Silence is not golden - it's a tarnished, dull, gray thing, the color of smoke and ashes. I know, because desire burns.
Mulder has preceded her from my office - I can tell that much without having to look up from the work I pretend to be doing. She glances back at me. I can tell that from the briefest hesitation of her feet at the office door. Besides, her glance burns me like a branding iron. I can feel it.
I would lose my soul if I were to look up and meet her gaze just now.
Her voice makes my cock ache, and sometimes in the middle of these meetings I want to leap across my desk, cup her beautiful face in my hands and order her to say my name. Not 'Sir', not 'AD Skinner. My name. Then I would order her to repeat it, and I would crush my mouth onto hers, devour my name as it is born on her luscious lips.
I can't.
I must.
Soon, I will be demented from the sheer effort my silence demands.
I put my pen down on the desk, next to the paperwork I have now ignored for an hour.
The need pushes me - it has grown so much stronger than my silence, so much loftier than my walls. So much more important than anything I can think of.
I pause at the door to the basement office, hand raised to knock. I am totally on edge now. Scully may be here, alone. I have already gone to the parking garage, pretending to take something from my glove compartment. In reality, I was checking the cars. Mulder's is gone; Scully's is still here.
I may have a reprieve today, however. The thought occurs to me that they may have gone somewhere together. The office is probably empty.
I have already knocked on the door, and I didn't even realize it.
"Come in," wafts through the closed door and twitches my cock. The sight of her as I enter the room almost nauseates me with lust, turns my stomach inside out and upside down, and I hate myself. I have been a coward, something I despise without mercy.
No more silence.
"Agent Mulder?" I ask, in as even a voice as I can manage.
She looks up from her partner's desk, gaze meeting mine evenly, and I force myself to stay in the room.
"He's gone, Sir. He took some paperwork and went home. He said he wasn't feeling well."
I am feeling a bit fevered myself, truth be told.
I plunge in. "It's not really Agent Mulder I was looking for..."
I stumble, and silence tries to overtake me again. I am not strong enough. Imagine that.Determination and desperation rise. I have to touch her soon.
"Sir?" she questions, as I have stopped speaking mid-sentence. I want to jump over Mulder's desk and suck her tongue out.
"Agent Scully, I've been meaning to.. I'd like to .."
The hell with it.
I turn around, unspoken wish suspended in the air between us. I lock the door.I turn back, to see her eyebrows raised in puzzled - something - surprise? amusement? expectation? It doesn't matter. I have stewed in my own hot juices too long. It has become a now or never thing.
"Sir..." she begins again, standing now in anticipation, and she seems a little breathless to me.My fantasy coming to life.
I am across the room to her in no time at all. She starts to speak again, and I stop her by placing my hands on the sides of her face - her gorgeous face. I play it as I have envisioned it earlier.
"Say my name!" I demand roughly, careful not to hold her too tightly between my hands. I would die before I would harm a hair on her head.
She is breathing heavily, and her face is warm."Sir..." comes out for the fourth time in less than a minute.
"No," I stop her. "My name!'
"Walter," she breathes softly, and I can feel the muscles in her face and her jaw move as she speaks.
"Again," I prompt her, a bit more gently now, as she is not resisting.
"Walter," she begins, and never gets to finish. My mouth crushes to hers almost without conscious thought, and I swallow the rest of my name as it comes from her. She gasps in surprise, and I eat that, too.
She has pulled away for just the barest fraction of a second, and then she is all mine; mouth engulfed in mine, chest to chest, thigh to thigh, and I would pull her right into me physically if I only could.
My hands roam, firm breasts, thin waist, my hands cup her buttocks and try to pull her into me even further.She is as hungry as I am. Her own hands explore, and she begins the deed by trying to remove my coat, tie and shirt, hands reaching in, exploring, hot flashes on my chest. I do the same, her business suit has got to go. We are finally both totally naked, I don't even know how, and every touch of her hands on my flesh is lightening striking me, electrifying my nerves. My cock is rock-hard and I think it was like that even before I kissed her. Must have been, as I cannot remember feeling it get that way, I feel just the fever in my brain, and the heat of the woman I am holding. Not even holding, crushing to me, I am surprised she can even breathe. I reach between her naked legs, and she is so hot and wet, all for me.
"Scully," I whisper into her mouth, and she has released me from her kiss, because she is the one in control now. Somehow, she has taken over.
She reaches behind me; breasts, hard nipples grazing against my skin, and I am so sensitized to her that even that light brush has made me moan. As soon as I realize what she is doing, I turn around and help, swiping my arm across Mulder's desk, sending pens, pencils, calendar and files flying across the floor. I almost laugh at the thought of doing it on Mulder's desk, but nothing is really funny right now. I am about to disintegrate.
Scully pushes at me ineffectually. I am too large for her to move easily. "Sit," she commands breathlessly, pushing me again in the direction of the desk.
Who am I to refuse? I sit.
She practically jumps right into my lap, feet on the desk on either side of me, breasts in my face. I do not complain, of course, I simply feed. Suck the nipples and play with the wetness between her legs.
She is gasping and I know she will come soon. I want to be in her for that, need to feel myself in her when she comes. And I have waited long enough anyway.
I pick her up a bit higher, reluctantly releasing a nipple from my mouth, and position her just so. She has not objected to this change, and I know she wants me in her now. I hold her there, with the tip of my cock touching just slightly, until I can feel her trying to push herself down on it, grinding her hips and moaning because it's so close but not there yet.
I pull her down roughly, and she gasps in delight, returning her mouth to my own. She grinds, I thrust and then she is coming on my cock, and she pushes me over the edge, bright lights, lightening exploding behind my eyes as I cry out her name, almost delirious.
Silence broken.
The End