The Fox Mulder Show
msr | s6 | words: 730
He put his lips next to her ear and brushed against the edge of it lightly. Her hand moved to grasp his and held it tight. âScully, I want to tell you something.â
âHmm?â
âI picked our names for the undercover assignment already.â He directed his fingers to dance on her stomach, and she held them firmly in place. âItâs Rob and Laura Petrie.â
âMulder!â She turned in his embrace and swatted him in the chest. âYouâre not taking this assignment seriously. Those names will blow our cover.â
âThey wonât. Iâll bet you ten dollars for it. Itâs an old show, and no one would make the connection. And if they do, theyâll just be too polite to say anything about it.â
âYou just donât think this is an actual X-file.ââ
âNo, I donât. Scully, this isnât the first time Iâve gone undercover. And from my previous experiences, I donât trust this setup.â He stared into her eyes intensively. âI find it to be a little too convenient for them to have us play husband and wife. I mean, the Bureau has a policy on male and female agents consorting in the same motel room while on assignment. And now theyâre putting us, us, you and me, Mr. and Mrs. Spooky, in the same bedroom for an assignment?â
âMulder, youâre being...â She wanted to say paranoid, but a part of her agreed with him.
âWhy does Skinner want us to play newlyweds? He might as well set up a fire in the living room, drag a rag in front of it, and put some Barry White on the stereo.â
He took her hand and kissed her knuckles one at a time. âYou think Iâm paranoid, donât you? But Iâve heard stories. What if they bug this house in San Diego and catch us...napping on the job?â
Her finger glided over his lips as she considered his words. âBut they could bug your apartment or mine just the same.â
âYes, but it wouldnât be on the Bureauâs dime. What we do in our own time is our business. I just feel like this is a big joke somehow, a setup, not to get us, but ...maybe to finally close the betting pool?â
âSo...â She moved closer to him and puckered up her lips to kiss him squarely on the mouth. âShould we just play into it?â
âWhat do you mean, my lady?â He was always smitten after such a kiss from her.
âWeâll play. Weâll give them the typical married life, just to throw âem off. Weâll mess with them. Iâll be all off-limits and shy, you'll turn up your jokes. Youâll be a slob, and Iâll be a nag.â
âAw, Scully.â He frowned. âI wanted to play the doting idiot that comes home and humps like a bunny rabbit with his beautiful wife.â
âMulder, you are the doting idiot that comes home and... Youâve been that doting idiot for...months now.â
He pulled her into a tighter embrace. âDid you think weâd be celebrating your birthday in San Diego this year?â
She shook her head. âNo, and I donât want to.â
âIs Bill in town?â
âNope, I donât think so, but I can call Mom and find out.â
âWe can go see Tara and Matthew, and light a candle for Emily?â She nodded in his arms, and he kissed her cheek. âWeâll do the birthday thing when the case is over?â
âSounds good.â Her voice was light and content.
âHappy early 35, Scully.â She smiled with eyes closed, and he kept talking. âHereâs your present, an unlimited supply of doting idiots to last you for several lifetimes.â
She chuckled and was fast asleep; he closed his eyes, too. Breathing in the sweet scent of her hair, he sighed at his trepidation about being undercover as a Fox Mulder who wasnât in love with Dana Scully.















