TITLE: LIVE WIRES AUTHOR: Blackwood entreamis@yahoo.com RATING: PG13 CATEGORY: MSR, UST, H, Dialogue Vignette. SPOILERS: None ARCHIVE: With a note to me, yes. SUMMARY: "One bedtime story is all you're going to get." ~*~*~*~ "Hey." "Hey." "You awake?" "I am now." "Sorry." "What's wrong, Mulder?" "Nothin'." "Can't sleep?" "That would be an accurate assessment of the situation at hand." "And you just figured you'd like some company." "Yours, preferably." "It's three a.m." "I'm aware of the time, Scully." ::She sighs:: "I guess I should let you sleep, huh?" "No." "I miss you." "I'll see you in the morning." "Too long to wait." "You really can be sweet, sometimes." "I try." "And sometimes, you can be a real pain in the ass." "Like I said, I try." "What's keeping you awake?" "Is that how it works?" "Even you know that, Mr. Oxford-educated psychologist." "And here I thought it was late-night pizza." "Eating spicy or heavy foods at a late hour *can* keep you awake, but I'm betting on my former hypothesis." "And, Dr. Scully, you'd be right." "So..." "Your buttons." "What?" "Sew your buttons." "What are you talking about?" "Didn't you ever hear that phrase?" "Sew your buttons? Nope. Must've been a New England thing." "Right, New England." ::She giggles:: "Excuse me, but I never heard that particular phrase before." "Okay, okay. Quit already." "Don't sulk." "I'm not sulking." "Of course you are." ::He SIGHS:: "All right. What's on your mind, Mulder?" "You. I was gonna come by and throw rocks at your window." "That is so high school." "I didn't." "Though, it isn't as if you haven't done it before." "Throw rocks at your window?" "Come by in the middle of the night. I can recall more than one late night 'request-slash-command' to get dressed and run out at odd hours." "I really put you through Hell, don't I?" "Do you believe in Hell?" "I'd say it's within the realm of extreme possibility." "And Heaven?" "Not so sure." "So you're willing to believe that there's a final destination for those who do evil, but not good?" "Evil should have a final destination, an end. But good? We need to keep that around... Recycled." "Recycled?" "Reincarnation, transmigration of the soul, rebirth of the consciousness into a new form." "I suppose it's possible." "Wait. Let me write this down." "I'm more open-minded than you think." "Point taken. Besides, I like to think all that Scully-niceness will always be around." "You're nice, too." "Nah. Good, maybe. But nice?" "I've seen you work with victims, Mulder; children, grieved parents. You're very gentle." "That's just being a human being. But nice? No way." "Why do say that?" "Because I know me and you don't." "I think I know you, Mulder." "You know pieces of me -- not the whole me." "I know you." "You don't know what you're saying. I'm a guy, remember?" "Uh-huh?" "We can be a disgusting lot." "I have two brothers. Tell me something I don't know." "That's true, although Bill seems a bit of a hard-ass. And I've never met Charlie." "You'd like him. He's flaky, like Missy." "So, you and Bill were the dependable kids?" "Yeah, we were the responsible ones." "Sounds like you regret that." "Not regret, but sometimes I wish I'd been a little less good." "I think I like the sound of that." "Thought you might." "So, tell me, what would you have done that you didn't do as a high school girl?" "High school? Ummmm, let's see..." "And no namby-pamby crap like cheat on an exam. I want juicy." "Juicy?" "Yeah, good detailed stuff, Scully." "Mulder--" "Go with it." "Well... I'd have lost my virginity before senior year." "You lost your virginity in high school?" "Technically." "Explain." "You know what I'm talking about." "I have no idea. Really." "Technically, as in doing everything but having intercourse... Mulder?" "Just processing your last statement." ::She chuckles:: "So, how old were you when you had your first, ummm, experience?" "Are we talking kissing, petting or the horizontal mambo?" "You're killing me." "Take your pick, Mulder." "Really?" "Just for tonight, since you can't sleep. One bedtime story is all you're going to get, so think carefully which Scully adventure you want to hear about." "Wait, let me think. Ummm..." "Well?" "Tell me about the first time you let a guy get to First Base." "How did I know we were going to talk baseball?" "It's a classic metaphor." "That it is." "So?" "We better agree on our definitions." "Definitions?" "It's not uncommon for people to miscommunicate because they're operating on different semantic levels." "Love that dirty talk, baby." "Watch it, stud. So, tell me *your* definition of First Base." "First Base? Don't you have to start At Bat?" "Meaning you're indulging in a little fun with a partner, right?" "A partner?" "Versus alone. Guys do that a lot." "Girls don't?" "Not with as much frequency." "Is this based on actual research?" "Shut up, Mulder. You know I'm right." "Probably." "When did *you,* ummm, start indulging?" "Me? I thought you were answering the questions." "Humor me." "Actually, I think I was fourteen." "Fourteen? Isn't that a little late for most boys?" "I was a little delayed, but I caught up fast." "I'm sorry." "For... what?" "I didn't mean to remind you of that time in your life. I know it was painful and I'm sure things were difficult then." "Yeah, well. I moved on. What choice did I have?" "You're a good man, Mulder." "We digress." "Just a change of topic." "Oh, no, no, no. Back to you, Ms. Scully, and your... experience." "Okay, so after At Bat, there's First Base which is letting a boy touch your breasts." "Y'know, I may be totally out of touch with reality, but I was always under the impression that First Base is kissing and Second Base is touching the breasts. I mean, if breast-touching is First Base then what are 2nd, 3rd, and a Home Run?" "Well, if *I* remember the correct order of things as they were done in Sunny SoCal circa 1979, it was 'First Base, Touching Above the Waist; Second Base, Touching Below the Waist; Third Base, Oral Sex. Homerun? Surprise, surprise. Harry Meets Sally." ::lol:: "Harry Meets Sally?" "Just an ancient recollection, of course!" "Y'know, I don't know if I want to hear about this, after all." "Why not?" "I think I'm jealous." "It was a long time ago." "Yeah, but..." "And you're the only one with privileges now." "And it's a wonderful privilege." "Mulder-" "Yeah?" "I wish you were here." "Me, too." "Talk to me." "I am." "No. *Talk* to me." "Are you asking...?" "Uh-huh." "What are you wearing?" "Pajamas." "The blue ones?" "Red." "With the Chinese things on them?" "They're called glyphs." "Don't go technical on me now." "You were saying..." "They're silk, aren't they?" "Satin." "Yeah, and the fabric is cool and slippery on your skin." "Yes." "Touch it." "What?" "Touch the fabric." "Where?" "Anywhere you like, sweetheart. Then tell me where your hand is." "Okay... Over my heart." "Playing coy, huh? Okay. Hand over your heart. I like that and the morsel that sits just below it or beside it if you're going to be scientific about it." "I prefer romantic. Now what?" "Start unbuttoning. And take it -- slow." "Hang on, Mr. Scorcese. One... at... a... time. Mulder?" "Right here." "What next?" "Let's say you slip off the bottoms." "Hmph. Mmmm, that's better." "It is?" "Definitely. You okay?" "Huh?" "You sound a little odd." "Just letting my memory fill in the blanks." "And your memory would be reminding you of what, exactly?" "You. Me. Your naked curves warm against me in all the right places." "Mmmm." "Can you feel me there?" "Yes." "Where do you want my hands?" "Wherever *you* want them." "You're awfully non-specific." "I don't want to do this." "Wha--?" "It's just..." "This was *your* idea." "I don't care. Turn off the cell and get in here, now." "So much for telephone sex, Scully." "It was just an idea." "Knew you couldn't last." "Oh, be quiet and kiss me." "Hello, Sally." "Oh Harry, where *have* you been?" END June 2002