154 Words II OR Idle Thoughts
by LaLiz Woman
11 February 1999
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He wasn't turning around. Scully's eyes were on his ass again, and it was too
hot for this crap.

There sat prime, proper Dana Scully, as though butter wouldn't melt in her
mouth. Actually, if Skinner had his way, butter wouldn't be the protein of
choice.

In August, you found ways to stay cool. Thinking about Dana Scully writhing
beneath him, sans clothes, wasn't achieving the August Goal.

Although, come to think of it, less clothes would be good, and Skinner was
willing to bet her skin would be cool to the touch. Heck, he would do all the
work, all the sweating. With him nestled in the cradle of her thighs, all
Scully had to do was hold on to his ass.

Skinner shook his head, horrified at the direction his thoughts had taken.

He was not going to turn around. No way was he going to let her stare at his
crotch!

~the end~