From elewyiss@earthlink.net Mon Apr 07 00:02:10 1997 Subject: Dinner hour 1/1 From: elewyiss@earthlink.net (Rachel Carper) -------- Sing along, I don't own'em, wish I did. Mr. Carter, please don't be mad. Title: Dinner Hour A Prudence/Skinner interlude Summary: Prudence and Skinner have dinner. Rating: NC17, if your underage go back. Auther: Rachel, elewyiss@earthlink.net Dinner Hour It was after hours. Still there were a few agents wondering around. Assistant Director Skinner sat at his desk shuffling papers. Kim had gone home long ago. Every so often he would look up at his open door to see who was passing in the hall. A woman paused in the door. "Walter?" she questioned. Skinner looked up from the report he was studying. He was surprised at who stood there. She had been avoiding him all week. He had assumed she was embarrassed by what had occurred in his apartment last week. Hell, he'd enjoyed most of that. He got excited every time he thought of it. "Yes?" he finally answered. "Have you eaten? It's late," she sounded worried. He studied her as she stood there leaning against the door. "I'll pick something up on the way back to the apartment." He still could not think of the apartment as home. She stood up and pulled a bag from behind her back. "It's even NOT Chinese," she smiled. "What is it?" he questioned as he realized just how hungry he was. "Italian," she practically smirked at him. "Wanna share?" she walked into his office closing the door behind her. He looked surprised at that. She studied him as she set the food out on his board room table. "I even have," she said, opening her ever present backpack, "a bottle of white wine." "Should be red," Skinner said coming around his desk. He had seriptisously put his handcuffs in his desk drawer. He didn't want a repeat of last time. At least not with him being the one handcuffed. He had to admit that he had enjoyed the release of control for a short while. They sat at the table and began to eat. Skinner noticed that she tried to edge away from him. He grinned. "Good," he thought "SHE'S nervous. Now I've got her." "You know I hate red. We eat Italian we drink white wine. When we eat Chinese, we'll drink red." "I don't eat Chinese," Skinner said in a dead voice. "See," she said and smiled at him. Skinner felt butterflies start in his stomach. As they continued to eat Walter watched her fidget in her chair. "Do I make you nervous?" he questioned. "Uh, no," she said. She squirmed in the chair and finally stood. She looked down at the chair. "Ah ha. I seem to be sitting on someone's tie clip." She held it up for him to see. "How did that get here?" he demanded. "Whose is it?" he wondered aloud. "Agent Mulder's," she responded around a mouthful of lasagna. "How do you know?" he asked suspiciously. "Initials on the back". Skinner looked closely at the back of the clip. Engraved on the back were the initials FM - DS. "I wonder how this got here?" She chocked on her wine. Skinner jumped up and began patting her back. She looked up at him. "Oh come ON Walter. Everybody's had sex in here. People are bopping on your boardroom table all the time." A look of surprise crossed his face. He turned to look around his office as if seeing it for the first time. "Well, I'll be." He went and stared contemplatively at his desk chair. Then he dropped into it, a bemused look on his face. She watched him from the table. She couldn't believe he was that naive. After all, he was the boss. Everybody did it in the boss' office. She seriptiously slipped her underwear off under the table and got up. She went to his desk, cursing her straight skirt the whole way. When she reached his chair she reached out and ran a hand through his hair. It passed over his ear. She followed the line of his jaw to his mouth. Her fingers had begun to play with the cleft in his chin when he lowered his head and nipped her fingers. Suddenly he turned and grabbed her hips. With an impressive show of strength he picked her up and placed her on top of his blotter. "When in Rome," he said smiling evilly at her. He stood and leaned into her. She leaned back until she as laying across his desk, her legs hanging down the back of the desk. Without warning Skinner slide his hand up under her skirt. He began to caress the tops of her thigh. With his other hand he began to unbutton her blouse. He watched her face the whole time. "Come here," he demanded. She opened her eyes to look dazedly up at him. He put his free hand under her neck and helped raise her to her elbows. Then he dropped his head to her breasts. He took first one and then the other nipple into his mouth. Meanwhile his hand had reached the juncture of her thighs. She shifted and spread her legs as far as her skirt would allow.His hand immediately homed in on what he was looking for. He began to rub her clitoris. She moaned and shifted her hips. He stopped rubbing and began to move his finger up and down her cleft. She whimpered "No, don't stop." Skinner smiled and continued to watch her flushed face. He slipped one finger into her body. She was as tight as he remembered. His thumb went back to her clitoris and he began to move his finger in and out of her body. He lowered his head and captured her lips with his own. She immediately put her arms around his neck. Their tongues began to duel. The kiss became wetter and hotter. Skinner could feel the moisture increase between her thighs. She wiggled her hips and scooted toward him. She broke the kiss and started kissing along his jaw line. When she reached the sensitive area just under his ear she breathed "Walter. Now. Please." That was what he had been waiting for. He immediately removed his hand from under her skirt. He began to undo his belt and pants. She sat up and helped him. Once he had his pants off he sat in his chair. He reached down into his desk drawer for his wallet. He removed the small plastic envelope. "This time," he stated "we do things my way." He opened the package and pulled out the condom. "Let me," she said. She stood between his legs and took the condom from his fingers. He leaned back in his chair to enjoy what was about to occur. "I've heard of this and I thought I'd try it," she said. She put the condom on his head and then knelt between his knees. She took him in her mouth and used her lips to put the condom on. He reached out and grasped her shoulders. "Not this time," he said. He pulled on her hands until she as standing in front of him. He unzipped her skirt and pushed it down her hips. He leaned forward and ran his tongue in her belly button. He mouth leisurely made it's way down her abdomen. He kissed and licked her hip bones. Then his large rough hands grasped her hips and pulled her forward. He nuzzled his nose into her nest and began to kiss her outer lips. She shifted and spread her legs wider apart. He began to suck on her clitoris. His tongue swirled around it. Suddenly he nipped it. She gasped and gave a little jump. She began to push on his shoulders. "Now," she demanded. Skinner sat up in his chair and smiled at her. She moved into his chair her knees squeezed in on either side of his hips. Slowly she lowered herself onto him. Skinner immediately grasped her hips. She looked into his face and found him watching her. She shifted side ways and saw his face register the pleasure her movement caused. Using his hold on her hips Skinner set the pace of her rise and fall. Suddenly he gave a slight jerk and stood. He moved so she was again laying on the desk. She tried to wrap her legs around his hips but he did not want her to have even that much control over the pace he set. He grasped her knees and spread her legs. Her feet felt for some type of hold. Suddenly her heels felt the handles of his two top drawers. She dug her heels in and inched back on the desk. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the feel of him filling her. No other man had made her feel this fulfilled. He began to move. Slowly he pulled back until only his head was left in her body. Then he sank slowly in again. When he was completely in her she could feel their pubic hair mingle. She shifted slightly. It almost tickled. He immediately grasped her hips. He leant forward and kissed her again. Their kisses grew hotter and wetter, yet he did not move. Finally he slowly withdrew. Her muscles tightened around him, almost as if they were trying to suck him back in. Skinner looked at her face and saw the look of concentration on her face. He had wondered if she had been able to control her internal muscles, now he knew. He sank back into her. "Walter," she whimpered, trying to pull him down for another kiss. He shook his head at her. He wanted to watch her face. His hand curved around her hip and his thumb began to rub her clitoris again. At the same time he increased his pace. He watched her flushed face. He watched as her breathing increased. He moved his hand so his forefinger could join his thumb. Now he was plucking and pinching her. She squirmed and moved her hips. She began to raise her hips to meet him. She opened her eyes and looked up at him. She used her arms to raise herself up. She wrapped them around his arms, and began to kiss and lick his chest. He suddenly began to move much faster. He could feel her grow almost impossibly tight around him and realized she was close to her climax. Suddenly she stiffened in his arms and fell back onto the desk. She panted and whimpered his name. Watching her face during her climax drove him over the edge. His hips became almost a blur. After a few minutes he too stiffened and he stopped buried deeply within her. He let out a grunt and closed his eyes. Just as his climax ended he felt her shift under him. He opened his eyes and found her sitting up. Her feet had dropped down and now her legs hung down his desk. She drew him forward and kissed him. "That was wonderful." She ran her hands down his arms and then back up to his shoulders. She gave him a little push and he fell into his chair. She stooped next to him to retrieve her skirt. She smiled at him as she put it back on. "Good night," she said and turned and left his office. He stood to retrieve his pants. That was when he realized she had handcuffed him to his desk drawer. He gave a sigh of pure exasperation. This was becoming a habit. Fortunately this time his pants were within easy reach. ******* Skinner looked up as Mulder and Scully entered his office. As they went over the monthly expense report he watched the two closely. He knew they had a relationship outside the bureau, but he couldn't believe they used his office. What the hell was wrong with their own? His quick mind paused as he considered the possibilities. He hadn't done that since it was the copier room. He gave himself a mental shake. After an hour they finished. As the two agents stood to leave he said "Agent Mulder, would you take the waste basket out with you?" Mulder looked shocked but complied. He glanced down into the waste can. He blushed. Scully noticed the blush and followed his glance. On top of the paper was Mulder's tie clip. Further down she saw a condom wrapper. Her gaze shot to his face. As the two agents left the empty outer office Skinner could hear their conversation. "I thought you took that with you?" "I thought I did too, but, well . . . Hell!" "Do you suppose he noticed?" "I don't know . . ." As their voices faded Skinner sat at his desk and smirked. His mind wondered to THEIR office. _/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/ May I say that together the two of you make a wonderfull person. Bukinovski Citizen X _/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/