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!! ***************************** 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.