TITLE:	OfficePlay
AUTHOR:	Avalon
EMAIL:	avalon@fuse.net
RATING:	NC-17
SPOILERS: Nothing in particular
CATEGORY: SMSR, absolute smut.  If you are underage,
please look elsewhere.
KEYWORDS: Smut, plain and simple. 
DISCLAIMER: Not mine, yadda yadda yadda.  Chris, this is
what they should be doing, imho.
FEEDBACK: Love it, but be kind...this is my first smut
attempt.  I hope it's not too silly.
ARCHIVES: Gossamer, Spooky's, Ephemeral...anywhere, really,
but if you aren't one of those, please let me
know so I can come visit.
SUMMARY: Plot?  Is there plot in smut?  Well, OK...
Scully receives an anonymous email that heats
up the office for her and Mulder.
WEBSITE: www.creativewriting.cc/avalon/
AUTHOR'S NOTES: This was written in response to the current
Smut Challenge on the I Want to Believe fanfic
list.  This is for all of you Believers...you
have made a Believer out of me.


OfficePlay (1/2)


Dana Scully was bored stiff.

She sat at her partner's desk in their dark little basement 
office, a pile of file folders balanced precariously at her 
elbow.  Mulder was in another part of the building, 
consulting on a Violent Crimes homicide investigation.  
And, as usual, she was stuck behind her laptop, doing 
paperwork. 

She tossed a finished expense report onto the growing stack 
on the floor with a sigh, removing her glasses and rubbing 
the side of her nose.  The clock above the door read 10:17; 
she still had over half a day to kill, and the time was 
creeping by at an unbearable pace.  She needed a break, so 
she absently clicked on the Internet icon on her laptop and 
rose to fill up her coffee cup while she waited for the line to 
connect.

When she returned to the desk, the screen glowed brightly 
with the MSNBC homepage, and her mail icon dinged 
impatiently in the bottom corner of the monitor.  She 
moved the cursor down and clicked on the mailbox, sipping 
her coffee as the mail started to load onto the screen.  She 
glanced briefly down the stripes of names; all work emails, 
all boring.  The last one, though, came from an address she 
didn't recognize.  She opened it, hoping it wasn't another 
virus that would decimate everything on her hard drive.

It wasn't a virus, but it wasn't anything Scully recognized, 
either.  It was a simple website address: 
www.officeplay.com.  There was nothing else included in 
the email: no description, no advertisements, nothing.  
Scully smiled a little, her curiosity getting the better of her.  
Office play.  It sounded fun, and it had to be better than 
sitting there, typing up one more report.  Maybe it was a 
merchant site; she was itching to spend a little money, and 
perhaps she would find another goofy little something to 
add to Mulder's growing collection of kitschy office junk.  
Their relationship had been steaming up lately; it was 
exciting and scary, all at the same time, but she was 
certainly looking forward to more physical encounters with 
her partner.

She clicked on the address, eyeing the screen as the web 
page started to load.  The telephone next to her rang then, 
and she turned to pick it up.  "Scully."

"How're those reports going, Scully?"  

She smiled to hear Mulder's voice, warm and thick like 
sweet honey on a biscuit. God, she loved his voice.  It sent 
a little shiver through her, one that she enjoyed more than 
she cared to admit. 

"Oh, I'm having the time of my life.  You?"  She shifted a 
little in the chair and raised her eyes to the computer screen 
in front of her.  She nearly dropped the phone.

"Well, I should be wrapping things up here by about one 
o'clock.  It's going a lot better than I had anticipated.  I 
wanted to see if you were interested in a late lunch."  There 
was a pause, and then he spoke again.  "Scully?  You 
there?"

"Y-yeah.  Yeah, Mulder."  

"What's wrong?  You sound funny."

She felt her eyelids flutter.  "Funny?" she squeaked out.  
She adjusted her tone by clearing her throat.  "I'm fine, 
Mulder."

He chuckled, and that shudder went through her again.  
"Lunch, Scully?  Can you wait that long?"

She was scrolling slowly down the page in front of her, her 
eyes wide.  "Yeah, I can wait.  Can you?"  She wasn't 
exactly sure why she said that, but she had a pretty good 
idea that it had something to do with the pictures on the 
screen.  

He hesitated before answering.  "Yeah," he said slowly.  
"Do you want to meet me up here, say, 1:30?"

"No," she replied, and there was a distinct note of decision 
in her voice.  "Come down to the office.  I'll wait for you 
here."

"Alright.  I'll see you then."  He hung up, but Scully could 
sense a hint of confusion from his end of the line.  

She dropped the receiver back onto the cradle and 
narrowed her eyes, wetting her lips with her tongue as she 
blinked at the computer screen.  She knew he wouldn't be 
confused once he walked in the office door.

*****

Fox Mulder was surprised to find the door to their office 
shut when he arrived from Violent Crimes at 1:30 in the 
afternoon.  He knew Scully was expecting him, and he also 
knew from past experience that she would be more than 
ready for lunch by now.  She tended to get grouchy in the 
afternoon if she had to wait too long to eat, and he had been 
careful to make sure that he didn't keep her waiting any 
longer than he had promised on the telephone.  

He stood there momentarily, his eyes resting on the 
nameplates on the door, with "Special Agent Dana Scully" 
staring back at him.  He smiled, glad that he had finally 
ordered one for her.  It was about time that she shared 
credit for the work that they did together...and it secretly 
gave him a little thrill to see their two names together like 
that.  It was almost as if the nameplates gave their 
partnership an authority and a permanence that he had been 
afraid to acknowledge for a long time.  He wasn't afraid of 
it anymore, especially since he and Scully had moved their 
relationship onto a more personal and physical level.  On a 
weird, alpha male plane, those two names together asserted 
some sort of territorialism that he wanted every other man 
within a fifty mile radius to know:  Scully was his, damnit, 
so back off.

Mulder put his hand on the doorknob and turned, 
wondering if perhaps she were in the middle of an 
interview with someone who had sought them out, or 
maybe on a personal phone call with her mother or one of 
her brothers.  He pushed the door open slowly and poked 
his head in the crack, glancing at the desk.  The chair 
behind it was empty.  "Scully?" he called, opening the door 
wider and stepping inside.

Her voice answered him from the shadowy recesses of the 
office, the place where they kept all the audiovisual 
materials and equipment.  "Close the door, Mulder."  He 
did, throwing a look over his shoulder.  It was unusually 
dark back there; Scully had turned off all the lights. 

"What're you working on back there, Scully?"  He was 
genuinely interested, thinking that someone must have 
tossed them a juicy tip on some bizarre incident or another.  
It had been awhile since anything exciting had crossed his 
desk, and he was eager to get back to work on something 
other than profiling cases.

"Sit down in front of the desk and I'll show you."  Her 
words drifted in to him, achingly slow, languid, like melted 
chocolate poured from a pan, and he was suddenly struck 
by the realization that he had heard that tone from Scully 
before.  

In his bed.  While they were making love.  He liked to 
think of it as her screwing voice.

That memory buckled his knees, and he sat down in the 
chair abruptly.  "Um, Scully--?"

"Don't talk, Mulder.  And don't peek.  It's a surprise."  
Dark chocolate, his mind muttered, his favorite kind of 
candy.

He closed his eyes and swallowed.  He could hear her light 
footsteps behind him as she crossed the floor, and he knew 
she had locked the office door when he heard the deadbolt 
slide into place.  A moment later, he felt her hands on his 
neck, cool and soft, tracing around the outline of his collar 
and loosening his tie. 

He started to open his eyes, but he felt the palm of her hand 
against his eyelashes.  "I said no peeking, Mulder," she 
growled into his ear, and she ran her tongue around the 
shell of it, pulling at his earlobe with her lips.  "Not yet, 
anyway."

"Scully..." His voice trailed off as she placed a damp kiss 
under his ear on his neck, sending a shiver down his back.  
"I thought we were going to lunch...or did you drink 
yours?"  

She chuckled low in her throat and tugged at the lapels of 
his suit coat.  "I am perfectly sober, partner."  She brushed 
her lips across his, and he could feel her grin under his 
mouth.  "And I told you to be quiet.  Now be a good boy 
and cooperate."

He let her free him from his jacket, and he shuddered again 
as she unbuttoned his dress shirt and pushed it away from 
his chest.  Her mouth dropped onto his nipple, sucking him 
into an exquisite pinpoint, and he clutched the armrests of 
the chair.  He knew Scully was  in front of him, between 
his knees, and he released his grip and fumbled for her.  
She grabbed both his hands with her own, lacing her 
fingers through his and pushing them back.  She brought 
her mouth up to his, kissed him deeply, and murmured, 
"No touching.  Not yet."

A gasp of frustration escaped him.  No touching?  No 
looking?  "Jesus, Scully," he rasped as her fingers trailed 
up his arms.  "You're going to kill me!"

He moaned as her hand cupped his balls through his pants.  
The material slid over his growing erection, tightening 
into a sharp jolt of anticipation.  He heard that low rumble 
of laughter again as the softness of her cheek brushed 
against his chin.  "You better not die just yet," she told him 
in that dreamy voice.  "You'll miss the best part."

She made short work of his shoes and socks, and he felt her 
unbuckle his belt and pull it through the loops on his 
trousers.  She yanked the holster from his hip, and he heard 
her slide his weapon into one of the desk drawers.  She slid 
her hands down his legs over his pants, creating a tingling 
trail, planting wet kisses all along his waistband as she did.  
She worked her mouth all the way up his body, finishing by 
teasing his lips and tongue with her own.  Then he felt her 
move back, and he wondered what he must look like sitting 
there, his mouth agape, his chest heaving, and his pants 
centimeters away from ripping open at the crotch.

Her voice jolted him back, decadent and sultry and low.  
"You can open your eyes now, Mulder."

They fluttered momentarily, but they stayed open and wide 
when he saw his partner before him.  Scully leaned on the 
desk in front of him, one hip higher than the other, dressed 
in nothing but a matching black bra and panties and her 
three inch black heels.  The smile on her face was unlike 
any Mulder had every seen on her before.  There was only 
word that hurtled through his mind to describe it.

Lascivious.  God, what a fantastic word.  He never thought 
he'd use it to describe Scully.

He took a deep breath.  "Christ, Scully--"

She shook her head and leaned forward, putting one finger 
to his lips.  His eyes dropped to the creamy slopes of her 
breasts, just barely captured in the silk of her bra.  "No, 
Mulder," she rasped.  "I don't want you to talk.  I don't 
want you to touch.  I just want you to watch."  She sat 
back, hiking one leg up onto the desk as she did.  He 
blinked, his gaze moving to the crotch of her panties as it 
stretched over her sex.  He could see that the material was 
already damp, and his penis jumped against the zipper of 
his pants.  Fuck, she was already wet...and he wasn't 
allowed to touch her.

She reached over to him again, sliding her index finger 
over his lips.  That smile was driving him crazy, and he 
expelled another breath against her hand.  "You like to 
watch, don't you, Mulder?"  The note of teasing, her juices 
pooling in her panties...he felt like he was going to 
explode.

But he nodded instead, anxious to see what Scully would 
do.  He couldn't believe they were in their office, both of 
them nearly naked, both of them aroused, with Scully 
leading him closer and closer to a mind-blowing orgasm.  
He ached to touch her, to claim her, to fuck her like she had 
never been fucked before, secretly hoping that every 
goddamn agent in the whole building would hear her 
scream when she came...but he nodded instead, letting her 
take the lead, eager and willing to follow her anywhere.

Her finger parted his lips and moved into his mouth, and he 
flicked his tongue to lick it.  Scully's grin widened, and she 
pulled her hand away.  "You are anxious, aren't you?"  She 
ran her palms lightly across the top of her chest, pausing on 
the clasp between her breasts.  She looked Mulder in the 
eyes, her own wild and bright.  "Wanna see?"

He nodded again, remembering that she didn't want him to 
talk.  He watched as she unsnapped the clasp, peeling the 
silk from her skin in a beautiful, slow striptease.  Her 
breasts were almost luminescent in the light, her nipples a 
gorgeous shade of rose, hard and erect.  She ran her fingers 
between them, cupping herself and squeezing their 
undersides gently.  She dropped her chin and closed her 
eyes momentarily.  "Oh," she mumbled.  "That feels good."

Mulder licked his lips, his erection straining.  She saw him 
do this, and she put her fingers on his mouth again.  He 
devoured them immediately, swirling his tongue around 
them as she smiled.  "That's good," she told him, pulling 
them from his mouth and tracing the wetness over the pink 
buds of her chest.  He watched as she rolled the nipples 
between her index fingers and thumbs, her head thrown 
back in delight.  His hands dropped from the armrests to his 
thighs, his fingers grinding into the thin material there.  
God, he wanted to touch her!  He wanted to feel the satin of 
her skin, the hardness of her arousal in his mouth as he 
sucked at her breast.  He groaned, and Scully opened her 
eyes.

"Do you like this?" she asked.  He opened his mouth to 
answer, but he bit his lower lip instead when he saw the 
disapproving look Scully gave him.  No talking...he could 
hardly think straight, but he somehow managed to bob his 
head in affirmation to her question. 

Oh, he liked it.  He liked it quite well, thanks.

She brought her feet up next to him on the chair, planting 
the soles of her heels firmly on the armrests where his 
hands had been.  "Well, then you'll like this even better," 
Scully purred.  She dropped her hands from teasing her 
breasts to the waistband of her panties.  In one fluid 
motion, she lifted her hips and skimmed them from her 
body, somehow managing to loop them easily over her 
shoes.  She was now completely naked except for her 
pumps, her legs splayed like a Playboy model on either side 
of him, the mound of her sex open and glistening not two 
feet from him.  Mulder took a huge gulp of air, knowing his 
eyes must truly be bulging, not to mention the incredible 
pleasure and pain of the hard-on he was sporting.

He could feel Scully's eyes locked on his face, and he 
breathed again, trying to smile.  She smiled back at him, the 
gleam in her eye wicked and beautiful.  "Am I being too 
bad, Mulder?"

He shook his head, wetting his dry lips again, and she 
leaned forward, following his tongue with the index finger 
of her right hand.  She ran it into his mouth again, and he 
lapped at it once more, frenetic from the contact of her 
skin.  When she took it away, his eyes fluttered closed 
briefly, his chest heaving with his excitement.

His lids snapped back open when she spoke.  "Oh, Mulder, 
don't close your eyes now.  You don't want to miss this."

He watched her hands move down over her abdomen to the 
crown of her pubic hair.  She pulled her fingers through it 
and found the tip of her moist clit.  She traced her wet 
index finger over it lightly, jumping at the touch and rolling 
her head back on her shoulders.  She stroked herself again 
and again, using the barest of pressures, shudders rippling 
through her body.  Mulder could feel the chair quiver as she 
pushed her heels into the arms for support, and it was all he 
could do to keep from grabbing his cock and pumping 
along.  The outside of his pants was starting to stain from 
his arousal, but he kept his hands on his thighs, still 
clutching at the material there. 

He could tell she was in her own little world now, her head 
thrown back, the shimmer of her titian hair obscuring her 
face as she rubbed her clit over and over.  He was 
fascinated with her technique, his photographic memory 
clicking, making sure he knew how to reproduce this 
ecstasy for her when he would be given the chance 
sometime in the future.  He could hear her breath speeding 
up, the little gutteral noises she was making growing more 
and more pronounced as she brought herself to the edge.  
He made a strangled sound of his own as her fingers left 
her clit and dipped into the folds of her sex, pushing up into 
herself, and Scully gasped in pleasure.  She did this several 
times, going from her clit to her vagina in rapid succession, 
her moans making him grind unconsciously into the air.

She pulled her slick fingers out of herself and tilted her 
chin down at him, finally opening her eyes.  She reached 
her hand out to him in invitation, and he took the wet digits 
in his mouth again, sucking at them ferociously.  The taste 
of her was exquisite, dark and bitter and sweet all at once, 
just like the chocolate he had been imagining when he 
came into the office.  

This was better, though.  Nothing could really compare to 
the taste of Scully, and he longed to push his tongue into 
her, sampling her over and over as she came under his 
mouth.

But she was pulling her hand free again, smoothing it along 
his cheek.  Her face was flushed, and she brought her feet 
down from the arms of the chair.  He heard the heels touch 
the floor, jolting him into the reality of where they were.  
The office.  Their office.  On his desk.  Scully had just 
finger fucked herself on his desk.  He felt dizzy and hot as 
she took his hands and pulled him to his feet.  Her head was 
level with his chest, and she kissed one nipple again, her 
teeth grazing it into a ball.  She looked up at him, meeting 
his glazed hazel eyes with her own wild blue ones, and she 
said the magic words he was aching to hear.

"Now I want you to fuck me, Mulder.  Any way you want 
to."

******

Dana Scully felt feral and unfettered, like an animal that 
had been penned up too long in its cage and was finally 
unleashed on an unsuspecting populace.  Her rational, 
conservative mind had protested what she had been 
planning since the morning, screaming at her in shrill tones 
as she undressed in the shadows of the office, as she sat in 
Mulder's chair fantasizing, the lingering smell of leather 
and his after-shave driving her further and further into an 
urgent frenzy.  Of course, the pictures on the computer 
screen helped. She couldn't quite fathom the idea that she 
was viewing dirty pictures at work and enjoying every 
minute of it...and seeing herself and her partner in every 
one of them as she looked.

And of course, she did surprise Mulder.  That was the best 
part of it all, the icing on the cake.  She knew he would 
never have dared dream that responsible little Scully would 
strip for him at work and demand to be screwed, right there 
on his desk with the door closed and other agents just an 
elevator's ride away.  Their sex so far together had been 
fantastic, and Mulder was a wonderful partner...but they 
had never been so daring before.  She had never been so 
daring, not with any of her previous lovers.  Hell, she had 
never fucked anyone outside of a bedroom, unless you 
counted those high school encounters with Marcus in the 
back seat of his car.  The whole idea of what she was 
doing, what she was initiating, was unbearably delicious 
and sexy, and Scully was enjoying herself immensely.

And it pleased her to see Mulder so surprised, so 
awestruck, and so undeniably turned on by her actions.  She 
wanted to please him, knowing that she had always sought 
his approval in everything they had done together.  But this 
was different.  Her desire to delight him had nothing to do 
with her need for approval and everything to do with her 
love for him.  She did love him; she wanted to show him 
just how much.  She wanted to show him she would do 
anything for him, not just in the field, but in the intimacy of 
their lives as well.

So now she stood with him, feeling his hardened cock 
grazing her thigh, and she pushed against it, telling her with 
his body as much as with her words:  "Now I want you to 
fuck me, Mulder.  Any way you want to."

His hazel eyes grew a little darker at her words, and a slow 
grin spread across his face.  He started to reach for the 
button on his pants, but Scully beat him to it, bending down 
and unhooking it with her teeth.  She found the top of the 
zipper and bit it, yanking it down in one stroke and pushing 
his damp trousers down after it.  The front of his boxers 
bulged, and she could feel his heat through the moist 
cotton.  She grazed her mouth across his balls, running the 
tips of her fingers up into the legs of his shorts and 
squeezing his ass.  He groaned again and startled her by 
grabbing her shoulders and pulling her up to her full height.

"I thought it was my turn, Scully," he managed to say.  "If 
you don't stop, you're going to make me shoot in my shorts 
like a high school kid."

She grinned back at him.  "Well, we don't want that, do 
we?"

He shook his head.  "No.  Now sit up on the desk."

She did, watching as he stepped quickly out of his 
remaining clothes.  She admired his cock, deep red and 
bobbing below his abs, and she reached out to take it in her 
hands.  He stopped her, clutching her wrists and pushing 
her back onto the smooth surface of the desk.  He pinned 
them above her head with one of his big hands, bringing the 
other down to his shaft.  He brushed the tip of his cock 
against her clit and she sighed, closing her eyes to the 
pleasure.  The wetness between her legs surprised her; she 
couldn't remember ever being so excited.  He moved the 
head of his penis over her again, rubbing her sensitive skin 
quicker and harder on every new pass.  Her breathing sped 
up, and she could feel herself rushing toward her climax.

She tried to speak.  "Mul...Mulder!  You...you're going to 
make me--"

He stopped abruptly, leaving her tingling and hot, and her 
eyes snapped open.  His face above hers was devilishly 
amused.  She wiggled beneath him, her hands still trapped 
by his.  "You are a terrible tease, Mulder," she panted.

He widened his eyes.  "I am?  It takes one to know one, 
Scully."  He dropped his lips to her throat, kissing the cool 
skin into a heated trail.  "Besides, I don't want you to come 
yet.  I'm not finished with you."  He chuckled into her 
neck, and she nestled into it, enjoying the sensation.  

"What're you laughing at?"

He brought his face back to hers.  "I was just thinking as I 
walked in here that nothing exciting had come across my 
desk in a long time."  He tweaked her nipple, and Scully 
gasped, a slow grin spreading across her face.  "I think I 
was wrong about that."

"Yeah, you were."  She kissed him again, this time 
unhurried and sensuous, slowing them down, forcing them 
to feel the electricity between them.  When their lips parted, 
she smiled again.  "Now shut up, Mulder.  You talk too 
much."

He obliged her, beginning to kiss a path down her body, 
over her shoulders, between and around her breasts, 
occasionally rubbing the hardness of his sex between her 
legs, keeping her wet.  She stroked his back, languishing in 
the way his muscles contracted under her hands, relishing 
the movement of him above her.  Everything about him 
inflamed her: the dampness of his kisses, the slight 
roughness of his fingertips moving over her skin, the rush 
of his warm breath against her...Scully fell further and 
further away into him, into them, as he lavished attention 
on every inch of her body.

The sensation of his fingers pressing against her clit jarred 
her into herself again, and she arched her hips into him.  He 
teased her, brushing her lightly with his thumb, sending hot 
waves through her.  She heard herself moaning softly in the 
back of her throat, and she threw her arms out at her sides, 
clutching the edges of the desk beneath her.  They had 
already made a shambles of the desk, knocking files and 
office supplies off it into scattered remnants on the floor.  
She found herself wondering how they would ever get it all 
organized again, the thought shattering into a million 
exquisite pieces as Mulder brought his mouth down onto 
her mons.

He prodded her entrance with his tongue, first plunging into 
her and then withdrawing to lap at her sensitive clit.  She 
moved against him, urging him on, fighting to stay in 
control of the climax that threatened once again.  She didn't 
want to come until he was inside her; she longed to feel the 
length of him driving into her, pushing her higher and 
higher into the upward spiral of ecstasy.  She tried to tell 
him this, but nothing came out of her throat but a gurgle 
and a muffled attempt at his name.

He raised his head, and she opened her eyes to see him 
watching her.  She grabbed at his hair and yanked him up 
toward her face.  He was panting just as hard as she was, 
and as he stood, she could see the crimson of his ready 
cock.  She tried again to speak.  "Mulder."  It choked from 
her throat, sounding nothing like her normal voice.  "I need 
you to fuck me.  Now."

In one fluid movement, he pulled her up to a sitting 
position and somehow spun her around.  Scully felt herself 
flush, knowing her ass was poised in the air now above the 
desk, wondering just how trashy she looked pushed over it 
and splayed out before her partner, wearing nothing but a 
pair of black high heeled shoes.  The thought brought with 
it a thrill of excitement; she had never thought of herself as 
much of a seductress, but obviously, she had managed to 
drive Mulder into a frenzy.  She smiled and gripped the 
desk harder, readying herself for him.

He tested her first with his fingers, making sure she was 
slick, and then he entered her from behind in one long 
thrust.  They both gasped at the sensation, and Scully 
dropped her forehead onto the smooth surface below her, 
rocking back against him in an effort to raise herself even 
higher.  Mulder draped himself over her, cupping her 
breasts in his hands and running his lips along her shoulder 
blade.  He moved almost completely out of her and drove 
back in, setting the rhythm, long and deep and just the right 
pace to please her.  His one hand skimmed down the front 
of her torso, and his fingers began working her clit again, 
propelling her forward again towards orgasm.  He plunged 
into her over and over, and Scully could feel his hand 
beginning to shake.  He was as close to climaxing as she, 
and she brought her right hand down on top of his, coaxing 
him to speed up the friction against her clit.  The delicious 
tension in her body grew and grew, finally exploding in her 
as she cried out into her arm.  Her muscles undulated 
around his cock, and she felt him bite into her shoulder as 
he came, emptying into her and collapsing there on top of 
her.

They lay like that for a while, their breath evening out and 
falling into a matching rhythm.  When Mulder finally 
moved above her, he withdrew and picked her up, sitting 
back in the chair in front of the desk with her on his lap.  
She wrapped her arms around his neck and snuggled under 
his chin, inhaling the heady odor of leather, sweat, and sex.  
It was a wonderful smell, one that she associated only with 
Mulder.  It was something she wanted to have around her 
for a long, long time.

His voice still retained a bit of roughness when he spoke.  
"We'll have to spend our lunch hour that way more often, 
Scully."

She smiled and lifted her face to his.  He wore a sleepy 
grin, as if he had just awakened from a satisfying dream.  
"So you liked that?"
 
He snorted.  "You couldn't tell?  You surprised the hell out 
of me, partner.  Not that I'm complaining...but I have to 
ask.  What got into you?"

She cocked her head and looked around the office, finally 
spying her laptop where she had tucked it away on a shelf 
behind the desk.  She extracted herself from his lap and 
retrieved it, opening the screen as she settled back into his 
embrace.  She had disconnected from the Internet, but she 
brought the OfficePlay site back up from the computer's 
memory.  The images started to load, and she laughed as 
she watched Mulder's face.

He stammered.  He never did that.  "Sc-Scully.  Where did 
you find this site?"

She shrugged.  "Someone emailed it to me anonymously.  I 
went to it, thinking it was a place where you could order 
office junk, like your alien mug or your chattering teeth.  I 
was a little surprised myself."

Mulder tightened his arm around her and pushed the laptop 
screen shut.  He nuzzled deeper into her hair, his words 
vibrating gently into her scalp.  "Well, we don't need that 
anymore, do we?"

Scully smiled again and set the laptop on the desk.  "No, I 
don't think so.  They were fun to look at, but not as much 
fun as the real thing."

*****

Several floors above them, Kimberly slid back against the 
warm leather of the overstuffed office chair.  She stroked 
the back of the Assistant Director's neck and smiled at him 
as he planted another languid kiss on her bare breast, 
teasing it between his teeth.  Her eyes fell on the PC on his 
desk and the mailbox icon in the lower right corner of the 
screen.  

"Do you think Agent Scully received our email?" she 
asked, sliding her hands down Skinner's sculpted back.  

He moved his mouth to her other nipple and mumbled 
against her.  "I suspect she did."  He licked the tip of it and 
tilted his face up to hers.  "Let's hope she has shared it with 
Agent Mulder, too."


***End*** 

MORE AUTHOR'S NOTES:  Thanks for indulging in my first smutty 
attempt.  I hope it was worthwhile.  The nameplates on the door
for Mulder and Scully are my own little fantasty, as is most of
this story.  Someday...well, like Mulder said in Per Manum last
night, "Never give up on a miracle."  Thanks to all the great
smutty inspiration from my fellow I Want to Believers.  Feedback
is always answered:  avalon@fuse.net.  Hope to see you again
soon!  

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