Title:  The Kilt Series II - Highland Games - 
         The Sequel to 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

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

Keywords:  Mulder/Scully

Summary:  A kilt-fic, redux.

Archive:  Ephemeral and Gossamer.  Anyone else, 
please ask.  I like to know it's gone to a nice home.

Comments:  This story picks up where "Highland Fling" 
left off.  You MUST read that one first to understand 
this one.

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

Thanks:  To everyone who liked "Highland Fling" 
enough to make me want to write the sequel.

Dedication:  To mimic the midwife, beta 
extraordinaire

Date written:  June 2002
Author's notes:  At end.

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Highland Games - The Sequel to Highland Fling
by banlu


Scully followed Mulder as he stalked out of the 
restaurant.  She didn't know which embarrassed her 
more - what she had been doing or the fact that she 
had been caught at it.  

And it had to be by those girls.

She kept her eyes lowered as she walked behind him, 
glancing up only to keep from bumping into anything.  
What kept catching her eye, though, was Mulder's 
plaid-covered backside.  

She kept picturing the uncovered view she had of it 
from that morning. Scully could still feel the 
softness of Mulder's skin beneath her knuckles as 
she'd covered him back up.  If that had not happened, 
she never would have done what she did in the booth.  
What had come over her?

The reaction Mulder's kilt had received on the way in 
was nothing compared to the one they were 
experiencing on the way out.  Scully heard the 
laughter hidden behind hands, saw the stares as 
people followed the kilt as it passed by,  felt her 
face growing redder by the second.  She cursed to 
herself at how easily her fair skin blushed.

Outside, Mulder hurried to the car.  Scully could 
tell by the set of his shoulders that he was angry.  
He yanked at the door and when it didn't open held 
his hand out behind him, waggling his fingers.  She 
sighed, fished the keys out of her pocket and placed 
them in his palm.

"Mulder..."

"Not now Scully."

They got in the car and Mulder sped out of the 
parking lot, tires screeching.  They drove in 
silence, avoiding each others eyes, all the way to 
their motel.

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The parking spots directly in front of their motel 
rooms were blocked by a side-ways parked landscaper's 
truck and trailer.  Mulder was forced to pull into a 
space across the lot.  He braked so hard the car was 
still rocking when he got out.

He strode quickly across the asphalt, forcing Scully 
to trot to catch up.  She grabbed his arm.  "Mulder."

He shrugged her off.  "Not now Scully."

She caught his arm again and tugged.  "Yes, now, 
Mulder."

He stopped and turned.  "Scully...." 

The put-put-put of a leaf blower starting up 
interrupted Mulder's reply.  After it settled into a 
steady drone, he continued.  "Scully, why this sudden 
desire to air out your dirty underwear in public?"

Scully snorted.  "That's great coming from someone 
who isn't wearing any."

He glared at her.  "I'd rather wait and talk about it 
in private."

"Mulder, if we don't talk now, we never will."

"Fine."

They stood there, each waiting for the other to 
start.  The only sound was the leaf blower humming in 
the distance.

Finally, Scully spoke up.  "Mulder, I... I'm...  
sorry for what I did."

"I don't think you are."

"Why do you say that?" she asked, indignant.

"I think you're only sorry you got caught."

She didn't have a reply.

The din of the blower increased,  forcing them to 
raise their voices.

"What were you doing, Scully?"  Mulder flailed his 
arms in frustration. "I'd never expected you to... 
to..."

"Feel you up?"  Scully offered.

"Scully!"

"Aren't you always saying I turn you on?  That I'm 
hot?  Well, Mulder can't I feel the same way about 
you?"  Her embarrassment made her defensive.

"Yeah, but... but... I never touched you!"

"Why haven't you?"

"Because then your foot would have been in my crotch 
for a very different reason."

"Are you saying I'd resist your advances?"

"You've never led me to believe otherwise."

Scully crossed her arms and took a step back, 
considering Mulder's words.  She hated to admit it, 
but he was probably right.  If he had tried to play 
footsie with her, he'd have been singing falsetto for 
a week.

She stepped closer to him so she could talk over the 
incessant noise.  "You enjoyed what I was doing?"

"Wasn't it obvious?  I just can't understand why you 
decided to do it in the restaurant."

"Mulder, when I... I ..."

It was his turn to step back.  Scully tried to read 
his body language.  His hands were on his hips, body 
squared towards her, challenging her, yet his face 
had gone blank.  Oh God, his panic face!  He was 
bluffing.

The whine of the leaf blower made them lean closer 
together so they could hear each other.

"C'mon, Scully, tell me why you did that."

"After I found out this morning that you really were 
naked under your kilt, I couldn't keep that thought 
out of my head.  So when you sat in that booth and 
sprawled..."

"You took advantage of me."

"No I didn't."  She whined almost as loud as the leaf 
blower.

"Yes you did, Scully."  A self-satisfied smile 
appeared on his lips.

She saw he thought he had her.  Well, she wasn't 
about to let him win, so she changed her tactics.  
"Mulderrrr." she breathed in the same voice she had 
used when they had been sitting in the booth.  
Mulder's face again went blank.  It was Scully's turn 
to smile, only hers was accompanied by an evil glint.

She sidled up to him, their bodies almost touching.  
She had to tilt her head back to look him in the 
eyes.

"Scully..."

She slooooowly licked her lips.

"Scull...."

The approaching leaf blower almost drowned out his 
voice.

Scully let her eyes move leisurely doooown then back 
uuuuup Mulder's body.

"Scul....."

He shifted his weight away from her.  She let her 
body follow.

"Scu......"

Scully could only see Mulder's luscious lips mouth 
her name since the leaf blower was now only a few 
feet away. 

She put her hands on his hips.

"Sc........"

Then she pushed.

"S........"

Mulder stumbled back a few steps.

"........."

Whoosh!

Mulder's mouth gaped open and his eyes widened in 
surprise, but Scully never saw that, for her own were 
locked on the most wondrous sight.

A blast of air from the leaf blower had puffed the 
kilt up, up, up until the front side of Mulder was as 
exposed as his backside had been that morning.  What 
she saw made her toes tingle in remembrance.

The billowing fabric alternately revealed and hid, 
revealed and hid, that part of Mulder which made him 
a man.

They all stood frozen in shock for a moment, Scully, 
Mulder and the landscaper.  Then Mulder clamped the 
kilt down tight against his body, the landscaper 
turned off the blower, and Scully sighed in 
disappointment.

Then they heard giggling...


end

Author's notes:  And this is the end.  Now if anyone 
else can come up with any other Mulder-in-a-kilt 
images, be my guest.

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