The Pick Up Game
by Christina Shuy
cshuy@netcom.com
Rating: Um... NC-17, though it may not seem like it at first...

Disclaimer: Fox Mulder, Dana Scully, the X-Files, and associated
characters are property of David Duchovny, Gillian Anderson, Chris Carter,
Ten-Thirteen Productions and Fox Broadcasting Corporation. They are used
without permission and no copyright infringement is meant.

All of my fanfic can be found at
http://www.crosswinds.net/seattle/~trouble42/cshuy/
Thank you to Diana Alexander for the space and the set up.

Summary: Pick-Up games... and I'm not talking sports... not really
Spoilers: Uh.... none, really. Except maybe a few tiny ones.
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"Come here often?"

Head turned, blue-green met hazel. An eyebrow rose into hair. There
was just a hint of amusement.

"If that's supposed to be a pickup line, I hate to inform you of
this, but it isn't very original. And I don't think you're going to
succeed in picking me up. It'll be a cold day in hell before I'm that
desparate."

"What makes you think it's a pickup line?"

"You mean it isn't?"

A shrug. "Not really supposed to be a pickup line. Just a question,
really."

"Oh, really? Do you often approach people you don't know and ask
them if they go various places often? Or do I not want to know the answer
to that?"

"That's not my style."

"And your asking if I come here often is only a friendly inquiry?
Really?"

"Yeah, really. I've just never seen you around here before, but that
doesn't mean you don't come here often. I just may have missed seeing you
the last time you were here. And you looked a little lost besides."

A smile. "Well, I do come in here often, though usually not for
social visits."

"Too busy getting called to get someone else out of trouble then?"

"Something like that. I'm usually called here to get a friend out of
a hole. The person I'm usually called about is usually too drunk to go
home by driving, and occasionally doesn't have the money to take a cab
home. Most other times, said person is too busy drowning in alcohol and
mumbling, scaring the other paying customers."

The chuckle was infectious and turned into shared laughter.

"So, can I buy you something to drink?"

"That depends. Are you intending on getting plastered tonight?"

"Not really. Just planning on enjoying the company of a beautiful
woman."

That brought a stain to her cheeks. As well as a smile. One too
rarely seen.

"You need to smile more often."

"And how would you know I don't smile much?"

Another shrug. "I don't know. But you weren't exactly smiling when
I first saw you. You have a brilliant smile. You ought to use it more
often. It would probably get you a lot of results. Of any kind you want."

He was rewarded with another smile. As well as a laugh. He decided
to try another tack. Something that would make them much more comfortable
with one another.

"You know, maybe we should forget the drinks..."

"I'm not the type to go home with strange men I've just met."

Lady, you have no idea... was the only thought through his mind.
But instead of letting her in on his thoughts, he only smiled at her.

"I didn't mean it that way. Will you allow this strange man to buy
you dinner and maybe walk you home afterwards?"

She grinned. "Maybe. It depends on how well you behave."

"Then that's all I ask. Let me get us seated properly. And maybe we
can have a nice dinner."

He got a quiet, secluded booth for himself and his ladyfriend. Then,
it seemed like the whole world disappeared. At least for a time.

They spent the next few minutes looking into each other's eyes, not
saying much. Until, of course, they were interrupted.

"Can I get you folks anything?" It was the server come to take
orders.

He looked at her and she nodded.

"Iced tea for myself and the lady please. Can I get the lemon on the
side?"

"Certainly. Would you like anything else?" The server noted their
order on a pad.

"The appitizer platter, and the babyback ribs for two please." he
answered.

"Will that be all?"

"For now..."

The server left and the two resumed gazing at each other. Already it
was obvious that they were very comfortable together.

"That colour certainly suits you. Makes you look very elegant. Tres
chic, if I say so myself."

She was blushing again, as well as turning on that thousand watt
smile that was melting his heart, and causing another part of him to
harden.

"You keep this up, I'm going to be the colour of my dress soon."

"But I LIKE the colour of your dress."

"Flattery will get you nowhere other than this restaurant with me."
she answered.

"Even if it's the truth?"

"Even then."

The thought entered his mind then that he was lacking a certain piece
of information. One he would like to know if he was to know this woman
better.

"I realise we've already been talking for a while, but I didn't catch
your name..."

"Margaret. Margaret Anderson."

"Kyle Ford. It's very nice to meet you, Ms. Anderson."

"And you as well, Mr. Ford. But please, call me Meg."

"I'm Kyle, then, Meg."

There was a momentary pause and their eyes traded amusement at some
joke that seemingly was unsaid.


Dinner passed by in a heartbeat. The couple talked and got to know
one another far better than either had anticipated. Finally, it seemed
the evening was at an end.

"Meg, will you allow me to drive you home?" Kyle asked.

"Yes, of course. I would like that." Her smile was nearly the death
of him and, at the same time, he was delighted to see it.

The check was paid and they headed out the door. As any proper
gentleman should, he held out his arm and she took it as he led her to his
car.

Once there, he opened the door for her and made sure she was
comfortably in the passenger seat before closing the door and getting in
the other side.

In what felt like an instant, they were in front of her building.

"Thank you for a lovely evening, Margaret."

"The evening's not over yet, Kyle. Would you like to come in for a
while?"

His smile outshone the full moon.


Once they were inside her apartment, she shoved him against the door.
His only response was a raised eyebrow. An expression which looked all
too familiar to her. She smiled before she spoke again.

"Pardon me for being forward, but..."

She didn't finish what she was saying, instead pulling him quickly to
her. Her lips met his in an intense kiss, and he took his cue from her,
moving his hands to the back of her dress, feeling for a zipper at the
same time he was getting a good feel of the fabric and the body beneath
it.

As she brushed against him, she could feel exactly what his state of
mind was, as well as the state of his body. Quickly, she shoved his
jacket off his shoulders, and heard the muffled thump as it hit the floor
in a pile of fabric.

His tongue grazed her lips and she opened them to allow him to enter
her mouth and taste her deeply. Their breath mingled as they continued to
explore each other's mouths. In the mean time, their hands were not idle
either.

One of his hands found their way to her breast, still covered by the
clothing she wore, and pinched at the nipple, feeling it instantly harden
under his touch. While still massaging the one breast, his other hand
found her other breast and began giving it the same treatment. She
groaned as the feeling spread like wildfire through her body, and she
pressed herself against him, feeling his erection even through the layers
of clothing that were still on their bodies.

She all but ripped his shirt open, tossing his tie over one shoulder,
before pushing the fabric off of his shoulders. Then, her hands moved
lower to unfasten the belt before opening the fly on his pants and
allowing her hands to find their way to the silky smooth skin of his
erection. As she wrapped her hands firmly around him, he groaned, and the
sound sent spirals of heat right to her core, increasing the wetness that
was already there.

His fingers managed to find the fastenings on her dress and undid
them slowly, allowing his fingertips to graze over each exposed inch of
skin as he came upon it. She moaned softly and was surprised when he
pulled away.

"Bedroom?" His eyebrow quirked.

"Yes. Now..."

Sweeping her into his arms, he allowed her dress to slip away. Then,
after stepping carefully out of his pants and shoes, he moved them quickly
into her bedroom.

Once there, it was very nearly a race to see who could undress whom
the fastest. In the end, it didn't matter as they landed softly on her
bed, laughing, her atop him and astride him as well.

"I didn't know you took strange men to bed with you when you first
meet them..." he murmured.

"I'm making an exception for you. Then again, you're stranger than
most men I meet anyway..." she answered.

"What is that-Oh!" His inquiry was cut off as she slipped him inside
her and they both cried out at the feeling. He was hard and throbbing
within her, and she was hot and wet around him, though they both felt the
hunger within them begin being satisfied, though only slightly.

She gasped softly as his hands found her breasts and caressed them
gently before leaning up to lick at them even as he pushed them together
with his hands. She moaned and leaned into his touch, continuing to ride
him.

Suddenly, he pulled her roughly to him, and before she could yelp, he
had rolled them over so that he was atop her yet still deep within her,
continuing to move. Not even missing a thrust. She groaned again as he
began to rotate his hips against her.

The feeling which had been building within each of them as the act of
lovemaking began suddenly burst around them, and as she began to contract
around him, he emptied himself within her as well. Both cried out, albeit
silently, the shared cries turned inward and were heard by each of them
anyway. It may have been cliched, but there seemed to be a light
surrounding them both as the intensity of the orgasm settled in around
them finally and they lay together, as close as two could be without
merging into one body, although they came pretty close.

For a time they were silent, reveling in the aftermath of what they
had just done. As well as the emotions both were feeling. It had been
unlike anything else either one had felt with anyone else.

"Uh... wow..." he said, drowsily, even as he continued to caress the
now sweat-slicked skin of her back.

There was a light laugh from her. "You're speechless?"

She felt him nod and then reach to caress her cheek.

"You know... I think I love you."

"Even though you just met me?"

"I feel like I've known you all my life."

"Sleep, then. We'll see how you feel in the morning."


It was the feeling of wet kisses that woke her from a dream. She
smiled, remembering the dream and what had lead up to it.

Dana Katherine Scully turned over and draped an arm casually over the
body next to her in the bed. The sun was shining in through the curtains
at her windows, and she was smiling a smile that rivaled the sun. Her
companion was sharing that smile.

"Good morning, Sunshine..." A smile traded between them. She leaned
in for a deep, lingering kiss. She moaned as she felt his hand begin to
caress her breasts again.

"You know, Mulder, if that is the effect playing a pickup game has on
you, I'm all for it, and I'm thinking we should do this more often." she
said, curling up close to him.

"What? Pretend to pick each other up in bars and restaurants?" He
whispered a kiss across her forehead.

"Yeah, something like that..." Dana's smile was still dazzling.

"That was more fun than basketball. Though not by much."

"Mulder..."

"I'm kidding. Really I am. But, I swear, you give a guy a run for
his money. I almost gave up a few times."

"Considering you approached me first using what had to be the oldest
pickup line in the book what else was I supposed to do?"

"I guess you have a point."

"Playing that game was your idea, Mulder... as were the assumed
names."

"Margaret Anderson? Why'd you pick that name, Scully?"

"My mother's maiden name. What about you, Mulder? Who's Kyle Ford?"

"When I was a teenager, I always wanted to change my name to Kyle...
as for Ford... it was a joke. I hate those Fords we're always getting for
cases, but I know they're like the cheapest thing the Bureau rents.
They're awfully hard on my legs and my back... And I wanted to stretch my
legs a bit."

"You certainly stretched me some."

"I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"No... I haven't felt this good in a while."

"Y'know, Scully, I don't think I've EVER felt this good."

"Not even-"

"Nope, not even then." He grinned and they traded knowing looks
again.

"Mulder, you just keep unfolding like a flower."

"Didn't you do that already, Scully? Last night?"

"I think we both did."

Mulder was nuzzling her shoulder again and she ran fingers through
his hair. He felt the shiver rush through her and smiled, continuing to
lavish attention at her shoulder and neck.

"Mulder... There is something I want you to know..." she breathed
into his ear.

"Mmmm? What's that, Scully?" he asked, even as he began to kiss her
shoulder and stroke reverently at her breasts.

"I love you. I think I always have."

"Well, that's good to hear. I prefer hearing that to *oh brother*
any day."

"Mulder, I didn't mean it *that* way..."

Mulder didn't have to say anything. He just looked into her eyes and
they were both grinning madly moments later.

"You're never going to let me live that down are you, Mulder..."

"Not as long as I can help it, Scully."

"You're incorrigible."

"And you love me for it."

"I'm not sure that's the word I'd use, Mulder."

"Then what word WOULD you use?"

She smiled, moving her hand lower to find him already hard and
wanting. "I'll tell you later..."



As they pulled up to the Bureau to retrieve her car, he turned to
her.

"So, 'Meg', may I see you again?"

"I think I'd like that... 'Kyle.'..."

"Tonight?"

"I don't see why not. It IS a weekend, after all. And I know of
this great place near the ocean..."

"I'm all yours."

"I was hoping you'd say that..."

-End...?- *eg*


"The Truth is Out There. Trust No One."- from "The X-Files"
Pursuing a BS(Electrical Engineering)-Math 209 - Spring Quarter 1999-CSULA
Looking for work and a place to live - San Jose bound delayed till August
"If his hand moves from the small of my back, shoot him." Anne Rooney(C-16)

"Don't mind him. He'll go on forever." - Dana Scully, The X-Files "Alpha"