Like A Red, Red Rose III - Newly Sprung; Sweetly Play'd by Audrey Cooper xf_writer@geocities.com March, 1997 Summary: Scully contemplates Mulder and his Valentine's Day gift to her. Spoilers: Nope. Classification/Rating: V. MSR -- Major UST! Strong R. Disclaimer: Blah, blah...oh, you're actually reading it. Ok, guys and gals, you know the drill... Mulder and Scully don't belong to me. Neither do any of the other characters mentioned in this story. They are the creations and property of Chris Carter, Fox, and 1013 Productions, and have been used without permission. This is a companion to Like The Melodie, which is a sequel to Like A Red, Red Rose. This *can* stand alone, but it would probably make more sense if you read that first. Author's Notes follow the story. I would appreciate feedback in any shape or form. ********************************************************************** Like A Red, Red Rose III - Newly Sprung; Sweetly Play'd by Audrey Cooper xf_writer@geocities.com Scully couldn't stop thinking about it. Mulder had given her a thong. A *thong*! She was wearing it now. It rubbed against her with every minute change of position in a most pleasantly irritating way. She swallowed, hard. God. She hadn't been able to resist teasing him with it, not after he had invoked the very clear image of him tying her up. "They're very...comfortable." His eyes had blazed at her for long seconds before he dropped them back down to the report he had been studying, strangely silent. She had been shocked breathless. She hadn't wanted to believe Mulder had given her the gift. She had asked anyone and everyone who was even remotely possible before asking him. Pendrell, The Lone Gunmen. She had even gone way out on a limb and asked Skinner. Because if *Mulder* had given it to her... She had a definite problem. She never would have figured it. Not the thong itself. It was only a small step outside the range of his repertoire of sexual innuendo and double entendre. That was easy enough to swallow. This was Mulder she was dealing with, after all. His predilection for silk boxers for himself lead to the realization that buying silk thong underwear for her wouldn't faze him in the slightest. He was rawly sexual, in the way she found most appealing. The cut of his suits, the way his jeans hugged his ass and cradled him in front... She found his naughty schoolboy preference for X rated movies, magazines and his own hand rather endearing. It was smart. He had some need for release. He was a healthy male in his prime. Admit it. *All right*. Just thinking about him touching himself made her hot. No, it wasn't the thong. It was the haiku that had come with it. It was unbearably romantic. Sweet. Tender. Coupled with the thong, it revealed far more of Mulder than he probably knew. She touched the creamy parchment again, then snatched her hand back, as if the card itself might burst into flame. She stilled suddenly, feeling the whisper and slide of silk and lace between her legs. It was almost like having him touching her. Touching her *there*. With his fingers. His mouth. His... God. Mulder shifted in his chair incessantly, driving her crazy with the sound of wool gabardine. She looked up, almost catching him staring at her. Did he think she didn't know? That she couldn't tell? She watched him openly, knowing that he wouldn't look up again so soon after the last time. She could almost see the wheels turning in his mind, revving up to peel-out speed. He looked flushed and more than a little dangerous, his eyes glinting with something she had caught flashes of, but had never had turned on her full-force. Arousal. Desire. For her. He had no idea what that did to her. God help her if he actually *did* turn it on her full-force. The bare glimpse she had just received was nearly enough to give her heart failure. He suddenly grabbed for a pen and started writing. She bent over her paperwork, letting the fall of her hair conceal the flush in her own cheeks. She heard him moving around and looked up as he approached her. The heat of his hand on her shoulder burned right through her jacket and blouse. He was standing so close. If she leaned forward, she could have him in her mouth... Stop that! Her lips twitched, and she smiled up at him. She couldn't risk it, she wouldn't. It took all of her not inconsiderable willpower to keep her eyes on his and to answer him neutrally. She breathed out a huge sigh after he left and raised her trembling hands to the keyboard, knocking a slip of paper to the ground. She looked at the door again before bending down to pick it up and unfold it. She read the haiku and its brief coda twice before closing her eyes and slipping it into her jacket pocket beside the first. It was blatantly erotic. Sexy to the extreme. Oh, really, Fox Mulder? We'll have to see about this. _____ End Author's Notes: Thanks, as always, to Deb for her wicked sense of humor and for beta reading. Special thanks to Bob, for his support and inspiration. For those of you who are interested, the story titles in this series, which should be available at any of the wonderful Gossamer archives, (if you can't find them, mail me and I'll send them to you) are: Like A Red, Red Rose Like A Red, Red Rose II - Like The Melodie Like A Red, Red Rose III - Newly Sprung; Sweetly Play'd Like A Red, Red Rose IV - My Luve Is *NC-17* Like A Red, Red Rose V - Rosebud *NC-17* Like A Red, Red Rose VI - Blushing Rose *NC-17* So, please, let me know what you think... Audrey Cooper xf_writer@geocities.com S: "Now we all have a natural instinct to propagate." M: "Do we?" 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