TITLE: Wine 2 - THE HANGOVER AUTHOR: Dianora RATING: NC-17 This is very short, very flip, and the end is a little explicit, so stay away if women receiving pleasure isn't your cup of tea. By the way, this is *not* what I think would really happen if Mulder and Scully were to do the horizontal tango. This is just a little what if.... Any comments, send to Dianora2@aol.com Usual stuff: Fox Mulder and Dana Scully and the mentioned but not seen Melissa Scully are properties of Chris Carter and Ten Thirteen Productions, and FOX. No copyright infringement or offense is intended. XXXXXXXXX Dana Scully woke slowly, her eyes fluttering open, brain not quite functioning right away. Her first conscious thought was that she was naked, and she knew that was odd because she always wore at least a t-shirt and underwear to bed. Then she realized the room smelled funny, tangy, with an undercurrent of dirty socks. Then she turned her head an inch to the left and saw Fox Mulder lying there in bed beside her, sleeping like a baby for once. A disgusting trickle of drool traveled from his mouth to the pillow. Her eyes widened as the previous night came crashing down on her in a heart-stopping flash. Oh. My. God. Shit, shit, shit. She slipped out of bed carefully, not wanting to wake him, scrambled into a raggedy robe she found lying on the floor, and ran to the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. She studied her pale reflection in the mirror with disgust. Then the headache hit. She sank down onto the toilet lid and buried her face in her hands, willing the throbbing in her skull to cease. No such luck. Okay, calm down. Think this through. I had sex with Fox Mulder last night, she thought, willing her mind to examine the facts objectively, as if she were investigating a case. No, that is not entirely true. I had sex with Fox Mulder many times last night, on many different surfaces. She had trouble remembering exactly how many times they had created the two-backed monster. Three? Four? Dear God, it couldn't have been five, could it? Okay, let's get back on track, Dana. What else. I have touched and for the most part tasted every inch of my partner's body, and vice versa. We did things together last night that must be illegal in at least half of the states in the Union. We debased and degraded ourselves, reduced ourselves to mindless animals, and enjoyed every minute of it. She gradually realized the pain she was feeling was not confined to her head; her thighs, legs, arms, jaw, and between her legs were all sore as well. She took a few minutes to examine herself and discovered hickies in places she didn't think it was possible to get them. What the hell was she going to do now? "Scully? Are you okay in there?" Mulder's voice on the other side of the door startled her. Damn him for being a light sleeper. "Umm, I'm fine," she said, as perkily as she could manage considering the jackhammer cracking open her cerebellum. What was that hangover remedy Melissa had told her about once? Tomato juice and Pepto Bismol? Her stomach churned at the thought. Maybe just some aspirin, she reconsidered. "I'll be there in a minute." She went to the bathroom, splashed some water on her face, then rooted around in Mulder's medicine cabinet and took his last two Tylenol caplets. A few deep breaths, and she opened the door. I have faced psychopaths, serial killers, and prehistoric green bugs. I can do this. She found him navigating the kitchen, turning on the burner under the kettle and searching for clean dishes. He was *whistling*. Whistling a thin tune that cut through her brain like a red hot poker. He smiled warmly when he saw her. "Want some coffee?" She nodded. The movement hurt her head. Naturally. She sat down on the couch and closed her eyes, mind racing frantically for something to get her out of this mess. He brought her a steaming mug of instant coffee, which she accepted gratefully, careful not to touch his fingers. The couch creaked as he sat own next to her. "How are you feeling this morning?" She glared at him. "I hurt. Everywhere." He grinned. "But I bet your head hurts most of all, doesn't it?" She didn't respond, just took a tentative sip of the coffee. Suddenly she felt his lips press a gentle kiss on her neck. She jumped up without thinking, spilling coffee on her hand in the process. "DAMMIT!" She raced to the kitchen sink and ran her hand under the cold water, cursing fluently, using many of the wonderful adjectives she had picked up from her father's Navy buddies. "Uh, Scully? Is there a problem?" She turned around to see him standing in front of her, a bewildered look on his face, and she wished to God he didn't look so cute, standing there in nothing but his plaid boxers. "Yes, Mulder, there is a problem. Or have you forgotten that we slept together last night?" "Well, as I recall, there wasn't all that much sleeping involved." She threw a dishrag at him, but he ducked. Damn. "This is not funny! What are we supposed to do now?" He hitched up his boxers, smiling devilishly. "Well, we could do it again." She closed her eyes for a minute, counted to ten, and willed herself not to commit homicide. "That's. Not. What. I. Meant. I mean, what are we supposed to do about our partnership, our friendship, our jobs, everything?" Her voice got steadily higher until it cracked on the last word. He winced. "I seem to remember bringing up something like that last night, but you were too busy pulling down my pants," he retorted. "Don't even think about putting this all on me. You seduced me!" "You kissed me first!" "You wanted me to!" "You're a pig!" "You're a cheap date! Is that all it takes, Scully, one bottle of wine and a bad movie?" "AAARRRGGGHH!" She reached to grab a dirty dish from the sink so she could throw it at him, and really hit him this time, but he caught her wrist. "Why are we fighting about this?" he asked softly, his face inches from hers. "We both wanted last night to happen. You were there. I remember." She smiled a little at that, although a petty part of her resented him for being right. "I hope we didn't disturb your neighbors." "I hope we did." "Mulder...seriously, what are we going to do?" "I don't know," he said quietly. "Do the only thing we can do. Take it one day at a time, the way we always have. Let's just... not make a big deal out of it, at least for now. Let's just see what happens, take it from there." She scowled at him. "You make it sound so easy. As if we haven't just turned a major corner in our lives." "Dana..." He gripped her shoulders gently. "Of course we have. Last night...last night was like the inevitable finally happening. As if what we had been moving toward the past two years finally came together, no pun intended. And it was incredible." "Well...yeah, it wasn't bad." No need for him to get cocky. "Look, the way our lives are right now, we don't know what's going to happen tomorrow. Let's just enjoy what we have, right now, this minute." He slowly undid the tie on her robe, pushed it open, slid his hands inside. She gasped at the feel of his hands on her bare skin as they caressed her hips, her breasts. She could only watch, mesmerized, as he slowly knelt before her and trailed small kisses along her belly, her thighs. Guess I can't argue with that logic, she thought. At least, not at the moment. She struggled to remain still, to not twitch with anticipation. Finally, she couldn't stand it anymore. "Do it," she hissed. He laughed softly, a deep, husky laugh that gave her goosebumps. She felt his hot breath between her legs, then the sensation of his tongue as he began kissing her there. Dana closed her eyes and gripped the edge of the sink as her knees weakened. He licked and sucked at her until she let out a low moan, burying her fingers in his hair, grinding herself against his mouth, wanting more. For long moments the only sounds in the room were his tongue working and her heavy breathing. And as the tidal wave crested and she erupted in a mind-shattering orgasm, her single coherent thought was, Why not? It beats the hell out of the vibrator waiting for me at home. The End. You can imagine the rest.