From: Viceyy@aol.com Date: Tue, 13 Jun 2000 02:03:19 EDT Subject: Calm, cool and Collected 1/3 Source: direct CALM, COOL AND COLLECTED 1/3 BY LEELEE RATING: NC-17 CATEGORY: SK/SC SPOILER: REQUIEM SUMMARY: Scully needs some help finding herself one year after her partner's disappearance. The big guy comes to her rescue. DISCLAIMER: Why do we feel the need to write these? I mean really! But just in case. I have nothing, Chris! I swear! And I couldn't make money on the crap I write if I wanted to! DEDICATIONS: This story is dedicated to my sister who is 30 weeks pregnant with identical twin girls! Being as big as a house, her love muffin can't touch her. So, I wrote this to torture her. (Now we're even for you telling everyone I had flat feet!) And as always, to Chuck. Who thanks God none of MY ova split! THANKS: To the wonderful SeekerOne. Who is an amazing beta and also writes smut that improves my love life! Also, thanks to Red Valerian for her fantastic site. ARCHIVE: Just write and tell me where. QUICK AUTHORS NOTE: When I originally posted this story as a WIP, I received a few letters asking "where's baby Mulder" and I felt I should add a note explaining why there's no reference to the little guy (or girl). Fact is... the little dickens just didn't fit into my plan to have Mommy play hide the salami with her sexy boss! This story is imagined one year after Requiem. And during that year anything could have happened including the happy birth of a baby. If you want to picture the little peanut being well tended by Grandma Maggie while Mommy takes a breather, fine by me. Enjoy the story. Leelee FEEDBACK: Please! Send to Viceyy@aol.com CHAPTER ONE The dream invaded her slumber again. Mulder was bent over, his nude torso covered with poorly healing incisions. Battle scars from the tests that they had preformed. A few of the incisions were inflamed from the poor care he had received. Green serous drainage oozed from them dripping down onto the waistband of a ragged pair of prison pants. Large patches of his hair were pulled out and festering sores covered his scalp. He was silent, as he stood stooped over in front of her. Slowly, he lifted his arm. Holding out his hand to her as if to plead for help. His dry cracked lips parted revealing rotting teeth. One whispered word broke the silence. "Scully..." The scream that woke her was her own. She had to struggle to release herself from the twisted and sweaty sheets that clung to her like a living thing. As she had done every night for the past week, she walked around the hotel room and turned on all the lights. Inspecting the shabby room, she saw no dangers. No Mulder either. He was far away. So far she couldn't help him. All she could do was wait. She had been in Arizona a week doing just that. Arriving two days before the one-year anniversary of her partner's abduction. The Gunmen had decided that if he were returned it would be to this spot. Her days were spent wandering around the desert looking for any sign of his return. She told herself that she was looking for clues. Any information she could find about where he was and when he would come back to her. But, she knew in her heart that all she was doing was wasting time. Anything to make the days past swifter. Anything to make her so exhausted she would sleep with out dreaming. Unfortunately, it wasn't working. She felt she was going mad. This was not who she was. Dana Scully did not sit around and pine away like a weakling. She could take this. She could survive this. So why couldn't she make herself leave? It was as though she had lost herself when her partner was taken. It was not the first time they had been separated, but somehow this was devastating to her. If she could only remember the details of her own abduction. Maybe then, if she knew what he was facing, she could go home and go about her life until he returned. She remembered the regression therapy that Mulder had arranged for her. She could do that; she could call the doctor and see if he could help her. But the doctor was in D.C. and she could not force herself to return home despite the numerous calls from both Skinner and her mother. Skinner's calls had been the most persistent. Over the past year their relationship had changed. He was still her boss and she respected him in that role, but she argued with him a lot. He seemed to think he knew her better than she knew herself. Right after Mulder had been taken he had treated her like he was a protective parent. Even when she repeatedly told him to back off. But lately he had been more pushy than coddling. Constantly saying things like she needed to get on with her life. She had hung up on him the last time he had called. No way was she going to sit and listen to him order her back to Washington. How could she return? It was as though her life was on hold. For seven years Mulder had been her partner and closest friend. They had ripped that away from her and she felt like she had lost all direction in her life. Pulling off her sweat soaked pajamas; she lay down on the bed to let her body air dry. She hated feeling that she couldn't survive without him. The helplessness she felt was the hardest thing she had ever had to deal with. She had only felt this powerless once before, during her cancer, and she had sworn to herself that she would never allow anything to control her like that again. How could she explain this to Skinner? No, it was better that she stays here until she was ready. Closing her eyes, she stretched her arms above her head and enjoyed the air that was cooling her moist flesh. A soft knocking interrupted her thoughts. She looked at the door in shock. It was two AM. It could only be one person. Mulder! Yanking the sheet off the bed, she wrapped it around her and rushed to the door. Without a thought to her safety she fumbled with the lock and flung it open. She felt her heart would explode. It was finally over, he was home and now they could go on with their lives. But when she saw the man standing in front of her, all her hopes shattered. Skinner was shocked at her appearance. Scully was rumpled and wild eyed. A bed sheet loosely covered her obviously nude body. The sheen of sweat across her chest and the tops of her breast gave her the look of someone who had just had sex. Jesus Christ, he thought. What have I walked into? His hands clenched into fists. This had better not be another Ed Jerse thing. If she were holed up here getting laid trying to find herself or any other bullshit like that, he would kick her pretty little ass. He quickly scanned the room and fought the desire to pull out his gun and blow away whoever it was. No one better touch her. No one. To his relief though, the room appeared empty. Even the bathroom seemed empty through the open door. He looked at her confused. "Scully?" She pulled the sheet up tighter across her chest. Shock had turned to anger. "What the hell are you doing here?" He looked into the blue eyes that sparkled with anger and took a determined breath. "I've come to bring you home." Only his quick responses allowed him to catch the door before she slammed it in his face. "Leave me alone, you bastard!" He had expected resistance, tears, even hysteria but not this anger. Instead of reasoning with her, he pushed his way in. Her slight body no match for his strength. Grabbing her by the arms, he held her still while she struggled to get away from him. "You have no right!" she sputtered. Her small size was no match for his large hands and fierce determination. "I took a leave of absence. Now leave me the hell alone." Her struggling was causing the sheet to slip. Skinner kept his eyes well above where it gapped open in the front. He did not want to freak her out any more than she obviously was and this was not the time to admire her partially exposed heaving breasts. He held her firmly until she finally calmed down and hung her head avoiding his searching glance. He could feel the tremors passing through her slight frame. He looked down at her almost bare breasts and sucked his breath in deeply. Scully breasts were not large, but they were full and round. Two pretty little handfuls he wished he could see more of. The thought must have made his fingers lax. Scully jerked out of his grip and yanked the sheet back around her. Skinner blinked to clear the intense image from his head. Using his firmest Assistant Director Walter S. Skinner voice he said, "I'll leave you alone after we've talked." She drew in a shuttering breath and stepped back as he let go of her arms. Lifting her head she looked at him with defiant eyes. "So. Talk." Skinner was a methodical man and would not allow her to rush him on this. He had planned it all out in his mind on the flight from D.C. Dana Scully was obviously going through a severe personal crisis and he owed it to her to help her through it. Briefly he thought of Mulder. He owed it to him as well, but Scully was the focus now. Mulder was gone and may never come back. Over the past year, Skinner had watched his most capable agent go from calm, cool and collected to a complete basket case. She seemed to have lost all control. Or, he thought, she had had it taken away, and somehow he had to reach her. He wanted her in the present, in the here and now. Not wallowing in the past. She had grown to mean too much to him. Working his way further into the room he shut the door behind him and led an angry and silent Scully over to the bed. Looking down at her discarded pajamas, he tried to ignore the fact that the petite redhead was practically naked beside him. This was too important and he had to concentrate in order to get through to her. He sat on the side of the bed and looked up into her flushed face. "Scully this has to stop." His voice was as gentle as his rolling emotions would allow. "This is none of your damn business!" She still sounded angry, but he thought he heard a note of pleading in her voice. "My best agent has holed up in a cheap hotel in the middle of the Arizona desert and refuses to come home. Why isn't this my business? And why would you think I would sit by and watch you self destruct without trying to help?" The anger quickly left her body at his words. He wanted to help and a part of her desperately needed his help. Even if it was painful to admit it. Sighing, she sat down beside him. She had no idea what to say to him or even to herself. She looked so forlorn with her head bowed and her hands pressed together in her lap. He wanted to pull her to him and hold her close. He had to help this woman through this. "Why won't you come home Scully?" "I have to find Mulder." She whispered. "If I leave now, I may not be here when he returns." "You need to come home. Back to D.C. This is not the place for you. The answers you need are not here. They're back there. Somewhere in the X-files." He couldn't resist the urge. Reaching out he cupped her cheek and drew her to face him. Her eyes looked huge and her face was lined with exhaustion. Skinner pushed aside the desire to lean in and press his lips to hers. Even though he would intend it only for comfort, he didn't want to risk it. They last thing he wanted was for her to feel threatened in any way. Still, it was tempting. He had always had a thing for her mouth. Pushing the dangerous thought aside, he tried to reason with her. "Don't you understand that being here is a waste of your time? A waste of your life?" Her eyes sparked with anger. "Don't tell me about waste. I've devoted all of myself to Mulder's cause and I won't have you telling me it's all a waste!" Jerking her face out of his hand she stood and stormed into the bathroom. Just as she was slamming the door she yelled, "Get out!" It was obvious to him he had to try another tact. All common sense had left her. She needed to get back to her life, even a life without Mulder. He needed to somehow get her back to D.C. Maybe there she could find the answers she needed. And hopefully she could find herself again along the way. She sat on the toilet seat and waited for the sound of him leaving. God damn arrogant son of a bitch! Why wouldn't he just leave her alone? All of her clothes were out in the room. She just wanted to find out what happened to Mulder. She wouldn't let him or anyone drag her back to D.C, without knowing the truth, even if it meant that finding out Mulder was gone for ever. At least then she could go back to Washington without this feeling of fear and helplessness. She heard him talking into the phone. Leave me alone! She almost screamed. Minutes past and it became clear to her that Skinner was not going to leave until they had another confrontation. She was so tired, but was determined not to let him see her weaknesses. If he did, he may never leave her alone. The care and concern had been apparent in his face. The last thing she needed right now was a warm and fuzzy daddy figure wanting to hold her hand. Being treated like a grieving widow for the past year was one of the reasons she was in this sorry shape to begin with. Taking a deep breath she tightened the sheet around her and mentally prepared herself for battle. You want a fight you big bald ape? Well here I come! Skinner was sitting at the small wobbly table waiting for her. The look on his face looked annoyingly like pity. Scully saw blood red. "Why haven't you left?" She almost screamed. Skinner just sighed and sat back in the chair. Scully walked to the dresser and yanked opened the drawer. Turning to him she tried again. "I need to get dressed. Now. So get out!" Skinner determinedly kept his eyes on her flushed face. He would not allow himself to watch the way the sheet was pulling against her curves. She was his friend! Well sort of, he thought. "I'm not leaving without you, Scully." They stared into each other's eyes both determined to get the upper hand in this monumental battle of wills. Scully blinked first. "I'm not leaving. Not until I'm satisfied he's not coming back." Skinner continued to pierce her with his steely gaze. "I mean it, Skinner! I'm not leaving." "Alright." He said in a calm voice. "How long are we staying." She put her hands on her hip. The sheet gapped down to the tops of her breasts, "There is no WE, I'm staying, you're leaving." Skinner dropped his head in frustration. Pulling off his glasses, he rubbed his eyes to buy himself some time. This would probably be easier if she had clothes on, but he could handle this. Just let her know who's in charge. It was just difficult to stay on track. Her flashing blue eyes and mussed hair was making his mouth water. Putting his glasses back on he stood and walked over until he was standing in front of her. Long ago he had learned to use his large size to intimidate smaller people. Intimidating Scully would be extremely difficult though. She was a very strong personality. At least she had been until her whole world fell apart. The past year he had stood by and watched her turn into a neurotic, paranoid frightened mess. He wanted. The capable agent he could always count so much back. The strong willed woman he admired safely from a distance. The one who's strength had always turned him on. "I'm not leaving. As long as you stay here, so will I! So, if you want to stay awhile that's fine, but I'm staying with you. You are not behaving in a sane rational manner. Both your mother and I are worried." Scully's mouth dropped open with shock at his audacity. "What do you mean both MY mother and you? Who the hell do you think you are, Skinner, my father?" She never realized what a jerk her boss was. "I know you won't admit it, but you need help, Scully. And I promised your mother as a friend that I would bring you back. Maybe you need a father figure to help you see what you're doing to yourself." Scully was speechless. Why he felt she needed him so much was beyond her. She was a thirty five-year-old woman who was in charge of her own life. And she had been in charge of her own life since she was very young. Damn him to hell and back. She wouldn't put up with this crap. It didn't matter that he was her boss. She had to remind him that he was not dealing with some lost little girl. She'd flay him alive! Scully took a deep breath and fought to appear as outwardly calm. She tried dropping her voice into a husky whisper. She had never been very good at this being sexy stuff, but she'd damn well give it a shot. Looking up at him through her eyelashes she said, "So where you gonna sleep, Daddy." Her voice hit him like a brick. He had been trying so hard to ignore the fact that she was standing in front of him sweaty and wrapped in a sheet. Between that and her voice, he felt his blood rush south. Shit! Come on Walter, not now! She needed his help. Not this! "Stop it, Scully." He tried to keep his voice stern. "I'm going to get a room nearby. And, after we've gotten some rest, we will talk about when we're going home." Great, she thought, I'd just wait until he leaves and ditch him. She had plenty of cash and once she left, she could disappear until she was truly ready to return. "Sure, fine, whatever, Skinner. Now Goodnight." She vaguely waved her hand in the direction of the door and tried to hide her smirk. Skinner narrowed his eyes. Why would she suddenly be so accommodating? Unless... "On second thought it is pretty late. I can just catch a nap in the chair." Scully's face went red as she realized how easily he had seen through her. "Get out of my room, damn it!" Skinner just smiled slightly and turned to walk back to the chair. He didn't know whether to be pleased that he had guessed her plan so quickly or sad that such a clever woman had become so transparent. He couldn't help taking a shot at her. "Sorry sweetheart, Daddy's staying right here." Scully stood and watched as her boss settled down into one of the cheap chairs. He pulled the other one around and propped his feet up in it. He looked so pleased with himself she wanted to shoot him. All right you asked for it. Flay the jerk alive, she reminded herself. She reached into the drawer to grab a clean pair of pajamas. But when she turned to go into the bathroom she had another idea. So he wanted to stay, did he? Well, she knew how to make him squirm. She was no fool. That "Daddy" comment had made him very uncomfortable for a moment. Skinner was an honorable man. Maybe she could drive him out some other way. "Skinner, I'm going to get dressed for bed." She heard his tired sigh. "So. Get dressed." He had leaned his head against the wall and his eyes looked closed. She moved over in front of him, wanting to give him a better view. It looked as though he was drifting off to sleep. Carefully unwrapping the sheet, she let it slowly drop to the floor. She wanted to lift her eyes to see if he was looking, but she didn't want him to spot the nervousness she felt. Reaching for her pajama top she wondered if he was even awake. Skinner hadn't missed a thing. The sheet had slid down her body and took most of his good intentions with it. What had he said? She needed a daddy? Jesus! Had he really said something so inane? He held his breath as she leaned slightly to pick up her top. The action caused her breasts to sway to the left and forced him to reach down and tug at his fly. The way it was digging into his sudden erection was painful. Scully slipped the top on her arms and starting from the bottom, she begun to slowly button it up in a bizarre, reverse strip tease. She was pretty sure at this point that he was watching. Of course, it could be that his harsh breathing was a sign of sleep. Lifting her eyes slightly, she got a good look at him. His mouth was open slightly and his eyes were on her breasts. Her nipples tightened to hard points under his perusal. Skinner's tongue slipped out and brushed his upper lip. She answered with a rush of wetness between her legs. His eyes followed her fingers as they rose up her chest, carefully closing each small button. Scully realized her breathing was almost as harsh as his was. Skinner fingers were twitching. She pulled the last button through the fabric and he ached to jump up and rip the top back off. He had the perverse desire to watch her slowly put it back on again. He had always found her extremely attractive, but had also always known that he would never act on the attraction. Now, she stood before him looking so fucking sexy he could barely stand it. Scully reached for her pajama pants. Her arms felt shaky and hot, as if all the blood had rushed to the surface. Why was she doing this again? Oh, yeah, right to flay him alive. To prove to him that she was not some helpless waif. Yeah, right whatever. She looked directly at the huge bulge in his lap and could swear she saw it twitch. Her legs turned to jelly. He looked at the neatly trimmed fur between her legs, partially obscured by her top. Just one more reason to rip it back off. He almost rose to do it. Maintaining control was becoming difficult. He wanted to press her small soft body against the wall, dip his fingers into that fur and see if she was wet. She was so incredibly wet! She watched as Skinner gaped at her pussy and felt a thrill of pure female power. After a year of feeling helpless, it felt delicious. Turning around slowly, she bent to pull on the pants. She felt a trickle of wetness sliding down her inner thigh. It had been so long since she had even touched herself. The thought that Skinner was watching her ass made her feel she could come just from one flick of her fingers. He reached down and ran his hand over his cock. It was straining against his pants so hard he wondered if it would split the zipper. Not that he cared. He didn't care about anything other than Scully's milky white, tight ass that was completely exposed to him. She bent over further to pull the pants up and her sex peeped out between her slightly parted legs. The self-control that he was so well known for snapped like a dry twig. Jumping out of his chair, he crossed over to her in two strides and took what he wanted. One hand went around her chest and he grabbed her breast almost painfully tight. The other clutched her between the legs and his fingers jammed up inside her tightness. He met no resistance since the salty wet evidence of her arousal was dripping out of her in an almost embarrassing amount. He pulled her up hard against him. She cried out and rubbed her ass against his thighs. Grabbing the hand that was clutching her sex, she tried to press his long, invading fingers in deeper. Skinner mashed his hard cock against the small of her back. It felt huge. He bent his head and moaned into her ear, before grabbing her earlobe in his teeth and biting down lightly. His raged breath, panting into her ear caused chills to race down her body. Oh god! She thought, I'm going to come. He mashed her body to him. She was so small, but far from delicate. Just rubbing her firm body against him was enough for the moment. He wanted to feel her close before he threw her down on the bed and fucked her like an animal. He wanted to own her. He would use his dick to drive all the bad things away and bring his Scully back. He wanted her back so much he had flown out here in the middle of the night to get her. She felt like wet silk. Her body was responding so completely to his fingers that he knew he had to get her off like this. He licked and bit her across the neck and shoulders. Stopping only to drink in her scent. He could smell her arousal. He added another finger deep inside her hot, wet, pussy and answered her desperate moan with a low growl of his own. The feeling was so intense. It had been so long since any fingers had touched her there beside her own. Skinner was using his to ream her out. His thumb rubbed her swollen clit and she felt an orgasm building at an alarming rate. He was manipulating her into a frenzy. With a cry she exploded on his hand. The force of her orgasm shocked her. Everything went blank and if he weren't holding her so tight, she would have collapsed. For the first time in a year she felt alive. Strangely enough that very sensation scared her. Her voice was a pleading whisper. "Skinner, please stop." Her voice was pleading, and somewhere in his lust-fogged brain that pleading struck a chord. His hands stilled. No! He thought. Dear God, not now. I want her so bad! Skinner fought his conscience with every once of strength he had. He could make her he knew he could. Dana Scully was melting in his hands. But finally he stopped. Pulling his fingers out of her, he released the breast he had been mauling. He gave a heaving sigh of frustration and silently cursed his antiquated value system. Scully felt so empty when he let go of her. It was too much. Just too soon to lose all control. She snatched up her pants and fled to the bathroom. Skinner walked over and fell back in the chair. His cock was still rock hard and had become painful. Good, he thought. I should suffer. She was going through a terrible personal crisis and he chose this very moment to let loose all the sexual excitement that was never far from the surface in his dealings with her. Some friend he was. He closed his eyes and rested his head back against the wall in resignation. Trying to gain control of his over stimulated body. If he could just rinse her juices off his fingers he would be OK. Slipping a finger into his mouth, he tasted her and his battle for control began again. He just wanted her so badly. It took him a half-hour to regain control of himself. Scully was silent in the bathroom. He had no idea what was going through her head. Slut! Cheap Cunt! Whore! That's what you are Dana Scully. She looked in the mirror at her flushed face and was repulsed. Skinner was her boss for Christ sake. What was it with these authority figures? Yes, she had always felt an attraction to him, but why now? Scully looked into the mirror and tried to calm herself. But God, it had felt so good. The power of knowing that she had caused such a strong willed man to attack her like that was almost better than the orgasm itself. She had been so helpless for so long that she wanted to own him. To drive him mad with wanting her. Was that it then? Was that what she needed to find her way back to herself? And, what did that say about her? She shook her head and gave up making sense of it. This had gone on too long. She had to do what ever it took to end this fear. She washed herself up and tried to forget the feel of his large hands and hard cock that had rubbed so firmly against her back. Pulling on her pants she opened the bathroom door and faced her fate. Skinner watched as she strode back into the room. The look on her face was a mixture of determination and need. He would have none of it though. They had gone as far as they were going to go. Losing control had been the biggest mistake he had ever made, and it wouldn't happen again. He would get her safely back home and help her to get over this, but he would not lay another hand on her! "Scully, go to bed. Right now. In the morning we are getting in your car and driving home. We're going to forget that this night ever happened." He stood and walked out of the room leaving her standing there speechless. Forget it? She thought. They had been seconds away from wild mind-blowing sex and he wanted to forget it? What a frigging asshole! This had better not be the return of protective, caring Skinner. She couldn't take that from him. She looked over on the dresser and noticed that the contents of her purse were scattered across the surface. No! She almost screamed. He didn't! Sure enough as she looked through her belongings she realized what he had done. Her wallet and keys were missing! Scully just stood and stared. So he thought he could force her into coming back with him. He would pay for this! No one told her what to do, not her parents, not her brother, and certainly not a tight ass former marine with a stick up his ass. Scully smiled as she worked out her plan. She would go with him like he wanted, but she definitely wouldn't make it easy on him. No, she thought, she would make it very, very hard for AD Walter S. Skinner. Very hard indeed! Scully lay down on the bed and pulled the sheet over her shoulders. Her face had a slight smile as she fell into a dreamless sleep for the first time in months. Viceyy@aol.com CALM, COOL AND COLLECTED 2/3 CHAPTER TWO They drove in silence for the entire morning. He had pulled her car around after checking them both out and just sat there waiting for her to get in the passenger seat. Biting back the desire to just shoot him, Scully had got in and stared silently out the window. It would take them days to reach Washington and she had plans to make. She would not rest until she had turned her boss into her slave. She needed to be in charge. Now she had to figure out how to do it. Around eleven she had peeked over at him and examined his profile. She had always thought him handsome in a stern older man kind of way. And he had come all the way out here to help her. Scully felt her resolve slipping. He had really been there for her this past year. She really shouldn't be mean to him in any way. Settling back into her seat, Scully decided that maybe she should ask him for help instead of using his obvious infatuation with her. After all, it was obvious he had a thing for her. Playing with him would be almost cruel. And Dana Scully was not deliberately cruel, unless she had to be. Turning to him she asked the poor man kindly, "Can we stop and get some lunch?" She gifted Skinner with a soft smile. He just grunted and moved her car into the right lane. The look on his face was somewhat puzzled, but wary. They ate a greasy lunch in a truck stop. She tried to talk to him, but it was difficult. What do you say to your boss after he had got you off with his hand just a few hours earlier? She was determined though and the lunch went pleasantly enough. Going to the bathroom she congratulated herself on being so gracious. Walking out of the restroom, she stopped and stared. Two things were immediately apparent to her, their waitress was blatantly flirting with Skinner and he was doing nothing to discourage her. The waitress, whose nametag said Margie, was leaning over him refilling his coffee and if she wasn't mistaken she was shoving her very large silicone boobs in his face! Jesus, how pathetic! Skinner was smiling at her and eyeing that obscenely large chest like a hungry man. She felt like he had kicked her in the gut. Skinner was talking with the old hag and actually flirting back! That jerk! She had said her name was Margie and even though she was not really his type it was flattering to have the attention. Somehow it made dealing with the incident with Scully easier. She was trying to coax him into waiting around until she got off work in an hour. All the old instincts kicked in and even though he knew he would not take her up on the offer, he flirted right back. He was laughing at something she had said when his favorite agent walked determinedly up. Scully smiled gaily at the waitress before saying, "Dad, I talked to Mom and she said her chemotherapy session went well this time. She's hardly been sick at all" The waitress turned and stared at Scully, giving her a shocked look before looking down at Skinner in disgust. "Um, well, nice meeting you Walt." she hurried away. The look on his face was almost comical. Son of a bitch! She thought, that would teach him. Skinner narrowed his eyes at her but didn't say anything. Her triumph lasted until they walked out to the car. Not waiting for him, she positioned herself in front of the driver's side door and reached out her hand expectantly for the car key. Skinner couldn't help it, that dad crack had pissed him off. He stood very close and took her by the shoulder to push her unceremoniously out of the way. His smile grew large as she vehemently protested the man handling. "Now, now, sweetheart, daddy's going to drive." He then reached out and swatted her backside before opening the door and settling himself in the driver's seat. Scully stood in the parking lot fuming. So much for kindness, she had given him his chance. About two in the afternoon she had put her plan in motion. Unbuttoning the top button of her blouse, she reached her hands above her head and stretched. Her breasts pressed against her tight shirt. She looked over at Skinner expectantly, no response. She had to try a new tact. "I'm sorry if I embarrassed you back there." The look on her face was total contrition. Skinner, who was trying to keep his eye on the road and off her now exposed cleavage, wasn't fooled for a moment. He just reached over and patted her knee. She tried not to jump at the contact. "That's okay darling, Daddy's not mad." Jerk, she thought. "Really Sir, I shouldn't have interfered. You probably could have gotten a little." Skinner gave her a wide and very fake smile. "Not with my little girl watching." Boy, she thought, that Daddy comment really must have touched a nerve. So keep on it. Go with the age thing, she told herself. She reached over and patted his thigh right back. His thigh was like steel under her hand. "Now we both know that Margie didn't really believe that I was your daughter." Skinner jerked his hand away and said nothing. She'd better drop this age shit real quickly, he thought. She bit back a laugh and reluctantly pulled her hand back. This was almost too easy! Stay on the defensive. Don't allow him to regroup. Scully went on the attack. "She did seem interested in you, but I doubt if they were real." Skinner had no doubt what she was referring to. "It's sad that she was so desperate that she would try to get just ANY customer in the sack." He looked over at her with unreadable eyes. She knew that he had understood the insult, but he didn't seem to be rising to the bait. Scully racked her brain for another way to insult her poor pathetic boss. "I would have been willing to wait you know." She gave him a smug look. "You didn't have let the opportunity pass." Brat! He thought. No way was he going to continue to sit there and take this abuse. "Your right Scully, I have so few opportunities to get some off of desperate women." He turned and gave her a pointed look. She took a deep breath as she saw red. He was not playing fair. It took her a few seconds to come up with a reply. "Well, yes I can see a desperate woman like that going for you." He reached over and covered her hand with his. The touch was electric and he noted with some satisfaction that she jumped slightly. "Don't worry about Daddy. Women like him just fine." He said with a smile. She threw off his hand. This was not going the way she wanted at all. When did she become so bad at baiting a man? She refused to examine her need to have him under her heel. "Yes, well luckily you eat in diners and truck stops. It makes it easy to find your type of women. I suppose if you're lucky they even have their own teeth" She mumbled. Skinner gripped the wheel. He had had enough of her little game. She had no idea how close she was to being put over her knee. An image of her sweet ass with her panties pulled down did him in. He had to put an end to this right now before he completely lost control again. Silently her pulled the car over to the curb and put it in park. Scully looked straight ahead. She watched from the corner of her eye as he unbuckled his seat belt and tried not to gasp to loudly when he was suddenly leaning over her. "What the hell are you doing, Skinner?" She put as strong a warning as she could in her voice. Her heart was pounding as she was face to face with him. Skinner brought his face close to hers and gave her a small smile. Her body and mind were at war with each other. Her mind wanted to strike out at him, but her body wanted to nibble on his lower lip. With a small frustrated sound she gave in and lifted her chin. Every part of her wanting his kiss. His lips moved in closer and she felt butterflies take up residence in her stomach and an annoying ache form in her breasts. She gave a little cry when, without warning she was flung back. Her seat reclining backwards until she was almost flat. Skinner lifted his hand from where he had lifted the seat lever. Gripping her chin firmly with his large fingers, he held her face still and spoke slowly. The threat of his body over hers was unmistakable. "My little girl is getting bratty because she is over tired. So take a nap Scully or I'll put you over my knee." She looked into his steely gaze and gulped. She had the terrible feeling he would do just that. His gaze was unreadable and she nodded slightly. Skinner straightened and put his seatbelt on before putting the car in drive and easing back out onto the highway. Oddly, she felt how incredibly tired she was. After so little sleep over such a long time, Scully felt herself drifting off to the sound of the tires eating up the long endless highway. Just before she fell fast asleep, she felt Skinner's fingers gently stroking her cheek. Somehow he made taking a nap okay. She sighed with pleasure at his soft touch and drifted off. She awoke three hours later feeling refreshed as she stretched like a cat after her nap. Without comment Skinner pulled off the next exit and found a gas station. She grabbed her overnight bag out of the back and went to the rest room to freshen up. Washing her face she noticed a difference. The long nap had done her good. Her eyes seemed brighter and the tight lines around her mouth that she had been covering up with make up were gone. She reapplied only a small amount of powder and walked out to see what the big, controlling, jerk was up to now. Going out to the car she saw him paying the attendant for the gas he had obviously pumped. It was her damn car, but he was getting in the driver's seat like he owned it. She was not about to put up with any more of his crap! Stalking over to the car she flung open the drivers side door and glared at him. "Out!" Skinner sat back and gave her an exasperated look. "Get in the car Scully. You're in no shape to drive." "No shape!" Her voice was much to shrill for her liking. Toning it down she hissed through her teeth at him. "I just took the nap you forced on me. You're the one in no shape to drive. Now why don't you go lie down. This happens to be my car and I'm sick of your alpha male controlling bullshit!" Skinner tried to stay calm. His hands were griping the wheel and if she knew how close he was to wrapping them around her lily-white neck she would back off. He kept his tone even and firm. "Get in and sit down. It may be your car, but I have the key and until I decide differently I will be the driver and you the SILENT passenger." He was almost shouting at the end. She was not deterred. Somehow, someway she would get the best of him today. Skinner used his foot to push her out of the way and slammed the door. She was enraged! This was it. The final straw. She would not go another inch with him. He could have her car and drive it to hell for all she cared. "Go to hell," she snapped at him. Adjusting her bag on her shoulder, she turned on her heel and stormed off. Skinner watched her stomping away and banged his head against the steering wheel in frustration. Across the street was a hotel. The fact that he still had her wallet didn't stop her. She quickly dodged the cars and crossed the street. She would check in here and he could do what ever he wanted. She walked up to the hotel office and opened the door. Money, she thought, credit cards. She paused with her hand on the doorknob and chewed her lip trying to decide what to do. If she could just get back her wallet. She wanted to look back to see if Skinner was still there. She ignored the little voice inside her that said he would never leave her stranded. She quickly formed a plan. Since it was her mother who had asked the arrogant son of a bitch to come get her, her mother had better get her out of this mess. She would go to the restaurant attached to the hotel, have a cup of coffee, and call her mother to wire her enough money to get by on. It was simple but perfect. She ignored her car pulling up beside her as she walked into the small shabby restaurant. She was waiting at the "Hostess will seat you" sign when he caught up with her. He said nothing just stood behind her and glared down at her with his arms across his chest. The waitress walked over and luckily for her, her name was not Margie. "How many?" the perky young girl asked with a smile. "One." She growled. "Two." He returned. The waitress' eyes went wide as she looked at the two angry and determined customers. Discretion was truly the better part of valor she decided. So she waved her hand in the general direction of some empty booths and scurried off. Scully made her way over to a booth in the corner and sat down with a huff. Skinner watched her finding a seat and feeling sure she wouldn't leave for a few moments, left to go check in to the motel. This was getting completely out of hand, he told himself. This stupid temper tantrum of hers had gone on for too long. Where was the old Scully he had so admired? This bratty little bitch act was driving him nuts and he had every intention of ending this whole charade right here and right now. He stood and gritted his teeth for what felt like the hundredth time that day. The only time he had been able to relax this entire day was when she had slept in the car. And since she had been so rotten and not re-buttoned that annoying top button, he had not even been able to relax fully then. Her breasts rising and falling under her tight shirt had almost caused him to have an accident. He had repeated his vow not to lay a hand on her a thousand times, but the image of her lifting her face expecting his kisses had burned itself into her brain. Scully, he thought. What am I going to do with you? His body seemed to know the answer to that question and as he waited for the desk clerk he cursed himself again for not easing his almost overpowering sexual tension after leaving her this morning. Instead he had lain awake and fought his arousal while battling the image of her sweet body as it danced around her head. He'd be damned if he went another step until she was calmed down and the situation was firmly back under his control. He rented two adjoining rooms all the while debating the wisdom of having the temptation of only a thin door between them. Walking back to the restaurant, he straightened his spine. He could resist her. All he had to do was to stay calm Scully sat in the same booth and sipped at a cup of coffee. He sat facing her and called the waitress over to get him a cup too. His churning stomach wouldn't allow food anyway. She looked out the plate glass window and ignored him. "I got us rooms for the night. I think we both could use some rest." She said nothing for a very long time just sipped her coffee and looked out the window. "Give me back my wallet, Skinner." Her voice was tired; he took this as a good sign. If she was getting tired he could reason with her. "Scully, don't you see what has happened to you? This past year has taken away who you are. Please, stop fighting me and just come home." His words washed over her like a soothing wave. She was so tempted to just give in and let him take care of every thing. The past year had taken away who she was. God yes, that was so true. "Scully," he interrupted her thoughts "let me get you some help." Help? Didn't he realize that being coddled like this for the past year had driven her to this? That being wrapped in cotton padding had made her behave like she did now? Skinner was looking at her with a kind, paternal look on his face. She fought down the urge to throw her coffee at him. She scowled at him and said, " Help? Is that what you call it? Is that what you think your doing? Stealing my wallet and taking control of MY car?" Skinner took off his glasses and tiredly rubbed his eyes. "Don't do this Scully.." He wanted her to back off and just accept what he was offering, but she went on with her tirade without stopping, her voice growing louder in the busy restaurant. "Do you call what happened last night help? You almost raped me..." Skinner's fist hit the table and the silverware jumped. "That's enough, Agent Scully! You will not act the injured party! You were the one who dropped that sheet!" "You wouldn't leave MY room!" All around the diner, people were stopping and turning their heads to the sound of the rapidly escalating argument. The two combatants didn't even notice as they glared at each other and made accusations. Even when the large highway patrolman with a large beer belly got slowly from his chair and walked over. "You storm into my hotel room and steal my things then kidnap me!" "Oh, come on Scully, your being ridiculous." The cop pulled his nightstick from his belt. So far he had over heard the petite red head accuse the large guy of theft and kidnapping. "So it was okay that you tried to force yourself on me?" Skinner was sputtering, "You were practically begging me for it!" The cop had heard enough. Poking the nightstick into the large man's arm he ordered him to stand up. Skinner and Scully both looked at him with surprise. They had no idea anyone else was in the place. Skinner was not about to tolerate a distraction. He was just about put her in her place. "What the hell do you want?" He shouted at the cop. The cop backed off and put his hand on his holstered gun. "Alright buddy. Stand up and back away from the table." Skinner sized up the tall man that stood before him. Scully had infuriated him with her unfounded accusations. Now this stupid red neck thought he could threaten him. By God, he was Assistant Director of the FBI! No way was this local yokel going to get in his way. Standing up he struck a threatening pose and shouted "Mind your own damn business. This is between my agent and myself and if you don't back off I'll have your fucking BADGE! Do you hear me MISTER?" The cop was getting scared. This man was obviously dangerously psychotic. Agent? He had better call for back up. Scully watched Skinner verbally attack the cop and her anger fled. Holy Christ, she thought, he's going to get himself thrown in jail. She had to stop this before it got totally out of hand. The last thing she wanted was for this to become public record She stood up and placed herself between her angry boss and the near panicked cop giving a quick prayer of thanks that both her and Skinner's guns were locked in the car, out of sight. She touched Skinner's rigid arm with both her hands and looked into his flashing eyes. "Stop it Skinner, you're freaking the poor guy out." Something in her tone quieted him. She turned and raised her hand placatenly toward the cop. "It's fine really officer, He's just a bit upset with me. Please relax, he is not dangerous to civilians." Her voice seemed to calm the cop down a bit, but he still was wary. "Lady, are you in any danger?" She plastered her sweetest smile on her face and shook her head. She could feel Skinner relaxing behind her. Being in charge again felt good. "We're just having an argument. It's over now, so don't worry. I'll take him to our room and get him to cool off." The cop looked at Skinner who was trying to get his breathing back under control. Putting his thumbs into his trouser pockets he tipped back onto his heels and said, "Lover's quarrel huh?" Skinner stiffened behind her. Not yet, but give him time! Suddenly Scully was little miss agent in charge again, carefully diffusing the hostage situation. Hell, he had taught her that. He reached up and wrapped an arm around her waist. Pulling her flush against his chest he gave the cop a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "Yeah, you know how red heads are. She's got a temper as hot as her hair and she's been riding me all day." Scully's spine was ramrod straight. At first because of the sudden contact, then because she made the startling discovery of his hard cock pressed against her back. Then the big oaf had to make fun of her hair. The smile on her face never wavered as she lifted her foot up and ground her heel into the top of his soft loafers. His tightening around her waist was good proof that he felt it He was holding her very tightly as he talked to the cop. She discreetly rammed an elbow into his side to gain her some breathing room. When that didn't work, she ground her foot into him harder. The cop had asked Skinner about their trip and while his head was turned to reassure the diner manager that there was no danger, Skinner leaned his head down towards Scully. Lovingly he nuzzled her neck and sucked her earlobe into his mouth where he nipped it with his teeth. Scully felt her limbs melting. "If you don't get off my foot I'm going to get arrested for battery." He growled into her ear. Reluctantly, she eased off on his instep. Skinner thanked her by running his tongue around the whorls of her ear. Scully bit back a moan and was gratified to feel him press his hips firmly against her. She wasn't the only one getting hot. The cop gave them a long and blathering lecture on appropriate places to discuss domestic issues that was straight out of the family violence hand book. Scully tried repeatedly to pull away from him, but Skinner only held her against his hot, hard body more tightly. She knew that having to listen to this small-town cop was driving big bad A.D. Skinner nuts. And she enjoyed every word and every minute of it, even asked a few questions to stretch it out a little more. When he was done he left, Skinner still holding her tightly. Looking every bit like a loving boyfriend, he leaned down and spoke very softly. To everyone in the diner it looked like he was whispering sweet nothings into her ear. "That's it Dana Scully, you've just stepped on my final nerve. We're going to go to the appropriate place to finish this discussion and I'm not going to stop DISCUSSING until you beg me to stop." He let go of her long enough to toss some money on the table and then with a wave to the nervous waitress, grabbed her hand and headed determinedly outside toward the hotel room. Feedback please, please, pretty please. VICEYY@aol.com CALM, COOL AND COLLECTED 3/3 BY LEELEE WARNING: NC-17 CHAPTER THREE Walter Skinner had one thing and one thing only on his mind. He would not be ashamed of the fact that he was about to explode in his pants just from her teasing. This game that they had played had gone on too long. She had better be ready now, he thought as he dragged her across the parking lot. She seemed to be coming willingly. So far she was not making any attempts to pull away despite the fact that one of his strides equaled two of hers. He was surprised that her little legs could keep up. They reached the room and he pressed Scully up against the door while he fumbled in his pocket for the key. He wished she would look at him so he could judge her mood. He was becoming more nervous and less enraged by the second. Shit! He thought, look at me Scully, say something. He tried desperately to hold on to the excitement he felt. He wanted to press her up against the door and fuck her while he swallowed her screams of passion. Scully couldn't look into his eyes. She was afraid. Afraid of the intensity she had spotted there. Skinner's eyes could scorch her, burn her up. It was too much. She felt like she had been passing her fingers through a flame. Slower and slower. Each pass, bringing her closer to being burned. Her chest felt tight and she wished again that she had the nerve to look him in the eye. They would probably be a swirling mixture of passion and anger. Skinner pulled the key out of his pocket and pressed her body against the door with his own. He wanted to feel her smallness. He wanted to use brut strength to convince her to let this happen. He could feel her body melting into his. Molding her self against him. Her breasts that were pressed against his chest were begging for his attention. "Look at me Scully." He rasped his throat almost too dry to form the words. She knew she couldn't fight this any more. She wanted him with every ounce of her being. His strength, his power, his comfort, she wanted it all. Slowly she raised her eyes. Looking up at him through her lashes. She held her breath in anticipation only to see... uncertainty. Shit! He was amazed at the sudden anger he saw cross her features. Why now? He had felt the way she had melted into him. She wanted this as much as he did. It had not been so long for him that he couldn't read the signs. But now she was looking up at him and her face was a mass of barely contained fury. She said nothing while he fitted the key in the lock and pushed her none too gently inside. He hoped she didn't catch the way his fingers were shaking. He strode in behind her and slammed the door shut. She had better explain herself he thought, or I will wring her neck. One moment she was dying for it and the next she was angry. Did she want it to be forced? Was that her game? If he forced himself on her she would be able to feel she had no part in it. Was that it? Didn't she know by now he could never do that? Didn't she understand him at all? He could barely contain his anger as he ground out, "What the hell do you want from me Scully?" She had no answer. Her heart was pounding and she panted like she'd been running. She needed him so badly she didn't know how to react. All she knew was that standing outside the door she had seen him back off and that had made her furious. He had promised to help. All she knew was that she wanted the powerful, take no prisoners, A. D. Skinner back. She was not a grieving widow and she was not a little lost waif. She was a strong person and could be fully in charge of her life. And that included the ability to handle big bad Walter. But now she stood there and watched his face melt from anger to pity and she began to feel the protective, warm and fuzzy Skinner-daddy coming back. "This has to stop, Scully." His voice was soft and kind. She almost screamed her frustration. This had gone on long enough. He had to see that she was in charge of her own life. Dammit! She wouldn't let this big jerk tell her what to do any longer. She knew his weakness; she knew what turned him on. Walter Skinner was turned on by her! And he had probably felt this way for a long time. She had the power and he needed to understand this. All she had to do was remind him of this and then pull back. Skinner was not going to rule her life. "Oh yeah? Really?" She looked up into his stern face and gave him what she hoped was a seductive smile and licked her lips. Even having spent the day walking around in a haze of arousal, his body's reaction was an immediate shock. His abdomen clenched and his cock was suddenly rock hard for what felt like the hundredth time today. Her fingers went to her blouse and she rubbed her palms slowly over her breasts before undoing the top button. Skinner's eyes had fallen to her chest and a shutter passed through him as he watched the lazy movement of her fingers. He fought for control. "Don't" His voice was hoarse. She smiled and a feeling of power rushed through her. "Why not?" Her fingers continued to slowly undo her buttons until her blouse hung open. Skinner's eyes watched every movement. His breathing sounded harsh and she watched him clench and unclench his hands. Instead of taking off her bra she reached in and eased her breasts over the tops of the cups. Her nipples were painfully hard. Skinner moaned as he viewed her breasts being forced up by her bra. He had never seen anything so sexy in his life. Scully's eyes were wild. Her cheeks were flushed and she was gasping for air through moist open lips. He zeroed in on her breasts again and felt he would explode at the sight of them rapidly rising and falling from her gasping breathes. What she was doing was so clear to him. She wanted to drive him mad with wanting her. He felt overwhelmed by the carnal curiosity that had always been under the surface of his dealings with her. He grabbed her ass with one hand and the back of her neck with the other. Yanking her to him, he slammed his mouth against her luscious lips. He would show her who was boss! Not waiting for her to open up, he rammed his tongue into her mouth. Scully responded by opening her mouth and throwing her arms around his shoulders. He was inside her mouth and the taste was hot and sweet and god, he wanted more. The feel of his hardness grinding into her abdomen wrenched a low growl from her throat. Yes! She thought. Take it! Take it all! Fuck me, Skinner, fuck me hard. Drive all this weakness away. She fought him with her tongue. Both of them dueling it out until they had to pull away and gasp for air. Skinner leaned down and attacked her breasts with his mouth. Sucking and chewing while she grabbed his head and pressed her nipples into his hot, wet mouth. She threw her head back against the wall and cried out. Her body felt swollen with arousal, the buzzing in her brain competed with the throbbing between her legs. He reached around her thighs and pulled them apart and lifted her up. Scully's legs instinctively wrapped around his waist and she ground herself onto his hard cock. Pull back! She thought, but he claimed her lips again and the rush of juices between her legs caused her to abandon her plan. She moaned against his mouth. Skinner was humping her hard. The aggressiveness he was showing was bringing her close to the edge. She knew she should be embarrassed by it, but his rough rubbing of her burning clit through her pants was going to make her come. He had her legs spread so wide she felt totally wonton and reckless. He felt her body tense as she ground herself against him. Pulling away from the wall, he lifted her away from his cock. Her hiss of frustration rang in his ears as he strode over to the bed and tossed her down onto it. Scully landed on her back with her knees lifted and lewdly spread. He wasted no time attacking her pants. Yanking the snap and fumbling with the zipper, he looked into her wild eyes. He stopped undoing her pants only long enough to harshly rub between her legs with the palm of his hands. "I'm going to fuck you so hard you'll beg me to stop." He growled. She lifted her ass up and ground against his hand. "You can try," was the only response. He forcefully pulled her pants down her hips. Taking her panties with them. She helped him yank off her sandals and work her pants off her legs. Tossing them in the corner of the room he grabbed a thigh in each hand and spread her wide. She cried out when he roughly stuck a finger into her drippy pussy to test her wetness. Scully bit her lip and threw her head back. She wanted to beg him to end her suffering. Skinner got on his knees between her spread thighs. The look in his eyes was intense and determined as he yanked down his zipper and opened his pants. He pulled them down only enough to let his huge cock spring out of its confines. Scully's mouth watered. She reached down to grab him, but he slapped her hand away. His hands grasped her hips and pulled her towards him so that she was even more open. Using one hand to guide his cock, he nudged it against her swollen dripping lips. Scully couldn't take it anymore. "Now!" she screamed. Once again trying to take control. He wasted no time; laying over her and supporting himself on one arm he lifted her hips and rammed himself inside her. It was brutal. She yelled his name up to the ceiling and came hard. He pounded into her softness as her hips met each of his strokes with passionate enthusiasm. He was using his cock to fuck her senseless and he bent over her so he could plunder her mouth with his own. She was having trouble breathing with the combination of his tongue filling her mouth and her needs to gasp for air. Tilting her head back out of the reach of his ravaging lips, she shrieked as her body exploded once again. This time she went numb. The only sensation she felt was his cock pinning her to the earth with its forcefulness. Black spots whirled around in her head and she felt dizzy trying to catch them. Her body felt light as air, all her being was free. Skinner was chanting into her sweat-slicked neck. "Oh, God, Oh God,.." He had never felt like this before. Crying out in passion, he lost himself deep inside her. The feeling of completion he felt was the most powerful sensation he had ever felt in his life. He wanted it to go on forever, but knew that if it did he would die from it. He collapsed on top of her quaking frame. They lay like that for quite a while. Neither of them had the strength to do more than count their harsh, gasping breaths. Slowly he rolled to the side and pulled her close. Both of them were dripping wet with sweat and sex. The emotions still to intense for them to speak. She felt it bubbling up from deep within her. Laughing seemed easier than crying. Maybe not appropriate, but she could not stop the chuckles as they gurgled out of her. She just felt too good and had to express herself. Spending her life repressing so many emotions and then spending the past year on an emotional and hormonal roller coaster made the release the sweetest feeling she could remember experiencing. Skinner lifted his sleepy head and looked into her eyes. A woman laughing after sex was something new. Her face was flushed and there were tears streaming down her cheeks. The smile on her face convinced him though that she was fine. In fact as her laughter eased to slight hiccups and she turned her face into his neck and relaxed, Skinner thought to himself that perhaps she was very fine. His eyes closed with relief and exhaustion and they lay drifting in their post orgasmic fog together. The light streaming into the room from between the blinds went slowly from bright to dusky gray. They both lay very still and watched the shadows pressing in. When the room grew dark and moonlight began to filter in, Skinner sat up and gently removed her shirt and bra. He then pulled off his own clothes before lying back down and drawing her tightly against him. Lying in the bed, their moist and cooling bodies pressed together, they said not a word. What was there to say? Scully pondered that as she felt his breathing slow. She came up with an answer and lifted herself over him to try and express her feelings. Looking down at his face she leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to his. Years of wondering caused her to finally let her tongue flick out and taste his swollen lips. Oh yes. He was delicious. She would not be stopped from tasting all of him. Moving down his neck, she pressed kisses and nibbled his salty flesh. Her hands joined in and she finally experienced the firm muscular chest that had teased her under so many white starched shirts. She paused at his nipples and laved them with her tongue. His deep grumbling moan vibrated through her entire body. She moved further down and enjoyed how he sucked in his firm stomach with a hiss in response to her questing tongue and lips. The hair that trailed down from his navel tickled her nose. He smelled like sex and sweat and she had never smelled anything finer. Showing him she did indeed have a loving and generous heart, she pulled his semi-soft sex into her mouth. The rich flavor of both their juices filling her mouth made her feel primal and wild. She looked up and pierced him with her blue eyes. Skinner had raised himself up on his elbows. No way was he going to miss one second of his cock slipping between her pink lips. He had fantasized this very thing more times than he could count. He had spent many meetings across from her and deliberately ignored her mouth to prevent getting hard. Now he watched her working him and he treasured the sight. He was getting harder faster than he had ever been able to do. Her lips were barely making it half way down his shaft before he hit the back of her throat. He was in heaven and knew he had to stop her soon. "Come here woman" He whispered and pulled her up beside him. He found her mouth and explored it with his tongue until she moaned into him and tried to pull him over on top of her. He lifted her onto his chest and smiled at her and said, "You, Dana Scully, definitely belong on top." She returned his grin with one of her own and positioned herself so she was over his rigid cock. Taking it firmly in her hand, she slid slowly down onto him. They both moaned at her progress down his shaft. She paused when he was fully inside her. Leaning over she kissed him deeply and let him fill her mouth as well. Taking both his hands in hers, she twined their fingers together and lifted his hands above his head before starting a gentle rhythm. The white-hot passion from before had become a slow and easy thorough enjoyment of one another's bodies. Both of them finding out what angle and speed brought the most pleasure to themselves and each other. Staring into each other's eyes she built up her speed and was soon impaling herself with a force strong enough to cause them both to whimper and moan. He hated leaving her eyes, but her breasts were once again demanding his attention. Her nipples looked almost swollen from his earlier attack. He used his tongue and mouth to sooth them. She tossed her head back and drowned in the sensation. Capturing his lips again, she quickened her pace and her mouth swallowed the moans that slipped from his lips. She was soaring in seconds. Her body convulsing around him caused him to lift his hips to hers and bury himself inside her where he let go. EPILOUGE: Who would have guessed that Walter Skinner was a snuggler? She lifted her arm up and held back a giggle as she felt him burrow himself into her body like a tick. Scully realized that the thought had certainly never crossed her mind. His head was mashed against her left breast and his gentle snores were causing a very pleasant vibration. He had one arm thrown across her and she had long ago given up trying to work her leg out from under his heavier one. Every time she managed to free herself he would grunt and pull her closer. The sheet was flung down to the bottom of the bed, but she was far from cold. Not when she was surrounded by his heat. It was like being covered by a human down comforter. She stroked her hands down his soft back and admired the way his skin seemed to glow in the moonlight. She knew she should try to get some sleep, but there was just too much on her mind. Despite the fact that she had all the warm Skinner flesh she could ask for to touch, her mind was on Mulder. She had obviously been going about this the wrong way. She knew what she needed to do. No more waiting around helplessly, she told herself. Mulder had never stopped looking for Samantha and she would never stop looking for her partner. But instead of sitting in hotel rooms waiting she needed to go on the attack. The answers were in the past. Dig out the old conspirators and find out everything they knew. She had to find that bastard rat boy Krychek and deal with him. And the Gunmen needed to start looking here on earth for him instead of looking to the stars. They were committed, but they just needed more guidance from her. She had wasted so much time feeling sorry for herself. Tomorrow, she thought, Skinner can do most of the driving so I can start making lists and we can begin working out some theories of who we should see first. For the first time in a year she knew exactly what she needed to do. It felt good to realize that she could fight back. She gasped as she suddenly felt his hot mouth close around her left nipple. "I thought you were asleep," She whispered. Skinner growled his answer into her sensitive breast. "How can I sleep when you wiggle so much?" She was going to point out that he wouldn't be bothered if he didn't try to sleep practically on top of her, but he began to nibble and the nibbling quickly did her in. When he lifted up and started to give her right breast the same treatment, she put her thoughts and plans on hold. This man could definitely use his mouth. She would have to find out all the many things that mouth was capable of. Note to self, she thought as she smiled down at his bald head, Skinner needs to be thoroughly investigated. Skinner lifted over top of her and returned her smile. "Agent Scully, do you have something you'd like to discuss?" She just smiled wider and reached up to claim his mouth as her own. Feedback please, to Viceyy@aol.com