TITLE: Distracted AUTHOR: Annette Gisby SUMMARY: Mulder livens up a boring meeting. RATING: NC-17 KEYWORDS: MSR Xxxxxxxxxxxxxx "Agent Scully, are you listening to me?" Scully's head snapped round, her cheeks flaming. Trust Kersh to make her feel like she was in kindergarten. And it wasn't even her fault that she was distracted, but she would get the blame anyway. "Sorry, sir. It won't happen again." "See that it doesn't." The reason for her distraction was seated next to her at the conference table and right this moment she wished he was a million miles away. As Kersh turned back to his projection screen, Scully risked a quick glance in Mulder's direction and glared at him. His small knowing smile just infuriated her all the more. At first she hadn't even realised that anything was amiss, when she had felt something tickle her leg, she thought it was an insect and lowered her hand under the table to bat it away. Her hand didn't encounter an insect, but bare flesh, Mulder's hand dancing lightly on her stockinged thigh. She froze, her hand hovering inches from his. What the hell did he think he was playing at? Sweat broke out and she could feel it trickling down her back. She shifted in her seat but that only made Mulder's hand press even more firmly against her thigh. He'd effectively trapped her in the chair and there wasn't a damn thing she could do about it because of Kersh. Mulder's right hand, the one that wasn't holding her leg hostage under the table, was busy scribbling notes on a pad, as if he was genuinely interested in what Kersh had to say, but she knew better. Mulder was bored and he was easily distracted when he was bored. Scully had lost the thread of Kersh's speech somewhere around the time she first realised that Mulder's hand was on her leg, but she guessed it was more of the usual rant about their lack of closure on their investigations, that's all he seemed to say to them these days. Little shivers of pleasure danced up and down her spine as Mulder reached the edge of her stocking top and his hand caressed the bare skin of her thigh. She gasped out loud at the sensation, earning her an angry frown from Kersh and she coughed to cover up her discomfort. Damn Mulder for doing this to her! Oh no! He couldn't. He wouldn't. He wouldn't dare! But he did. The touch was tentative at first, but as soon as he touched her through the silk of her underwear, she knew she was lost. His fingers found the little bundle of nerves that gave her so much pleasure and pressed. Hard. She bit down on her bottom lip to stop herself from moaning in pleasure. She could feel her panties getting moist from her arousal, and as if that had been a signal he'd been waiting for, Mulder slipped two fingers under the elastic of her underwear and inside her. Flesh against flesh, heat against heat as she felt him explore every inch of her that the constraints of the situation would allow. She so wanted to cry out at the sensations engulfing her, but she didn't dare. She could feel the waves building, her legs quivering with anticipation and she gripped the desk with both hands, wanting so much to touch Mulder but unable to. She rocked gently on Mulder's hand, helping him find the rhythm that she needed as little pulses of pleasure shot through her whole body. The pressure of Mulder's fingers increased, as though he knew how close she was. Her orgasm came upon her suddenly, leaving her breathless and her legs like rubber. She shuddered as the aftershocks settled and let out a barely audible sigh. Mulder gently removed his hand, leaving her feeling strangely bereft. He glanced at Kersh, to make sure that he wasn't looking, before taking his finger in his mouth and sucking and licking, closing his eyes as he tasted her. Scully felt the arousal build once more at the sight, but she hastily clamped a lid on those feelings. It was going nowhere. "Thank you, agents," said Kersh. "I must say you've been most co-operative today. Nothing to add Agent Mulder?" "No, sir," replied Mulder. "Well, good night, then. I'll expect that report on my desk on Monday." Kersh got ready to leave. "Yes, sir," replied Scully and Mulder together. Scully hoped Mulder had at least paid attention to whatever it was they were supposed to write the report on. She had no idea. As soon as she tried to get up, she had to sit down again, feeling dizzy. "Mulder!" Scully rounded on him as soon as Kersh had left. "What?" he asked innocently and Scully smiled, a very wicked thought entering her head. There was a saying she'd heard once, "Revenge is a dish best served cold." "Oh, nothing, Mulder," she smiled again and was pleased to see him look very worried. He should be worried. She wondered how she was going to return the favour. END