The Gossamer Project Author - Title - Date - Spoilers - Crossovers - X-Files - Adventures - Stories - Vignettes Download Other stories by Cooper, Audrey Like A Red, Red Rose by Audrey Cooper xf_writer@geocities.com February, 1997 Summary: Scully, Mulder, a red rose, and Valentine's Day. An answer to Deb's challenge. Spoilers: Nope. Classification/Rating: VH. UST. PG. Disclaimer: 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 Broadcasting, and 1013 Productions, and have been used without permission. Author's Notes follow the story. I would appreciate feedback in any shape or form. ********************************************************************** Like A Red, Red Rose by Audrey Cooper xf_writer@geocities.com Scully didn't bother shutting the door behind her as she entered her rarely used fourth floor office. She had only stopped by to pick up some files and didn't plan on staying long. She often wondered why she even bothered to keep her own office, when she was so rarely in it. She got the files she needed from her filing cabinet, then stopped as she turned to leave. There was a rose on her desk. A red rose. A red ribbon was tied around its long stem, leading to a creamy white card. She dropped the files onto the desk, then picked up the rose and brought it to her nose. A slight frown crossed her face. The rose had no scent. Looking at it more closely, she realized that it wasn't a real flower. It was made of fabric, fabric that was soft and silky to the touch. She opened the small square of parchment attached to the ribbon. It was engraved, the letters curving sensuously on the paper: Your fire burns my heart This rose is no match for you You look good in red Happy Valentine's Day There was no signature. Now who would write her such a pretty haiku? The images of fire, burning, and matches; heart, red and rose were simple, but gave off heat. She inspected the rose again, turning it this way and that in the light from the window. Grasping one silky petal, she pulled, and was not at all surprised when the rose unfurled into a very pretty pair of silk and lace barely there underwear. No, not underwear. A thong, that's what it was. Scully smiled. Oh, really? All right, unseen admirer. Let's see if I can find you. ***** "Agent Pendrell?" "How can I help you, Agent Scully?" "What do you think of thongs?" Pendrell spit out the coffee he had just brought to his mouth onto his computer monitor. "*What?*" "You know, thong underwear." "Uh..." Pendrell squeaked. "Oh, never mind." Nope. ***** "Lone Gunman." "Frohike, turn off the recorder." "It's off." "I mean it!" "Okay, okay, it's off! What can I do for you, Agent Scully?" "Are Byers and Langly there?" "Right here," Byers answered. "Me, too," Langly chimed in. "I have a very important question to ask you all." "Anything for you, Agent Scully," Frohike said smarmily. "What do you think of thong underwear?" Byers choked, then covered it with a cough. Langly burst out laughing. And Frohike made a "uh-uh-uh" sound. "Byers, Langly, make sure Frohike doesn't swallow his tongue, okay?" Shit. Now she'd have to put up with thong jokes for the rest of her life. ***** "Sir?" "You asked to see me, Agent Scully?" "Yes, sir. I wanted your opinion on something." "What is it, Scully?" "What do you think of thongs?" The A.D.'s face swept with crimson. He took off his glasses and leaned his elbows on his desk. "Agent Scully, are you feeling all right?" "Fine, sir. Thank you, sir." She backed out his door and closed it quietly. Whoa, close one. ***** "Mulder?" "Hmmmm?" "What do you think of thongs?" "Thongs? As in leather thongs for tying you up with, or as in thong underwear?" He raised his eyes from the report he was studying to leer suggestively at her. She gave him a Mulder-behave-yourself-or-die look. "Thong underwear." He rubbed his chin meditatively. "I think they're very sexy. Just your style, Scully." He cracked a grin. "Especially red silk. Why, are you thinking of trying one for a change?" "Actually, no." She arched an eyebrow at his disappointment. "They're what I normally wear. Thanks for the Valentine, Mulder. They're very... comfortable." _____ End Author's Notes: Thanks to Deb for beta reading, for feeding my imagination (it's a hungry beast!) and for always being there. 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: "If I were that stoned..." M: "Ooooh, if you were that stoned, what?" The X-Files, Deep Throat The Gossamer Project Author - Title - Date - Spoilers - Crossovers - X-Files - Adventures - Stories - Vignettes Download Other stories by Cooper, Audrey /Please let us know if the site is not working properly. Set story display preferences . Do not archive stories elsewhere without permission from the author(s). See the Gossamer policies for more information. /