Ducking the Issue
Date: May 14, 2000
From: CorrineLS@socal.rr.com
Author: Lakota
Title: Ducking the Issue
Categories: HR (Humor, MSR)
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: None
Archive: Spooky's yes; everyone else just email me the URL
and keep headers attached.
Summary: ...But Scully promised me a night of passion.
Disclaimer: Fox Mulder and Dana Scully from the X-Files are sole
property of chris Carter, Fox Broadcasting and 1013 Production. I
am just borrowing them for a bit.
Note: As in all fanfics, the note is usually typed in this
section, but so as not to give the story away, I decided to put it
at the very end.
Thanks: Thanks to my wonderful cyber friends. They continue to be
patient as always, willing to help me with my stories. I guess they
see something in me, what-I have no idea. Triton, as my mentor,
Hiding for being my fanfic partner as we do our 1-hour buddy-writing
marathons, Lisa for being my constant positive note and Susan for
putting up with me.
DUCKING THE ISSUE
Scully passed the mirror one last time, unbuttoning two more buttons
from her blouse and opening the lapel just a little further. She
laughed as she remembered the surprised expression on Mulder's face
when she gave him the proposition at work. She hurried to
the living room to open the front door.
"Mulder, what the hell?" she asked.
"Your request is my command. Scully, do you know how hard it was
for me to find this, in the middle of October? I would have had an
easier time finding one of these in the springtime." He responded.
"But I said...never mind." she replied, trying desperately not to
laugh at him. "What is that monstrosity?"
"Scully, you said and I quote, 'Tonight, Mulder, you, me and a
fluffy duck'. Scully, I don't think the three of us are going to
fit on your bed," he joked, standing in her hallway with a five foot
stuffed animal.
"Jesus, Mulder, get in here before my neighbors see you."
Mulder squeezed himself into the apartment, the five-foot fluffy
duck under his arms, against his chest, as they both barely fit
through the doorframe.
"Get in here," she directed, walking toward the kitchen.
Confused, he left the duck on the sofa; anxious to start the promise
she had made him. Seven years waiting for this night and he was
ready. He never knew she had a fetish with ducks.
She motioned for him to sit on the stool as she grabbed two
champagne saucers. "Hand me the shaker," she instructed. "A little
bit of Bacardi rum, some Advocaat-Mulder, hand me the Orange juice,"
she continued, pouring the ingredient into the shaker. "Cream, ice,
shake...good-now drink this," she told him, handing him the champagne
saucer. "This, Mulder, is a fluffy duck."
"This is a fluffy duck?" he asked, amused. He sipped the drink, his
face displaying his approval. "Delicious, Scully, can I have
another?" he said, drinking it in one swallow.
She poured another drink for him, giving him a devilish grin,
"Mulder, be careful, this drink will hit you like a ton of bricks."
"Nah, they can't be that strong," he smiled, sipping a second.
"Scully, are you serious, I mean about tonight, you...me...and."
He giggled.
"I keep my promises, Mulder," she teased, starting to unbutton yet
another button from her blouse. His eyes widened, "Can I...have...
another?"
"Be careful, Mulder." she ribbed, pouring him a third, then taking
his hand and pulling him to the bedroom. He stammered, laughing all
the way, watching her drop a piece of clothing along the way. He
quickly drank his 3rd drink, then took her glass in his hand.
His eyes glazed when he focused on her standing in front of him, a
picture of beauty, standing in merely her lacey bra and her thong
underwear. Nervously and very aroused, he quickly stripped down--
sipping his 4th drink. He stood up, completely naked, ready to
take Scully in his arms, knowing that in a short while they were
going to be in the midst of passion. Their first time, Scully and
him...and...and...the room started spinning, his face turned white and
he fell back on the bed, completely passed out.
"Damn it, Mulder," Scully said frustrated, picking up his legs and
swinging them onto the bed. She stomped to the living room,
collected the 5 foot stuffed animal and threw it on the bed next to
him.
"Enjoy the night with your fluffy duck!"
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Feedback please - but be kind because I'm a pisces - emotional...
CorrineLS@socal.rr.com
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Note: As in my last assignment, Chocolate Temptations - which
developed from a simple word - Eclair, I was given another
assignment. My good friend, beta reader/teacher and mentor, Triton,
gave me another challenge - fluffy duck. I was at a
loss, as I thought she meant a stuffed animal. Then she told me that
it was a drink common to her area, Australia. Hope you enjoyed the
story