Distraction
by Eiluned
X-Files, non-shipper. Set after Clyde Bruckman's Final Repose.
For rohandove. [tries to think of anything other than Skinner naked] ;)
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"Auto-erotic asphyxiation?"
"Damn it, Scully, if you mention that again--"
She turned her head to the car window to hide her smile. "I'm not teasing you, Mulder. I'm just trying to... develop a mental image."
He glanced away from the road long enough to waggle his eyebrows. "Why, Scully. Are you imagining me masturbating?"
Scully tried to think of a few witty comebacks, but they all died on her tongue. Died. "Not really. I'm just trying to get my mind off of... things."
Mulder nodded, reached over and squeezed her hand. That was what she needed right then. Distraction.