TITLE: Hollywood Home Run (1/1) AUTHOR: Shoshana EMAIL ADDRESS: shoshana1013@excite.com DISTRIBUTION STATEMENT: Gossamer, Spookys site, Xemplary, etc. SPOILER WARNING: Seventh season episodes through Hollywood AD. RATING: PG CONTENT STATEMENT: MSR CLASSIFICATION: VR KEYWORDS: Mulder/Scully Romance SUMMARY: Post ep for Hollywood AD. DISCLAIMER: These characters do not belong to me. NOTE: Thanks to my great beta readers Char and Teresa. Hollywood Home Run By Shoshana "Whack!!!" "Are you sure, Scully? Are you sure this is what you want to do?" "Mulder... I wouldn't have plunked down the Bureau credit card for an hour's rental if this wasn't what I wanted to do." "But Scully, I thought we were going to go out wining and dining..." "Crack!!!" "As opposed to listening to you whining?" she teased, grinning from ear to ear. "We've already attracted quite a bit of attention here, Scully." "Thomp!!!" "Not as much as we're going to if you don't participate willingly. Lose the jacket and get over here, Mulder," she ordered with a smile. "Well, when you put it that way..." he said, shedding his tuxedo jacket and throwing it on the bench beside him. "Whomp!!!" "You've gotten awful good at this, Scully. Have you been practicing?" he asked, as he positioned himself behind her. "Softball league," she answered. "How come you never told me?" "You never asked." "Thump!" His arms encircled her, his hands joined hers on the wooden bat. Just like last year, she thought to herself. Unlike last year, his lips found the side of her neck, caressing her tenderly as they waited for the next pitch from the machine. "Mulder!" she squealed in protest, missing the ball for the first time. "What? What?" he said, in mock surprise. "There'll be time for that later," she yelped back, reacting to the pressure his hips and other parts of his body were exerting on her back. "After the wining and dining?" he queried mischievously. "Whomp!!!" "Yes!" she said breathlessly, trying to concentrate on hitting the balls and maintaining control over her quivering kneecaps at the same time. "Good. I didn't want to spend the evening playing games, you know." He assaulted her ear next, his mouth exploring its spiral shape, then gently nipping at the lobe. She wiggled in his arms, involuntarily creating more friction between them. "Thwack!!!" "Mulder!!! You're distracting me!" "We're still getting some hits, aren't we?" he crooned in her ear. "Yes, but people are watching! We already drew enough attention to ourselves with our formal wear!" "Ah, Scully... they just think we're refugees from a local Senior Prom. Two high school teachers out on the town." "Whack!!!" "Yeah, they'd never mistake you for an adolescent, would they, Mulder?" "I don't know whether to take offense to that, Scully," he pouted. "Just be glad you're not a pimply-faced, gangly geek anymore," she retorted. "Crack!!!" "Who says I ever was?" he said, getting even with her by tickling her armpits lightly. She jumped several inches upward, falling back within the circle of his arms easily. "Quit it, Mulder. Or I'll tell those admiring teenagers over by minature golfland how old you *really* are!" He chuckled and said, "You wouldn't." "Try me," she threatened. "Whoosh!!!" "Oh, missed a ball, Scully!" "Well, if my partner would pay attention to the ball and not my ass, I don't think I would," she returned. He sprinkled a few kisses in her hair, then tried to steal one on her cheek, but she turned her head at the last minute, coyly avoiding him. "Scully! I'm just trying to have some fun." "Well, I am too. Patience is a virtue, Mulder. And we still have forty-five minutes left to go." "Thump!!!" He leaned in for another kiss against her cheek, scoring this time as she swiveled his way, meeting his lips head-on. He tightened his arms around her and they stayed with the kiss for several minutes, ignoring softballs hurtling toward them at the same steady pace. Their lips parted and they smiled at one another, continuing to ignore the spectators all around them, who were distracted from their own games by the amorous couple at the batting range. "Let's blow this pop stand, Scully," he said, his hands laying waste to her carefully coiffed hairdo, his body pressing close against her silky black sheath. "Oh, all right," she conceded, reaching up to undo his formal tie. She leaned toward him, kissing him quickly, then escaped his grasping arms with no difficulty, now that she'd agreed to go. "But it's no fun playing baseball with you anymore, Mulder," she fibbed coquettishly. He reached over and flipped the switch controlling the neverending volley of softballs. Both his arms encircled her once more and he placed a chaste kiss on her forehead. "We'll play other games, then. In more private places," he promised with a leer. "I should have known I couldn't take you anywhere. Not and have you behave too," she mocked. "I'll behave," he said, the look in his eyes belying his words. "Sure you will," she jabbed back lightly. "Can we at least get something to eat and drink first, before we disappear into a more *private* place?" He caressed her cheek with his forefinger, then brushed stray tendrils of auburn hair away from her eyes. "Sure. Champagne and caviar nights, as Robin Leach might say," he said softly. "Gonna drink, gonna dance, gonna..." "Make like the undead, huh, Mulder?" she responded, her fingers curling around his neck, pulling him down for a real kiss. "I"m a lot livelier than a zombie, Scully," he asserted. "Hmmm, I'm well aware of that by now, Mulder." She lowered her hands to his hips, placing them there till he recognized the gesture. He grinned, lowering his hands to correspond with her own. "Hips before hands," he whispered in her ear, his hot breath igniting sparks between them. His hands feathered across her back, seeking out skin revealed by her lowcut dress. She bumped against him subtly, no more than a fraction of an inch in his direction, but enough to elicit a groan. "Maybe we should go find that private place first, Mulder," she murmured, not oblivious to the attention they were garnering since they'd shut down the machine. "The undead would be proud, Scully," he declared. "The living too, Mulder," she laughed. "Grab our jackets and let's get outta here." "Anything for you, princess," he said, ducking his head, anticipating a blow. She just smiled, extended her hand and said, "Okay, Prince Charming, time to go back to the castle." "Only in Hollywood, Scully. Only in Hollywood." He helped her don her jacket, then slipped on his own. They left the rec center hand in hand, the curious still regarding them with wonder. fin Please send feedback to: shoshana1013@excite.com Please visit my web page at http://members.tripod.com/shoshana1013