TITLE:  Black Silk Boxers
AUTHOR:   salliejohns
CATEGORY:  MSR,  Scully POV
RATING:   Appropriate for ages 13 and older
SPOILERS:  None
DISCLAIMER:  The characters in this story belong to some combination
of Chris Carter, FOX, and 1013 Productions.
AUTHOR'S NOTES:  This is a companion piece, of sorts, to my story
"The Thong."  It's not necessary to read that in order to appreciate
this, but I'd love it if you did.
BETA THANKS:  Thanks to my dear friend Shoshana for her
lightning-like beta services.
DEDICATION:  This is for my darling Deia.  Happy birthday, 
sweetheart.

Black Silk Boxers 
by salliejohns

Mulder's birthday is tomorrow.  I have one afternoon to pick out a
gift he'll smile over, and promptly forget about.  Just this once, 
I'd like to find something for Mulder that he'd really like--
something that has nothing to do with aliens, conspiracies, or that 
video collection he used to spend so much time with.  I think I may 
have actually come up with an idea for something he might enjoy and 
never expect.  I just have to overcome my reticence and go ahead and 
buy it.
Actually, the plan itself isn't that daunting--as an FBI agent, I've
faced far scarier challenges.  It's just that this whole
"relationship thing" is still so new, and I'm simply not comfortable
with the idea of waltzing boldly into a store and purchasing a pair
of men's underwear.  Sexy men's underwear.
Oh God, why didn't I have a glass of wine instead of a cup of coffee
before I left for the mall?
OK.  I can do this; I'm sure I can.  When Mulder gifted me with that
box of skimpy thongs that he likes me to wear, he was so pleased with
himself I thought he was going to burst into song.  I'm sure he
didn't stand outside the store nearly paralyzed with fear before his
purchase.  Men can be such show-offs.  I like to keep things a little
more, uh, discreet.
I'm an adult.  I'm allowed to buy a pair of boxer shorts, for
goodness sakes.  I'll just ask that older gentleman to help me.  He's
probably sold so many pairs of underwear that this won't mean a thing
to him.  I need a second to compose myself though--this is definitely
*not* the time to start thinking about how Mulder looks in his boxers,
with all that smooth, golden skin, and those hard muscles on his
upper arms and chest.  Mmmmm. . .Mulder's chest, with those nipples
that I love to play with, and that line of hair that leads down the
center of his belly and disappears. . . .Good grief, Dana!  Get hold
of yourself, before you say or do something embarrassing.  And wipe
the silly grin off your face.
"Yes, these will be fine."  They feel amazing. *Mulder* will feel
amazing. . . "What?"  Concentrate, Dana.  "No, I don't need them
wrapped, thank you."   I'm not sure I'll even give them to Mulder.
Of course I don't have anything else for him, and these really are
perfect.  Speaking of perfect, I'll bet these boxers will really hug
that perfect, firm butt of his.  Oh brother, I am so far gone it's
pathetic.
XXXXX
Well obviously the decision not to wrap was a good call.  And
really, everything turned out all right, despite my misgivings.  More
than all right, in fact.  I can still see the way Mulder's face lit
up with delight when I walked into his bedroom carrying a cupcake,
candle burning, humming "Happy Birthday," wearing nothing but his
brand, new pair of black silk boxers.  It turned out to be quite a
celebration after all.

fin