TITLE:   Wine 3 - BORDEAUX
AUTHOR:  Dianora
RATING:  NC-17
Finished 12/27/95

Well, now I've gone and done it, another installment of "Wine."  
I had no intention of writing another after "The Hangover," but 
certain people were very persistent with me.  They know who 
they are. :)  So, I caved, and I hope everyone enjoys the result.  
Like "The Hangover," this is short, kind of tongue-in-cheek, and 
hopefully sexy too.  The premise is fairly ridiculous, but who 
cares, really?   Thanks to MD1016 who helped me flesh out the 
idea, whether she realized she was doing it at the time or not. :)  
Comments can be sent to Dianora2@aol.com

Fox Mulder and Dana Scully are properties of Chris Carter, Ten 
Thirteen Productions, and Fox Broadcasting.  I'm borrowing them 
with no permission whatsoever, and intend no copyright infringement 
or offense.  Is anyone even reading this paragraph?
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"Hey, Scully, some of the VC boys upstairs chipped in and bought 
you a Christmas present."

Dana Scully raised her eyes from the report she was reading to watch 
Fox Mulder place a bottle of Bordeaux on the desk before her.  "Oh, 
they shouldn't have," she said caustically.  She and most of the guys 
in VC had a hate/hate relationship, similar to their relationship with 
Mulder, but based on even less respect, since she was a woman and 
they were a bunch of pigs.  She couldn't believe they had gotten her a 
gift, no matter how trite or impersonal.  There must be some ulterior 
motive for her to uncover, and when she did...she shuddered.  The 
bottle of red wine did bring back pleasant memories, though, and she 
looked Mulder up and down appreciatively, lost in erotic rememberance.  
Then a horrific thought occurred to her.  "Mulder, you didn't tell them 
that I...that we..."

"Calm down, Scully.  Your Virgin Queen reputation is still intact."  
He was rewarded with a stony glare.  Sometimes, he reflected, getting 
her all riled up was almost too easy.

"Well, thanks.  I think," she grumbled.  She studied the label on the 
bottle.  "Want to crack this open?"

He eyed her warily, glancing at the clock first.  "Scully, it's 1:00 in 
the afternoon."

"I just want a taste, to see if it's any good.  Besides, it's our last day 
in the office before Christmas.  Let's try to have a *little* bit of 
Christmas spirit."  Their single concession to the holiday was a lone 
candy cane hanging from the inside doorknob.  And it was already 
broken into pieces inside the cellophane.  Ho ho ho.

"I'll get the coffee mugs," Mulder said casually, hoping he knew 
where this was headed.  The afternoon certainly was looking up...

A couple of mugs later, and they were both feeling very relaxed and 
a little woozy.  "Well, I gotta give those assholes upstairs some 
credit," Scully said, only slurring her words a little.  "They know 
their wine."

"Their only redeeming feature," Mulder murmured.  His hazel eyes 
gleamed at her hungrily as other body parts stirred to attention.  
"You know, Scully, this reminds me of that night..."

"Gee, Mulder, *what* night?" she asked sarcastically.  Well, she 
thought to herself bemusedly, doesn't alcohol turn *me* into a total 
bitch?  Not to mention a horny one...she could barely sit still.  
Anyway, he deserved her venom for saying something so banal.

He refused to rise to her bait, however.  "Maybe I can refresh 
your memory," he said suggestively.  His hand slipped under 
the desk and began to creep up her thigh, under her skirt.

She was instantly aflame with desire, making the crotch of her 
panties wet.  It was insanity, the physical effect he had on her.  
Sometimes she hated herself for it.  "Mulder, we're at work," she 
said, proud of herself for keeping her voice steady.

"So?"  He leaned in close, and she could smell the wine on his 
breath.  "I want you, Dana," he whispered.  "Right here.  Right 
now.  And I'm going to have you."

She fanned herself with her hand.  When had maintenance turned 
up the heat in the building?  Didn't these people realize they were 
in the South?  She was sweltering.  "Mulder, what about the security 
camera?" she whispered back, gesturing with her chin to the camera 
nestled in one corner of the ceiling.  "What about the possibility that 
this office is bugged?"

He pulled back a little, brows knit, considering.  It was so annoying 
when he knew she was right.  Suddenly a light bulb lit up over his 
head.  "I have an idea," he mouthed.  He walked to the corner of the 
office, gesturing for her to follow, and stopped right underneath the 
security camera, so that he was squeezed into a small niche between 
the wall and a file cabinet.  

Wobbling a little as she did so, she joined him there.  "What are 
you doing?"

"Camera doesn't reach this corner," he whispered, pushing her up 
against the wall and sliding his hands up her skirt again.  

Scully opened her mouth to protest, but all coherent thought left 
her as Mulder started biting at her neck like an aroused vampire.  
She let out a low moan and clawed at his belt, whipping it out of 
the loopholes and tossing it aside.  He pulled down her pantyhose 
and knelt before her briefly, to impatiently slip the hose off her feet 
and throw them to the side, then do the same with her lacy panties.  
When he stood back up, Dana undid the button on his pants, slid 
down the zipper and pulled out his cock, his delicious, hard, cock, 
and stroked it eagerly.

"Tell me you want it," he whispered in her ear.

"I want you in me," she hissed.  "God, Mulder, *now*...unh..." 
she trailed off as he slowly slipped inside of her, grabbing her 
hips and propping her up against the wall firmly, then beginning 
to thrust into her with a talent she regretted taking so long to 
discover.  She tangled her fingers in his hair, and he gasped in 
pain as she pulled just a little too hard.  They tried to stay quiet, 
to keep any noise at all to an absolute minimun, their paranoia in 
full force.  It was not easy.  It became almost a game to them, as 
they maintained eye contact, as he continued to thrust deeper 
into her, to each be quieter than the other, to not let their escalating 
passion get the better of them.  

Wanting, needing more of her, Mulder deftly unbuttoned Scully's 
blouse and unhooked her bra, then began sucking and teasing at 
her breasts, nibbling at the nipples, squeezing her soft flesh between 
his palms.  Lost in the ecstasy of it all, she let out an almost inhuman 
yelp, and panic surfaced in her eyes.  "Paper cut," she said loudly, 
for the benefit of God-knew-who, complimenting herself on a 
smooth recovery.

Mulder's eyes twinkled as he thrust into her, hard, and she bit 
down on another cry.  "I hate those," he said in normal speaking 
tones.  "Be...oh God....careful."  He leaned into her, pressed 
his lips against her ear.  "You're driving me nuts, Dana.  You 
feel so good..."  He clutched her buttocks possessively and kissed 
her roughly on the lips.

Oh, this is a dangerous game we're playing, Dana thought, 
kissing him back, sliding her tongue against his.  But two can 
certainly play it.  She tore her lips away from him, taunting him 
with her eyes.  "I feel like I'm going to split in two," she 
whispered, "but if you stop I'll have to kill you."

He smothered a laugh and began to pump into her faster.  
She scratched at his shoulders through the linen of his shirt, 
ran her hands over his face, his neck.  "Almost there, Mulder," 
she whispered.  She closed her eyes and concentrated on nothing 
but the feel of his hot breath on her neck, his hands on her breasts, 
his throbbing sex filling her completely. "Oh God...oh, God, 
I'm coming..." she moaned, in a barely audible voice that 
nonetheless nearly drove him over the edge.  She buried her 
face in his shoulder and held onto him for dear life as she 
convulsed around him, muffling her cries with the soft fabric 
of his shirt.  

He managed to hold out a little bit longer, at least until she was 
done shaking, and then he thrusted frantically, beyond all reason, 
until he finally emptied himself into her, inadvertently letting out 
a deep growl.  "Wow, I sure am hungry," he said loudly, covering.

Scully laughed, but stopped abruptly as he involuntarily collapsed 
against her, spent, letting almost all of his weight fall on top of her.  
"Mulder, get the hell off of me!" she said without thinking, and 
her voice was quite a bit louder than a whisper.  Her hand flew to 
her mouth in dismay.

Mulder lifted himself up and withdrew from her gently, setting 
her back on her feet and straightening her blouse.  "Sorry, Scully.  
I tripped."  She glanced at him thankfully, then they turned 
their attention to setting themselves to rights.

"I need to visit the ladies' room," Scully murmured.

Mulder wasn't feeling all that comfortable himself at the 
moment.  "Good idea."

When they had both returned from their respective clean-up 
excursions, Mulder nonchalantly pulled a small gift-wrapped 
package from his top desk drawer and tossed it over to Scully, 
who examined it with surprise.

"I thought we were going to exchange gifts on Christmas Eve," 
she reminded him, raising an eyebrow quizzically.

"We are.  This is just a little something I wanted to give you
right now."

Intrigued, she tore off the paper and opened the small box.  
Resting inside was a plastic, gold-painted, fake trophy, with 
the proclamation "World's Greatest Lover" printed on a sticker 
on the plastic pedestal.  "No you did *not* buy this for me," 
Scully said in disbelief.  She wasn't sure whether to laugh, 
cry, or chuck it into the trash.  "Tell me I'm not looking 
at what I think I'm looking at."

"Don't you like it?  I thought it was cute," he pouted, 
pretending to be hurt.  He had known she would hate the 
trinket, but had taken perverse delight in buying it for her 
anyway.

She looked at him, and slowly but surely the sentiment 
behind the gift started to penetrate through her initial disgust.  
Besides, why should she let him think he'd gotten to her?  
"You know, Mulder," she said thoughtfully, studying the 
cheap thing, "this is without a doubt the cheesiest, tackiest, 
dumbest present anyone has ever given me.  And yet, there's 
something about it I like."  It was also dawning on her that 
their quickie against the wall had not been nearly enough to 
satisfy her.  Not by a longshot.  "In fact, I feel that I need to 
do something special to live up to this title."

He grinned and headed for their coats hanging on the rack 
near the door.  "Why don't we go to my place for lunch and 
discuss your qualifications?" he suggested.

She smiled seductively, envisioning the depraved things 
they would be doing to each other in a short while with 
delicious anticipation.  "Perfect.  Come to think of it, let's 
just knock off early today.  After all, it is Christmas, and 
we've barely begun to celebrate."

They started for the door, when Mulder stopped in his tracks.  
"Uh, Scully?"

"What is it, Mulder?" she said impatiently.  When something 
got in the way of her getting some, she tended to get crabby.

He smiled at her eagerness and gestured toward her desk.  
"Don't forget the wine."


The End.