Title: "HAND JOB"
Author: Janet F. Caires-Lesgold, based on an original idea by Pamala
e-mail: jfc@freeshell.org
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Archive: By permission only
Rating: PG, despite the title
Category: VH
Spoilers: Not very many
Timeframe: Not very important
Keywords: MSR? Not really
Summary: Mulder does something to Scully he's never done before
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a followup to my recent submission, "The Rape". Our very own Pamala attempted to write a followup to it, but I liked her idea so much, I ran with it myself. My thanks and apologies to Pamala!
DISCLAIMER: These characters belong to Chris Carter, 1013 Productions, and the whole X-Files gang, not to me. This story is just for the entertainment of my online friends and myself, not for any profit.
COPYRIGHT: (C) October 6, 1999, Janet F. Caires-Lesgold, jfc@freeshell.org
Please don't redistribute or alter this story in any way without the express permission of the author. Thank you very much.
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"Is it wet enough?"
"Yeah, it should be fine."
"Do I have to wear the rubber..."
"Shut up, Mulder. It's for your own protection."
*kkkk-snap!*
"Yowch!"
"You don't *have* to snap the gloves just because they do it on TV, Mulder!"
"Where's the instructions?"
"I don't know. I've been doing this by myself for so long, I never look at the instructions anymore."
"This is my first time, Scully. Be gentle with me."
"Wait a minute. Let me take my blouse off."
"I like this already."
"How old are you? Twelve? Now hand me that towel."
"What's the towel for?"
"This is gonna get messy."
"I like it even better. It says I need to put this in there."
"So let's do it, Mulder."
*glub glub glub*
"Stop, Mulder! Stop! It's too much!"
"Will it be okay?"
"Yeah. It's fine, Mulder. I'll get used to it."
"How long is this supposed to last?"
"Oh, it's usually long enough. Until I get tired of it."
"Why do you do it if you get tired of it, Scully?"
"Trust me, Mulder--you don't want to see me go without for very long..."
"Okay! Here goes..."
*gloop glop glorp*
"How does that feel?"
"Hurry up! It's gonna..."
"Ah... Now I see why I needed the prophylactic..."
"Rubber gloves, Mulder. Now massage it. Don't be afraid to rub too hard."
*squish squish squish*
"How's that, Scully?"
"Mmmmmm... That's right."
*squish squish squish squish*
"Is that good?"
"Ohhhh, yeah! Wait a minute. Lemme see..."
"See what?"
"You missed a spot."
"Where?"
"There."
"There?"
"No, there."
"Oh. There, right?"
"Yeah, Mulder. That's it. Right... ewww."
"Ewwww? Am I doing something wrong?"
"No, just go ahead. It'll be fine later."
"You sure?"
"Yes, Mulder. Now keep rubbing."
*squish squish*
"No, Mulder. Put your back into it!"
*squish squish squish squish*
"Is that it?"
"Yeah, that's pretty good."
"Pretty good? How do we know when I'm done?"
"It'll get all hot and tingly."
"I thought I got you all hot and tingly anyway, Scully."
"Shut up, Mulder."
"Am I doing this right?"
*squishety squish squish*
"Yeah. Oooo. Yow... That's it, Mulder! You can stop now."
"I don't wanna stop now."
"Well you have to."
"Why?"
"Because you'll ruin it."
"Now what, Scully? I want to make you happy."
"Now we sit and wait."
"For what?"
"For the color to take hold."
"This is fun! You should have asked me to help with this before!"
"I'm glad you like it. Otherwise I'd be mousy brown."
"We couldn't have that."
*kkkk-snap!*
"You're gonna need those again later when we rinse the dye out of my hair, Mulder."
"What made you pick number 57, Scully? What was wrong with 56?"
"You wouldn't understand."
"How long until we see if it worked?"
"About twenty-five minutes to a half an hour."
"Then we'll see if number 57 is the color for you?"
"Yeah, Mulder. I want to believe..."
THE END
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