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.) ===== "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 ..." =====END===== Um. Do sound effects count as words?? ;)