Title: The Kilt Series I - Highland Fling
Author: banlu
Email: banlutoo@yahoo.com

Archive:  *DO NOT ARCHIVE* to ephemeral, Gossamer; 
Already there. Anyone else, please ask.  
I like to know it's gone to a nice home.

Rating: PG-13.

Category: S/H

Keywords: Mulder/Scully

Spoilers: None - imagine your own favorite version of 
M & S.  Can even mix-and-match! 

Summary: A kilt-fic.

Comments: Originally written for the July 2000 
Sleeping Bags 500-Words-Or-Less Kilt-Fic contest, 
which was canceled before I could submit this. (Psst. 
It's longer than 500 words now)

Disclaimer: I own the TV, but not what's shown on it.

Thanks: To mimic117 for taking the time for a fanfic 
virgin (though I've been doing it in my head for 
years and years and... oh let's just face it, I'm 
almost out of that 18 to 48 demographic age range 
which advertisers care about).  Or maybe ya'll should 
be blaming her for unleashing me onto the fanfic 
world.

Date written: July 2000, revised June 2002
Author's notes: At end.


xxxxx
Highland Fling
By banlu


Mulder was not happy.

Mulder was annoyed.

Mulder was uncomfortable.

He was sitting in a comfortable chair, yet he 
couldn't get comfortable.  He sat almost sideways in 
the chair, legs tightly crossed.  He kept re-crossing 
them, each time carefully keeping his knees together 
so that no one could look up his kilt.  He checked 
his watch, then surveyed the crowd as it milled 
around the food and crafts booths.

He bolted upright when he saw at last the top of a 
familiar red head making its way toward him.

Then he heard giggling...

... and saw two teen-age girls slumping low in their 
chairs, angling their necks for a better view. Mulder 
realized he had spread his legs wide open and red-
facedly snapped his knees together just as Scully 
reached him.

She raised an eyebrow, but before she could speak he 
pointed a finger at her.

"This is all your fault, Scully. I really didn't have 
to wear this to 'blend in'."

"True, but you're the one who decided to dress 
'authentic'."

Mulder pouted.

Scully ignored him.  

"Well, no sign of MacGregor at the caber toss. Have 
you seen him?"

"No." he grumbled.

"Ok then, let's get lunch."

Mulder sighed and stood.  Glancing around, he spotted 
MacGregor.

"Scully!" he pointed and began moving toward their 
suspect.

MacGregor saw them and started running.

Mulder sprinted after him.  "Shhh..." he hissed as he 
realized another consequence of dressing 
'authentically'.  Things were a lot freer under the 
kilt than he was accustomed to.  He concentrated on 
the on the fleeing man.

The crowd scattered before the chase.

MacGregor dodged behind the booths in an effort to 
lose Mulder.  He stumbled over an extension cord, 
which slowed him enough to let Mulder catch up and 
tackle him.

They struggled, legs and arms flailing as they rolled 
a few times, until Mulder finally pinned the other 
man.

"Hurry, Scully." he huffed, straining to hold the 
suspect's arms still.

After a couple of tries, Scully managed to snap her 
handcuffs on MacGregor's squirming wrists.  Then she 
saw that during the tussle, Mulder's kilt had ridden 
up past his waist.  "Oh, Mulder," she whispered as 
she reached over to drag the kilt down to cover his 
bare bottom.

"Wha...?"  he started as her hand grazed along the 
soft skin of his rump while Scully pulled the heavy 
material back into place.

She unconsciously patted Mulder's now covered 
backside.

Then she heard giggling...

... and saw at the front of the crowd the same ogling 
teen-agers from before. 

Mulder glared at the girls as he hauled MacGregor to 
his feet.  "C'mon Scully."

xxxxx
The restaurant was far enough from the Highland Games 
for the kilt to bring stares and whispers as Mulder 
and Scully were ushered to a back booth.

After slipping into the booth, Mulder sprawled and 
sighed.  "Finally I can sit like a man."

Scully raised her eyebrow at him. 

"What?" he asked.

"Nothing."

"C'mon, Scully. What gives?"

"This." she said as her foot touched his.

Mulder jumped.

"Scully!..."

Then he froze as Scully's shoeless foot slid 
smoooooothly up his bare leg.

"Scully...."

His eyes widened as her foot slipped slooooooowly 
along his inner thigh.

"Scull....."

Mulder gasped as her toes found his crotch.

"Scul......"

She moved her foot in small strokes, up and down, 
uuuuuuuup and doooooooown... 

"Scu......."

"Are you enjoying this, Mulderrrrrrrr?" she breathed.

He gripped the table for dear life as he slid 
bonelessly down into the booth.

"Sc........"

"Because I certainly am."

Her foot began to rub liiiiiittle ciiiircles.

"S........."

Mulder's head lolled back against the booth.

".........."

Then they heard giggling...


end



Author's Notes: As I stated above, this is my first 
serious attempt at writing down a fanfic.  I did 
submit a haiku to the Red Speedo Page in 1999, but 
for some reason they added some "the's" to it.  Below 
is the correct version:

    Rising from the pool
    Taught stomach, sinewy thighs
    Speedo in-between


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