Title: Horny Halloween
Author: Molyneaux 
Rating: There's no sex but a large amount of flirting and
romance. I'd rate it as being a R.
Beware this contains Humour!

Disclaimer: Mulder, Scully, Skinner and the Lone Gunmen
belong to Chris Carter, 1013 Productions and FOX network.
I am only borrowing them for a while so loosen up!!


Summary: Mulder and Scully play at trick or treating each
other on Halloween.

Author's Notes: 
* This story is in response to the Halloween FanFic
Challenge and does contain a mask - just about!

* It's a Mulder/Scully, type of story, so don't read if you
don't like that kind of thing! Mulder and Scully and
Skinner are slightly out of character so again if you
don't like that kind of thing - don't read this story!!

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FBI Headquarters
Basement Office
October 31st
3.21pm

Scully looked up from her computer as Mulder fell through
the door of their office. The pumpkin he had been
balancing on top of some files went flying across the
office towards her. She reached out quickly to defend
herself from the flying pumpkin and deflected it using her
hands away from her and towards Mulder on the floor.

"Ow! Scully!!" he cried as the pumpkin hit him squarely
in the lap.

Scully took her hands away from her head and found Mulder
sitting in agony on the floor.

"Whoops, sorry Mulder," she said trying her best not to
laugh at her partner.

"Thanks, there goes my night of wild passion with the
local blood sucking vampire," he said recovering from the
blow of the pumpkin and picking himself up off the floor.

"I'm sure its not that bad Mulder, you want me to take a
look at it for you?" she asked with an innocent look on
her face.

Mulder couldn't help grinning at the thought of her
suggestion. He quickly made his way to his desk as his
imagination started to go into over drive thinking about
Scully. He was glad to find that there was no serious
damage to the lower part of his anatomy as he carefully
lowered himself into his chair trying to control his
lustful thoughts.

Scully looked on in amusement at the discomfort her
suggestion was having on her partner. She chuckled to
herself as she made her way over to Mulder's desk her hips
swinging seductively - this could be fun. She stopped in
front of his desk and planted her hands on each end the
desk and leaned over placing her chest purposely in
Mulder's eye line.

He gulped some oxygen in to his lungs so he didn't faint
before meeting Scully's gaze. He couldn't believe the
effect she was having on him. She was definitely playing
a dangerous game.

"Erm, Scully..." Was all he could manage to get out.

"Yes Mulder?" she purred. "Is their anything I can do
for you?"

Mulder could think of plenty of things she could do for
him, but instead of voicing his ideas he decided to change
the subject.

"Oh yes, how about coming over to my place tonight, we
could even get dressed up and go trick or treating."

Scully grinned devilishly, "Sure, that's sounds like fun
and if we get board I'm sure I can think of something to
treat *you* to."

Mulder swallowed nervously not looking forward to the
coming evening. He had no idea what had gotten into
Scully today, but two could definitely play at that game.

Scully walked out of the office smiling to herself. She
had him right where she wanted him. All she had to do now
was send the e-mail and everything would be set for
tonight.

Mulder watched her walk out of the office and had an idea.
He grinned to himself as he picked up the phone and
dialled the number.

 *****
 
 
Washington DC
Mulder's Apartment
October 31st
6.56pm

Mulder snapped his red devil's mask with little horns onto
his face before answering the door. Not bothering to look
though the peep-hole, knowing it would be Scully he opened
the door.

"Arrhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!" screamed the man standing in
front of Mulder.

Mulder looked at the man and suddenly realised that
instead of Scully his neighbour was stood in front of him.

"Oh, I'm sorry Mr Kagorsky. I'm expecting a friend," said
Mulder hastily removing his devil's mask and putting his
fork down.

"Erm...what can I do for you?" Slightly recovered, he
managed to speak.

"I was just wondering if I could borrow some coffee as
I've run out....but it doesn't really matter if your
busy!" he said peering at Mulder's tight fitting red
outfit and long cloak.

"It's okay, no problem. I'm sorry I was expecting a
friend," said Mulder going into his kitchen in search of
some coffee. He finally emerged with a jar of coffee and
handed it to his neighbour.

"There you go," he said.

"Thanks and err...have a good night," he said peering
round Mulder's tall frame to make sure there was nothing
satanic going on in the apartment.

"Night," said Mulder closing the door and replacing his
devil's mask. He retrieved his plastic fork and sat down
to wait for Scully's arrival wondering what she would be
wearing.

 *****
 
Washington DC
Scully's apartment
October 31st
6.56pm


Scully was late. She quickly applied a very generous coat
of dark red lipstick and looked a herself in the full
length mirror. This was definitely going to make Mulder
uncomfortable, she grinned at the thought of what she had
in store for him tonight. She couldn't think of a better
night for it - he was after all 'Spooky Mulder'. She
grabbed her car keys and a bottle of red wine and rushed
out her apartment.

Scully looked in her rear-view mirror at the flashing
lights of the police car. She'd only been slightly over
the speed limit why weren't these damn cops out catching
real criminals. She sighed as she pulled over and wound
down the window. As she watched the young cop approach
she spotted her fangs sitting on the dash board and
suddenly had an idea. She popped the plastic fangs into
her mouth and waited.

"Good evening ma'am are you aware that you were driving
over the speed limit?" asked the young cop.

Scully looked up at him her eyes sweeping down his body.
Not bad, she thought to herself, he looked a bit like
Mulder.

"I'm very sorry, I didn't realise," she said smiling
sexily at the young cop and showing her fangs for extra
impact. The young cop who had only just taken in the whole
appearance of the woman sat the car didn't know what to
say. He was breath taken. She was gorgeous. He'd always
had a thing for redheads.

"Well, I'll...I'll just give you a warning this time..."
He managed. "...good night," he said regaining his
composure.

"Good night...and thank you," she said huskily dying to
laugh at the young man's stunned expression.

 *****
 
Washington DC
Mulder's Apartment
October 31st
7.08pm


Mulder jumped at the sound of knocking on his door. He
had been day dreaming about his bed, his partner and a
pair of handcuffs. He got up and opened the door. He
couldn't move. She looked stunning. His eyes swept
appreciatively over her body and he was thankful he had a
mask on or she would have been able to see what he
imagined would be an extremely goofy look on his face.

"Is that a gun in those lovely tight pants of yours or
are you just pleased to see me?" she asked with a grin
that shook Mulder out of his trance.

"Why don't you investigate?" he asked grinning behind his
mask.

"Mmm...I might just take you up on that offer," she said
as he invited her into his apartment.

 "Nice costume Mulder, you look as horny as ever," she
joked looking at his mask.

"Who wouldn't be around you," he retorted. She smiled
sexily and handed him the bottle of wine.

 "Ahh...Blood red, just what you like I assume," he said
looking at her vampire costume - she'd obviously been
reading his mind or his fantasies. Her fiery red hair
contrasting with the black skimpy outfit made her look
even more fierce than the vampires he'd come across.

"Mmm...." was all she said as she followed the firm lines
of his muscles through his tight fitting costume with her
eyes.

"See anything you like?" He grinned behind his mask
finding that wearing a mask and a costume was making it a
lot easier to forget about work and the bureau rules.

"Oh definitely Agent Mulder," she said with a small
smile. Mulder walked through to his kitchen and found two
wine glasses at the back of a cupboard.

"Glass of blood red wine my dear?" asked Mulder, bowing
slightly and making a sweeping motion towards the couch.

"Oooh, yes please," said Scully as she sat down lazily on
Mulder's couch.

Mulder poured two glasses of wine and handed one to her
before sitting down next to her on the couch. He picked
up the TV remote and flicked through the channels until he
found what he wanted. He settled down and started
watching the movie deliberately. Wondering what Scully's
reaction would be he stole a side ways glance and found
her watching the film with a enigmatic smile on her face.
He turned back to the TV wondering what she was thinking
about.

Scully had sighed inwardly when Mulder had picked up the
remote expecting a black and white Sci-Fi movie. However
she was pleasantly surprised when Mulder stopped on this
channel although she should have expected it from Mulder
really.

Mulder was getting slightly board. He'd already seen this
film a least five times - not that he didn't enjoy
watching the two employees fuck their boss senseless in
the conference room.

Scully watched captivated. Jesus, had the makers of the
film pulled this fantasy out of her head? She felt the
heat rise to her face and she suddenly wished she had a
mask on. It was all right for Mulder she couldn't see his
face, however other parts of his body were definitely
giving him away at this point. Scully grinned as she
watched him reposition himself on the couch to try and
make himself more comfortable.

After another few minutes the adverts came on and Scully
didn't think she'd ever be able to think of her handcuffs
in the same way again, nevermind her boss.

She plucked up the courage to look at Mulder and found him
starring at her. His eyes dark with passion. She reached
over and slowly removed his mask, her hands brushing along
the side of his face and trailing along his five o'clock
shadow. She dropped the mask on the floor not wanting to
break eye contact with Mulder. One of her hands still
lingered on his face and she slipped it behind his neck
entwining her fingers in his hair as she pulled his face
towards to hers. There lips met in a kiss that sent
shivers down to her groin.

Mulder - not for the first time that night - wished he'd
worn something less tight fitting.

Scully pulled away from Mulder her breathing coming in
shallow gasps. She smiled sexily as she reached to unhook
his cloak from his round his neck. The cloak fell to the
ground and she traced the muscles of his chest through his
skinny T-shirt. Her hands reached his waist line and ran
lightly over the bulge in his jeans.

Mulder moaned at Scully's touch. He wanted more than ever
at that moment to rip all her clothes off and make
passionate love to her. He leaned up slightly off the
couch and she took the opportunity to pull his T-shirt
over his head.

He began to undress her, touching and tasting ever exposed
area of skin he could as she writhed and moaned. She
began to become impatient as she tugged on his jeans. He
stopped his ministrations and helped her with his jeans.

Mulder clad only in his black silk boxers finished
undressing Scully until she was only left wearing her
skimpy black lace panties and black lace bra.

He pulled away from her slightly and said huskily,

"Trick or treat?"

She looked at him slightly puzzled. Then the door to
Mulder's bedroom opened and the three Lone Gunmen piled
out into Mulder's living room.

"Wahoo! Agent Scully, you really are hot!" said Frohike.

Scully looked at Mulder and for a split second he thought
she was going to shoot him again. Then she started
giggling. Mulder looked at her. He hadn't expected this
reaction.

"Scully, are you all right?" he asked tentatively.

"Oh, yeah I'm fine Mulder." She giggled. "It looks like
we both tricked each other tonight!"

"Err...what do you mean?" asked Mulder getting really
worried. As far as he could tell nothing had happened to
him.....yet.

"I sent an e-mail to Skinner from you saying that you were
bi and wanted to sleep with him tonight and that he should
come round at around eight."

"What!?" asked Mulder. "Your kidding right?" he asked
hopefully wondering how he was going to explain this one
to his boss tomorrow.

Scully looked at him and laughed even harder.

"Scully!" said Mulder getting desperate. He looked at
his watch, 7.59pm.

As the display changed to 8.00pm there was a knock at the
door. Mulder looked at Scully and the Lone Gunmen
desperately.

"Why don't you put your mask back on Mulder, he might
think your not home," said Scully trying to control her
laughter. "Or alternatively...." She paused trying not to
laugh so hard.

"What!?" shouted Mulder

"You could always invite him in and have a good time."
She said laughing even harder.

"MULDER! Wake up!" He could hear the voice from far
away.

Mulder jerked awake suddenly to find himself in his
office. He looked round to find Scully stood right in
front of his desk. He jumped involuntary.

"Mulder come on we've got to go and see Skinner," she
said.

"Why?" he asked suspiciously thinking back to what he
hoped had been a dream.

"He wants to quiz us about our expenses from our last
case," she said starting to get exasperated.

"Oh, right. Er... Scully, do you want to go to the
bureau's Halloween party tonight?" he asked tentatively.

"Okay, though I would have thought you would have been
staying in or going out UFO spotting on the spookiest
night of the year," said Scully grinning.

"I just don't feel like staying in, that's all," he
replied trying to forget his dream.

As they walked into Skinner's office Scully grinned and
turned round to Mulder, "By the way Mulder, you talk in
your sleep."

Mulder froze. Did she know what he'd been dreaming about?
Nah. She was probably just winding him up.

Scully sat down in front of Skinner. He was actually
quite sexy, she was surprised she'd hadn't noticed before.
Mulder had good taste after all.

The end.