Title: Mishaps IV: The Overamorous Duo
Author: Vesper (Regina)
Warnings: adult themes, sexiness
Summary: The basement office is invaded.
Disclaimer: I borrowed a few characters. I'm a bad widdle girl. Please don't sue me.
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Notes: Yes, I know this could never happen in real life, or even the life on The X-Files. Give me a little dramatic license, will you? Dedicated to my own "Tom."
"Stop, Tom. No, don't stop. Let's go somewhere private."
Tom shrugged. "Where, Alanna? There aren't many places here where a person can get comfortable."
She snorted. "Who said anything about comfortable? You know," she smiled evilly, "we could do it in the spooky office."
"We can't do that to our superiors."
"Please?" She leaned in and kissed him.
He was so wrapped around his wife's finger. "Okay."
"All right, Mulder, so what if you think the special effects in Star Wars: The Special Edition detracted from the older version? Give me that coffee."
Mulder relinquished his hold on the mug, waved to an acquaintance they passed on the way to their office, then said, "Scully, all I'm saying is that compared to what I remember seeing, it just doesn't seem, well, anyway. I didn't say it detracted, it just doesn't add anything more 'special'. Give me my coffee back."
She relinquished it reluctantly.
"Okay, Mulder, I see what you're saying but George Lucas' vision was so expansive--."
A furrow creased her forehead. "What?"
He nodded his head toward their office door. "It's ajar."
They pulled their weapons and did the standard open: Scully pushed the door open and Mulder stepped in, gun at the ready.
Two disheveled and half-dressed newlywed employees of the FBI looked up, startled. They scrambled for coverings.
Mulder lowered his gun, an amused grin on his face. Scully stepped out from behind him and caught the same grin.
"Working late, Tom, Alanna?" Mulder said.
Tom spoke, panic making his voice tight, "You won't report this, will you, sir?"
He shook his head. "No, no. All I would really appreciate at this moment would be a camera. So, have fun. I'm not going to say anything."
"Thank you sir." He stammered for a moment, "Thank you."
Mulder shrugged. "You're welcome." As they were leaving, he added, "There's a broom closet down the hall, you know, just in case."
Alanna punched Tom in the arm. "The broom closet. Now why didn't I think of that?"
He winced. "Honey, do you know how cramped those places are?"
"Oh, quiet, Tom."
Their voices faded in the hallway.
Mulder turned to Scully and said, musingly, "You know, I wonder if the Gunmen could make them a present of the tape."
They stared at each other, and then cracked up at the same time.