Spooky
By: Wicked Shadows Cry


Thank God it wasn't a sleazy motel... We had been driving for hours... Ok, fine. Not *we*. Mulder. Mulder had been driving for hours, and I had been on my ass bored out of my mind for those hours I didnt want to sleep. Hell, I was afraid I'd say something in my sleep that I knew I shouldn't. Something like,, 'Oh God, Mulder. I love you. I love you. I love you Did you know you were hot? Really, *really* hot?... So damn hot that all I can think about all day is pouncing on you and' Ok... Maybe, I'm getting a little carried away. But he is hot. *Really* hot...

Anyways, we got to this little town in Bum-fuck, Tennessee and couldn't take the driving. It was really late and all I wanted to do was take a nice hot shower and pass out on my bed, after having a few vivid fantasies of that wickedly gorgeous six-foot hunk of man, also known as my partner. But first we needed to find a place to sleep... Who knew Bum-fuck, Tennessee was so popular? All the motels where booked. Lucky me, I get to stay at a hotel tonight, an Embassy Suites to be exact, and all at the expense of the FBI It's moments like these when I can honestly say 'I love my job.'

I'm getting us registered and sweet lovable Mulder disappeared into the gift-shop. I swear to you that man is a child... He's probably buying candy and, let's not forget, sunflower seeds. He may even buy himself a toy... Ah, boys will be boys...

I'm now waiting for Mulder... Room keys in my hand. I look down at my left wrist seeing the minutes I've been left alone. I sigh and then look up. Mulder is walking towards me, a fairly large bag in his hand, and a Chestier Cat like grin on his face.

"What's in the bag, Mulder?" I prod, giving him the classic eyebrow. It's so obvious that grin is a result from the contents of that bag.

"I bought something for you," he says. He is standing right in front of me, and no shit, he's looking down...

I am completely shocked. He bought me something? That was completely unexpected. What the hell does he want from me? No man ever gives you a gift without wanting something in return... Usually sex'... But no matter how bad I want that from him. I know sex is the last thing on his mind. He wants something from work... Ooh the sneak! He wants me to type our report!... Ok, Dana. Chill-out. Maybe that's not it. Let the man explain himself before you decide on bashing him over the head.

"What do you want from me?" I say, my eyes narrowing and my arms crossed to my chest. He chuckles and shakes his head. He then looks me in the eyes again. I can clearly see the amusement in his eyes. What the hell did he get me? If it's not to get something out of me, it's going to be some gag-gift, some cruel joke. My mind raced, thinking of all the things you can buy at a gift-shop. Was it toothpaste? Soap? Deodorant? Was he going to say I smell bad?... Oh my God! The son of a bitch! I know what it is now. The jerk got me condoms... He knows I haven't gotten laid in... Oh God, I don't even want to think about a number.

I didn't realize it, but I had been pointing an accusing finger at him. He grabbed it and gave it a gentle squeeze. "Why do you have to think bad of me, Scully? I swear it's a nice gift. At least I *think* you'll like it..."

I was rubbing my nose and sighed, "Ok, fine. What did you get me?" I looked up.

"Well," he actually sounded nervous, "as you know
I was in the gift-shop." I nodded and he continued, "I was looking at the Beanie Baby collection and I got you one..."

Oh dear God, the man has gone soft! He got me a
stuffed animal?! Now, I *know* he wants something. "No way, Mulder. You can't be serious..."

"I am and it's one of the medium sized ones, too."

"What do you want from me? The report? Is that it? You drag me to the Everglades to look for monsters and now you want me to do the report?"

"No. Damn it. Why can't I just do something nice...?"

"Because you're not."

"Ow, Scully. You wound me." He was not in the least bit upset and neither was I.

"Ok, fine. Can I see it?"

"Sure." He pulled out my gift and I had to laugh. This was so Mulder. He handed me a stuffed ghost. He was still smiling and now I know why he was so amused. "I know you don't believe in ghosts, Scully. That's why I bought him for you. It's proof. You now have your very own ghost... But that's not the best part."

I was looking at the little ghost. He was so soft and absolutely adorable, like the gift giver himself. I looked up at Mulder, my finger entwined in the orange ribbon around the ghost's neck. I knew my eyes were watery. This was a cute gesture even though the twisted Mulder humor was embedded in it. "What's the best part?" I asked.

"Look at his name."

I did and I had to laugh again, this time Mulder laughed with me. "Spooky," I said. The ghost's name was 'Spooky.' And for those of you that don't know that's what people at the bureau call Mulder. Why would he give me this, other than the fact I don't believe in ghosts? I lookup at him and he has obviously reading my mind.

He bends down to whisper his response in my ear, "This way you can always sleep with 'Spooky'."

Whoa! Freeze, where the hell did that come from? He was hitting on me. We never do that; at least not *this* seriously. Sure we flirt, but this is severe. Ok, well I'll just give him his own dose.

"I actually have to sleep with both tonight."

Mulder coughs and I grin, he so didn't expect that. "Excuse me?"

"Well, unless you want to drive two more hours to the nearest town. We're screwed... No pun intended. There is only one room left and it has one bed."

"I guess we can share a bed... I really don't want to drive..."

We picked up our over night bags and my new fuzzy friend and headed for the elevators. Once inside, I pressed the 3rd floor button, and turned to face Mulder. "Mind you, there are rules."

"Geez, you have rules to everything, don't you?"

"Yep. You're sleeping on the feet, and you must stay on your side of the bed..."

"That shows a lot of trust on your part..." he said sarcastically. We stepped off on our floor and maneuvered ourselves to the door. He paused for a moment, placing my hand on the door before I could slide the keycard in. I looked up at him. "Scully? This is an Embassy Suites, they have a couch."

"Oh, come on, Mulder. I'm not making you sleep on the couch. Besides, like I said before... I trust you..." Little did he know, it was *me* I didn't trust...

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I can't believe it... I'm lying in bed, staring at the little ghost I gave Scully. He was really cute. I was just amazed that she accepted it and likes it and she even flirted back. Hell, I get to sleep with Scully tonight. True I have to sleep on the feet and I quote, 'must remain' on my side. But I don't care. I know she'll be in bed with me, and we can talk all night. She's really gorgeous. I am absolutely in love with her, but there is not one damn thing I can do. She won't go for it, and I know she has feelings for me, too. And no, I'm not being presumptuous. She really does like me back. I say *like* because I'm not 100% sure, if she loves me. At least not the same way I do.

I take a deep breath and sigh as I clutch the little phantom to my bare chest. My thoughts are once again on Scully, who is at the very moment in the shower... naked and wet... oh and did I mention, *naked* and *wet*... Maybe I did... Whatever, the point is that is where she is.

I laugh remembering how she reacted when I came out of the shower only wearing my happy face boxers... God, I love Joe Boxer and the affect he has on women... She could barely breathe. She actually had dropped the clothes she had neatly folded in her hands. The clothes she planned to wear to bed, was on the floor. I couldn't help myself.

"You know, Scully, maybe that's a sign from God saying *not* to wear clothes to bed tonight."

"Shut up, Mulder," she said, her face blushing as she bent down to retrieve her pretty silk panties and pajama set. She then looked at me again, her eyes raking over my body before meeting my eyes. "You don't plan on wearing only *that* to bed, do you?" She asked sheepishly pointing to my underwear.

"Yeah, I do... I'm not wearing my suit to sleep. Besides, there's nothing you could let me borrow. Not like it's going to fit anyways."

She blushed again. Ha-ha, made you blush! "Stop making fun of my size," she said.

"Oh come on, it's not *you* directly... I have not met a woman yet, that I can fit into her clothes...Not that I've tried... It's not a matter of being short it's just that you are petite. Ok? I wasn't making fun. Now, please go take a shower."

And she did, and that's where she is; wet and naked and in the shower. When my mind focused on the bathroom, I realized that the water was off. Scully was ready to come out. I actually panicked. Thinking about Scully in the shower got me a little *happy* in certain places. I need to hide. I quickly dive under the covers and pretend to be asleep. I am on my side and at the feet, lying on my stomach, my arms squeezing the hell out off my pillow.

I feel Scully approach me and a thrill runs through me. I can't help it. She smells good. She stands in front of my head and I know that if I look up, I will be staring directly at her crotch. God, help me. She runs her fingers through my still damp hair, which maybe more damp now because I'm scared shitless and sweating bullets.

She giggles, "Mulder?"

"I'm sleeping," I say muffled by my pillow.

Again she giggles, "Liar. Why are you shaking like a leaf? Are you afraid of me?" she asked teasingly.

"A little," I say once again into the pillowcase.

Oh no! Don't do that! She is passing her hands up and down my arms. "Mulder?" She is speaking so softly to me and so soothingly, I may cry. She kneels on the floor and moves my chin so I can look at her face. I do. She smiles affectionately her eyes twinkling with humor. "You don't have to be afraid of me yet... You will need to fear me if you don't give me Spooky back in the next five seconds," she teases.

I didn't realize it, but I had her doll under my chin the entire time, clutching it for dear life. I guess I still had it in my hands when, I flipped out, thinking Scully would notice the happiness, thoughts of her cause, in my shorts. I released her teddy and placed it in her awaiting hands.

"Sorry," I said.

"S'ok." She kissed my forehead and stood. She ruffled my hair like someone would a child and walked away. She slipped into the bed and just before she turned off the lights, she said, "G'night, Mulder."

"G'night, Scully..."

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I couldn't help but titter. Did I really have such an affect on Mulder? It was dark because I had just shut off the lights. He was so nervous. I mean hell I was nervous, too. Yes, we have shared a bed together, but never have we teased about it. It was always, 'You're sick. You need rest. Lie you're ass down.' But there was no one sick in this bed. It was two very healthy adults, that no doubt about it were attracted to each other... Scary... I love Mulder. I trust him. I know that if I say something he'll do it. Look at that, we're not dating and he's already whipped. He's a puppy and I have his leash... The sad thing is... he has mine, too. I'm just as badly whipped for him as he is for me. Lord, save us...

"What are you laughing at, Scully?" he asked, apparently hearing my snickers.

"I'm not," I say innocently. His only response is a groan followed by a sigh. "I'm sorry, Mulder. It's just really cute that I can intimidate you..."

"You do not," he said offensively, but still never moving from the same position in which I left him.

"It's ok, Mulder. There's no use denying it..." Ironically enough that's what we do constantly... deny. I reached over and turned on the light. With both groaned a little and blinked until our eyes stopped burning as they readjusted to the light.

"Ok, so. Sometimes you scare me. But this scared is only because this is weird... We don't share beds... True you're my friend and I wouldn't try anything on you, but..."

"Maybe that's the problem," I say finishing his thoughts. I was sitting, my back flush against the headboard, my arms crossed to my chest, Spooky protectively between my breasts. I can see the back of Mulder's head as he nods at my last remark. "Don't worry about it, Mulder. Sleep will come. Sooner or later, but it will," I assure him. I saw his body go limp, he hadn't fallen asleep, but he did relax... Good, now to get him back on his toes... literally.

I couldn't help it; seeing his feet beside me, I had to tickle him. It was like an itch you finally had the opportunity to scratch. I tickled his toes and he bounced. When he landed back in the bed, he flipped over and sat, looking at me. His eyes were really wide.

"I thought we had an agreement to stay on our respective sides of the bed," he said.

"Nuh-uh, I said that *you* had to stay on *your* side of the bed... Not once did I mention *me*."

"That's it, Scully. You're going down." He grabbed my feet and pulled me hard so that I was now flat on my back. The turned into me and started to tickle my feet. I thrashed about and laughed. But suddenly I stopped and recoiled. I felt something I wasn't expecting...

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This is not happening. This is not happening. This is not happening. It took me awhile to realize that no matter how much I say this is not happening, it doesn't change that fact that it is. I can't believe it. I just fucking scared the crap out of Scully. We were playing and suddenly she flinched and pulled back. I know it. She felt me against her tummy, and it scared her. I did the only thing I could do. "Oh God, Scully. I am so sorry. I am so very so..." Let me just say, that before I could finish my apologies, I was screaming, "Scully, what the hell are you doing?!"

I sat up so quickly I got a major head rush. I was panting, and not because the lack of blood in my brain. No, I was panting because of what my partner, who I thought was the most innocent and demure person in the entire universe, just did. She grabbed me. She slipped her hand into the leg hole of my boxers and actually grabbed me.

Now, she was seated, too. Her hands were covering her face in embarrassment, and all I could think about was, how moments ago, those soft white tiny girlie well-manicured fingers were fondling me in my shorts... And the thought made me impossibly hard. I couldnt see straight, much less think, I had no fucking clue what she was saying to me... Although I'm positive it was an apology.

I didn't think and it was probably stupid as hell, but the only consistent thought I could form in my head was to put something, *anything*, inside Scully. I decided on my tongue in her mouth... I gently pried her hands away from her face, and without further notice, I kissed her. I mean, *really* kissed her. It was better than the kiss I gave my 1939-Scully version, which was pretty good, and a hell of a lot better than the one I stole from her on New Year's. We were making out this time. No resistance came. I kissed my way to her jaw and whispered breathlessly into her ear,

"This is bad, Scully. This is so very, very bad. Badbadbadbad..." I chanted and she nodded.

"I know, it's bad But I don't want to be good anymore... I like this bad."

"Baby, you're a baaaad girl..." We locked lips again and were falling down next to each other against the pillows. "I love you, Badgirl."

"I love you, too, Spooky..."

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The End