TITLE: ENOUGH III: SHADOWBOXER AUTHOR: NICOLE E-MAIL: UNKNOWN RATING: NC-17 DISCLAIMER: These characters belong to CC, FOX, 1013, and various others, not including me. AUTHOR'S NOTE: Enough II is not done, so I'm skipping to III. This is NC-17/M&S. This one is for CiCi. I'm trying! XXXXXXXXXXXX He knew today was different. Even the air was more potent. Despite the snow and the harsh winters, DC is a southern city. July is the worst. The air conditioning never works, and the humidity is always a bitch. The days are hot and sticky. She came in. He was acutely aware of her presence. Every cell in his body felt it. She looked different, even though it was just little things. The skirt was shorter. The heels were higher. No stockings. No coat. Just a white silk sleeveless shirt and a short black skirt. Her hair was up in a ....French twist, is that what they were called? He'd only seen her wear it like that once before. She was sitting at her desk, legs crossed, glasses on, facing him. She leaned over to pick up a fallen paper and he could see down her blouse. Yep. It was definitely hot in here. He was slowly growing aroused at her smallest movements, enjoying the languid pleasures she was inducing. She stood up and walked over to the file cabinet. She bent over to open the bottom drawer. He let out an appreciative male moan. She straightened and turned around. Raised eyebrow. "What?" "I'm not dead, Scully," he said, with a kind of matter-of-fact tone. "I know. I'm just not used to being recognized as a woman by you," she said, shoulders shrugging. "Well, I do try and respect you." "I appreciate that, it's just that sometimes I wouldn't mind if my body were complimented. I know I'm efficient and intelligent. Sometimes, I just want someone to tell me I'm beautiful," she said, her tone almost guilty. Mulder was surprised at her admission. But why? It was strange for him to think that Scully was like every other woman, or even human being on Earth. So she wanted someone to appreciate her body. Everyone does. No matter how intelligent a person is, there is some part that wants to be found attractive to other humans. She was no different. Hell, he was no different. "Scully, you're beautiful," he said, voice monotone. "Oh, yeah, thanks, Mulder," she said, eyes rolling. "No, really. I was just thinking how beautiful you were as you were bending over there,. I could see right up your beautiful skirt, right to your beautiful--" "Yeah, OK, I get the picture," she said, hands raised. "Exactly when did you stop wearing underwear, anyway?" he said, in his best Special Agent-interviewing a suspect voice. "Since it's been hot," she said, eyes and hands busy tidying her desk. "You know, I think that's sexual harassment," he stated. "Excuse me?" "You know, sexual harassment. You, walking around, without underwear or stockings, leaning over, bending over. So that I can see down your blouse and up your skirt. You're distracting me." He was trying very hard to be serious. It was difficult considering he could tell she was really getting pissed off. "Mulder, in four years, you have never been distracted by my body. The first night I knew you, for god's sake, you saw me in my half-naked! You're just trying to make me feel guilty for a weak moment of low self- esteem," she said, arms crossed. "So you're trying to tell me that I'm not attracted to you?" he said, incredulous. "Yes," she said, head nodding, arms still crossed. "Come here," he said, beckoning her with his finger. She stopped in front of his desk. "No. Right here," he said, pointing to the floor next to him. She walked over, and stood on the spot, hands at hips. "Give me your hand," he said, as he stood up. Still looking in his eyes, she stuck out her hand. He took it, turned her wrist a bit, and cupped himself with her hand. Her eyes widened. He was rock hard, and growing even harder in her grasp. "Let me say this again, Scully. You are beautiful. And today, like everyday, I want to ravish you on this desk, your desk, the floor, the file cabinet, you name it, I want you on it. Do you feel better now? Right now, in fact, I want to partake in one of my favorite fantasies including you and my desk," he whispered in her ear. She took her hand off him, and his face clouded in disappointment. "Forget it Mulder. As the sexual harasser, we will *partake* in one of my fantasies," she said as she gently pushed him back in his chair. She knelt between his legs, one hand unbuckling his belt, the other unbuttoning his pants and pulling down the zipper. She accomplished this and pulling him out in the course of about 10 seconds. Quick as lightning, she lowered her head and took him in, applying suction while sliding up and down at a leisurely pace. Mulder's brain passed out cold. Sweet, soft, red lips going up and down, her mouth wrapped around his cock, making him come hard. Harder than with any of his insufficient hand jobs. He came in her mouth, and she swallowed down every drop of cum, licking him clean. He couldn't move. "I feel so violated," he managed weakly. She chuckled and stood up. Back at her desk, she pulled a file up on her computer. She began working. OK, pretending to work. "Hey Scully, do you have any idea how much I want to go down on you right now?" he said. "Mulder this office is probably bugged," she said in her best "I'm busy, don't bother me" voice. "Well, considering I also believe that it's under video surveillance, we've already incriminated ourselves," he said in his sweet, sated voice. She could get used to that voice. *Oh, your game is dangerous. And you fill your space so sweet If I let you get too close. You'll set your spell on me So darlin' I just wanna say Just in case I don't come through I was on to every play I just wanted you* Fiona Apple's _Shadowboxer_ End.