Date: Wed, 04 MAR 1998 10:05:49 -0800 
From: Dawson E. Rambo 
Subject: NEW "The Bet" MSR Microvingette 

The Bet
By Dawson E. Rambo 
 
Disclaimer: Fox Mulder, Dana Scully, Walter Skinner and 
any other tangentially mentioned characters created by 
Chris Carter remain his copyrighted property, as well as 
the copyrighted property of 1013 productions and Fox 
Television, a unit of 20th Century Fox. No 
infringement is intended. 
 
Posting Date    : March 4, 1998 
Archive Entry	: "The Bet" 
Classification	: MSR, RV (Microvingette) 
Story Rating	: PG-13 
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X-Files Office
J. Edgar Hoover Building
Washington, DC

	Mulder walked into the office with a song in his 
heart and a skip in his step. He had been wondering how 
to do what had to be done, and last night, while surfing 
the net at home, the idea had finally presented itself.
	"Scully," he said, standing in front of her desk, 
"do you consider yourself a pragmatic, logical person?"
	Looking up from her computer, Scully arched an 
eyebrow and nodded. "I think that's a rather stupid 
question, Mulder, considering how well you know me."
	"What do you think your response would be to a 
challenge that you knew you could win, even if I insisted 
on the opposite?"
	"You mean...like a bet?"
	"Yes," Mulder said, smiling. "Exactly. A bet."
	"What's the bet?"
	"I bet you a dollar I can kiss you without touching 
your lips."
	Scully looked up, sure that it was a joke, or a 
trick, or something. "Mulder," she finally said, "that's 
impossible."
	"So you're convinced you can win this bet," Mulder 
said.
	"Of course."
	"Care to put your money where your...well, you 
know?"
	Scully thought about it. 
	"Sure," she finally said. "I want to see how you 
can kiss me...wait a minute. All you have to do his kiss 
my forehead, or my ear, or something. No bet, Mulder." 
She shook her finget at him. "Almost got me."
	"I bet you a dollar I can kiss you on the lips 
without touching your lips."
	Scully thought about it again. It was absurd. There 
was no way he could...
	"Fine," she said, standing. Walking over to the 
coatrack, she rummaged around inside her trench coat and 
found a pair of loose bills. She peeled a George 
Washington off and snapped it in front of Mulder's face. 
"It's a bet."
	He leaned towards her and she held up a hand. 
"Whoa. Where's your buck?"
	"Oh, right," Mulder said, reaching into his own 
pocket. He found a dollar and placed it on his desk. 
Scully's dollar joined his. 
	"Ok," she said. "Let's see this magic trick."
	Mulder leaned in and kissed her squarely on the 
lips. Scully was smiling as she realized that she'd won 
the bet...
	And then she forgot the bet.
	She had expected a quick peck, and after twenty 
seconds of Mulder's mouth moving softly, gently against 
hers, that expection went out the window.
	The kiss deepened, grew heat, that heat spreading 
up and down Scully's arms and legs. She stepped closer to 
him, threading her arms around his neck and really 
leaning  the kiss.
	Five minutes (an hour?) later, they broke apart.
	Scully ran a hand through her hair. "You touched my 
lips," she said softly, her voice sounding husky.
	Mulder shrugged, reaching down to his desk and 
grabbing the two dollars. Handing them to Scully, he 
said, "So...I lost the bet."

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THE END

Inspired by a joke I got on one of my humor mailing lists.
Yes, I know it's hokey.
Yes, I know it's not up to my usual standards.
But, God, I'd pay the $2 to see that scene air. :)

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