The ThongTITLE: The Thong
CATEGORY: MSR, vignette
RATING: R for one bad word and implied sexual activity
SPOILERS: None. This takes place sometime during season seven.
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DISCLAIMER: Sadly, the characters in this story do not belong to me.
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Scully's sleeping on her stomach, wearing nothing
but a lavender satin thong. I know she's exhausted
and really needs to sleep, but she looks so damned
sexy that it's taking all my willpower to keep from
jumping her bones with little more than a "Honey,
I'm home" to warm her up.
She expects me to wake her when I arrive. I know
this because a thong isn't Scully's typical choice
of attire. Plus, she never sleeps almost naked like
Scully's recent sleepwear of choice is one of my
t-shirts, and she likes the comforter that's folded
neatly on the chair by the window, on the bed,
pulled all the way up to her chin. This is
completely out of character for my Scully.
Scully is wearing the thong because I bought it for
her. It's my favorite of several pairs I picked up
at Victoria's Secret one lonely afternoon when
Scully and her mother were visiting Maggie's elderly
aunt in Boston.
They were gone for two days, and I was missing Scully
like crazy, so I decided to buy her something
frivolous and sexy to celebrate her return home.
When I saw this particular thong in the window, I
knew I had to have it. I based my decision not so
much on the fact that I thought Scully might like it,
but because when I saw it, I had a sudden visual of it
on that amazing ass of hers.
I knew Scully wasn't a thong kind of girl, but I kept
picturing those creamy ivory cheeks of hers with that
teensy scrap of lavender satin between them. It was
all I could do to keep myself from hyperventilating
there in the store. Oh yeah, I was hooked. I was so
hooked, that I bought several pairs in various colours.
I had the woman who waited on me wrap the box extra
fancy, and I was so excited about presenting it, that
I brought it to the airport when I picked up Scully
and her mother.
I waited until we dropped Maggie off at her place,
watching in awe while my beautiful and brilliant
partner politely explained to her mother why we
couldn't join her for dinner. The truth was, Scully
and I had already gone over our notes on the Anderson
case in excruciating detail, so she was really just
making an excuse.
It was then that I realized that Scully had missed me
almost as much as I had missed her, and was possibly
just as horny as I was. <Damn Scully, you sure know
how to make a guy feel special, not to mention the
knack you have of making him hard without saying a
I gave Scully the present as soon as we were back in
the car, and I still remember the look of surprised
delight on her face. She gave me one of those
gorgeous, full-blown Scully smiles, the kind she
reserves just for me.
In retrospect, I think Scully was more thrilled with
the thought that I had bought her a present than she
was with the actual gift itself. To her credit, that
megawatt smile barely dimmed, but the humor in her
voice was unmistakable.
"Thongs, Mulder?" she'd remarked dryly. I could almost
hear the "You shouldn't have."
I remember my answer, too. "Don't think of them as
thongs Scully, think of them as satin frames for your
Call me sentimental, but I think her "Mulder, I'm
touched," was completely sincere. I know the kiss
she gave me was authentic, and I remember that I felt
its effects from my lips and tongue all the way down
to the tip of my, uh...but I digress. Boy, do I
So, as I was saying, there's the delectable Agent
Scully, naked but for that lavender thong, waiting
for me to come home and wake her up. I know without
a doubt that she put on that thong for me. Then
she went to sleep without even a sheet to cover her,
because she wants me to see her wearing it. She
wants me to see her wearing the thong because, well,
she wants me.
Incredible as it may seem--and believe me, I'm still
getting used to the idea--Dana Katherine Scully wants
me, and it feels so fucking good that I'm just
standing here, grinning like an idiot. An idiot that's
going to cover Scully so she doesn't get chilled,
lying there all exposed and vulnerable like that.
Uh huh, I'm going to cover her, but not with the
fluffy comforter that she used to use, but with the
warm, naked Mulder that she's been using lately. Oh
yeah, it's gonna happen, just as soon as I get rid of
these clothes I'm wearing, and I carefully remove
Scully's sexy, purple thong. With my teeth.
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