Title: Hot Chocolate Author: AV E-Mail: avxfiles@geocities.com Classification: Spenderfic! Content: Spenderfic, Scully/Spender Spoilers: -- Archive: Anywhere, just tell me! Disclaimer: They're not mine. Chris Carter owns them. Summary: The sequel to Sandie's (SandieSG@aol.com) "Solstice." Author's Note: I need feedback. Drovar, I know you're out there... how was it? Kristina? Meg? Dedications: Everyone at Spenderfic list! -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Hot Chocolate By AV -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Scully got to Spender's house in a half hour. Just like she said she would. "Welcome to my humble abode," Spender chirped. "Would you like some hot chocolate?" "Yes," her eyes lit up. "How did you know I liked hot chocolate?" "Lucky guess," he muttered, blushing. He knew it because of the time he spent looking at her at work. He could have said what her favorite work outfit was. "Pretty good guess," she smiled, and sat down on a couch. She held the warm drink close to her face and smelled it. She always did this. She would then take a tiny sip . . . not big at all . . . and test the temperature with her tongue. If it was too hot, she would let it sit, taking small sips every so often. If it was too cold, she would drink it all in relatively big gulps. He knew this in advance, so he made it the right temperature. She took a sip, looked up, and smiled at him. "So," Spender said. "What did you want to talk about?" He wiped his wet hair back. It still hadn't dried after 30 minutes. He didn't own a hair dryer, so that could have been the problem. "Ah, yes," she sat up straight. "I just wanted to say that I'm leaving Mulder as a partner and I want to team up with you." She pouted her lips provocatively. "Uhhh..." He was speechless. "Say nothing," she got up and came over to him . . . placing her finger over his lips. "I love you, and I want to make love to you." "You want to . . . " he stuttered. "Yes-s-s . . . " she moaned. She leant him back, and slowly began to take off her dress. "Thunk!" "Ow!" Spender let out a cry of pain. He opened his eyes. He observed his surrounding. He was in the shower. He had fallen asleep in the shower! He was lying across the tub and a bottle fell right on his head. He sighed. Of course what happened in his dream was too good to me true. He sighed again, and began to finish rinsing his hair. ~~AV~~