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Title: And She Kissed Him
Author: Kelida Flynn
Archival: Anywhere, sure. I'd like to know, though.
Email: Kelida_Flynn@hotmail.com
Rating: PG
Category: S, R, H? / MSR kinda sorta, maybe ;-)
Summary: Scully a Peeping Tom? Glow-in-the-dark aliens? And a
Partridge?
Warning: This story contains no nutritional value.
Disclaimer: These characters (for the most part) belong to FOX and the
honchos who produce this wonderful show, but David Cassidy belongs to me
because "he's so dreamy." Just kidding. Seriously.
Feedback is demanded by one personality and begged by the other. Take
your pick--they've had their shots. Oh, they have to share an email
address, so just send it along to kelida_flynn@hotmail.com or just hit
that nifty "reply" button. Wow, what will they think of next?
Author's Note at the End...get on with it, already!
Dedicated To: Miki, Carrie, Kate, Emily, Amy, Christina, and all you
other buggers I know I'm forgetting.
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"And She Kissed Him"
by Kelida Flynn (kelida_flynn@hotmail.com)
Perhaps she was just tired and needed this deserved break. Maybe for
once she wanted to act on an impulse and just enjoy herself. Then
again, it could've been the black t-shirt and jeans he had been wearing
when he had asked her, armed and dangerous with pleading, puppy-dog
eyes.
The reason didn't seem to matter much anymore. Scully was in Las Vegas
now, with Mulder in an adjoining room at the Rio Suites Hotel just off
the Strip. Admittedly, this seemed really uncharacteristic of her, and
a little insane, to be honest, but she was already feeling good. A
little madness would probably prove therapeutic.
They had just gotten off a case the day before, which turned out to be a
very well orchestrated hoax. Angry to have wasted so much time on a
prank; hot, bothered, and extremely irritated, they had been heading
toward McCarren Airport when Mulder had suddenly pulled out of his angry
funk and directed the car back to the heart of Sin City.
The wheels of the rental car squealed while Scully grabbed on to the
dashboard. "What do you think you're doing?" she shouted over the
noise.
"Let's go on vacation, Scully," he declared happily.
Naturally she had disagreed--even argued to a point that she could
almost call strong. When logic and reasoning didn't work on him, she
gave in. "To hell with it all," she thought pleasantly. Afterall, it
wasn't such a bad thing for her to let him win. At least this one time.
Vegas was clear and sunny, a balmy 106 degrees Fahrenheit, and Dana
Scully was in a town know for its vices. It was about time for her to
learn how to relax, even if it was pretty certain Mulder would be
hanging around her for the entire time. Then again, that wasn't
necessarily a bad thing.
Mulder was showering in his room while she explored the expanse of her
room. She leaned against the floor to ceiling windows and sighed
happily as she watched the hotel guests swimming in the pool below and
sunning themselves with two-ton margaritas in hand.
They were only going to stay one day. It was probably best for Scully,
though. She could only bear to see people walking around wearing
sequined jumpsuits (and it wasn't Elvis or Liberace she was thinking
about here), leather dresses, and glorified leotards for so long. Also,
one day wouldn't get them in *that* big of trouble with Skinner. Even
though they hadn't taken vacation time in ages, she found it hard to
push aside that nagging little voice in her head that kept roaring
paranoidly.
She walked into Mulder's room and tried to ignore herself. His suitcase
was on one of the beds, empty save a few garments that hadn't been
strewn on the floor. She puttered around his room a bit more and came
to find herself by one of the full sized beds, staring blankly at the
wall. But this wasn't just any a-typical wall. There was a mirror on
it, decorated with frosted, white etchings, but that wasn't the
intriguing part. Her eyes wandered farther up and fell upon it. It was
a window, not revealing Las Vegas scenery, though. Instead, it went
straight into the shower. Mulder's shower.
Dana Scully now decided that she was feeling a little mischievous, so
she removed her shoes and climbed onto the bed. She could still hear
the water running inside, so carefully she began to inch herself up the
wall for a better view. Undeniably she was feeling a little guilty,
nervous, even embarrassed, but she also felt strangely exhilarated.
Closing her eyes for a moment to pray--that he would've stepped out
already, or that he wouldn't notice her, but partially praying that he'd
catch her in the act--Scully finally regained the courage to pop her
head up and look through the window.
Mulder was standing in a stream of hot water, eyes pressed closed.
Peering downward she saw that he clutched a small bar of soap in one
hand and one of those girly, shower puffs that she owned at least one of
herself, in the other. She raised her eyebrow slightly at that
revelation. Of course, that wasn't to be the only thing she would
notice.
Distracted, she lost her footing and slipped off the bed, hitting the
wall with a hard, pronounced bang. Aware that he probably heard her,
she ignored the pain momentarily and broke into a limping run back to
her room as she heard Mulder turn off the water.
Locking the door on her side of the connecting rooms, Scully tried to
busy herself with something in order to look less . . . guilty. She
forgot to remember that they had exchanged extra keys with each other
earlier. Mulder walked in a few minutes afterward in a white,
terrycloth bathrobe and black flip-flops, a room key in one hand and her
shoes in the other.
"You forgot these," he said, handing her the black shoes.
"Thanks," she mumbled through the angry blush on her cheeks.
"Can you get ready while I dress?" he asked, unlocking the door and
stepping back into his room. "I'm taking you out on the town tonight,
Agent Scully."
"Are you?" she asked, a little more composed.
"Just get ready."
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Dressed casually in a white blouse and black skirt, Scully hooked arms
with a handsome Mulder in gray as the walked through the lobby of the
hotel.
When they had checked in, Scully hadn't really taken notice, but now it
was more apparent.
"I don't think I've ever seen so much cleavage packed into such a small
radius," she commented to Mulder. "Anything interest you?"
she said slyly.
"Hmm," he mused. "Nah. Why tall, leggy women spilling out at you when
I got a real woman at my side?"
"I'd like to see this woman."
"Scully . . ." he began, but stopped when rewarded with a smile.
They got into the rental car and headed down to Las Vegas Boulevard. It
was just getting dark and the neon was beginning to glow. They parked in
an hourly lot and made their first stop at the Excalibur Hotel.
"Gaudy, isn't it, Scully?" Mulder said. "Don't you just love Vegas?"
"I'll give you my opinion when I see my first Elvis impersonator. Until
then, no comment."
They hit a few slots, but gave up after losing ten dollars in two
minutes. Instead, they found a more productive way to lose cash--the
arcade and midway on the lower level. Now Mulder was only losing ten
dollars every seven minutes trying to win a stuffed prize.
"Win a prize for your fair maiden, sir?" one of the gamesmen asked.
"Be right back," Scully later told Mulder, who nodded in acknowledgement
as he poised himself to begin the ring toss.
Scully had spotted in the distance a booth that she just could not
resist. Swathed in black light was a tic-tac-toe game where the only
prize turned out to be stuffed aliens. She decided that she was going
to win one of them for Mulder. Happily, she won on her first try, but
it turned out that she needed to play a couple of more times if she
wanted to get the *good* prize. Ten minutes and fifteen dollars later
she came away with a green alien dressed in a black robe.
ET-Wan-Kenobi, she thought wryly.
She hid the creature behind her when she saw him approaching, a
ridiculous looking helmet on his head and a plastic sword at his side.
"Don't you look dashing, Mulder."
"Don't I always?"
"I almost slayed a dragon for you," she said to him in a flat voice,
"and he gave me this so that I would spare his life." She handed him
the grotesquely green alien. "I'd like you to have it, being my squire
and all."
"You're squire?"
"Would you rather be the fair maiden?"
"Only if you'll be my knight."
"Is that a proposition, Mulder?"
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It was past 10PM when they left the Excalibur.
"Oh, I forgot to tell you, Scully, we're going to see a show."
"A show? As in 'Live Dancing Girls'?"
"They don't perform on Mondays. Another show. Maybe not as good, but
I've heard some good reviews for it."
"Sigfried and Roy, then?"
"Nope, sorry. And I'm not going to tell you. You'll just have to wait
to be surprised."
Sighing, she let Mulder lead her through the massive swarms of tourist
that were also out that night. It was a short walk when they came upon
the MGM Grand hotel. He dragged her through massive hotel room, the
sounds of money pouring out of slots--and out of pockets--echoing in her
ears. They finally came upon the theater and Mulder pulled out two
tickets.
The theater glowed in black light and misted in fake fog. A waitress
finally seated Mulder and Scully at a table, along with their new,
stuffed alien companion. Mulder shoved him under the table. "Too young
for this kind of stuff," he commented.
"What show is this, Mulder?" she asked.
"It's called the EFX show--lots of explosions and special effects. I
hear it's good."
"And the dancing girls?"
"Nah. The girls in the audience are much better than the ones in the
show." The lights began to dim. "It's going to start."
Scully nodded to Mulder, and finally looked down to notice the program
that was sitting on the table.
"David Cassidy's in this?" she whispered loudly, leaning towards his
ear.
"Yeah. 'I think I love you.'"
Adjusted in a comfortable position Scully suddenly jerked her head back
to look at Mulder. No, she thought, I'm just being crazy. Must be the
heat. But then she noticed that he had turned to look at her, panic
apparent in his eyes.
'But what am I so afraid of?' she thought.
"David Cassidy, huh?" she said again, leaning back towards him.
"Uh huh," he acknowledged nervously, looking her straight in the eye.
Scully faintly noticed that the show was on the verge of starting. The
music swelled, the lights began to fall . . . and she kissed him.
THE END
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Author's Notes: Right now I don't need depth, meaning, or even angst
(god forbid!) Must be heat stroke talking. This is just fluffy fun,
though. Be it cheesy, clich�, or lacking in quality, I found it
therapeutic to write. Hopefully you enjoyed it somewhat. I'd love to
hear from you if you did.
Again, all feedback to kelida_flynn@hotmail.com, if you please.
Please don't mind the bad editing--I just didn't feel like going over it
a billion times today ;-)
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