Title: Hot Eats...Cool Treats! Disclaimer: This is a purely fictional work, created entirely by myself, Jolee Patkai. I have NO rights to FOX or 1013....no no no!!! Rating: Hot and Cold! PG or X-Rated You be the judge! Background - What happens when a convention trip goes astray!! Full of Scully and Mulder.....AH....STUFF! Enjoy! X-File Office - Washington ..... "For Christ's sake, Scully...they're at it again!!" swore a clearly agitated Agent Fox Mulder, as he entered his cluttered office, deep in the basement of the FBI Headquarters. "I hate this crap!" he groaned, rubbing his hands roughly over his day old stubble. "Mulder????....it's too early in the day to play charades!" Scully shot at him, with her perfect eyebrow arched skyward. "Exactly WHO are THEY...and WHAT are THEY doing?" Mulder paused before answering his petite partner, waiting for her to finish her question properly, which he knew she would. When she doesn't, he waves his hands in the air prompting her. "AGAIN...Mulder, all right, I said it, "Exactly who are they, and what are they doing... AGAIN??" Pulling a scrunched up paper from his pocket, he jumped in the air and threw it overhand, landing it neatly in the fold of her designer jacket. Scully blows air out of her pursed lips and reaching delicately into her cleavage, she extracts the offending missile. Flattening it out on her desk, she barks with laughter at the demand that meets her eyes. Now it was her turn to groan! "OK..I'm with you on this one, Mulder. I guess this is what being anti-social gets us...But...a convention called "Bonding with Your Outer Self"??? What is this crap??" "Beats me, Scully, but Kersh called me up to his office first thing this morning and ordered us to attend. Said there were no "Ands, Buts or Maybe" this time." Sighing, Scully stood up and walked over to the door leading to the hallway. Executing a neat turn, she landed the ball of paper perfectly in Mulder's beat up garbage can. "We'll see about that!" As Mulder listened to the click of her heals receding down the hallway, he smiled to himself. Thank God for red heads with tempers and flashing blue eyes. He wouldn't want to be on the receiving end of her wrath right now. Look out Kersh!! X-File Office - 10 minutes later...... Mulder stood up excitedly, doing a little dance as Scully stormed into the office, not ten minutes later. "Scully....we're off the hook!!! Great...ahhh..grea..." His celebration turned into a string of curses. "Scully, what the hell happened? Didn't you tell that SOB where to shove his convention??"" Scully replied by slamming two airline tickets on his desk, and showing him her back, as grabbing her coat, she exited the office for the second and final time in ten minutes. "See you at the airport, Mulder! Don't forget to pack your speedo!" "SHIT..SHIT..SHIT!!! was his reply to her...well..that and the sound of his battered garbage can getting the once over...AGAIN! Saturday, October 13, 2001 Somewhere over the Atlantic.... Sipping from his drink, Mulder couldn't help glance sideways at Scully, sitting beside him. The X-File's office had never seemed more far away. He had never seen Scully quite so relaxed, and he just couldn't figure it out. She had seemed so pissed off yesterday when he had shown her the memo about this convention...now here she was practically snoring beside him. Her head was falling sideways, getting closer and closer to his shoulder, and her already short skirt, was creeping steadily upward. It was this wondrous site he was contemplating, when her voice startled him out of his day dream. "See anything interesting, Mulder??" questioned Scully in a voice husky from sleep. Red color flushed his face, as he was caught red handed ogling his partner's quite beautiful legs. "I was just watching the path your drool was taking Scully. You had your mouth open and it was just pouring out of there....jeese...it was amazing to watch!" "Christ, Mulder, you are so full of it. You were staring at my legs...so tell me. What do you think??" Puzzled, Mulder starred at her. "What do I think of what?" "Just forget it, Mulder. You can be sooooo impossible sometimes. Oh..let me correct that...you are impossible all the time!" "Where abouts are we, Mulder?" Glancing at her watch, showed her they should be almost at their destination. Although where that actually was, remained a mystery, as was everything about this so-called convention. For starters, when they had arrived at the airport, they had been directed to a private jet. This had been a curiosity, but the fact that they were the only ones to board had been down right strange. They had been told little or nothing about this trip, and she had been worried. But after a great lunch and a couple of drinks, she had drifted off to sleep. She felt less anxious, now....but still and all, being the investigator she was, the questions were starting to build in her head. "Good question, Scully. I haven't a clue. But, hey..why sweat it, right? I mean if Kersh has decided to give us some down time, we should just enjoy it. I just hope to hell there are cool people at this convention, and not some stiff necked pencil pushers, trying to get all "touchy feely". I hate that crap. I swear, Scully, if we have to do any of that tower building, with only a light bulb stuff, I'll kill somebody!" "Well..if we have to do any of that huggy, get to know your neighbor stuff...I'll let you kill me, Mulder." Chuckled Scully. "Well, as long as it's you I have to get all touchy, huggy with, I'll live with it......did I tell you how great you look, Scully? Nice skirt!" "Ahhh..yeah..thanks, Mulder..I kind of noticed you were noticing my skirt. Do you want the name of the store I got it at?? Perhaps you have some kind of a fantasy going on in that big head of yours! I think they just might have your size." Lunging at her in mock attack, Mulder was suddenly thrown across her body, as the plane took a sharp right hand dip. "Mulder...get off....I can't breath..MULDER!" "Shut up...Scully! Something's wrong!" The plane leveled off, and from the cockpit came the sounds of a struggle. Before the agents could untangle themselves, the co-pilot emerged carrying what looked like two backpacks. "What's going on in there?" questioned Scully, who was trying in vain to pull her skirt to a more acceptable length. The skirt was not cooperating, and the co-pilot smiled knowingly at her. Scully felt heat in her cheeks, and Mulder, intercepting the look, cringed for what he knew was coming. "What the hell are YOU looking at?" she spat. "What are you doing out of the cockpit?" Silently the pilot just looked at her. Throwing the two packs at Mulder and Scully, the man pointed to the side exit of the plane. "If I were you, Agent Scully, I would start figuring out how to work that parachute. You have five minutes before the jump." "WHAT JUMP???" both agents yelled in unison. But the man just tapped his watch and returned to the cockpit. "Mulder...is this some kind of a sick joke Kersh has instigated? Do you have any idea what this is all about?" Jumping over Scully , Mulder didn't answer, but grabbed at the parachute and began pulling it over his shoulders. "Get outta there Scully, I don't understand what Kersh has planned for us, but I don't think it a conventional convention, get my drift? Turn around and let me get this on you. We only have...." glancing at his watch..., "two minutes to go." "You cannot be serious, Mulder. I'm not jumping out of any plane...in this skirt!" But Mulder was not listening, and as the man reappeared, he had Scully suited up and ready. "Well..I see you are smart enough to take my advice. Very good! Now step this way and we'll get you started on the remainder of your journey." As the man came closer, Mulder lunged toward him, but came face to face with his drawn weapon. "Mr. Mulder....this is not necessary. Trust me when I say this will be the most moving experience you will ever have encountered. The men in power, know what's best for you, believe me. Now...there is nothing to worry about....just count to ten after you jump, and pull the cord." The door opened with a snap, and both agents were herded toward the gaping whole. "Mulder...I've never done this before...I CAN"T just JUMP!" "I'll be here with you, Scully. I have done this before, so trust me!" And so saying, pushed her out of the plane, kicking and screaming. He was close behind her. The air rushed at her taking her breath. She felt panic taking over her body. She almost forgot to count...but not quite. At the count of ten, she pulled the cord, looked around for Mulder, and found him close beside her..as close as two parachutes would allow. Looking below, she could see nothing but water for what seemed like miles, but in the middle of it all, floated a small land mass. An Island in the Stream, so to speak. "God...there is a song called that.."thought Scully, "I must be losing my mind..God help me!" Mulder had also noticed the island, and he pointed to it, and mimed how Scully could steer the chute toward it. Actually, she was starting to enjoy the thrill of the jump, once she understood how to maneuver her craft. As she watched, the island came closer and closer. Mulder landed on the beach first, touching down without incident. Scully wasn't so lucky, and ended up face first in the sand. Stunned, she sat up, and coughed up mouthfuls of the stuff. "Hey...Scully....??? "Are you OK?" Yelled a concerned Mulder. "Don't ask, Mulder...don't ask!" She pleaded, and burst into tears. And That Had Been Yesterday.... Yeah...that had been yesterday, and this was today. And things were starting to make some sense to Fox Mulder. Sitting under a palm tree, looking out on seemingly endless blue ocean, he was beginning to see the pattern. He was remembering a conversation he had with Kersh about two weeks ago. Kersh, that bastard, whose main goal in life was to shut down the X-Files, so he could continue on with his shady business. Kersh had called Mulder into his office and asked him some questions on his relationship with Scully. Not so much his personal feelings towards his partner, more his thoughts on her knowledge of the workings of the X-Files, her beliefs and Mulder's reactions to them. He had answered sparingly, and looking back, he realized that Kersh had been planning something, even then. But....other than Kersh's desire to end the X-Files, Mulder could not understand what stranding them here would gain. Surely, others they trusted at the FBI would wonder at their absence? Skinner, The Lone Gunmen, to name a few. How would Kersh explain away their disappearance...this time?? His musings were interrupted by the appearance of a much calmer Scully. She had been scouting the island's shoreline, looking for anything that might help them get back home. Although she was not hysterical, like she had been upon landing yesterday, the slump of her normally ramrod straight shoulders, told him she had been unsuccessful. Mulder let his eyes wander slowly over his partner's figure. Gone was the groomed woman he was used to seeing. Her shoes had been lost in the jump, and her skirt torn. She had thrown away her stockings, and used her garter belt as a kind of fishing line. Surprisingly, Mulder had been able to catch some fish for them, and thanks to a secret habit of smoking, Scully's lighter had come in handy in making a fire. Just what they would do when the fluid ran out, was another thing. Make like a caveman and keep the fire going...thought Mulder!! Scully walked at the water's edge, letting the warm water foam over her toes. The salt water stung the cuts she had sustained on her morning adventure. The heat was overwhelming, and her blouse was sticking to her in places she would rather it wouldn't. Feeling Mulder's eyes on her, she turned abruptly and headed in his direction. Last night had been so surreal. Laying curled up with Mulder, for warmth, had been as exciting as it had been comforting. Even looking at him, in daylight, was making her pulse race. It was ridiculous! They had spent the past eight years together in one form or another, but suddenly, things were heating up. At least for her. Just look at him...she mused! He doesn't even have to try, and he looks like something out of a magazine. Bare feet, and boxers..boxers??? "Mulder...what did you do with your pants??" Gesturing over his shoulder towards the trees, Mulder shrugged, "Too damned hot, Scully! Besides, you did say to pack my speedo, and there is way more material in my boxers than my bathing suit." "I guess...but Mulder..." "Hey Scully...why don't you take off that blouse. Your bra, and I am assuming you are wearing one, probably covers more than your bathing suit. Unless you wear a one piece...do you Scully?" Looking uncomfortable, Scully looks anywhere but at her partner. "I can't just take off my blouse, Mulder. It wouldn't be right. Besides, maybe we'll be rescued soon, and we should be prepared!" The excuse sounded lame, even to Scully's ears. She pulled the sticky blouse off her skin, and gazed longingly at the azure water. Seeing where her gaze was heading, Mulder suddenly jumped to his feet. "Last one in is a rotten egg!" He yelled. Throwing off his shirt, he ran full speed into the waves, and letting out a war cry, he dived head first into the surf, disappearing from view. Startled, Scully only watched open mouthed. "Come on, Scully. Join me...what else is there to do?? We're on a desert island....no TV..no cell phones...no KERSH!! I don't see anyone coming anytime soon......let's enjoy it!" Seeing she was not budging, he tried another tact. "Oh..that's right...I forgot...Ms. Scully doesn't just have FUN....right, Scully?? You leave that to the other 99% of the population to do." Waving at her, he turned and began swimming away from the shore. Scully had the scary feeling, that he would just keep on swimming and leave her alone on this island. Of course, that would be impossible, since they were miles from anywhere, but as she watched his head bobbing in the water, going further and further out, she began to panic. Decision made, she began tearing off her blouse, and pushed her skirt to the sand. Looking down, she grimaced at her attire. Black lace panties and bra, were not exactly bathing suit colors, but they would have to do. She was so pale...she felt like a fish out of water. And speaking of water, it looked awfully inviting. Before she could talk some sense into herself, she ran quickly to the water's edge. The water felt wonderful, and soon she was over her head, literally, and swimming after her partner. Mulder sensed her, before he saw or heard her. Working so closely with her, over the years, had enabled him to instinctively know when she was in trouble, or when she needed him. Turning in the water, he came face to face with her. Her eyes were gleaming in challenge. Her creamy shoulders, interrupted only by black lace straps, were peeking out of the water. "Hey..Scully! Whose the rotten egg?" For an answer, Scully executed a perfect duck dive, and the sight of her delicious dernier breaking the water, mesmerized him. Leaving him vulnerable to what happened next. Without warning, he felt his boxers being ripped from his body. The pull of Scully's hands, had him under the water and when next he surfaced, he saw the view of Scully swimming frantically to shore, boxer's in tow. "Hey....get back here, Scully....don't think I won't catch you, woman..cause I will!" Shaking his head in wonder at her un-Scully- like action, he began his pursuit. Glancing over her shoulder, had Scully squealing in terror, and trying not to swallow water amid her giggles, she set out to beat Mulder to shore. Just what she would do once she got there, was not yet known. Mulder would never leave the water without his boxers, so she would have some time to decide what to do. She had him....yep, she had him big time! As she reached the shallows, Scully gained her feet, and fighting the pull of the surf, she struggled to the shore. She could hear Mulder splashing behind her, and turning for a quick look, she was startled to find him only a few yards away. Renewing her struggle, she gained the shore, and ran up the beach away from water line. Turning, she held the boxers high in the air, and did a victory dance! Mulder watched her show of victory through eyes that had become distinctly devilish. Feeling the sand hit his feet, he stood up and began walking deliberately from the water. He watched Scully's expression change from one of celebration, to one of disbelief, as more and more of his body emerged. "MULDER...do not take another step! WAIT...I'll give you your boxers...just stay in the water.....Mulder.....sta....!" Her voice gave out, as Mulder walked naked and gleaming from the ocean. He never slowed down his pace, but continued closing the gap between them. Frozen in place, she could only gaze at him in all his glory, and wait for him to reach her. Her mouth was dry, and in an attempt to rectify that, she licked her lips with her tongue. Seeing her standing there, water dripping down her body, was making Mulder hot. She was perfect....Christ...she was beautiful, standing there holding his boxers in her upraised hand. He watched her eyes darken at the sight of his arousal and he groaned as her tongue slid over her lips. That was an invitation if ever he saw one. Without giving her time to take it back, he pulled her to him. Her lips were salty and her breath mingled with his own as he explored her mouth. She had the most sexy mouth, the softest lips, the most perfect teeth...and her tongue was working magic on him. They had kissed before, but always it had seemed like they were stealing something that didn't belong to them. This was different! Maybe it was the knowledge that they were alone...totally alone, that allowed them to abandon their protocol. Maybe it was the feel of smooth skin on rigid muscles, the slide of slippery tongue over tongue. He only knew, that the feel of Agent Scully wrapping her body around his was taking away the last of his common sense. And by the sounds coming from her throat, she was fast losing hers. Forcing her eyes open, she confirmed what he had known. "I want this, Mulder......so much!" Reaching behind she unsnapped her bra, and pulled it over her shoulders. The sight of her quivering breasts caused Mulder to drop to his knees. Capturing her nipple, he sucked hard, drawing her deep into his mouth. The action caused her head to snap back in sensation, and her knees to buckle. Only his arms kept her from falling, and holding her in place, he continued his assault, taking first one breast, then the other. For both of them, it seemed a natural climax to what had always been a strange and wonderful relationship. But at the same time, it felt wicked, and daring. Whatever Kersh had in mind when he orchestrated this "conference", could he have ever imagined his two most frustrating agents doing the "wild thing" on a beach in broad daylight? The sand was gritty and the skin on Scully's tender bottom was getting raw, but she hardly noticed it. It was just part of a sensation that was fast getting out of control. Erotic texture that kept her aware of her surroundings and what was happening to her. And that in itself, was a turnon. She had never felt such frenzy, and she was literally eating Mulder alive. He was scrumptious, bitter, salty and she took it all in, and still begged for more. Her body was stretched to a breaking point.....could it ever get any better than this? "Yes...it can, Scully....just wait for it!" Answered Mulder. Unaware, she had spoken the words out loud, gasped them into his neck as he entered her over and over again. She bucked against him, the sand giving little in the way of softness. There was no getting away from the thrusts of his body or the feeling of fulfillment he was eliciting in her. "Oh my God...Mulder..Oh my God!" Was all she could force out of her mouth. She was opening up to him and inside, she felt as if all the fire in the universe they were always searching for, was trapped, just for her pleasure. Mulder's face blurred above her, and seeing her eyes begin to glaze over, he quickly turned her over to lay on top of him. The change in position caused a scream to rip from her throat! The sound of her screams, brought Mulder full circle, and it was his turn to yell, as her body wrapped around him, showing no mercy. He had just found all the answers to all the questions he had ever asked. "Scully...!" He gasped. "Scully!" Moaning, as sensations engulfed her, Scully could only hold on to him, and hope she would live to tell the tale. How much more could she take? Her answer came moments later, as she reached her final climax and clung to Mulder for what seemed like hours, trying to get the breath back into her lungs. Mulder lay unmoving...."Dear God..was he dead?" He lay still..but pressing her ear to his heart, she could hear the strong beat, and knew he was still with her. Why she had thought otherwise, was beyond her comprehension. "Mulder?" She whispered. "What?" he rasped. "What just happened?" she asked with her perfect eyebrow arched at him. "We just made the most amazing love I've ever experienced, Scully, and all I can say is "WOW"! "WOW?? That's it?" "Mulder, I'm disappointed in you...!" Rolling over on top of her, Mulder pinned her to the sand beneath them. Christ, she fit so perfectly against him. Looking down, he let his gaze roam over her naked skin. Creamy, milky skin....so delicious to look at...so wondrous to taste. "Well...let me put it another way, Scully. Let me show you what I can't seem to put into words." As she looked into his blue eyes, she saw the answer she sought, and with her mouth, she met his and they began to show each other just what this conference had taught them. ........ Now just how long these two agents remained on this particular desert island, is a mystery. They did eventually return to civilization...since they did appear on the X-Files again...but we will never really know why Kersh dropped them there in the first place. Perhaps he knew what was smouldering just below the service, and by throwing them together in the most romantic of settings pushed forward what was meant to be. Of course, Kersh wasn't just interested in the romantic side of this couple. Look what that ‘conference' brought about?? A pregnancy, a birth, and the eventual removal of Mulder from the X-Files. Now with Mulder gone and Scully busy with motherhood, the X-Files are his for the taking. Ohhhhh that Kersh! Doesn't he just frost you?? The End