From: Kylie > Subject: The next instalments [A Return] Date: Thu, 23 May 1996 06:54:59 +1000 (EST) This is a very short story - to stand alone. The words 'It's been nice working with you' from Die Hand, Die Verletzt have continued to haunt me and this is the product of that haunting. There is some strong language (not really) and (what does the TV say?!) some adult themes ! Anyhow, enjoy - and please help me to improve it. Disclaimer: All characters seen or mentioned on the X-FILES belong to Chris Carter, Ten-Thirteen Production, FOX network, DD, GA, etc. and are used without permission. A Return by Kylie Loxton (loxtonk@ozemail.com.au ) Scully's Apartment 25 April 1996 8.05pm It had been a long day and all she had wanted to do was crawl into bed with a good book. The parcel had taken her completely by surprise. It had been sitting outside her door when she got home. No identification, no postage, just a short note saying "For you eyes only". She had taken it inside and placed it on the table, wondering what to do with it. Mulder's Apartment 25 April 1996 10.41pm The shower had been just what he needed. He felt all the tensions of the day draining from him. The door bell took him by surprise. 'Who the hell could that be?' he thought to himself. "I'm coming," he yelled at the door as he turned off the shower and dragged on some sweat pants. Drying his hair as he approached the door he asked, "Who is it?" No answer. "Who is it," he raised his voice. Still no answer. Slightly alarmed by this, Mulder quickly grabbed his gun and silently approached the door. Putting his ear to the door, he could hear a slight scuffling noise, as if someone was adjusting their weight. Turning the handle slowly, Mulder carefully opened the door. "Scully!" She looked *different*. He quickly put his gun down. 'Why hadn't she answered him?' "Mulder, I need to see you," Scully murmured huskily. He ushered her inside, taking stock of the situation. Scully's hair was in disarray and her cheeks were flushed almost as if she had run all the way to his apartment. Something was definitely wrong here. She slowly turned to face him and started to take off her coat. Mulder did a double take. It looked like Scully was actually taking her coat off seductively. Scully?! 'Oh my God Scully - what have you got on underneath the coat?' Mulder was transfixed. His felt his pulse start to race. Her body was sheathed in a deep green silk nightgown that hugged her figure. She let the coat fall from her fingers, never taking her eyes from him. He could feel the heat radiating from her body, see the need in her eyes. He was lost. How could he resist? The slow movement of her tongue as it touched her lips was the last straw and he felt his body respond with a desperate urgency. He reached for her and drew her into his arms, pressing his body close to hers, feeling her softness and inhaling her scent. The silk whispered against his skin. 'How many times have I fantasised about this,' he wondered. She clung to him with a need that matched his own. He never noticed the red glint in her eyes . . . The end