasty bug he picked up recently while investigating killer tobacco beetles.

Scully chuckles at the unintended pun.

The bar is now crowded and she is still watching for the suspect. A young, rather drunk lad appears at her side and tries to pick her up. In his inebriated state he reaches for her, grabs at her blouse and breathes sweet beer-scented nothings into her ear. Smiling politely, she moves away but not before he stumbles, taking her with him. She pries herself away from the entanglement, brushes herself off and resettles herself on the bar stool, grunting at the mediocre ritual she has entered into.

She catches the eye of the bartender and indicates she’d like another cocktail. She points at the blackboard to suggest she’d like to try the special of the day, called ‘Hard On’, another Kahlua based drink. "Charge it to my room," she instructs, sighing again.

Picking up the damp coaster from underneath her empty glass, she begins shredding it as she continues to mutter to herself. "Damn this waste of my ..."

Suddenly Mulder appears beside her, resting his hand on her shoulder.

"Hey there, you! Hope you haven’t been waiting long, sorry I was delayed," he brays rather loudly. She winces.

"Well, I was getting bored. Nothing much happening here," she counters back.

Mulder moves up behind her, spooning himself across her back, wrapping his arms around her chest and nestling his chin into her shoulder. He drops a kiss onto her neck before whispering into her ear.

"Sorry about this, Scully, but your wiretap came loose and we have lost contact with you. Are you okay?" he whispers softly, his breath tickling her ear.

She stiffens at his touch, uncomfortable with the public show of intimacy, then sighs in frustration and leans back into his embrace. "Yes, just got hustled by a patron. And I am so bored."

"Well, as soon as we readjust the wire, I’ll get out of your way and let you finish the job. Shouldn’t be too long now. We are all getting antsy too, crowded in that van, listening to you sigh and moan."

Scully turns her face to look up at Mulder and sees the suspected criminal enter her line of vision. Standing quickly, she indicates to Mulder that she has sighted the target. Mulder pulls her around to face him, nodding in the opposite direction. They move to the dance floor where a few others are swaying in time to a rocking melody blaring from the hired band on the stage. Pulling her close, Mulder positions her in the right direction so she can still see the suspect, then rocks her slowly in time with the music. Raising her arms to clasp her fingers behind his neck, she rests her head against his chest as they slowly dance their way across the room until her back hits a wall. He runs his hands up and down her back, feeling for the microphone transmitter.

"The wire is in the front of my bra," she hisses as she cranes her head around his shoulder.

Bending his head, he drops a soft kiss on her neck. "Can you still see him?" he murmurs into her ear.

"Yes, he is at the bar. This is a perfect vantage point," she whispers back, moving her hands from around his neck into his hair.

"This is too," he chuckles as his left hand moves up from her waist to her chest. He dips his hand under the left lapel of her shirt and she shivers as the warm skin of his palm flutters across the flesh of her breast. A few idle strokes and she feels her nipple respond, jutting out to re-seek the tender brush of his fingers.

Struggling to regulate her breathing, she continues her surveillance on the human object under suspicion. Mulder’s hand continues to move around the tight confines of her bra and she feels the desire to push against him hard to ignore, especially when he starts to lick at her earlobe, then traps it within his wet mouth and begins to suck gently.

"Oh god, Mulder," she moans, "if you keep that up I’m going to explode. When I get you upstairs, I’m going to fling you to the floor, rip off your pants and suck you dry. Now hurry up and reattach that wire before I forget where I am!"

Mulder stills and moves away quickly, his mouth open in surprise.

Scully smiles up at him, staring at his moist inviting lips. "What? You never thought I’d speak dirty to you? It’s not like we haven’t fucked before."

Mulder grins delightedly as he leans in again and kisses her hard on the lips. "Um...I fixed the wire on the first attempt, Scully. I was just prolonging the contact to protect our disguise," he quips as he steps away, biting on his inner lips to hide the teasing grin.

Scully suddenly visualises Skinner sitting outside in the van with the rest of the surveillance group. She can even visualise his ‘no comment’ expression.

"Oh, shit!" she cries.

She had little hope that the incident would pass unnoticed; the best she could wish for was that the teasing would be gentle and would not continue until the dawn of the next millennium.

At least until the hotel bill arrived.

END.

AUTHOR’S NOTES:

Big thanks to Christina for the wonderful beta work, her imput is always appreciated.

This story was a response to a Scullyfic Birthday Challenge. The 5 elements were:

1) Mulder rubbing Scully's back
2) Slow-dancing
3) A cow
4) Spooning.

5) And the following paragraph at the end:

"She had little hope that the incident would pass unnoticed; the best
she could wish for was that the teasing would be gentle and would not
continue until the dawn of the next millennium.

At least until the hotel bill arrived."

Thanks for reading,

Triton.