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11.05am

Scully stood facing her students who were all waiting with anticipation of what she might have to say in the lecture that she was about to begin. These final year students had the knowledge and some possessed the skill required to carry them to the top of the profession, others barely seemed interested as if this was just the gaining of a qualification. She knew exactly who were genuinely interested in her lectures and those who came just because she marked for attendance!

Looking down at her notes Scully concentrated hard upon them, needing them to make sense to her. Since her meeting this morning she had visited the Internet café and was perplexed at what she had found waiting in her inbox. The words she had read ricocheted around her mind 'I'm sorry!' Mulder had said

Scully began her lecture, the words constantly on her mind, she had to maintain her professional exterior for the next hour and slowly as she picked up the flow the lecture was taking her on the concern began to ebb away, the message wasn't as important as giving these young adults the knowledge and guidance they needed at these late stages in their education.

Turning on the overhead projector Scully faced the board in order to make sure the picture was the right way around. It showed a fresh open gunshot wound that had been fired at close point range. She was studying it for a brief moment explaining to the seniors that the devastation was not uncommon, this victim had anomalies that needed explaining, she continued with the fact there were cancerous cells present in the wound cavity, inevitably the victim would have died in a matter of weeks had they not already expired. The case was particularly interesting because the victim had several different cancerous growths.

Scully's flow was interrupted by a low humming noise, almost as if a bee were nearby. Scully turned and looked, nothing, she continued talking as she fought to ignore the constant irritation of the 'bee'. Gradually the noise began to get louder and a slight fizzing began to occur inside of Scully's body, starting at the base of her neck and filtering outwards to the tips of her fingers and toes. The gently pulsating feelings of imaginary fingers running themselves across her neck and slowly, inch by inch, down toward her chest. Each tingle set her body on fire like a match to a petrol can. Scully could feel the heat flood to her face as the soft fizzing ran its tentacles in circular movements across her back and hips. It was moving slowly south and she knew where this was headed. 'Not now!' she thought. The noise came closer to her increasing the strength of the fizzing that took place.  It was almost like having pins and needles spread throughout your body but without the pain. Scully felt like she had turned into can of soda that someone had shaken up. As if not expecting it, the tingling ran itself down her legs, as if tiny spiders were crawling all over her. The only area left uncovered was the front of her body. Shaking her head Scully tried to ignore the feelings as they decided to ascend towards her stomach. Scully felt the chill of desire spring her nipples to their out most point. 'God! I need a man! I need Mulder.' She thought. The vibrations began to run towards her lower abdomen, she knew she was now in trouble.

Spinning around she searched the crowd of students for the cause… she had only felt it this strong twice before. She'd felt the mild ones twice already this week; luckily she was in the car for the first one and in her office, for the second, yesterday. Something was happening She knew what it meant and she was afraid, there was no way it was happening, not now!

Trying to ignore the feelings Scully continued with her quest to teach these kids. She glanced at the clock, '11.39am, not long now' she thought. Scully began answering queries from the students. It was sometimes a relief not to be the only one talking… 'Why won't it go away?'  Scully thought almost angry that the humming and fizzing sensations wouldn't go. She knew what it could do if it got too intense and she didn't want that… it wasn't something these kids needed to see… ever! Scully couldn't help but worry, the intensity was slowly gaining and as she perched herself upon the table's edge she could feel what was going to happen next. Taking deep breaths she tried to control the orgasmic feelings that were bubbling away inside of her, this was embarrassing.

"Are you okay, Dr Scully?" one student asked as Scully's face began to perspire with the internal struggle.

"Not really, no. I'm feeling a little off colour." She glanced at the clock: 11.43

"Listen, class, I'm going to cut short today's lecture, I'm not feeling so hot. ('Yeah right!' She thought 'You are so turned on you could orgasm right here and now given the chance!') I'm sorry, I'll e-mail you the lecture notes and see you tomorrow afternoon for Lab groups."

The students grabbed their belongings and headed for the door, some offering her a hand to her office, others smiling at the thought of an early lunch. Quickly grabbing her things Scully headed for her office she couldn't be in a lecture theatre when this was happening! 'Not today' she thought 'Please, God, not today!'

Locking the door behind her Scully sank onto the sofa she'd had since she first started at the University. Covering herself with Mulder's Navajo blanket she succumbed to the feelings that were building with a high intensity. She needed to be touched, kissed, she hated this, there was nothing she could do she just had to touch herself. Closing her eyes she began to open the waistband of her trousers and slide her fingers beneath her panties.

SNAP!

Scully felt as if a switch had been turned off, the effervescent feeling and the humming had disappeared! She felt cheated. Right at the pinnacle of an explosive orgasm and it had stopped! Scully stood and re-buttoned her trousers frustration clearly evident on her face. The feelings always took over her and she hated it. There was no explanation other than it felt as if something was beneath her skin torturing her by taking her to orgasm.  At least she'd had time today before the feelings got too strong. That would have been more embarrassing than her 'feeling ill' episode minutes before!

As Scully composed herself once more the phone rang… hesitantly she answered it.

"Hello"

"Hi, Dana, its Monica."