Title: "MIDNIGHT SINDERELLA" - Under the Table		
Author: AllthingsX
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Keywords: MSR
Rating:NC17-most definitely!
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Summary: Not everything turns into a pumpkin at midnight!
Pure fluff-not big on plot, but smut abounds!!!!!!!
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	Under the Table 
	
	Hot. Humid. Damp. Down right goddamned miserable. The humidity had been
hanging on like kudzu in a hot summer thicket. The tell tale sign that is was
just too fricking hot was that as Fox Mulder climbed out of the shower to
towel off his aching, tired body, he began to sweat standing right there in
the bathroom. The tiny room had transformed into a sauna, draping its occupant
in a fine sheen of perspiration. The light from the florescent bulb above the
sink created loose animation over his lean muscular frame as he moved the
cotton towel over his limbs. His well defined physique rolled subtly with his
fluid movements. The water droplets clung to strategic points as he swayed
with the effort of drying himself. 

	As he continued his assault against the remaining wetness on his skin, he
could not help but think of what had occurred in this very room, just hours
ago. He had left the office with her yesterday, her bureau issue sedan was in
for repair. She had insisted that they stop at his apartment before he took
her home, she had left an important case file on his table, and she needed to
work on the final report that evening. So, stop at his place, they had.

	The progression of their relationship had moved a notch , hell, it had 
lept up the ladder from platonic, caring friends, to what Mulder could only
categorize as familiar lovers. Frenzied passion. Animal sex. Mind blowing
orgasms. His prim and proper partner of several years had introduced all of
these things to his achingly dull life in the past few months. They had
finally taken the plunge, and he could not seem to wipe the ridiculous grin
from his face. He seemed to wear it twenty four hours a day. At least, it was
present and on display every time he thought about her, looked at her, talked
about her, shit-even when he heard someone else mention her name. Oh God, he
had it bad-

	Dana Katherine Scully. Agent Scully. His Scully. The woman who had chosen 
to share her life, love, body, and soul with him. He had given her every part of
himself in return. And he had never been happier. He knew now, that he could
not live without this woman. Not after-well, not after he discovered what she
liked to do to him, not to mention what she liked for him to do to her.  He
smiled inwardly, and then it became contagious to the rest of his body. The
corners of his mouth turned up in a huge grin, and he noticed that just the
thought of  Scully had awakened yet another part of his body. "Down, boy," he
quirked.

	Yep, no doubt about it, Scully had infected him. His blood now ran with 
the energy of her soul, and her heart beat in tandem with his own inside his
chest. He was completely and utterly, madly in love with the petite red head
with whom he had shared the last five years of his life. The only five years
that mattered anymore, he silently mused.

	Mulder stood to face the mirror, reaching to wipe the fog enough to inspect 
the source of a slight raw burning as he had noticed when he roughly moved the 
towel over his neck to catch the water dripping from his hair. He lifted his chin 
and turned his to the right. Hoo boy- Scully could be ravenous in the heat of the 
moment. He gently brought his fingers up  to better  inspect the bite mark on the 
side of his throat. "Ouch!" he winced as he disturbed the tender flesh. "Jesus, 
Scully, next time I better feed you first." He smiled at the memory of their previous
day at work, then the eventful evening in his apartment. And he wasn't referring to 
any case file, either.

 	It had been maddening. The way Scully had tortured him throughout the day at
 the office. They had been required to attend several monthly inter-
departmental meetings, much to their chagrin. These meetings seemed to have
the ability to catch and keep the attention of a three toed sloth. Of course,
that didn't say much, since the damn things just hung around and slept all day
anyway. Hell week, that was what this was every month.

Previous morning-Hoover building  

	Shit. Mulder hated days such as this with a passion. Wasted time when he
could be working on an X-File, or clipping his toe nails. Hell, anything
except sitting and listening to a speech on team work and how valuable
communication was. He didn't need this. Scully didn't need 'Hooo!',he caught
himself before he let out an audible gasp. 'What the?!' Scully was seated next
to him, and they were arranged at a large round table, covered banquet style
with refreshments, with several other agents. The gathering was less than
stimulating, and apparently she had decided to do something about that.  She
had quietly snaked her hand underneath the table, pretending to have an itch
on her thigh. Before he knew what had happened, her hand had come to rest on
his  upper thigh, which was not an out of the ordinary gesture for them
lately. But, she did not stop there. Nope-she had slid her hand to the inside
of his thigh, stroking his skin softly through his Armani  slacks. Dark gray-
her favorite. 

	Mulder shifted in his seat, trying to maneuver himself out of the danger
zone. No dice. When he reached to halt her actions, her fingers gripped the
tender flesh of his inner thigh, and when he moved, she moved with him, moving
further up his leg. He made a small "hiccup" noise, and got the attention of
the speaker. "Agent Mulder? Are you alright? Do I need to repeat that last
paragraph?" the older woman asked. He now realized that if he did not want to
cause a scene, he had better go with the flow. What is a guy to do?

	"Wha-.? Uh, no. I got it. Just-just-go on, please." He smiled warmly at 
the older lady, and then cast Scully a glance of warning. She simply smiled back, 
and continued her assault on his body. Her hand crept up still further, and he 
felt himself harden instantly. He could not resist her touch, she was like straight 
whiskey, quickly making him drunk under her influence. She traced the shape of him 
through his pants making a slight humming sound,  impressed once again with what her 
partner had to offer. Her hand made repetitive massaging motions, invoking an intense 
surge of heat throughout his entire body. Due to the shape and dress of the table, 
everyone else was blissfully unaware of the goings on right under their noses, so to 
speak. Thank God-.

	Mulder felt his eyelids become very heavy, and his breathing moved to a quick 
and shallow pattern. He gripped the edge of the table so as to ground himself somewhat. 
Scully was increasing the pressure of  her motions on his now engorged cock. She could 
feel the heat of him through the fabric. All this time, she never took her eyes off the 
speaker in front of them. 'Good thing', Mulder thought. Because I won't even be able to 
remember what she looked like after this. He just reminded himself to keep breathing. 
'Oh God, he couldn't take this much longer-..He shifted again.

	Scully moved to undo his zipper, and he started and shot her a quick glance. He did 
not get a returning look-she did not meet his eyes. Hers stayed locked on the presentation 
before them. 'How can she do that?" he silently mused. Christ, he could not even focus on 
a singular object right now. Nothing except her hand moving inside the opening of his pants. 
She reached inside without undoing his belt, and found the opening of his boxers. Holy 
shit--this is NOT happening..Oh- Yes it is-.

	Only then did she take her eyes of f the speaker, and stole a glance at
Mulder. His eyes were half closed, his breathing markedly labored. The effort
to not bring any undue attention to himself was taking every bit of his
concentration. Scully smiled and returned her attention to the flip chart
across the table. At least, she turned her eyes that way. Her hand moved
inside his boxers, finding his hot, swollen member straining against the
material of his underwear. She wrapped her hand around the base of  him, and
began to make an agonizingly slow ascent to the tip. He moved in his seat
again, this time helplessly encouraging her to go faster. He had lost all
semblance of resistance.

	Scully's hand felt so good moving up and down on his shaft. He was so hard, 
almost painfully so. She did this to him so easily. She did not even have to touch 
him. All he had to do was look at her, think of her hot, writhing body
under him, her screaming out his name in ecstasy, and he was like an ironwood
branch at full attention. He glanced around the table, almost laughing at how
utterly clueless everyone was as to just how much he was enjoying this
meeting. A smile spread over his face, now damp with perspiration. He wanted
to loosen his tie, grab Scully by the waist and crush her to the table. He
wanted to throw her legs apart, and drive into her in one deliberate thrust.
Right here in front of everyone. He wanted to make her cum and call out his
name as she tumbled over the edge, and he wanted to follow her over that edge
and be damned anyone who--Jesus, what was he thinking-Ok, just breathe, he
told himself again.

	Scully suddenly withdrew her hand, causing him to flinch at the loss of her 
touch. He looked to her with almost a hurt expression. She reassured him with a 
naughty grin, and brought the offending hand to her face, pretending to let out 
a long leisurely yawn. He watched and wanted to groan in anticipation as
he saw what the others could not. As her hand came to her mouth, she covered
it with her other hand, and moved her warm, pink tongue out and over her palm.
She wet her entire hand, and then settled back into her seat.

	She then returned to the task at hand, driving him absolutely stark raving
mad in the presence of their fellow agents. Her hand, now warm and moist with
her saliva, resumed its position on his cock, beginning to move with
intention. She squeezed him gently on each up stroke, and going back down with
a trace of the vein on the underside. This always made him shudder. He loved
her hands. Oh Dr. Scully-

	The meeting was drawing to a close, and he was beginning to wonder if he 
was going to be "finished" in time to get up and leave with at least some dignity, 
instead of with a family sized tent occupying the region of his groin. Scully sped 
up her actions, causing him to unconsciously move his hips against her hand, 
increasing the friction just enough to-to-.Oh shit-..He felt the coil
begin somewhere deep in his belly. Scully felt the change, evidently, and she
hurried to meet his pace. Hot. Slick. Fingers. Wet. He felt her reach the tip
of him and spread the pre-cum fluid over the head. He moaned deeply, and then
cleared his throat to cover the noise he was making. She squeezed harder,
applying more pressure on him as she began stroking him in earnest. His hips
now moving of their own volition as she pumped up and down, faster and faster.

	Holy fuck- "Scully-.." It came out barely under his breath, but she had 
heard him. She smiled softly and picked up the pace yet another notch. Just as 
he was feeling himself nearing the cliff, their esteemed speaker brought her
presentation to a close, causing the room to erupt in applause. He heard a far
off whisper as his ears began to ring- "Cum for me Mulder." Oh shit. Shit,
Shit, Shit!!!!! He lost control, letting her take him over. He felt his body
burst from the inside out, tiny spears of light exploding behind his clenched
eyelids. He muffled a groan that seemed to rumble from his toes as it steamed
its way up his body to  his mouth, and out through his pursed lips. Thank God
for the applause.

	He gripped the arms of the chair as he felt Scully's hand working furiously 
to bring him to completion. He could feel the warmth and moisture of his release 
running over his thighs, her hand wiping against the inside of his
boxers in an attempt to make herself presentable. He just sat motionless,
waiting for his feet to come into contact with solid ground again. She had
deftly tucked him back in, zipped his pants, and risen to thank the speaker
for her time and fascinating topic.

	"Mulder? You coming?" Scully was standing near the door, waiting for him with 
a devilish grin on her face. He locked eyes with her and sent a "no thanks, I 
already have' smirk in her direction. He slowly rose to his feet, making sure
his legs were able to hold his weight. She quickly glanced to the region of
his crotch, widening her eyes a bit. He looked down and saw the cause for her
attention. He smoothly removed his suit jacket and folded it over his arm,
thus concealing the tell-tale wet spot on his pants. He joined his partner at
the door, thanking the speaker again(more than she knew), and moved down the
hall toward the elevator to return to their office. He only hoped that the
afternoon's session went as well.


End J 
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