Title: The Midnight Sinderella Series-Part 2 "Lunch Time" 
Author: AllthingsX
Rating: NC17 baby!
See disclaimer and all other info with part 1
Author's note: Ya know, I am truly inspired by the imagination. It can make an
ordinary "day at the office" a truly maddening experienceJ
Summary: Scully's turn-..
Timeline: As far as this series, this picks up in the afternoon following the
meeting in 'Under the Table'
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Hoover Building: Basement


Scully sat in the chair facing Mulder's desk-her customary spot in the
cluttered space she shared with her partner. She silently read over the
outline for this afternoon's meeting they were scheduled to attend. Upon
seeing the captivating line-up of events, she groaned aloud. Just as the sound
escaped her lips, she was startled by a sudden voice behind her.

"Oooo, I like to hear you make  that sound , G-Woman. But, the  next time
you're planning  extra-curricular activities during our meetings, let me know
so I can be sure to bring a change of clothes, will ya?" "This could get to be
embarrassing."

Mulder walked into the office, having just returned from the men's room to
make sure the wet spot from washing off his slacks was dry and  no longer
visible. He had spent a good bit of time in there after their morning meeting
cleaning up the results of  Scully's little, 'distraction'. "What, Mulder.
Didn't you enjoy the meeting?" she asked, a satisfied smile lighting her face.


 "Oh, it's not that I didn't enjoy it, it's just that a guy needs a little
warning if you are going to do things like that to him in public." He smiled
at her.

"Well, if I told you first, it would take something away from the spontaneity
of the whole thing, wouldn't it?" Scully was watching him closely as he dipped
his head and peered at her through purposeful eyes. She was facing away from
him, and had her head  turned so that she see him behind her.

He moved slowly, all the while never taking his eyes off hers. He took two
steps forward. He then  reached with his right hand, arm outstretched, and
swung the heavy door closed. She then heard an audible "click" as the bolt
turned in the lock. She left his gaze for a split second to see what his other
hand was doing. He had reached into his pocket and pulled out a half-eaten bag
of sunflower seeds. He stopped, emptied several into his palm, and popped on
into  his mouth and began to suck the salt off the tiny shell. He narrowed his
gaze and slowly moved his tongue from left to right over his lower lip.

Raising her eyes once more, she saw a distinct twinkle in the hazel eyes of
the man before her. He stared back at her, seemingly transfixed on her face.
It made her a bit uneasy with the intensity of his stare. "Hello?" "Mulder,
you in there?" she asked with a slight giggle.

Blinking suddenly, he replied, "Wha..? Oh, yeah. Sorry, my mind was somewhere
else." He moved across the floor and bent to kiss her on  his way  around the
desk. He took a seat across from her, and put the bag of sunflower seeds on
the desktop, spilling them out in a slight fan-shaped pattern.

It was nearly noon, and Scully was being prompted by her stomach to decide on
something to eat. "What are you doing for lunch?" "Do you want to go out or
eat here?"  She asked him in hopes that he would already have an idea, because
she had not given it any thought. When she got no answer, she asked him again,
"MULDER!" "Geeze, did you hear me? What do you want for lunch?" He did not
answer her at first, he simply stared at her.

Just when she was becoming acquainted with a little thing called
'irritation', a single word rolled from his lips. "You." He offered nothing
more, and his voice was low and raw. He sat as if frozen, while an ember was
awakening somewhere in his body, flickering to ignition and smoldering just
under the surface. Again, "You, that's what I want Scully."

Hoo Boy. She was not able to speak for what seemed like a short eternity. His
answer was about as far from expected as it could get. The depth of his stare
was piercing, she could feel it to her bones. His hands opened and closed
against the arm rests of his chair. Not wanting to fall for an ill-timed joke
on his part, Scully came back with the safest response she could think of. 

"No, seriously, Mulder. What do you want for--" She never finished her
question. He had pushed his chair away from the desk and rose to stand across
from her, the height difference suddenly becoming very intimidating with the
direction of this conversation. 

"Scully." Her name. Once again, it was the only thing she heard. It was
almost a whisper, the intensity of his mood countered by the softness of his
voice. She wet her lips through a staggered breath. As if being pulled by an
invisible gravitational force, Scully's feet moved of their own accord. She
stepped sideways, then forward and around the end of the desk to come to stand
at his side. Looking up into his eyes, the gold daggers spearing her through
and through, she felt her breathing becoming faster and more shallow. His
right hand reached out and his hand came to rest on her left arm just above
her elbow.

'Oh God'. She could feel her belly begin to tickle with the flutter of tiny
wings belonging to the family of butterflies inside. Although she and Mulder
had become lovers a few months ago, and had become very familiar with each
other's anatomy, when he got like this it always brought her to a sense of
arousal that frightened her. She never knew it could be like this. Her body
reacted to his touch in a way that she had never experienced with her previous
lovers. What few there had been. The electric current was palpable. 

He used his arm to guide her to his left, letting her come to stop directly
in front of him. She swayed slightly as his other arm came to rest parallel to
the first. He slowly let his hands slide down her arms, stopping to caress the
underside of her wrists. She loved this, and he could make her melt with this
simple, intimate gesture. His mouth turned up in a tiny smile as her eyes fell
closed and she let out a warm puff of breath that tickled the hair in the 'V'
below his unbuttoned collar.

He moved his fingers to intertwine with hers, and gave her a gentle squeeze.
She returned the action to reassure him that they were on the same track. When
one of them was "in the mood", the other was rarely far behind. There was no
convincing or 'talking into' involved. It was as if their bodies were on the
same schedule in the quest for pleasure and release. Unspoken communication,
it was there in every aspect of their partnership. 

Scully felt her heart begin to thud loudly as his mouth came to her ear and
he whispered, "I'm hungry-." And closed his lips over her earlobe. He began to
suckle there. Her knees felt as if they would buckle at any moment. As if
reading her mind, his arms moved around her waist to hold her close to him as
his mouth came around and descended on her own. Her lips parted automatically
and she moaned softly from the back of her throat as his tongue invaded and
moved against hers in a warm dance of seduction.

"Mul-Mulder-.." She was not able to form a complete sentence, and she knew
she could not stand on her own as her arms curled around his neck, pulling her
harder against his assaulting mouth. The kiss became frenzied-lips, teeth and
tongues dualled and danced as if time were a limited luxury. When she was in
his arms, her body pressed against the length of his, time stood still . She
had never imagined that anyone could make her feel what she felt at the
talented hands (and mouth) of this extraordinary man.

Mulder revelled in the feel of Scully pulling herself to him. Her tiny body
fit against his as if being side-by-side pieces of a puzzle. He felt her raise
her leg to curl around the back of his knee in an attempt to draw herself more
into contact with the evidence of his extreme arousal, and he knew he had to
break the spell for a moment if he was to accomplish his intended task. His
hands came to her face and he gently broke the kiss, eliciting a groan of
disappointment from her throat.

"Scully-Scully-listen." "Listen to me, we need to stop." He felt her go stiff
in his arms. He looked down at her, a look of diluted passion and confusion
creasing her brow.

"Wha-What? Are you kidding me?" "Jesus, Mulder. You come on like a steam
roller, get me all..all, and then you want me to just shut  it OFF? Are you
crazy? Shit!" She reached to wipe the moisture of their kiss from her mouth.

He could see that she was wound tighter than a spring, and he needed to do
something to assure her that he had no intention of shutting off anything.
"Scully, wait, just hang on a second. Let me finish." He reached for her hands
and brought them to his lips, kissing each palm in turn. She was breathing
hard and fast, and still seemed unconvinced by his actions.

"Mulder, I swear-..if you-." Once again, she did not have the opportunity to
finish her sentence. He had moved her backwards to the edge of the desk. With
one motion, he lifted her slightly and placed her on the surface as he kissed
his way from her ear to her collar bone. His lips opened and closed on her
heated skin with wet kisses, bathing an erotic path  with his tongue on the
way. She felt herself relax against his efforts.

"Scully, I want you. I want you so much-" His voice was heated and shaky. He
felt her move to undo opening of her pants, and caught her hand shaking his
head back and forth. He wanted to do it himself. He made quick work of the
single button and zipper, then he spread her legs and sat once more in the
chair, pulling himself close to her and kissing her again. This time, his
tongue traced along her full lips, savoring the taste of her as he went.
Scully began to squirm against him-

She only had one question for herself, 'Why the hell didn't you wear a SKIRT
today?!' 'Jesus, this was going to take way too long!' 'Too many damn clothes,
and we only have forty-five minutes until we have to be back upstairs.'
"Mulder-." She heard herself whisper. "Mulder, pants-.pants, off-..you too-."

He stopped her from moving off the desk, and held her wrists as he brough his
face mere inches from hers. "No, Scully. I have this all worked out."With
that, he gently pulled at the waist of her designer slacks, encouraging her to
lift her hips as he went. She moved slightly from side to side until her
pants, along with her panties, slid down her thighs and past her knees to her
ankles. She tried to toe off her shoes, but he shook his head and smiled. With
swift action, he ducked, pushed her legs up and over his  head, and rested the
underside of her thighs on his shoulders. 'Oh jeeeezus-' she thought to
herself. It was then that she understood his intentions.

"I told you I was hungry." He smiled seductively and Scully felt a rush of
moist heat surge between her legs. She tensed as she felt his fingers trace
the swollen flesh there. He leaned up to kiss her once more, wet and warm, and
then turned his attentions south, and a throaty moan escaped from her lips as
he buried his face below the patch of course, silky hair between her thighs.

"Ohhhh-Ohh, Jesus Mulder!" She was no longer responsible for anything that
came out of her mouth, she could not form coherent thoughts when he was moving
his lips and tongue on her body like this. She gripped the edge of the desk so
tightly her knuckles were turning white. Her breath was now coming in short,
uneven gasps as he pushed into her with his tongue. She knew that they didn't
have much time, but she did not think time would be a problem considering how
dedicated Mulder seemed to be to his present task. 

Mulder could feel her moving against her will with each inflection of his
touch. She was not being careful about the volume of her cries, and he could
feel himself becoming irreversibly turned on by the sound of her voice calling
his name, dripping with honeyed ecstasy. That was a sound so uniquely 'woman',
he thought. He decided he had to talk himself out of it for now, if that was
possible. He intended this to be for  her- a small payback for earlier this
morning. He was ever so appreciative, and it showed in his caress of the moist
folds at her center. She writhed against him now, displaying just how close
she was. He regretted having to make this a "quickie", but time was something
they did not have in abundance right now.


Scully was aware of nothing but his mouth, warm and wet against her body. The
feeling was overwhelming enough, but the wet, intimate sounds he made as he
traced her opening and her swollen clit were just about more than she could
stand. She practically ached with want, and she sought release with every cell
in her body. He moaned against her as she pulled his head tighter against her
with her fingers now woven through his hair. When he hummed that way, it sent
a tremor of electricity through her entire body. She was getting closer,
wanting to make it last as long as possible. She had decided since the first
time Mulder had gone down on her, that she could spend the rest of her life
with him between her legs working his magic. A hint of smile invaded her
features (which were now taught with passion) as she thought of the image in
her head.

That thought quickly vanished as she let out a pronounced gasp. His lips had
found the tiny nub, now swollen and ready to explode. He latched on and his
hands pushed her thighs as far apart as they could go being bound by her pants
still wrapped around her ankles. She felt herself moving back and forth in a
rocking motion as his touch became more intense, more agressive. He added the
slightest edge of his teeth to his ministrations, and it caused her entire
body to lurch into his mouth. "OH! Mulder-."

Mulder opened his eyes to look at Scully' face. He found, however, that he
could not see it, because her head was thrown back in an effort to keep from
tumbling over the edge to soon. She was concentrating so hard, she did not
notice the phone ringing on the desk next to her. When she finally noticed the
intrusive noise, she snapped her head up to glance quickly around the room. 

"Damn-..I can't-It-.Mulder-."  "Ohhh, God!" "Mulder- unpl..unplug the fucking
phone-NOW!" "But don't stop, don't you dare stop-.I swear Muld-..Ahh-God!"
She was barely able to string two words together.

Mulder moved to pick up the phone, momentarily replacing his mouth with his
fingers, and she shot him a look to melt steel. "Scully, they know we're down
here, if we don't answer someone will just come and knock on the door. One of
us has to answer it, and I am a little busy right now." He cast her the most
devilish smile, and resumed his work between her legs.

Her mind screamed silently,'Holy Mary and all the heavenly fathers-I can't
believe this. Just a few more minutes and we'd-I'd be finished. Shit!!'
Slowly, with a shaking hand, Scully reached to touched his shoulder to ask him
to stop what he was doing for just a minute. She caught his eye with a
stalling glance, and regretfully reached for the offending piece of shit
making all the racket. Well, at least the ringing racket.

As soon as the  receiver went to her ear, she heard Mulder snicker under his
breath and then she felt his finger slip inside her. "Scul-Scully-.." Her
voice was unsteady, and she had to work to keep her breathing at some
semblence of a normal pattern. "Yes sir-Yes sir-No, I don't have it on me
right now-."She saw Mulder smiling as he leaned back into her, and his lips
found her clit once more, and he sucked it between his lips and began to
lightly suckle at a steady pace. It was all she could do to supress a deep
seated groan as she felt her body begin to tingle with the preamble to what
promised to be a most amazing orgasm, her fingers digging sharply into the
skin of his shoulder.

"Yes sir, Yes. I under..understand-." "Wha?? Yes, No sir, I'm fi..fine. I
just ran from the..from the, from down the hall-" "Yes sir, we'll be
there-Yes, I'll relay that message to-to Ag-Agent Mulder." She could feel
herself climbing toward the peak, and the  person on the other end finally
hung up the damn phone. She absently dropped the receiver and heard it clatter
to a stop somewhere on the floor.

Mulder was now, in essence, french-kissing her body at the warm rosy
entrance. He was making love to her with his mouth, his unbelievably talented
mouth. His tongue alternated between making slow, lazy cirlcles around the
taught bundle of nerves, to taking it between his teeth and brushing it
agressively with the tip. He then began to use the flat of his tongue to make
long, wet strokes from top to bottom, causing the woman before him to moan his
name in an erotic tenor.

All at once, he felt her thighs clamp hard against his ears, somewhat
drowning out the sounds coming from deep withing her, enticing him to double
his efforts. He opened his mouth, let his tongue assault the nub now throbbing
beneath his movements. Scully was beyond coherence, completely lost to the
feelings coursing through her body. He still did not believe that there was
anything more beautiful than a woman, Scully, on the verge of climax and
calling out the name of her lover while he brought her the release she strived
for with every fiber of her being.

Her skin was flushed to a healthy shade of pink, covered in a find sheen of
sweat. Her hips bucked against his face as he drove for home in his quest to
give her the release she was seeking. His tongue made one last pass over her
over-sensitized flesh, and the last tethers holding her back were snapped.

With a tone in her voice that he had  heard  the first time she climaxed as a
result of their love-making, she cascaded over the waterfall, hitting boulders
on the way down, crying out his name as she reached the crest, and was
swallowed by the stirring mist as the falling water meshed with the swirling
spray at the bottom of the cavern. Her body finally quieted, and he left his
position and ducked back under her legs. He moved closer to hold her against
him while she waited out the tiny aftershocks that still trickled through her
body. Mulder had learned that Scully's orgasm rarely ended with the initial
crash, especially after a good round of oral sex. You see, this was her
favorite, and he seemed to be very good at it. 

When she was breathing normally again, he had helped her to her feet, handed
her a tissue so she could clean up a bit, and leaned down to place a lingering
kiss on her lips. She had told him how much it turned her on to taste herself
on his lips, on  his tongue, so he endulged her at every opportunity. She had
re-dressed, and excused herself to the ladies room to freshen up a little
before they headed back upstairs for their afternoon meeting.

Upon arriving at the conference room, they took their seats in the back of
the room. Everyone in attendance sat quietly and all voices were hushed due to
the momentary appearance of one of the Division Chiefs at the podium. It was
at that moment that Scully's stomach let out a viscious growl. After all, she
had never gotten around to eating any lunch. Several heads turned in response
to the noise, and one gentleman offered her some advice, "Maybe you should
have eaten when you had the chance." Scully could feel Mulder silently
hitching next to her as he supressed laughter. "Agent Mulder, didn't you eat
either?" the young agent asked. 

"What? Oh, me? Oh  yeah, I ate. I even had desert. It was delicious."


End
I know, I know, nothing but gratuitous smut. What can I say?But, the day is
not over!J 
See you in part 3!!