tiny wee ficlet (note date. note way it predates other stuff)
This was originally longer but the more I cut of it, the more I liked it. It also pre-dates another extremely similar POFS*. It was posted to a list on which a BNF lurked. She later did the same scenario but hers was more fleshed out and within the context of a longer story -- a story which I actually like a great deal.
I have noticed that particular writer often uses scenarios other writers have done first and fleshes them out but since she invariably does it better, it seems churlish to moan. I just want to do the equivalent of the internet moron post-response and yell "first!"
*point of first shag
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PUERTO RICO, 1994
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It was too humid to sleep in San Juan's airport hotel and their flights
left soon. Separate planes. She was taking the tape.
He was waiting for "this was a mistake" but all she said was "either step
away from the window or close the drapes."
No clues in her tone.
"Worried about snipers, Scully?"
"You're naked. I'm worried you'll scare someone."
He laughed, startled, sat on the bed. Fingers intertwined on dingy sheets.
"We won't do this again, will we?"
"Would you really want to, Mulder? Honestly?"
Honestly? No. It was a danger too far for her and he needed to travel
light.
He sighed. "It's just... I have the work."
"And you have me. It's fine." She caressed his face. "We'll blame the
adrenaline. Just promise we won't be ..." she spat the word, "*polite*
with each other."
"When am I ever polite?" He kissed her fingers, moved away.
Drew the line.
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