RATING: R. M/K. If m/m interaction bothers you, run away now.
SPOILERS: none, really.
SUMMARY: A morning after.
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8/21/98

"Waking Up is Hard to Do"
By Viridian5

The insistent ring of a telephone shattered the silence. A low moan resonated through the tangled lump of bedsheets before a long- fingered hand crept out from under them and started to bang the table. Three shots later, it had still missed the ringing phone.

"Hit it, and it'll shut up."

"That doesn't work with everything, Alex," Mulder said.

"And I'm lying next to the prime example of that. Ow!"

"Sometimes, hitting has the opposite effect."

"I'll shut you up."

The bedsheets moved and undulated for awhile, soon accompanied by sucking sounds and a sighing purr. "Oh, that's nice," Mulder mumbled.

"You're still talking."

"Then try harder."

Alex did. While Mulder had stopped talking, he *was* making other noises. Eventually, the neglected phone stopped ringing.

THE END