From: ephemeral@ephemeralfic.org
Date: 31 Dec 2004 04:04:49 -0000
Subject: The Interrogation by philiater
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Title: The Interrogation
Author: Philiater
Category: Skinner/Scully PWP
Timeline: Occurs during Avatar after the meeting with the 
OPC.
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine, never were. They belong to CC and 
company
Beta thanks to Keleka

Fair warning: this is light, fluffy sex and not at all 
believable. To most. This fic is all Julie Morningstar's fault. 
She posted these to the Mitch pics list: 
http://www.squidge.org/~xchick/mitch/avatar/album3.htm
Work warning!
Happy New Years to all Skinner/Scully smutsters.

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"What was it like?" she whispered in the near dark of his 
office.

Skinner turned and frowned. Why was she here? After the 
strained meeting with the OPC, he'd expected her to bolt 
from the room and never look back. In the end she'd 
defended him, but hadn't liked it. He could tell.

"What?" he asked with a growl.

She remained silent, standing in the shadows with the air of 
someone wanting something from him.

"Agent Scully," he began wearily, dismissively.

"What was it like?" she persisted. Her voice was still soft, 
persistent, but contained an edge he didn't recognize. 

He stood up from the desk and brought the OPC's papers 
down on top of it with snap. What kind of game was she 
playing? Squinting and unable to see her, he reached to turn 
on the desk lamp.

"Leave it off."

Skinner stopped midway to the brass pull chain, his body 
frozen, bent at the waist. In spite of the relative peace in the 
room, his heart was suddenly tripping madly. He thought 
her voice was coming from the far end of the conference 
table. 

"What's this about?" he asked, leaving the malice out of his 
tone. This wasn't a Scully he recognized at all.

"I want to know what it was like. I want to know what it 
was like...with her."

Skinner stood straight up and sucked in a startled breath. 
"Why..."

"What did it feel like; to lose control like that?"

"Contrary to what you seem to believe, I did not kill that 
woman." This time he did bellow, instantly regretting the 
loud boom his voice made as it echoed off the walls.

"No, I don't believe you did."

Skinner was taken aback. "What made you change your 
mind?"

"Does it matter?"

He looked at his hands. "No, I don't suppose it does."

A few seconds ticked by in the heavy silence between 
them. "If that's the only reason you came by...," he began.

"NO," she said irritably. Moving forward, but still out of 
sight she said, "You're always in control. Always. *I* know 
what that's like. *I* know what it's like to always be in 
control."

She paused, taking in a deep breath. "I want to know what 
it felt like to lose that control, how you had to courage to go 
through with it and what it felt like when you finally did."

Skinner sighed, the proverbial light bulb finally going on 
inside the tiny area of his brain associated with the 
understanding of women. 

"I assume you mean to exclude what happened 
afterwards?"

"Yes."

Skinner moved around and leaned back against his desk. 
He folded his arms, stalling for time.

"I don't know what gave me the courage," he said honestly. 
"I think I was just fed up with playing the good soldier and 
living up to everyone else's expectations of what I *should* 
do."  He didn't mention Sharon's name. He didn't have to.

"And the woman?"

"She was in the right place at the right time. Said all the 
right things." 

"And how did it feel?" she persisted, still waiting for that 
particular answer.

It was...incredible," he answered, frankly.

"I know."

"You know?"

"I did the autopsy, remember?" Scully's voice took on a 
singsong quality as she began to give him more detail.  
"She displayed sighs of recent, prolonged sexual 
intercourse. No tears, but her vaginal walls and cervix were 
a little bruised. She had small contusions on her neck, 
shoulders, and breasts. There was also an area that looked 
like a bit mark on her left buttock that I left out of the 
official report."

"Why?" Skinner whispered, completely floored by Scully's 
frank description.

"I don't know."

He heard her walk forward and stop in front of him. Her 
face was a pale oval in the dark, hovering just below him.

"What do you want now, Agent Scully?"

She reached up and he flinched involuntarily as her hand 
caressed his cheek.

"To lose control."

A wealth of meaning suffused her words, and he knew it. 
She wasn't being coy, and she wasn't beating around the 
bush either.

"Are you sure, Agent Scully?" His words held an edge of 
power and anger, but he covered her hand with his and 
brought the palm to his lips.

"Yes. Show me. Show me what it is to lose control."

He jerked her body against his and threaded his fingers 
through her hair. "I kissed her like this," he said as crushed 
Scully's lips with his mouth. The kiss went on for an 
eternity, sucking the life out of them both.

Suddenly, a small hand reached between them and stroked 
his growing erection.

"Did she touch you like this?" Scully asked when he finally 
broke the kiss. He found he was rendered dumb by the 
sharp pleasure emanating from his groin and the continued 
realization of who was giving him that pleasure.

"Did it feel like this?" Scully persisted.

"No," he gasped. "Not as good this, not nearly as good."

He felt her smile against his neck.

"What else?"

"I did this," he said, dropping to his knees and opening her 
blouse. Pushing her bra aside, he found her nipple on 
instinct and sucked it greedily when he finally located it.

With her help, he divested her of the clothing, and 
continued to caress her with his mouth and hands.

With an irritated sigh, she pushed him back and began to 
open his pants.  

"Did she do this too?" Scully asked just before lowering 
herself and wrapping her lips around his penis. 

Skinner's rational mind shattered like glass. A strangled 
"Ung" was all he could manage to articulate.

After a few minutes, Scully stood and leaned back against 
the desk. She pulled him down by his tie with her until she 
was on her back had him between her legs. There was an 
intensely wicked grin on her face and he didn't recognize 
her. 
 
The need to have her panties and hose off overwhelmed all 
other thought processes. He wasn't slow or patient, because 
that wasn't what Scully was demanding. She was just as 
frantic in her attempts to disrobe him.

In all the times he'd fantasized about her, longed to have 
her in just this kind of scenario, he was never fast or 
sloppy. He'd dreamed of secret ways to seduce her, tease 
her into wanting him and then making love with slow 
deliberation. A tinge of sadness enveloped him at the 
thought. Their first time would likely be their last.

"What?" she asked when he slowed.

He leaned back to look at her face and the Scully he knew 
was there again. She was just as beautiful as he 
remembered, but her expression was one of a deeply 
aroused woman. Aroused for *him*.

"Nothing."

He entered her a little roughly, but stopped when he 
remembered. Scully moaned beneath him, writhing.

"Wait," he panted desperately, "I don't have any protect.."

"No time," she gasped, wrapping her legs around his waist, 
driving him in deeper. "I know you used a condom with 
*her*."

"And I should with you." 

Skinner grunted as Scully squeezed his penis in response. 
She took his face in her hands and brought his head down 
to her lips. "I trust you," she whispered and then sucked his 
earlobe into her mouth. 

That was all the encouragement Skinner needed and he 
began thrusting into her in earnest. She met him stroke for 
stroke, crying out each time.

"Yes, yes, yes...," she chanted.  "Skinner...Skinner..."

He knew then that no one else stood between them. No 
other man or woman was allowed to invade this private 
moment. It made Skinner swell with pride.

He had the presence of mind to make sure his pelvic bone 
grazed hers in an effort to stimulate her. She didn't seem to 
need it, but Skinner wanted to give her as much 
gratification as he could.

Just when he thought he could hold out no longer, she 
arched under him, her vaginal walls tightening down and 
triggering his own orgasm.

Afterwards, he kissed her face and everywhere else he 
could reach. Cold fear that she'd suddenly extricate herself 
and flee wrapped around his heart.

To his astonishment, she began to laugh.

"What?" he asked incredulously.

"It's silly," she said, suddenly shy.

"Tell me." Now it was his turn to interrogate her.

"It's just... If I died now I was wondering what my autopsy 
would say."

He laughed with her in relief, knowing his performance 
wasn't the target of her mirth.

"I don't think it would be much different than..."

"No, she said, cutting him off.  "Except the presence of an 
'extra' body fluid.

"Yes," he agreed.  "No mistaking the perpetrator there." 

They laughed together a little more and when they finally 
stopped, he kissed her, slowly and thoroughly, as he'd 
always wanted.

"Did you get your answer, Agent Scully?"

"No," she said with deadly sincerity. "I have many, many 
more questions to ask you."



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End