TITLE:  Road Trip
AUTHOR:  salliejohns
CATEGORY:  Vignette, MSR
RATING:  PG-13
SPOILERS:  None, set season seven-ish
FEEDBACK:  [email protected]
DISCLAIMER:  Alas, they are not mine...
AUTHOR'S NOTES:  At the end of the story
BETA THANKS:  To the lovely and talented Shoshana--eternal gratitude
DEDICATION:  This teensy little story is dedicated to my wonderful
friend Char, on the occasion of her 35th birthday.  ;)

Road Trip
By sallie

Watching her drive was a guilty pleasure--it had been from the very
beginning.  She was so small that the seat had to be pulled all the
way forward in order for her to reach the pedals.  Mulder still
wasn't sure she could see all the way over the dashboard, but he knew
better than to worry about that out loud.  

Scully never was very gracious when people cast aspersions on her
ability because of her size.  On more than one occasion, Mulder had
seen his dimunitive partner command the respect she deserved from her
peers, with nothing more than a few caustic comments and her
exceptional investigative skill.  With him she wasn't as ruthless.
Usually a carefully arched eyebrow worked nicely to remind him that
size was not usually worth mentioning.

If the truth be told, riding along with Scully driving was always
somewhat disconcerting, if only because he invariably ended up with
his poor legs bent into an uncomfortably acute angle, his chin
practically resting on his knees.  Scully didn't insist on driving
all that often, mindful of the toll it took on her partner, but
Mulder was still inordinately pleased when the old, standard, bench
seats were replaced by individually adjustable bucket seats.   

Once the bucket seats became the norm, Mulder was able to stretch
out and relax a bit when Scully took a turn behind the wheel.  With
comfort assured, he was free to consider other things.  Certainly
there were instances when Mulder was busy profiling a suspect, or
reflecting on various aspects of the particular case they were
investigating at the time.  Once in a while though, Mulder's thoughts
turned to Scully.  Just Scully.  How her red hair glowed like fire
when struck by the sun's rays. How she sometimes worried her lower
lip with her teeth and tongue as she drove. And if the weather was
nice, and the windows were open, how she might remove her jacket so
that the wind rushing through the passenger compartment would mold
her prim, sleeveless shell to her perfect breasts.  

Now Scully's breasts were noteworthy even when they weren't outlined
by silk crepe, but when they were, ahh... they were truly something
to behold.  Once or twice Mulder swore he could just discern the
outline of erect nipples pressing against Scully's shirt.  At times
like that it was all he could do to keep from openly staring at his
partner's chest.  He'd find himself drifting into delightful reveries
featuring Scully and those incredible nipples.  In his daydreams,
they were hard, rose-coloured nubs, atop flawless breasts, creamy and
inviting.  

"Mulder, you're staring."

"Huh, what?  Oh, sorry, Scully.  I was just thinking about the case."

"Mulder, we haven't even gotten to St. Johnsville yet.  We know
almost nothing about the case."

Mulder was busted.  He knew it, and what's more, Scully knew it.
Her voice wasn't especially harsh though, and when Mulder chanced a
glance in her direction, he was certain he saw her lips turned up
just a bit on the ends.  He settled himself back in his seat and
faced the road ahead, a wide grin on his elegant face.  After all
this time on the road, he never thought he'd enjoy the journey so
much.

fin

AUTHOR'S NOTES:  This was written in response to a fic challenge
posted by Robin on Believe The Truth.  The challenge element was to
use the sentence  "After all this time on the road, he never thought
he'd..."