Here is a story I wrote a while ago. Hope you enjoy!

TITLE: DREAM COME TRUE AUTHOR: XPHILERNJ E-MAIL: xphilernj RATING: R CATEGORY: MSR CLASSIFICATION: V DISCLAIMER: Not mine.

SUMMARY: Then, she unbuttoned her blouse.

Brevity II Challenge Response of a submission of my own elements: stakeout, humid, black lace bra, wind chimes, blue suede shoes, ice chips, alarm clock.

Author Notes: What can I say? I got bored.

Acknowledgements: Thanks to sweet Fibbie for being such a good friend and an inspiration.

The air conditioner in the FBI regulation vehicle had died about an hour ago. The July D.C. night was hot and humid making it unbearable beyond belief. We rolled our windows down trying to catch the occasional breeze. I could hear wind chimes in the distance, the only evidence that there was a stirring of air at all.

Scully crunched on ice chips while I hummed *Blue Suede Shoes*. Anything to break the boredom of this useless stakeout assigned by Kersh. Damn. If it wasn't Shit Detail, it was Shitty Stakeouts.

I turned to Scully to engage her in a little conversation and was stopped immediately when she unbuttoned her jacket. She slowly pulled it off and slung it into the back-seat. Then, she unbuttoned her blouse. I wanted to ask her what she was doing but when I opened my mouth, nothing came out. When she relieved herself of the offending garment, she sighed and tossed it over the front seat into the back. I couldn't move. All I could do was moan and groan her name.

Scully turned to me and seductively purred my name. "Mul...derrr."

"Mul...derrr. Mulder!"

I woke with a start, running my hand across my face. "Yeah, Scully. I'm awake."

"Bad dream?" she asked with concern. "You were moaning and groaning in your sleep."

"No. It was getting really good until you woke me up," he said with a sigh.

"Oh really. Was I in this dream?"

"Oh yeah! A real fantasy for sure." Mulder grinned.

"Tell me about it."

"Well...It was a hot night and Kersh had sent us out on a shitty stakeout. The air conditioner in the car died and you started undressing. You slowly took off you jacket and then your blouse. You were sitting there in just your black lace bra and a skirt. I couldn't move. All I could do was say your name. Damn fine fantasy. Hey, Scully?"

"Yeah?"

"Would you do that if we we're ever stuck on a stakeout?" he asked with a leer.

"Hmmm...only if you're wearing those sexy red speedos." she smirked back at him.

"Damn," he murmured under his breath.

She laughed when he jerked at the sound of the alarm clock.

"Time to get up. You know Mulder. Sometimes, dreams do come true."

She squealed as he grabbed her and threw the covers over their heads.

THE END.