"Tinkerbell Goes to Fair" By: Carrie J. Smith (DFantum) Rating: NC-17, I suppose. Classification: MSR, H Keywords: Humor, sort of an X File Spoilers: None springs to mind Archive: anywhere, just keep the name attached Summary: Mulder and Scully investigate a strange thing at a carnival. My answer to the July True Blue Challenge at Whispers of X. Author's notes: Uh. The characters ALL belong to... sigh.... Chris Carter, 1013, and Fox. I'd like to think they were mine, but alas, I'm not connected in the business. Fox Mulder and Dana Scully also rightly belong to David and Gillian. (AND each other) ;-) Feedback is always welcomed with Fox Food, and Jello Shots. (props to me best bud, Cadey) Flames will be used to light firecrackers on July Fourth (quacky1@flash.net) Scully looked up from her computer to her wayward partner's grinning face. "Mulder.... what's this?" Knowing full well what it was, she asked him anyway. "Well, it's an X File, Scully. Duh!" He shook his head comically, trying to push any buttons he could. Scully picked the file up and began to read, warily. "Sprites, Mulder? You mean we're going after Tinkerbell?" She slammed the file down, and began digging in her purse. She pulled out a bottle of Excedrine, popped the top, and swallowed two tablets. "Scully, Tinkerbell was a Faerie. Whatsamatter, Scully. Headache THIS big?" Mulder held his hands a foot apart and smirked. Scully stood up and shook a fist at him. "No... I have a headache six foot- five inches. Now, let's just get started. Where are we going?" "DC County Fairgrounds. Strange goings on at the carnival, partner." Mulder opened the door, and walked out behind her. XXX They arrived at the fairgrounds to a screaming running mob of visitors. Mulder grabbed one hysterical man by the arm. "Hey... what's going on here?" The man shook nervously. "This... this place is fucking haunted, man." He pulled his arm free and ran shouting. "Well, Mulder. Something's strange here. " Scully looked around at the crowd running past them. "Yeah. Should we call the Ghosbusters?" He winked at her and began walking into the now abandoned grounds. They came upon a photography studio, one that specialized in old replica pictures. "Hey, Scully.... we should get one of those. You know... Fox 'Clyde' Mulder, and Dana 'Bonnie' Scully." " Mulder. Somehow I don't think we're the gangster type. Besides, there's no one here to take the picture." She pointed to the camera. "Aww, Scully. look, it's got a squeeze bulb. Get something fitting on, and I'll figure how to make this work." He lightly pushed her towards the dressing rooms. "I'll dress when you're done." XXX "Hey, Scully. J. Edgar would be proud." He showed her their picture, dressed as a 20's G-Man and a flapper. "Think Skinner would hang it in his office?" Scully shook her head. "No, Mulder. But it would fit YOUR office just fine." They walked along, until they heard a maniacal laughter coming from the fun house. "What the hell was that?" "Maybe it was a leprechaun, Scully. But I don't see a rainbow." They stepped into the funhouse, only to be showered with a fine dust. They shook it off their clothes, turned to leave, but were stopped by a figure. Granted, it was a figure only eight inches high, and with wings, but they were stopped nonetheless. "Scully... that's no Tinkerbell." Mulder grabbed Scully and turned to leave. The small figure flew up to them. "Don't be afraid. I mean no harm. I'm a Sprite. I only wanted to be near normal humans, but they all ran." The sprite told them of his world, and how it was , in his ideals, boring. He agreed to undo all the damage done, if the agents would not harm him. He snapped his fingers, and the carnival came to life, as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. "You know, I think my life back home wasn't so boring after all. Faretheewell, my friends." With that, the sprite vanished, much to the surprise of the agents, and the crowd around them. "Well, Agent Scully. We've done our duty. What say we go have some fun?" He grabbed her hand, and together they went exploring the carnival. XXX " I can't believe it, we saw a ..a. No, we couldn't have seen what I thought we saw." Scully nervously babbled on, while the ice cream cone she was eating was melting down her hand. "Hey, Scully. You better eat that thing before it melts all over you." Mulder motioned to the now dripping cone she held. "Oh." She started to eat the cone , ravenously. "Mmmmm. Been a long time since I had real ice cream. I forgot how good it was." Mulder watched her lick some ice cream from her bottom lip. He shifted his stance, uncomfortably. "Scully, don't... don't DO that. I can't take it anymore." He moaned, feeling his erection become harder with each swipe of his lips. "You mean, this?" She licked her lips seductively at him again, eyeing the now visible bulge in his slacks. "Mulder.. Is that a sprite in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?" She winked at him, causing him to gasp. "Well, it ain't Tinkerbell, Scully. C'mere." He grabbed Scully by the waist, and pulled her to him. Their lips met, mouths opening and tongues mingling together. The kiss was broken only from the need for air. "Wow, Scully." He brushed her breasts with his fingertips, causing her to moan. "Fox.. not here. OH! A face painting booth! Come on.. let's get each other's initials painted on our cheeks. Just for today, we'll know who we belong to." She grabbed his arm and dragged him toward the booth. XXX Later, as darkness fell around the carnival, fireworks lit up the sky. Scully snuggled up into Mulder's embrace, leaning her head back onto his chest. "Mmmmmmmm." She hummed happily, as rockets brust overhead. Mulder's arms went around her, resting securely on her stomach. "Scully. I want to make love to you. Wanna go home?" He ran a hand over her breast, getting her attention. "Oh, Mulder. Yeah, let's go." They walked out of the gates arm in arm. XXX The car ride to Mulder's apartment was spent in silence. Both were nervous, but excited about what was finally going to happen between them. Mulder slid one hand into hers, their fingers entwining together. Mulder pulled the car up to his building and turned to Scully. "Dana, are you sure? I mean, we've waited so long for this. I don't want you to be uncomfortable." She pulled his face to hers and gently kissed him. "Fox, I am as sure about this as I am about how much I love you. Now, get your gorgeous butt out of the car, mister." She lightly slapped him on the behind as he slid out of his side. "Ooooh, I love a woman who gives orders." He opened the door for her, and they walked quickly to the building. Once inside his apartment, they began to tear each other's clothes off, taking time to explore each other's bodies. Mulder, once he had gotten her bra off, ran his lips from her throat to a hardened nipple. He took the nub into his warm mouth, nibbling and licking it, until Scully was writhing in his arms. Scully's hands slipped down Mulder's chest and undid his slacks. she slid a hand inside his boxers, and caressed his now rock hard cock. "Mulder. did the sprite give you this, or is it all you down there?" She ran a thumb over his head, spreading a drop of moisture around it. "Nope. That's 100 percent Mulder flesh, Scully. Ooooh, yeah like that. Scuuuulleeeeee." He panted her name as he felt her hand grip him and begin to slip up and down his shaft. "Scully, wait. I don't wnat to come like this yet." He bent down and picked her up in his arms. He carried her into his bedroom and dropped her onto his bed. "Now, where were we?" He slipped his pants and boxers off as she took the remainder of her clothes off. "Foxxxx. Come here." Scully waggled a finger at him as she laid back on the mattress, legs spread wide. Mulder laid his body gently on hers. He guided his cock to her dripping opening, running the head sensously over the swollen lips. As he entered her, he bent down to kiss her. "Oh, Scully. So tight." They both moaned in pleasure as he filled her completely, pausing when he was embedded in her fully. They began to move together, rocking their hips in rythm to each others. As Mulder thrusted into her, the phone rang, bringing them out of the sex induced haze. Both agents groaned in frustration as Mulder pulled out of her and leaned over to the table. "Mulder!" He very nearly screamed into the phone. "Um, yes sir. Yes, she's here. We're just going over the carnival thing. WHAT? Yes, sir, we'll be there as soon as we can be." "Skinner?" Scully pulled herself on her elbows and cocked an eyebrow. "Yeah. Big case just got handed to him, that we're needed on. He wants us down there ASAP." He grunted in frustration. "But, as much as I love our work... first things first." He tackled her again, and kissed her deeply. "Oooh, Fox. You know, normally, I don't do quickies, but in this case..." She pulled him down onto her, and grasped him in her hand and guided him back into her core. He thrust into quicker this time, harder. As his thrusts became awkward, he felt the heat of his impending orgasm. "Sully.. gotta come." "Fox.. I'm coming too......" They screamed each other's names, as they fell over the edge of pleasure simutaneously. Minutes later, Mulder came to, still laying on his partner's body. "Shit! Scully. Wake up! We've gotta be at work." "Skinner! he's going to kill us!" Mulder, you shower, and I'll gather up our things. Mulder jumped out of the bed and sprinted to the bathroom. As Scully rushed around the bedroom picking up her clothes, she heard Mulder's voice from out of the shower. "Uh... Scully.... I think this glitterpaint stuff that guy used is permanent." El Finito