TITLE: Black Silk Boxers
AUTHOR: salliejohns
CATEGORY: MSR, Scully POV
RATING: Appropriate for ages 13 and older
SPOILERS: None
FEEDBACK: Favorable feedback will be cherished at
[email protected]; negative feedback will just make me cry, so
please don't bother.
DISCLAIMER: The characters in this story belong to some combination
of Chris Carter, FOX, and 1013 Productions.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: This is a companion piece, of sorts, to my story
"The Thong." It's not necessary to read that in order to appreciate
this, but I'd love it if you did.
You can find it here:
http://www.geocities.com/salliejohns927/TheThong.html
BETA THANKS: Thanks to my dear friend Shoshana for her
lightning-like beta services.
DEDICATION: This is for my darling Deia. Happy birthday,
sweetheart.
Black Silk Boxers by salliejohns
Mulder's birthday is tomorrow. I have one afternoon to pick out a
gift he'll smile over, and promptly forget about. Just this once,
I'd like to find something for Mulder that he'd really like--
something that has nothing to do with aliens, conspiracies, or that
video collection he used to spend so much time with. I think I may
have actually come up with an idea for something he might enjoy and
never expect. I just have to overcome my reticence and go ahead and
buy it.
Actually, the plan itself isn't that daunting--as an FBI agent, I've
faced far scarier challenges. It's just that this whole
"relationship thing" is still so new, and I'm simply not comfortable
with the idea of waltzing boldly into a store and purchasing a pair
of men's underwear. Sexy men's underwear.
Oh God, why didn't I have a glass of wine instead of a cup of coffee
before I left for the mall?
OK. I can do this; I'm sure I can. When Mulder gifted me with that
box of skimpy thongs that he likes me to wear, he was so pleased with
himself I thought he was going to burst into song. I'm sure he
didn't stand outside the store nearly paralyzed with fear before his
purchase. Men can be such show-offs. I like to keep things a little
more, uh, discreet.
I'm an adult. I'm allowed to buy a pair of boxer shorts, for
goodness sakes. I'll just ask that older gentleman to help me. He's
probably sold so many pairs of underwear that this won't mean a thing
to him. I need a second to compose myself though--this is definitely
*not* the time to start thinking about how Mulder looks in his boxers,
with all that smooth, golden skin, and those hard muscles on his
upper arms and chest. Mmmmm. . .Mulder's chest, with those nipples
that I love to play with, and that line of hair that leads down the
center of his belly and disappears. . . .Good grief, Dana! Get hold
of yourself, before you say or do something embarrassing. And wipe
the silly grin off your face.
"Yes, these will be fine." They feel amazing. *Mulder* will feel
amazing. . . "What?" Concentrate, Dana. "No, I don't need them
wrapped, thank you." I'm not sure I'll even give them to Mulder.
Of course I don't have anything else for him, and these really are
perfect. Speaking of perfect, I'll bet these boxers will really hug
that perfect, firm butt of his. Oh brother, I am so far gone it's
pathetic.
XXXXX
Well obviously the decision not to wrap was a good call. And
really, everything turned out all right, despite my misgivings. More
than all right, in fact. I can still see the way Mulder's face lit
up with delight when I walked into his bedroom carrying a cupcake,
candle burning, humming "Happy Birthday," wearing nothing but his
brand, new pair of black silk boxers. It turned out to be quite a
celebration after all.
fin