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AUTHORS' NOTES II:  This little vignette actually started out as a conversation
on AIM about how it was always important to have your best ‘Scully suit’
pressed, for whenever you may need it.  Then it turned into why Scully needed
her best suit to be pressed.  We digress.

If she had learned one thing on her years on the X-Files, it was to ALWAYS have her best suits pressed.  Never knowing when she’d have to be smartly dressed and have to run out the door at last minute, she thought that it was
a good thing to be dressed smartly when one had to save the world from a government conspiracy. . .or an alien invasion. . .or both.

Simultaneously.

Mostly, being dressed smart helped her keep her cover of a cool, confident demeanor while internally, she fought down the urges to screw senseless her frustrating, but albeit sexy as hell, partner.

Until one night, the urge became more than she could handle, even with the guise aided by her best suit, freshly pressed.  Prior, her frustration had mounted as he stubbornly refused to give in to her rationalizations.  All the while, as she became more irritated with him, she became more aroused as both their tempers rose.  As they made their way back to the nondescript motel, contrasted greatly with her professional dress, their arguments progressed until they both became flushed and breathed heavily.  Before either could prove one another wrong, they were in a sweaty, tangled, naked heap on top of a rumpled cheap bedspread.  Like her suit, her walls keeping him out were
crumpled and torn.

Frantically pulling at one another's lips, the need became so dire that it overcame them.  Fearing that at any moment reason may seep into their pores and force them to realize what is happening between them, they decide to end it, before it had a chance to begin.

In sudden realization that they finally crossed that impossible line, they separate as if on fire and awkwardly departed for the night to their respective rooms.  However, their skin still tingled at the shared titillating touches and the smell of sex continued to permeate their brains.

While lying cold and unfeeling in their respective beds, they both yearned for the warmth of another body.  Unknowingly they collectively sigh with longing.  Both rose, giving in to their perpetual need for the other to meet
once more as one.  In the doorway which separates their rooms their joining this time was not similar to the first, acting as frenzied teens, scared of being caught, but as the two souls they were, united in both spirit and mind.

Though they didn't make it to the bed, it was in that doorway, with him on the ground and she impaled on his lap, they shared the most intimate of acts and exchanged the most intimate of words.  As they both tumbled over the edge together, a passionate kiss was used to seal a silent promise they made to each other in their heart, completely understood and coveted by both.

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Fin
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