Date: April 24, 2000 From: CorrineLS@socal.rr.com Author: Lakota Title: Chocolate Temptations Categories: Humor, MSR Rating: PG13 Spoilers: None Archive: Sure, just email me the URL and keep headers attached. Summary: All Mulder wanted to do was to share his éclair. Disclaimer: Fox Mulder, Dana Scully and all characters from the X- Files are sole property of Chris Carter, Fox Broadcasting and 1013 Production. I am just borrowing them for a bit. Note: I'm finding that the English language can be a hard one to master. With the help of my beta reader and friend Triton, I hope that my stories are interesting enough for people to enjoy. She's teaching me that 'less words' can be used to 'say more'. She came up with the idea and an assignment for me. My assignment, write a story with 500 words or less with Mulder and Scully in it, of course. Triton gave me one simple word - "ÉCLAIR" Here's hoping that when any of the readers eat their next éclair, a vision of Mulder and Scully will be in their minds. Thanks: How many times can I thank the wonderful cyber friends that I have. They have been patient and willing to help me with my writings. I guess they see something in me, what-- I have no idea. Triton for giving me the support and her undivided teaching and the word "éclair", Hiding for helping me see things that I didn't see, Lisa for being my constant positive note and Susan for having to read and re-read it. CHOCOLATE TEMPTATIONS Two tired agents walked out of the elevator and headed towards their separate rooms, a bag from a nearby donut shop held in Mulder's hand. "Do you want a bite?" he asked, taking the éclair out of the bag. She looked at him, rolling her eyes as he enthusiastically took a bite of his éclair, chocolate creamed filling oozing out of the corners, smearing around the outside of his mouth. Scully was amused by the child-like gleam in her partner's eye. "Scully, do me a favor and get the key card out of my pocket; my hands are a bit messy," he said to her. Instead of getting his key card, she took hers and opened her room first. Approaching him slowly, she took a hold of his tie, bringing him close to her. "Come here," she said, pulling him into her room, her fingers still clinched around his tie. Once he was in the room, Scully gently took her middle finger and wiped the cream that was still on the side of his mouth. "See Scully, the cream just oozes out of these things. You have to taste one." Mulder mused, holding the éclair up to her face. Scully looked at the éclair, then to her fingers and back to him. With a fluid motion she opened her mouth, sucking every bit of custard from the tips. Mulder's eyes widened, watching her seductively taste the custard. He didn't realize his mouth was hanging open, "Ah, Scully do you, um… want to take a bite?" he asked. With a devilish smile, she dipped her finger into the éclair's center, a glob of custard dangling on her fingertips. Again she brought it to her mouth and delicately licked her finger starting at the base and gently moving her tongue to the top, again closing her mouth on it. Watching her motions, Mulder could feel a familiar rush of energy tingle down to his groin. He was relieved that he had chosen the loose fitting trousers, because he knew that within minutes his arousal was going to be noticed by Scully. He leaned his pelvis away from Scully's view, concealing his sudden rush of desire. "Scully, we have to get up early in the morning. I think I'll call it a night," he told her, slowly walking to the connecting door of their room. He quickly opened her side of the adjoining doors, only to realize that he had not opened his side of the door. He now had to nonchalantly walk across her room, in front of her with a full erection and reach his room unnoticed. "Nite Scully," he said taking each step carefully. He opened her door, his fingers fumbling nervously in his pants pocket, pulling out his key card, then swiping it on the door. "Nite Mulder. The éclair tasted, W O N D E R F U L," she said, sensually. She closed the door with a smug grin, knowing what she had done to him. Mulder dashed into his room, settling his frame against the wall with relief, the tightness in his pants a result of the memory of his partner and a simple chocolate cream filled éclair. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Feedback please - but be kind because I'm a pisces - emotional... < corrinels@socal.rr.com > ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~