I'm with Schmoopie

Avocado

Chicago. Hotel room. The room is dark, curtains are closed. It's Sunday morning. The alarm from Gillian's phone is ringing. Formation is playing. David hits the snooze.

We need to get up schmoopie, she says in a rusty voice.

Are you sure it's already morning? I kinda wanted to take my time in bed with you, you know. He stretches and leans on her forehead to give her a little kiss.

Gillian gets up slowly from the sheets, only wearing lacy underwear, she turns around facing David, her left arm hiding her breast.

D: Why so shy today, honey?

G: Well.... I don't know... she squints her eyes in a teasing way and turns around towards her luggage.

David rolls in bed and grabs G's right arm before she has the chance to walk away.

D: Come back in here you silly! It's only 6!

A little scream comes out automatically from her mouth, then a mood swing kicks in.

G: I told you I needed to get up! You can't grab me back in bed!

D: Well you definitely owe me one after yesterday's panel. You told everyone I tasted like avocado. You know this is a lie. More like kale. He smiles. Come here and have a taste.

G: You know I like to fool around with you David. It's my daily pleasure. It's the least I can do, since you don't want to out our relation. She leans and puts her hand at the back of his neck, a lip bite, an eskimo kiss, and she gets up again from bed. She takes a towel on the way to the bathroom, as David watches her walk.

D: What will you wear today at the Comic Con? I'm thinking about wearing my green pants with my kale t-shirt, do you think it'll match?

Gillian raises her voice as she's already closed the door.

G: YOU REALLY NEED TO GET SOME FASHION EDUCATION DUCHOVNY!

He grumpily moans as he decides to get up from bed as well. David decides to join.

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Gillian already under the running hot water, her eyes closed, shampoo in her hair, mumbling Dead in the Water, remembering her last summer concert. David slowly puts his arms around her waist, as she's too concentrated to even notice there's someone behind her back.

G: Fuck! You scared me! And now I have shampoo in my eyes. Happy?

D: Stop being so grumpy, I know that y-

Gillian cuts him off by grabbing his face and kissing him. Their body are still quite away from each other. David takes her waist to pull her closer. His hands bit by bit climbed her body up to her hair, grabbing the back of her neck. 

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The shower lasted longer than supposed to, a hour later, the love birds are in a rush to get ready for some press, before the official Comic Con begins.

G: How are we even will be able to keep this as a secret David? I wanna talk openly about what's in your pants to our public. Imagine their faces! 

D: First of all, we've been doing this for years, you can do it. Second of all, you can't keep talking about sexual stuff out there, I'm biting my tongue when you're talking not to make a fool of ourselves!

G: Well you know me...

D: I know... You're the boss.

Gillian zips up her luggage and grabs her purse, as she walks towards the door, she gives a little smack on David's ass. She winks at him.

G: See you later ... Schmoopie. 

She blows a kiss. 

D: Not so fast, darling. He runs up to her and kisses her cheek. Ok we're good now, see ya later my love.

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