Title: Desk Job (1/1) Author: Jada Rene Feedback: JadaRene@yahoo.com Archive: Anywhere Rating: NC-17 Category: S, R Keywords: MSR, PWP Summary: PWP = Smut. This is just an excuse for M and S to have sex. Have fun! Disclaimer: The X-Files, Scully, and Mulder are property of Chris Carter, 1013 Productions and FOX. No infringment intended. Please don't sue me. *************************** Desk Job by Jada Rene JadaRene@yahoo.com Federal Building Friday 6:02 PM Scully balled her pantyhose up in the palm of her hand and tossed them into the wastebasket. So much for sheer reliance. The office was mostly dark and very quiet, a typical Friday night when everyone couldn't wait to get away. "Ready to go?" she asked. Mulder looked up from the article he was reading. "Hey, Scully," he said, tapping the open magazine, "It says here that the mating habits of the Guatemalan tree frog includes the glandular production of a certain kind of mucus." "Does this mean you're not ready to go?" He continued as if uninterrupted, "And that when the male frog finds a suitable female, he sort of salivates on her and gets her all slimy." "So it's like the mating habits of the American adolescent male?" Scully concluded. Mulder threw the magazine into his desk drawer and stood up. With his hands defiantly on his hips he challenged her, "Just what are you saying, Scully?" She relented, saying, "Nothing, Mulder. It's been a long day. It's been a long week for that matter. All I want to do now is go home and take a nice, long, hot bath." Mulder leaned down and intoned, "That sounds like fun." Scully pushed him away with a little grunt. "I meant alone, Mulder." He leaned in even closer and put his hand on the back of her neck, saying, "No, you didn't." His warm lips touched her cheek and nibbled their way down to her smile. Scully tilted her head back and opened her mouth, allowing his tongue to drift in and entwine itself with hers. She enjoyed the sensation thoroughly for a moment, but then she remembered where they were. "Mm, Mulder," she said, pushing away a little. "We're at the office." Mulder closed the small distance she had managed to create and whispered, "Nobody's here, Scully. No one's going to see us." As if to reassure herself, Scully looked over her shoulder. He was right; the office was vacant and still. She let his hands slide up her back and draw her near again. His tongue invaded her mouth once more and she surrendered, licking the roof of his mouth slowly. He smiled, "Ooh, Scully, I love it when you do that." She loved the way he said her name; it sounded so intimate. Not at all the same name as the high school gym coach had shouted. No, now her name sounded sensual, enticing. Scully stepped closer to him and pulled his head down, kissing him forcefully. He responded enthusiastically, running his hands down over her butt and lifting her up against the desk. She wrapped her legs around him, causing her skirt to ride up dangerously. Mulder took a peek down. "Scully, I can see your underpants," he observed happily. "Shut up, Mulder," she told him, yanking his tie to pull him down for another kiss. She worked at the knot and found success a moment later. Mulder laid his hands down on either side of her and kissed her on the lips, pushing her down against the desk. Scully tangled her fingers in his hair, opening her mouth to him. She pulled up her blouse a little allowing Mulder's hand to snake up and into the cup of her bra to cradle her breast. She smiled and murmured, "Mmm." Mulder pressed against her; the heat from his erection burned even through her clothing. She responded by arching her back and offering him a seductive smile. She pushed him back, loosening his belt and opening the zipper. Her mouth mastered his hard-on and he buried his fingers in her fiery red hair, exhaling, "Scully." His eyes hooded in ecstasy as she took in every inch, flicking her tongue out to tickle him. Scully's image was lost to him in a blur of red as her mouth slid down him over and over again. The thrill proved too much; he wrenched her head away from his pulsating penis and pulled her off the desk. She looked confused as he spun her around and held her back against him, his hard-on eager against her bottom. His hands massaged her breasts; then he laid himself upon her, flattening her bosom against the desk. He pushed her skirt up over her butt and jerked her panties to one side, urging himself into her. She moaned as he sank in completely on the first thrust. Mulder rocked his hips against her as her moans filled his ears. He shut his eyes, intent on the moist warmth of his Scully, thrusting forcefully. Her breath was ragged as she heaved over the desk, the heat between her legs contrasting sharply with the cold beneath her chest. Mulder's hands grasped her hips as he hammered into her. Scully moaned again, moaned with a deeper, throaty noise as she writhed. His balls dampened as honey dripped out of her. Mulder gathered her, sinking inside as he leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Another?" Her eyelids fluttered and Mulder drew himself out to the tip and then plunged in with new energy. Her hands splayed out upon his desk, clutching for any stability, but the level surface was adamant. A smile came upon his lips as he pounded himself against her, watching his hard penis disappear under her smooth flesh and snake out again, slick. He moved against her, slamming his hips mercilessly upon her. She cried out as he drove into her again and again, his erection pulsing with new life. He grabbed her, digging his fingers into her soft skin as he provoked her, swelling inside her, pulsing, throbbing, aching until at last he achieved it. He fell upon her with an elated groan and lay there, quivering momentarily inside her as they lay upon the desk. They breathed rapidly, trying to regain themselves. Scully jerked her head up at the sound of a small squeak, colliding with Mulder's nose. He pulled out of her as she pushed herself off the desk. "What was that?" she wanted to know. "Cleaning crew?" Mulder suggested, stuffing himself into his pants and zipping them up. Scully yanked down her skirt, just barely concealing herself as the intruder rounded the corner. "Agents," he addressed them. "Sir," they chorused unintentionally. "Finishing up some paperwork?" Kersh wanted to know. "Yes, sir," Scully lied. "We were just leaving." "You must be enjoying it to stay this late on your weekend," he continued suspiciously. A dumb grin played over Mulder's face as he announced, "Oh, I think we finally just found a desk job that suits us." Scully's apartment Saturday 3:21 AM The ringing phone jolted Mulder out of his slumber. He groggily reached for the phone on the nightstand and answered it without thinking. "Mulder? I tried your apartment and you weren't there." "Frohike?" Mulder mumbled, bewildered. He looked around and realized where he was. "What?" "Listen, I just wanted you to know that we've patched over the tape of this evening's... mm, escapade." "What are you talking about?" Mulder asked, rubbing his eyes. "You and Scully, in the office." The hacker lowered his voice. "I'm only calling to ask if you want one of the copies." Scully rolled over and mumbled something to him. Mulder lowered his own voice and demanded, "Copies, plural?" "Yeah." Mulder looked over at Scully's peaceful face. He smiled reflexively with a soft sigh and said into the phone, "Yeah, put me down for two." He replaced the receiver and lay down again beside his Scully, nuzzling her neck. She sighed contentedly in her sleep and Mulder closed his eyes again, for a change hoping to dream about his day at work.