Title:  Stakeout III: In the Act 
Author: Witch Baby
baby_witch@hotmail.com
Title: Stakeout
Category: MSR, ANGST, UST, RST (kinda)
Rating: NC-17 for sexual descriptions
Spoilers: None. No specific time frame either. Could be anytime, you
decide.
Summary: The stakeout is over. Scully confronts Mulder.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own Mulder or Scully or any other
character that appears on The X-Files television series (though I really
wish I did!). They belong to Chris Carter, 1013 Productions, FOX, --
whoever, I just know it's not me. No infringement intended.
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Mulder walked into his office fully ready to grab his stuff and go home.
Skinner had given he and Scully the day off since they were up all night on
a stakeout. God. Mulder didn't even want to think about the events of last
night. He hadn't had a chance to really talk to Scully since she had caught
him in the act, but he knew he would have to sooner or later. He was pretty
sure she had gone home already, so at least he could put off the issue
until tomorrow. Maybe, if he was really lucky they could pretend like it had
never happened -- like they did with that kiss in his hallway -- maybe...

"Mulder, we need to talk."

Mulder was already at his desk when Scully's voice startled him back to
reality. She was sitting in his chair. In the dark. Apparently waiting
for him. Now she was not three feet away, and he hadn't even noticed her
until she spoke. Mulder did not take her presence as a good sign.

Scully reached foreword and turned on the desk lamp, and then looked up at
her partner, waiting for him to respond.

"Hey, Scully... I, uh... thought you went home already," he said, trying to
evade the subject that stood between them like a physical presence in the
room.

She looked up at him a moment longer, then cocked her head and asked,
"Mulder, do you fantasize about me often?"

Scully smiled a little as Mulder attempted to process her question. He
swallowed hard before he spoke, a look of guilt flashing across his face.
"Scully, I...um..."

She cut him off before he could articulate any response. "That is what you
were doing last night, Mulder, wasn't it? Fantasizing about me?"

She leaned foreword as she spoke, inadvertently, or maybe purposefully,
giving her partner a view down her shirt. He stood before her, trying to
avoid the sights, but his eyes wouldn't quite obey. The sight of her
cleavage, coupled with the images of the previous night began to make him
hard. He absently picked up a file from the desk to try to hide his
condition. Scully was really starting to scare him and he was pretty sure
this was not a good time to be sporting an erection. He wasn't quite sure
where she was going with this line of questioning, but he thought she might
be going in for the slow kill. In any case, he thought it best to keep
himself covered.

His partner, however, had other ideas. She reached out and took the file
out of his hand, exposing the now raging erection that was tenting his
pants. She looked at it for a moment, ran her tongue slowly over her upper
lip, and finally caught her partner's eyes. Tentatively, she extended her
arm and traced her index finger over the bulge in his pants and spoke. "You
know Mulder," she said in an almost inaudible voice, "sometimes I have
fantasies about you too."

That did it. The sound of Scully's voice and the feeling of her hand on
his shaft made Fox Mulder snap. Suddenly, he grasped Scully by her upper
arms and, almost violently, pulled her to him, claiming her mouth with his
own. She made no attempt to resist, but instead met his actions with equal
passion, snaking her tongue into his mouth to duel with his and breaking
free of his arms only to clutch him harder than he had her.

Mulder ground his erection urgently into his partner's hips and set her on
the desk, his mouth never leaving hers. She began to tear at his belt as he
forced her skirt up around her waist. Just as she undid the button on his
trousers, he pulled back a moment to rip her hose and panties off her body
in one motion, causing her high heels to clatter to the floor, putting his
fingers through the delicate nylon of the hose in his urgency. As he stood
back up, Scully unzipped him and at once shoved both his pants and boxers
down his hips, finally revealing his engorged cock. Taking him into hand
she guided him into her entrance, gasping in a mixture of pain and pleasure
as his hot member entered her. She wrapped her legs around his waist,
urging him further into her, while he wrapped one arm all the way around
her and reached under her shirt to fondle her breast. He put his other arm on
the desk to support their combined weight, using it for leverage, and began
to move.

Scully arched her back and met her partner thrust for thrust. The two of
them pounded together frantically, mouths mimicking the movements of their
hips, stifling each other's moans with the force of their kisses. Mulder
hit a particularly sensitive spot and Scully broke contact with his lips to
moan "Yes, Mulder, right therrrrre..." letting him know he had found her
g-spot.

"WHAT THE HELL!!"

Mulder and Scully froze as they realized they were no longer alone in their
office. Scully began to push Mulder off of her, but his body was clumsy and
un-cooperating in a mixture of unfulfilled desire and shock.
Walter Skinner glared at his two most troublesome agents as he spoke with
barely reigned fury. "I expect the two of you in my office in five
minutes," he barked at them, and then walked out of the room.