From: JLB's Fan Fiction To: Subject: submission Date: Friday, June 01, 2001 10:37 PM TITLE: Wake Up AUTHOR: writer_temp FEEDBACK: Embraced at writer_temp@hotmail.com DISCLAIMER: If anything, they own me. RATING: NC-17 CATEGORY: MSR SPOILERS: None ARCHIVE: Eh, why not. SUMMARY: K, um, this is just 100% pure smuttage. Frisky Scully? Puh-leese. Don't even bother looking for a plot. If you find one, see a shrink. Wake Up by writer_temp A wave of heat pulsed furiously through her body as his hands were suddenly on her. He opened the office door and soon she was pinned against the other side. Then his hands were back on her body, everywhere at once. They ran down her sides, over her breasts...and his lips, they were on her neck, her lips, her shoulder...everywhere she wanted them. Her lips remained parted as gasps and moans escaped in short breaths from her mouth. She had wanted this for so long. His hands moved quickly as he kept her pinned against the door. This was exactly how she wanted it. Their bodies were quickly losing the battle for control. He pulled her crisp, white shirt from her waistband and immediately set to work on the small buttons. He slowed for a moment to admire her as the shirt lay open, revealing her silky white bra and creamy skin. He'd often imagined her like this, the picture of sexiness, white business shirt pushed away from her beautiful breasts and her black skirt up around her hips revealing the tops of her thigh high silk stockings and the bottom of her panties. His motions quickly resumed as she pulled him back towards her and pushed her hips up against him. She snaked a leg around his back and pulled him even closer. His hand began tracing a white hot trail up her inner thighs towards her burning center. She reached down and halted the motions of his hand when she felt her panties being moved to the side. They looked at each other for a moment before she made a grab for his belt. His breaths came in shorter gasps as she removed the belt and unzipped his pants. She left them on his hips and moved back up to his shirt. She kissed him furiously as her hands worked on the buttons. When his shirt finally dropped to the floor she ran her small hands down his tanned chest and back towards his very prominent erection. Her hands lightly touched it and he was back on her, removing her shirt and bra completely. She drew in a sharp breath as his lips met her bare breasts for the first time. Her moans grew louder and her head fell back against the wall as he kissed and sucked lightly on her nipples. He smiled as she stepped out of her fuck-me high heels, instantly removing three inches of her height. She kicked the shoes out of the way and once again pulled his hard body back onto hers. He made quick work of her skirt and quickly tossed aside her silky stockings and white panties. He kissed her again, his tongue snaking in and out of her accepting mouth. Her hand worked between their tightly pressed together bodies and his hips jerked violently against her. She slid his pants down and he stepped out of them and immediately back to her, forcefully parting her legs with one of his own. She stroked him through his boxers, her hand and his huge cock only inches away from her dripping center. He moved against her as she quickly stroked up and down the length of him. He gathered himself long enough for his hand to continue on it's earlier path. He ran two fingers through her swollen lips and then inside her. She moaned loudly and forced her body down onto his hand. He added another finger and they began to stroke each other in rhythm, the pressure building deep within both their bodies. Years of tension were exploding around them, and they were mere seconds from losing complete control. They slowed their movements long enough to remove his boxers, but the small rest allowed them to hear footsteps coming down the hall. The door was locked, but there was a chance that someone, mainly their boss, would feel compelled to use a key. They held their breath, but their arousal only escalated. Careful not to make any noise against the door, she pulled him back to her again. With one leg around his back and one barely on the ground she watched as he entered her. They both closed their eyes before they began to move together. The footsteps came closer. He thrust into her and she bit her lip to keep from crying out. The footsteps slowed in front of the office door. He captured her lips with his and plunged back into her. "Harder," she whispered into his ear. The visitor continued down the hall and the clicking steps faded away. He withdrew and thrust into her, pushing her hard against the door. She did cry out that time and their motions quickly became faster. She was being slammed against the door and was nearly screaming his name with every single hard, upward stroke. If anyone were to walk by now, they would have no trouble figuring out what was going on inside their office. She met matched his rhythm and continued to up the tempo. He loved that she loved doing it this way. Wild, passionate, uninhibited... His enormous shaft rubbed against her clit, causing her to writhe against him. She tightened her inner muscles around him and he felt himself began to shudder. He ran his fingers through her beautiful hair and they looked into each others eyes. They slammed against each other and against the door faster and faster. Her head was thrown back wildly and her breasts were in his mouth. Her cries grew lower and louder and he began to moan her name with each quickening stroke. They held onto each other's slick bodies as her muscles began to tighten and the pressure within them became almost unbearable. They were fucking each other, screaming each others names. Her back arched more and more and she began to shudder, her orgasm exploding from deep inside. He began to pump into her wildly, both of them in pleasure almost to the point of pain. He felt her begin to come, her eyes squeezing tightly and her muscles contracting violently around his aching cock. The harder she came, she tighter her muscled gripped him and as her orgasm gripped her entire body he came with her, crying out her name and exploding deep into her body. They both continued to grind against each other, riding out wave after forceful wave of almost unbearable pleasure. He found her clit with his thumb and stroked it furiously, coaxing out every last shudder in her body. Finally, they slowed and she lowered both her feet back to the floor, separating their sweaty bodies. She fell against his body after a failed attempt to stand. They stood there, face to face. They looked deeply into each other's eyes and smiled. Their arms circled tightly around each other and they kissed once more. With every movement of their lips and tongues, pure passion flew between their bodies. Their eyes flew to the door when they heard a furious knock. They scrambled to pick up their clothes and either dress or hide. The knock grew louder and louder... "Scully!" someone called from the other side of the door. She didn't answer. The knocking and calling continued. "Scully!" The knock got louder and closer. Why were they still calling her name? "Scully! Scully..." the voice was so close...almost inside her head... Scully awoke with a jerk. The sleeves of her jacket were wrinkled from falling asleep on Mulder's desk. She began to stand, but a wave of dizziness and heat almost knocked her down as she remembered her dream. She paused for a moment to regain her balance before walking to the door. "Mulder? Why can't you get in?" she called to her partner. "You tell me. Either you locked our door or it's jammed." he called back. She jiggled the knob a little and the door came open. Mulder strolled in and sat down at his desk. He looked at Scully standing rather dazed in the middle of the office and began to ask her who she had been screaming at when he was walking down the hall, but decided against it. "Scully, you've been sleeping on my desk again, haven't ya?" he asked. "Mulder, don't start," she commented, slumping down in the chair in front of his desk. "Well, as long as you're just sleeping on the desk then it's OK. Anything else and we'll have to talk it over first," he smiled wickedly. "Mulder, watch less Showtime," she said with a smile. "Besides, if I wanted to do anything else on your desk...I don't really think we'd have to talk it over." Scully was immediately surprised at herself. Mulder's sexual banter usually stayed just so...*Mulder's* sexual banter. However, that dream...God, she wanted him. Right here. Right now. She licked her lips and grinned wickedly. Mulder shot her an equally surprised look, but quickly recovered. "So," he drawled, let's see how far she'll take this, "basically what you're saing...you're finally admitting that you want me. You want me on this desk and that's that." Mulder said with a smile. He expected her to retreat back into conservative Scully World, but he was only met with a sly grin. "What if I do?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. Oooh, Scully is frisky today. "Well," he sighed, shifting in his seat, "now that I think about it...I really can't think of anything that I could...or would do to stop you." His eyes roamed the length of her body as she slowly rose from her chair and began sauntering towards him. How can one woman be so damn sexy? She was getting closer. She's gonna slap me for staring. That's what's she's doing. As she walked, her hands drifted to her shirt. She began undoing the buttons one at a time until she was standing directly in front of him. "Mulder," she drew his name out huskily, "I wouldn't stop anyway." With that she pulled her skirt up and swung one leg over his waist, straddling an already prominent erection. She took his hands and placed them on her breasts and pressed her body further down onto his hardness before running her tongue lightly along his lips. Mulder sat in a state of shock and extreme arousal. Between caressing her breasts and trying not to come right then and there, he managed to ask her one question. "Scully," he moaned, "is this a dream?" She smiled and her hot breath flowed onto his ear as she whispered... "Yes..." . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Told ya. Smut. Ain't worth nothin. Ha...ha. I wrote this in, like, 10 minutes so be gentle. *pout* This is my first X-Files fic, but you can catch my other junk at http://www.geocities.com/writer_temp ------------------------------------------------------------------ Thanks writer_temp