"Sure you can. Just one fluid movement. Don't tense up. Follow through
is everything."
Krycek closed his eyes and very gently tapped the ball. It fell into
the hole.
"Yeah! See, you're a natural at this."
"Mulder, it's miniature golf. I don't believe people are naturals at
this. I think they're just mutations of people who are better at other
things and only come here to experience the humiliation of missing a putt
because there's a windmill blocking their shot."
"You're just jealous because I'm kicking your ass."
Krycek picked up his putter and slung it over his shoulder. He looked
Mulder square in the eye. "Wouldn't you rather be doing something else
to my ass?"
Mulder grabbed Krycek and crushed his mouth against the younger man's...
"Mulder?" Krycek waved his hand in front of Mulder's face. "Are you
in there?"
Mulder shook his head. "What?"
"I said you'd better watch what you say. I could beat you at any second."
Mulder grinned. "In your dreams, Junior."
"Keep it up, Old Man." Krycek looked around the course. "When do you
suppose our contact's going to show?"
"Hard to tell." Mulder made a shot and grinned triumphantly at his partner.
"Mulder, you suck."
Mulder placed a hand on Krycek's chest and leaned in to kiss his ear.
"Umm, would you like me to demonstrate how well I do that?"
"——over there, Mulder?" Krycek's question broke through Mulder's thoughts.
"What?"
"Isn't that him over there?"
Mulder looked in the direction Krycek indicated. "No." He looked at
his watch. "I don't think he's coming."
Krycek looked at Mulder, frowning. "Are you okay? You seem distracted
today."
"No, I'm fine." He tried to erase the image he had in his mind of Krycek
standing before him wearing nothing but a smile. "I just didn't get enough
sleep last night."
Krycek shot him a lecherous smile. "Oh? Got lucky last night, huh?"
Against his will, Mulder felt his face turn pink. "Krycek, watch it."
"Or what?"
"Or I'm gonna fuck you right here in front of the good patrons of 'Lil
Putt'."
The look on Krycek's face told Mulder he hadn't just thought that last
statement.
"What did you say to me?" His voice was low, almost a whisper.
"I'm sorry, Alex, I——" He was cut off by Krycek's kiss.
"Don't be sorry, Fox," Krycek whispered against Mulder's lips. "I've
wanted you since the first time I met you. What was the hold up?"
"I don't know." Mulder closed his eyes and gave in to the feelings he'd
had for so long.
"You don't know? You said you were going to meet me in the parking garage
fifteen minutes ago. What was the hold up?"
Mulder opened his eyes and saw a very angry Dana Scully standing in
front of his desk.
"Scully!"
"What were you doing?"
"Oh, I'm sorry. I was... playing golf." She stared at him. "In my mind... just
going over my game."
Scully folded her arms in front of her chest. "Well, I hope you were
doing well."
He smiled. "Yeah, I was."
"Are you ready to go?"
Mulder glanced down at his lap. "Um, can I meet you in about five minutes?"
That's all Folks! (copyright WB)
Distracted
by Frankie
"Mulder, I cannot get this in that tiny hole."
