Date: Wed, 04 MAR 1998 10:05:49 -0800 From: Dawson E. Rambo Subject: NEW "The Bet" MSR Microvingette The Bet By Dawson E. Rambo Disclaimer: Fox Mulder, Dana Scully, Walter Skinner and any other tangentially mentioned characters created by Chris Carter remain his copyrighted property, as well as the copyrighted property of 1013 productions and Fox Television, a unit of 20th Century Fox. No infringement is intended. Posting Date : March 4, 1998 Archive Entry : "The Bet" Classification : MSR, RV (Microvingette) Story Rating : PG-13 ------ X-Files Office J. Edgar Hoover Building Washington, DC Mulder walked into the office with a song in his heart and a skip in his step. He had been wondering how to do what had to be done, and last night, while surfing the net at home, the idea had finally presented itself. "Scully," he said, standing in front of her desk, "do you consider yourself a pragmatic, logical person?" Looking up from her computer, Scully arched an eyebrow and nodded. "I think that's a rather stupid question, Mulder, considering how well you know me." "What do you think your response would be to a challenge that you knew you could win, even if I insisted on the opposite?" "You mean...like a bet?" "Yes," Mulder said, smiling. "Exactly. A bet." "What's the bet?" "I bet you a dollar I can kiss you without touching your lips." Scully looked up, sure that it was a joke, or a trick, or something. "Mulder," she finally said, "that's impossible." "So you're convinced you can win this bet," Mulder said. "Of course." "Care to put your money where your...well, you know?" Scully thought about it. "Sure," she finally said. "I want to see how you can kiss me...wait a minute. All you have to do his kiss my forehead, or my ear, or something. No bet, Mulder." She shook her finget at him. "Almost got me." "I bet you a dollar I can kiss you on the lips without touching your lips." Scully thought about it again. It was absurd. There was no way he could... "Fine," she said, standing. Walking over to the coatrack, she rummaged around inside her trench coat and found a pair of loose bills. She peeled a George Washington off and snapped it in front of Mulder's face. "It's a bet." He leaned towards her and she held up a hand. "Whoa. Where's your buck?" "Oh, right," Mulder said, reaching into his own pocket. He found a dollar and placed it on his desk. Scully's dollar joined his. "Ok," she said. "Let's see this magic trick." Mulder leaned in and kissed her squarely on the lips. Scully was smiling as she realized that she'd won the bet... And then she forgot the bet. She had expected a quick peck, and after twenty seconds of Mulder's mouth moving softly, gently against hers, that expection went out the window. The kiss deepened, grew heat, that heat spreading up and down Scully's arms and legs. She stepped closer to him, threading her arms around his neck and really leaning the kiss. Five minutes (an hour?) later, they broke apart. Scully ran a hand through her hair. "You touched my lips," she said softly, her voice sounding husky. Mulder shrugged, reaching down to his desk and grabbing the two dollars. Handing them to Scully, he said, "So...I lost the bet." +=+=+=+=+=+=+= THE END Inspired by a joke I got on one of my humor mailing lists. Yes, I know it's hokey. Yes, I know it's not up to my usual standards. But, God, I'd pay the $2 to see that scene air. :) -- Dawson E. Rambo | Author, LANAdmin, Programmer, Dreamer drambo@azstarnet.com | http://www.azstarnet.com/~drambo/index.html "Do not meddle in the affairs of dragons, for you are crunchy... and taste good with ketchup." -- seen on a bumper sticker