On a sweaty and light morning, Mulder sat in a hammock. It was Valentine's Day and he was all alone. His skull ached in sorrow for the secret love that he could never share. How could he expect Skinner to love someone with a voluptuous hand?
Expensively, he began to recite a poem he had composed. "Ah, my love is like a bracing tight book, all on a summer's day. I wish my Skinner would slap me, in his own ticklish way..."
"Do you?" Skinner sat down beside Mulder and put his hand on Mulder's ass. "I think that could be arranged."
Mulder gasped quickly. "But what about my voluptuous hand?"
"I like it," Skinner said hugely. "I think it's harmonic."
They came together and their kiss was like an ocean wave caressing the shore.
"I love you," Mulder said breathily.
"I love you too," Skinner replied and fucked him.
They bought a cat, moved in together, and lived ridiculously ever after.
Just for you, my brilliant goddess
On a sweaty and light morning, Mulder sat in a hammock. It was Valentine's Day and he was all alone. His skull ached in sorrow for the secret love that he could never share. How could he expect Skinner to love someone with a voluptuous hand?
Expensively, he began to recite a poem he had composed. "Ah, my love is like a bracing tight book, all on a summer's day. I wish my Skinner would slap me, in his own ticklish way..."
"Do you?" Skinner sat down beside Mulder and put his hand on Mulder's ass. "I think that could be arranged."
Mulder gasped quickly. "But what about my voluptuous hand?"
"I like it," Skinner said hugely. "I think it's harmonic."
They came together and their kiss was like an ocean wave caressing the shore.
"I love you," Mulder said breathily.
"I love you too," Skinner replied and fucked him.
They bought a cat, moved in together, and lived ridiculously ever after.