Mulder opened his eyes, then really wished he hadn't. He attempted to
swallow, almost gagged, grabbed a glass of water from the bedside table,
realised it was vodka, almost gagged again, and slumped back to watch the
world go round for a while.
ow.
He winced as he remembered last night. Or, at least, the big gaping hole
where last night should have been.
damn those aliens and their mind abducty technology.
He remembered... having a conversation about crackers and cream cheese,
bizzarely. Remembered... not one hell of a lot. There were offers of a drink
after work, and after that it all got a bit blurry.
At least he was in his apartment, that was a promising start. In his bed,
which was a little strange. He froze as there was a groan from behind him.
Apparently not alone.
He tried to turn his head, and gave up about the same time as the thought
crossed his mind. Instead he attempted to focus on the floor beside the bed.
what have I done?!
A lacy red bra was crumpled up on the floor beside his bed. A very large
high heeled shoe had been tossed into the corner. A black satin bra was
hanging off the handle of his closet.
Two?!
He rubbed his eyes, vaguely hoping that it would all disappear when he
opened them again. He never thought that a rejection from Alex could make
him do something this stupid.
He took his hand away from his eyes, but it was all still there... along
with eyeliner, smeared all over his hand.
Huh?
It was with a deep sense of foreboding that he turned over.
And saw Alex Krycek curled up on his bed, naked, with a pretty little frown
creasing above his eyeliner outlined eyes and lipsticked mouth.
Morning After
by Beth
