TITLE: Desktop Rendezvous (1/1)
AUTHOR: Chris C.
E-MAIL: FoxNDana2@aol.com
CLASSIFICATION: Erotica/H (a little)
KEYWORDS: MSR
RATED: NC-17 (For graphic sexual content)
SPOILERS: Small ones for Pilot, Never Again, and Bad Blood.
SUMMARY: A desk is a terrible thing to waste!
ARCHIVE: Anywhere, just let me know so I can visit, and keep my name
and addy on it.
DISCLAIMERS: Yadda yadda yadda, everything is theirs, nothing is mine
(except the imagination). No money is being gained, so
suing is useless!
ENJOY!!!!
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Paperwork. It's always paperwork. I am SO SICK OF PAPERWORK! 
I hate to say it, but I'd give anything to be chasing a UFO and little
gray men right now. Mulder would absolutely flip if I told him that. 
He's sitting at his desk right now, pretending to do his share of the 
paperwork. I know he's only pretending because he's been working on 
the same page for over three hours. I realize he's slow, but even 
Mulder can write faster than one page every three hours. Not that it 
really matters. There's nothing else to do. In fact, there hasn't 
been anything to do for the past two weeks, except for all this 
damned paperwork. I've actually slowed my own pace a bit. 
Partially because I'm bored with all the numbers and calculation, and 
partially because I can't quit staring at Mulder. 



That's also why I know he hasn't progressed past that one page. I'm 
surprised he hasn't caught me staring at him, giving him the prime 
opportunity for one of his 'I know you want me' looks. Even when I 
do get caught, I quickly throw him my 'you wish' look. I really wish 
I could just walk over to his desk, sit down on it right in front of 
him, and cross my legs to where my bare knee is inches from his face.
Just to see his reaction. 



OK, maybe not JUST for that, but he is always giving me those 
non-committal sexual innuendoes. I'd love to see his face if I took 
him up on one of his lewd, teasing offers. The thought of his hot 
breath on my thighs. Sitting so close to him. On his desk. His 
gorgeous hazel eyes staring at me hungrily over the top of his 
glasses, not being able to ignore the rising hem of my skirt as I 
shift…



God my face is so hot. I have to stop thinking like that. I turn my
head and raise the folder I'm holding to eye level, attempting to hide
the flushed redness I'm sure has taken over my burning cheeks. I 
could manage this way just fine, if the searing heat were only in my 
face. I can feel my entire body tingling now with the heat of passion
too long repressed. I know I shouldn't do it, but I can't help 
myself. I drop the folder down enough to peer over it. I need to see
him. I have to return my hidden gaze to him, if only for a moment. 



Shit! Busted!



Yes, there it is. The 'I know you want me' look. I'm sure he noticed
the color of my face this time. The thought of him knowing that I 
want him has me wet now. I can feel the heat radiating from between 
my thighs. I wonder what he would do if I….



What the hell! I lay the folder down and stare directly into his eyes.
Getting up slowly, I actually saunter over to his desk. He's still 
staring at me, his eyes never wavering from mine, but his look has 
indeed changed to one of confusion. No doubt brought on by my 
sultry steps and the slight 'I know something you don't know' grin on
my face.



I've lost all control. I know it. He takes off his glasses, eyes 
still locked as I walk right in front of him, and slide my ass right 
up on his desk. There isn't much else there, save for the few papers 
he's been ignoring all afternoon. His eyes finally drop down as I 
cross my legs delicately in front of him.



Oh yeah, the look on his face is priceless! I can see shock, 
bewilderment, confusion, and oh my God, pure lust! I could be 
content to stop now, just having that look branded into my 
subconscious for all eternity, knowing that I was the one who put it 
there.



But I don't want to stop. I'm even more aroused, just staring at him 
staring at me. God, it's been so long since I've been touched by a 
man. Well, at least a non-psychotic, non- tattooed talking, 
non-vampire man anyway.



"Mulder?" I say, in a voice a little more throaty than I'd intended. 



"Huh?" he says, snapping his eyes back up towards my face.



"Did you finish that report you were working on?"



He's looking at me like he has no idea what a 'report' is, and why am
I asking him about this strange object.



"Mulder?" I question again.



Finally finding a frame of reference somewhere in his mind, he 
stutters out "Oh, uh, yeah. Well, almost…"



I unbutton my suit jacket, again his eyes drift down, studying my 
fingers' movements. With a little shrug of my shoulders, my jacket 
slides down my arms like silk down satin. I toss it in a nearby chair
and ask, nonchalantly, "Do you think you can finish it tomorrow?"



"Sure, I suppose so," he says. Then his eyes flutter back to my face.



"Scully?" he asks slowly.



"Hmm?" I answer innocently, leaning back on my hands, causing my 
body to shift a bit, and sending my skirt inching up my thighs. 



I can't believe what I'm witnessing. Mulder is completely dumbfounded.
Mister 'I-can-ramble-on-for-twenty-minutes-about-any-one-insignificant-
detail' is completely speechless. I lean forward, hoping to break his
silence, and jut my right shoulder further in his direction. He stares
at my chest, now only shrouded in a tight silk blouse, but he is still
mute. His lips are parted slightly, and wet from his darting tongue. 
It's so sexy watching Mulder watch me like this. Watching him struggle
for control within himself. Seeing the desire locked behind his eyes. 
I can get lost in his eyes.



Before now, I wasn't completely sure if Mulder ever thought of me in 
a sexual capacity. I know he respects me, believes in me, trusts me 
with his life. But what I see in his eyes right now, those gorgeous, 
long-lashed hazel eyes. Lust. Passion. Raw, animal emotion. There's
no mistaking how he feels at this moment. It's evident in his eyes. 
And now that I look him over, it seems more than evident about two 
feet south of his eyes.



Finally, Mulder finds his tongue, but is still unsure of what to say. 
So he settles on my name again.
"Scully?"



"You already said that Mulder," I say, in a low hushed voice.



"Oh, right. Umm…" he falters again. I know if I let him talk now, 
I'll lose my nerve to do what I set out to. Maybe I should just laugh
and pretend all of this was a joke. Maybe I am taking this a bit too
far. After all, we are partners working for the Federal Bureau of 
Investigation. These partnerships are supposed to be platonic, no 
matter how many rumors there are already out there about us. Maybe 
I should just stop….



But I don't want to stop, not this time. So I speak, capturing his 
gaze in mine before I begin.



"Mulder, how many times have we come so close to the truth we are 
searching for, only to be pushed away again. Left with nothing. 
Hurled right back to the beginning, and left feeling empty. Yearning 
for another taste, if only for a brief moment longer, but continually 
denied. Over and over again. Don't you ever get tired of being 
denied what you desire most?"



I pause long enough to notice his breathing has become more erratic, 
not unlike my own at this point. But before he can respond, I 
continue.



"I've been denied a lot of things in my life. Things denied by 
others. Denied by authority figures. Denied by 'Them.' Denied by 
myself. Denied by you."



Mulder is now leaning forward intent on capturing my every word with 
eidetic memory. His face is mere inches from my exposed thigh. Thank
God I wore a shorter skirt today than normal. I can feel his hot 
breath cascade over my skin in shallow waves with his every expended 
breath.



"Mulder, I don't want to be denied any longer." 



I look at him, waiting momentarily for a response. Then I get one.
He stares intently into my eyes. Then stands full in front of me, 
placing his hands on the desk on either side of me as he rises. I 
raise my head, following his eyes as they tower above me. Then he 
does the last thing I would expect from him at this moment. He 
breaks our gaze, and walks away.



Oh my God!!! I've made such a fool of myself. I lower my head 
and close my eyes, wishing silently that I could just disappear. I 
hear the click of the door, and know that I am alone. I cover my 
face with my hands, utterly humiliated, not knowing how I am ever 
going to face him again. How could I have misinterpreted his eyes 
like that? I can always read his eyes. Our unspoken communication 
is what I rely on, on a daily basis. Did I really misread him that 
much? I could have sworn I saw something more in his eyes this time.
I could have sworn I saw…



I jerk my hands away when I feel something in my hair. I jolt my head
up to find Mulder standing in front of me again, with his hands 
tangled in my hair. Before I have a chance to realize that the sound 
I heard a moment ago was him locking the door and not leaving through 
it, his lips are descending on mine. His lips are soft, but he is 
kissing me hard.



He pulls back, I look at him, a little confused. I start to speak, but 
he places his finger softly on my lips.



"You know, Scully, you're right," he says, in a strong voice. "Being 
denied what I've wanted for so long, really BUGS me," he says, 
emphasizing the word 'bugs' as he points his finger around the office.



Now I understand his actions of the last few minutes. That's my 
Mulder, paranoid about listening devices in the office and being 
interrupted by someone wandering in. I can't remember the last time 
anyone dared to step foot in the lair of the FBI's most unwanted.



I smile at him and give him a nod of understanding at his play on 
words. Mulder then rewards me with a smile that sends a tingle 
through my body, bringing with it the realization of what is finally 
about to happen.



His finger is still on my lips, so I part them slightly and roll my 
tongue around its tip, then suck his digit slowly into my mouth. 
Mulder groans lightly and sways a bit on his feet as he closes his 
eyes, luxuriating in the warmth of my mouth. I can taste the salty 
residue of sunflower seeds on his finger. I pull my head back, 
letting his finger slide almost all the way out, then suck it back in,
repeating these moves several times. Mulder has his eyes open now, 
staring into mine as I perform this teasing fellatio on his finger. 
He is still swaying, enough to worry me that he's going to fall over. 
I let his finger go and guide him gently into the chair he vacated 
moments ago. 



This works well for me, for it puts him back to eye-level with my 
legs. This is my game, and it's easier played when he's not towering 
over me. Now that we both know we are crossing over our previous 
barriers, it's time to have a little fun.



At this thought I give Mulder a sly grin. He opens his mouth as if 
to speak, but I put my finger to my puckered lips, hushing him. This 
is a good place to start. I tilt my head back slightly, running my 
finger lazily down my chin, my neck, my chest. Down, even slower, 
between my breasts, hardening my nipples instantly, and noticeably 
under my tight, thin shirt. I flatten my hand out as I reach my 
stomach and continue the path down my leg to my right knee, which is 
still crossed over the other. I stop, then slowly slide my fingers 
back in the direction from which they just came. I catch the edge of
my skirt, pulling it back, almost exposing my center. I can smell the 
heady scent of my arousal, and I notice Mulder breathing in, deep. 
I can see him twitch in his pants. He's no longer stunned by my 
behavior, accepting this escapade of pleasure and enjoying waiting 
for the next move.



I run my hand back down my now fully exposed thigh, uncrossing my 
legs as I do so. In the same motion, I place my right foot beside him 
on the arm of this chair, leaving my left leg dangling before him off
the edge of the desk. I raise my eyebrow, and he understands and 
accepts my invitation. He places his hand on my leg, sliding it 
delicately upward. I can feel his thumb pressing into the hardness 
of my calf. Mulder's hands are soft and warm, but I already knew 
this. I noticed it on our first case as he ran his fingers over the 
small of my back, assuring me that I had only been bitten by 
mosquitoes. It was that night that he claimed that part of my flesh 
for his own. 



I've always considered that his property, a small piece of myself I'd 
given him, and have allowed his hand to rest there whenever he 
wanted. It's there as he guides me through doors, down hallways, 
away from danger. It's his. It has been since that night. I even 
branded his spot with a symbol of unity. Feeling then that even if 
our bodies never unite, our souls would, time and again. So it was 
tattooed on his part of my body as a reminder for my entire lifetime. 
But it seems now that we will consummate that unity, here in the 
very office where we first met.



Now as his hands move further up my leg, I am about to relinquish 
the rest of myself to him as well. I meant what I said to him. I'm 
tired of being denied. Tired of being controlled. Tired of holding 
back the yearnings I have because of protocol. I want Mulder. I 
want him now and forever. Doing whatever we please. And right now, 
I want to play. Come and play Mulder. Come and play. 



His hand is caressing circles on my inner thigh. I place my hand on 
top of his, feeling him feeling me. I look into his eyes, pools of 
blue and green and gold and brown. So mesmerizing. I feel like I'm 
swimming inside them. They are so deep. So warm. 
So inviting.



We slide our hands, together, up my thigh. I raise my left hand to 
stroke his cheek, then trace my fingers down his neck. He leans in 
further and I snake my hand around into his hair, pulling his face to 
mine as I lean down for our second kiss. He pauses, only briefly, 
before breaking our intense gaze. This time I'm ready. I'm not 
shocked to see him before me now. I am captivated. I am eager. I am 
hungry. 



NOW!



Our lips meet, softly at first. An out of place chaste kiss, 
considering where our hands are. Then, as if we've had a melting of 
minds, our lips part simultaneously and we begin a dance of 
exploration with our tongues. Gliding over teeth, lips. Inside the 
moist caverns. Diving deep. Circling. Licking. Encompassing. 
Devouring. I move my hand from his as he rises from his chair, on 
sturdier legs than before. He runs his now free hand around and under 
my skirt, and begins squeezing my ass. My hand has found its way 
around to his as well, and I finally squeeze what I've been staring at 
every time he walks away from me.



He is now wedged between my legs, as I move my left foot to rest on 
the other arm of his chair, pulling him further into the embrace of my 
legs. As much as I am enjoying this, I notice we have a slight 
problem. Too many articles of clothing in the way. He must have 
read my thoughts. We break our all-encompassing kiss and he lays me, 
gently, back onto his desk. I can't help but grin in my own 'you know 
you want me' way. He does a quick waggle of his eyebrows, answering 
his 'oh yeah, I do' and pulls down my pantyhose and panties at the 
same time. He steps back to remove them completely. As his hands 
trail their way back up my legs, he follows them this time with his 
mouth, planting small wet kisses. I can feel myself seething heat 
from my center. Mulder's breath is hot, and is now upon my inner 
thigh. His fingers tangle themselves in my red curls as his thumb 
slides over my folds. His other hand has pushed what remained of my 
skirt up as far as it would go, and he is tracing feather soft circles 
on my lower abdomen. I begin to quiver beneath his touch. I almost 
forgot how good it feels to have a man touch me like this. I feel 
moisture, hot and slick, pooling under Mulder's thumb. He dips his 
thumb down into it, separating me, as he continues to place kisses on 
my thigh. He pulls his thumb back up rubbing my own slickness around
my clit, which is beginning to swell with this overload of pleasure. 
His touch is like electricity, sending sparks throughout my body. 
It's been too long since the last time I've done this that I'm already 
teetering on the brink of release. 



As I brace myself to hold out under his skillful ministrations, he 
stops kissing me and drags his tongue languidly across the rest of my 
thigh and up into the hot flesh of me. His tongue darts in and out 
and over my clit, then back down again, and out and up, and oh my God!
I arch my hips up to him as I watch stars explode all around me. My 
body convulses and shivers repeatedly since he has yet to remove 
himself from me, prolonging my long overdue orgasm. The stars 
dissipate into gold dust sprinkling all around me, before I fade into 
the dark oblivion of bliss. Mulder's hand on my stomach is the only 
thing that keeps me from floating away. 



I love the waves. I want to be on the waves, alone with you, crashing 
together, Mulder. As my focus returns to me, finally, I reach down to 
strokes my fingers into his hair, pulling myself up to a sitting 
position. With my eyes still heavy with the weight of passion, I look
down over his body. I slide my hands over his chest, quickly 
dismantling the buttons of his shirt, revealing his chest. I let my 
fingernails graze his nipples as I head down to unfasten his pants. 
He is stroking my arms as I undress him. Finally the offending 
garments are pushed down enough to reveal what has been trying to 
escape since I made my little walk across the office. 



I've seen Mulder naked before, but never like this. 
I could get used to this. 
And I plan on it. 



I grab at him eagerly and begin to slide my fingers around his 
erection. His head leans back a little and his eyes close for a 
moment, savoring the feeling of my hand finally holding him. He 
feels so soft and hard as I continue to revel in this moment. I can 
tell he's not going to make it much longer either. Not that I mind. 
I'm finding myself climbing back up to a higher level of excitement. 
One look into his eyes and I slide him into me, then reach back 
around, pulling at him to enter me further. And we connect. 



"Oh God," I whisper, still trying to keep quiet, in case he is right 
about the office being surveilled. I'd managed to keep all of my 
noises tucked inside until now. So has Mulder, but I now hear him 
groaning his satisfaction at our union. He pulls back, then thrusts 
hard and deep. It's like a colliding of worlds. Neither of us can 
control the passion we've unleashed now. Thrusting harder and 
deeper and faster, I place one hand behind me on the desk, to better 
hold my position, and push myself against him. He is holding me 
around my waist, pulling me to him with every thrust.



His eyes squeeze shut and his face tenses, trying to hold out for more 
time. But the line has been crossed. For both of us. He lets out 
another moan and I am sent reeling back into the waves of oblivion, 
crashing down with Mulder. Crashing together in a quintessence of 
lust, finally given in to. 



As we stand there in the aftermath, clinging to each other close now, 
him still inside of me, I suddenly find my sense of humor again.



"You know Mulder," I say in a sated state of exhaustion and 
exhilaration, "if I had a desk of my OWN, we would be able to hold 
meetings on it as well." 



He laughs and reaches for the phone, which has barely managed to stay 
on the edge of the desk. 
"Supplies? Yes, this is Special Agent Fox Mulder. I'd like to put in 
a request for a new desk. A big one. Send it to my office as soon 
as it arrives."



"So that's what I needed to do to get a desk?" I question him 
playfully.



"Well, you could've just asked. But I'm REALLY glad you didn't," he 
tells me, with a grin on his face that would make the Cheshire cat 
envious.



Oh yeah, I can get used to this.



THE END



So tell me what you thought???
Special thanks and credits go to Heather, for her never ending help
and support. And if you thought a few of those lines sounded 
familiar, you are not mistaken. Did you notice the phrases in there?
Of course you did!! I won't spoil the songs for you, since this 
isn't a songfic, but if you recognized the lines, you probably 
already know where they are from! They're just a few lines that 
reminded me of Mulder and Scully on a "good" day! ;)