Groovy Kind of Love
By Noelle Leithe
noelleleithe@yahoo.com

(R for language and generally naughty behavior. Once again, 
no betas; I'm flying without a net here, folks.)

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"Mulllllderrrrrr ..."

"Damn, Scully. ... With a drawl like ... ah ... that, you'd 
think you were ... raised in the South."

"Mmmm. Doesn't ... four years in ... Richmond count?"

"That ... depends."

"On?"

"Unnnh ... did you spend a lot of ... time in tiny tie-dye 
and ... mmm ... bell bottoms?"

"Little young to be a flo ... wer child, Mulder."

"But if you were ... oh ... still that young when you lived
there, I mean. You'd ... oh fuck ... you'd pick it up. The 
accent."

"Mmm-hmmm. We moved there straight from O ... Okinawa. When 
I was four."

"Ahhhh, yeah ... so 1966. You would've pick up the drawl.
Mmmmmm. Groooooovyyyy."

"Mul ... *groovy*?"

"Yeah, bayyybeee. We got a ... God ... a grooooovyyy kind of
love."

"Mulder?"

"Yeah?"

"Shut up and shift those hips into overdrive."

"Oh Jesus Scully ... I love the way you think ... ahhhhh ..."

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Um. Do sound effects count as words?? ;)