Title: Expense Account Author: Amy McClure mulder89@hotmail.com Rating: NC-17 - for graphic sexual content Keywords: Smut, smut, smut Spoilers: Nope Summary: Our lovable agents get a little carried away in their basement office, and face an untimely interruption. Disclaimer: Not mine. Just borrowing them. Chris Carter would never let his characters behave this way (not on network television anyway). Feedback: Love it, thrive on it! mulder89@hotmail.com Author's Notes - This is being posted as a result of a challenge posted on the MSR-Smut list. I'd tell you what the challenge was, but I think it will be pretty obvious once you've started reading. CONTENT WARNING---Graphic sexual content follows. If you don't like reading smut, or are too young to be reading it, please use your delete feature now and move on to another fic. Hoover Building - 8:15 a.m. "Morning sunshine." "Good morning Mulder." "Sleep well?" "Ha ha. Very funny." Neither of them had slept at all the night before. It had been Wednesday night after all. Their night - the one night of the week that they allowed themselves to revel in each other. Mondays, Tuesdays and Thursdays were all work and no play. Wednesdays and weekends; however, were a completely different story. It had been three weeks since their first unpartnerly "encounter." And what a nice encounter it had been. Scully still blushed when she thought of her actions that night - an "innocent" game of Truth or Dare had turned into her pleasuring herself while Mulder watched. She had to admit, it really was a fitting first time for them. No other part of their relationship had ever been normal or conventional - why should the sex be? "I'm gonna get some coffee. Need a refill?" "No thanks. I think I've had four cups already." "Not planning on sleeping tonight either, huh?" "Well Scully, if you'd like to make it Wednesday and Thursday nights, I'm certainly not going to argue with you." "I don't think I could take two sleepless nights in a row Mulder. As tempting as the thought might be..." The sentence was cut short when she met Mulder's eyes. They had gone from hazel to pure black in just seconds and the heat emanating from them was burning hot on her flesh. "How about I take you right here, right now then." "Mulder..." "Lock the door and get over here Scully." "God Mulder." "Do it." She was completely helpless when it came to this man. Her calm, cool, conservative Dr. Scully mask crumbled at her feet when he looked at her like that. His voice had become low and husky - filled with emotion and desire - not the normal calm monotone she had become so used to. That oh-so-sensitive spot between her legs was throbbing, and he hadn't even touched her yet. Yet... Every nerve in her body was trembling with fear and excitement as she walked over to him. What the fuck was she doing? This is completely insane! Yeah lets have sex on his desk at work - in the very same building that houses all the people they had to hide this from. This is the absolute most asinine thing they could do right now. But those eyes, that voice, that body... She unbuttoned her blazer and let it fall at his feet. She leaned over and straddled him on his chair. "You forgot to lock the door Scully." "Who cares?" "Mmmmm...getting gutsy huh?" "Like it?" "Love it." His lips crashed into hers in a fevered passion. His tongue was thrusting in and tasting every inch of her. Before her brain could even process what was happening, he had managed to push her skirt up to her waist and her shirt was hanging open. His fingers were tracing lines along the lacy material of her bra. He yanked the lacy material down with such force it made her yelp. "Oh Mul..." Her voice escaped her as his tongue began doing circles around her hardened nipples. She threw her head back in agony as he probed and sucked her. She unconsciously moved her hips forward to make contact with his erection. "Shit Scully..." She placed her center against his cock and began to move her hips in anticipation of things to come. "Scully...take it....take it out....touch it...God...please..." Her fingers eagerly unbuttoned his pants and carefully unzipped them. She reached into his boxers and sought out his cock. Her fingers encircled his hardness and began to stroke it gently, paying special attention to his sensitive tip. His hands groped her breasts hungrily as he watched his cock disappearing into her fist. Suddenly they both froze and met the other's horrified gaze. "Mulder, was that..." "Mulder, Scully?" "Fuck! Skinner!" Scully climbed frantically off his desk and hid underneath, and he pulled his lap as far under the desk as he could get it. "Door's open." "Agent Mulder, I'm glad I caught you here. I need to speak to you about something." "Sir?" "Where's Agent Scully?" "She, uh, she went up to...the forensics lab. To check on something that we had...sent...there." "Are you alright Mulder?" "Yeah, I'm...fine." "Are you sure." "Yeah. Why do you ask?" "Where do I begin? You're stammering over your words, your face is flushed, you're sweating, and you're trembling. Are you not feeling well?" "I, uh, well I guess I do feel a little hot. My head and my, uh, stomach have kind of been bothering me, but I'm fine." "Okay. I wanted Agent Scully to be here for this too, but in actuality, I know it was all your doing..." "Agent Mulder, are you sure you're alright?" "Yes." His voice was quivering so much he could barely get that one little word out. "You just lurched forward like you were in pain. What is the matter with you?" "Noth-th-th-ing." "Okay what I was trying to say is this expense report from your case in New Orleans is completely unacceptable..." Good God in heaven, what in the hell was she trying to do to him? His eyes tried to focus in on the man sitting in front of him, but it was no use. Hopefully Skinner wouldn't be asking him any questions he had to answer, because he couldn't hear him if his life had depended on it. xxxxx Scully found herself crammed in underneath Mulder's desk with her head resting on his left knee. With her investigative prowess, she was able to deduce that Skinner's appearance hadn't gotten to Mulder too badly just yet. His cock was still rock hard and staring her right in the face. Staring at her. Taunting her. Daring her.