Message-ID: <35ACD7EA.37B@wmcstations.com> Date: Wed, 15 Jul 1998 16:25:19 +0000 From: Lyle Bontrager Reply-To: lbontger@wmcstations.com X-Mailer: Mozilla 3.01Gold (Macintosh; I; PPC) MIME-Version: 1.0 To: lbontger@wmcstations.com Subject: Odd Habits--The Resolution (1/1) Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Title: Odd Habits--The Resolution (1/1) Author: RM >lbontger@wmcstations.com< Disclaimer: Mulder and Scully belong to CC, 1013, and Fox. No fringe is intended. THIS IS NOT IN FIRST PERSON LIKE THE OTHERS!!!!!!!!! Notes: MSR, Alternate Universe--Okay this is the end of Odd Habits, however, I will keep writing the stories until we eventually get up to this last one. It's kind of like letting you read the end of the book when you're only fifteen pages in to see if you like it or not. CAUTION:::::If you don't want to know how their odd habits end, then don't read this story until I've finished everything::::::: ~~~~~ Odd Habits--The Resolution ~~~~~ "Mulder, stop." "Why? It's fun." "Maybe for you, but I'm sure the poor woman is annoyed." "That's okay. She knows I'm just messing with her." Scully sighed and pushed his hands back to his side of the seat as the flight attendant made her way past them. He frowned. "Spoil sport." "Mulder, shut up." He gaped at her, then laughed, as if she was making some huge joke that really had no bearing at all on their present situation. The little propeller plane rolled a bit with the stormclouds they were attempting to manuever around, and she clutched the sides of her seat. He grinned like a maniac. "Need a barf bag, Scully?" "Shut up, Mulder. If I throw-up, rest assured I will throw up on you." "Oh thanks, Scully. Just what I wanted to hear. You throw up on me, I'm guaranteed to hurl on you." She moved her head away from him and closed her eyes. If she just didn't look, she'd be okay. "Ooh, Scully, look at that. We're like perpindicular to the ground. I can see everything!" "Oh, Mulder! Shut up!" He smirked again and took her hand. "Don't worry, I'll save you." "Whatever. If I make it through this flight, it'll be a miracle." He lifted his eyebrows and wagged them suggestively at her. "If *I* get through this flight, it'll be a miracle." She rolled her eyes. "Control yourself." "I'm trying, I'm trying." Mulder sat back in his seat and kept a hold of her hand, running his fingers along her thumb. "But wasn't it worth it?" She glanced at him, frowning. "Wasn't what worth it?" "San Pedro. Worth the flying in tiny propeller planes that make you queasy." She smiled archly back at him, forcing the rolling of her stomach to quiet a bit so she could focus her attention on his pitiful look. "Yes, San Pedro was definitely worth it. Although, since we spent the first few days inside, I don't see how we couldn't have done that somewhere closer to home. Like within driving distance." "What's the fun in a honeymoon close to home?" "Hmm. Maybe you're saved the sight of me emptying the contents of my stomach all over you?" He grinned. "In sickness and in health, dear." She shuddered. "If you call me dear, I swear you'll be wearing my lunch." "Whatever you say dear." She socked his arm and pretended to ignore him. Mulder wasn't one for being ignored. And especially not by her. He laid his head on her shoulder, pushing his chin right into her arm and his nose into her neck. She made a small noise that was her half hearted attempt at protest, but ended up setting his blood on fire. His lips touched her skin and she was burning too. "Mulder, Mulder, not on the plane." she murmured. "Where else?" "Sheesh Mulder. We've done it just about everywhere. Can't the plane be exempted?" She pushed his hungry mouth away and took his hands, mainly to keep them from roving, since he knew he had power over her through his touch. "No, must do it on the plane to." "I don't think your stewardess friend would like that so much." "Scully! Come on. Get politically correct here. She's not a stewardess, she's a flight attendant." "Whatever. She serves drinks and pantomimes the steps you take if the plane crashes. In general, she makes everyone crazy, and frightens me to death." Mulder chuckled. "That's sad. She makes you afraid?" "Yes. Most definitely. She flies on planes for a living, Mulder. She does this every day. She must be nuts. Has to be certifiable." Mulder laughed again and took her hand. "I think you're the crazy one." "But you love me anyway. . ." "Unfortunately, yes. Can't help that." She shot him a killer look and pushed the armrest back down between them, effectively cutting him off. He gave a little moan as his knee got slammed down and he lifted the armrest back up with a little smile of apology. "You take me way too seriously, Scully." "I took you seriously when you said you wanted to marry me." He sighed. "That was serious. This is not." "What is not?" "Come on. Are you going to mess with me like this all the time?" She smiled. "Yes." He gaped at her again and then closed in, planting his lips on hers and holding her tightly to him. "Well then, I do love you. Even when you're freaking out on an airplane that's been doing this longer than you've been living." "It is *not* that old!!" Her huge eyes and that look that said she was ready to flee leaped out at him and strangled him around the throat. "Not what I meant. Just trying to calm you down. You seemed okay when we were talking." "That's because you were distracting me." "Can I help it if I turn you on?" His smile and charm was turned on full force and she moved to be closer in his arms. "I guess not. You're just naturally hot, is that right?" "Yes, it is my fate, my destiny, and I will bear my cross with honor." "You're such a hero," she said, rolling her eyes. "No, no hero. Just a martyr for my cause." "And what cause would that be?" "Ah, you." She smiled softly and kissed the skin below his eyes. "I'm glad. Just don't get martyred yet, okay?" "I don't plan on it...." She smiled. "It's a miracle." He looked up from her lips to see her shining eyes. He felt the plane tilting down, the short jolt as the wheels touched the tarmac, the force of their stop. "We're on the ground. And I didn't throw up all over you." He sighed. "There goes christening the plane. Shoot." She laughed and squeezed his hand. "We'll save some of your odd habits for later." ~~~~~ end of all adios RM