Summary:

Scully lost something important. Mulder helps her find it.

Notes:

A time thief is someone who does other things beside their job while at work. You know, like, online shopping or office sex.

Jeez, y'all. October is zooming by. Inspired by prompt #11 "You lost it, well we lost it"

I cheated a little and split the prompt up; creative liberty. :)

Yeah, just like the rest in this series, no beta be kind.

"Mulder. Help me!" Scully was on the floor on her hands and knees; her skirt was bunched at her waist and she was topless. Mulder was on his back, eyes closed, and panting. His body was sticky with sweat.

"Mulder, please. We don't have any time; Skinner wants us in his office in five minutes and I can't find my bra," Scully said with clear panic in her voice.

Mulder opened his eyes, turned to Scully, and smiled. His goofy sex grin quickly disappeared and was replaced with an expression similar to Scully's. He sat up, pulling his pants and underwear up over his still hard dick.

His shirt was splayed across the floor next to Scully's jacket and green v-neck sweater. The sweater that started this entire thing.

This glorious thing. This thing changed his life. Saved his life.

"You lost it?"

Mulder was having a hard time staying focused on the task at hand. One could hardly blame him. Scully was a sight, her soft breasts exposed, nipples erect, hair and eyes wild, and cheeks flushed.

Her face scowled at his question. "Mulder!"

He stood and threw his palms up in surrender. "Well, we lost it." He said.

Scully rolled her eyes. Sitting up on her knees, she did her best to push her skirt back down to its intended length, then sat back on her ankles. "Mulder, if you don't help me find my bra..." her voice curt. A far cry from the voice that whispered sweet nothings into his ear moments ago.

"Ye of little faith," he said, propping himself up against the filing cabinet.

A mischievous grin spread across his face as he extended his arm out in a fist and said, "Voila!" He then opened his fist and presented her with the missing undergarment hanging by the strap from his pointer finger.

A sigh of relief escaped her mouth. She stood and moved into his space; it took everything in him not to throw her back on his desk and make her come a second time.

"Where was it?"

"On top of the filing cabinet."

"How?" She asked him as she put on the tan bra he so willingly and excitedly took off twenty minutes ago. He shrugged his shoulders and chuckled.

"Never mind," she said, resting her hand on his bare chest. "Get dressed before Skinner has our heads."

Mulder nodded and did what he was told. He donned his dress shirt, tie, and suit jacket while he watched Scully get dressed as well. Somehow, the sight of her clothed made his dick harder. Their secret, still inside her, made every cell in his body ignite.

He rushed over and stood in front of the office door, blocking her exit. Scully put her hands on her hips. Her face softened.

"Come here," she said, leaning into his chest as he bent down to meet her soft lips one last time.

She pulled away, fixed his tie, and smoothed his jacket. "We have to go," she said in a whisper that loudly conveyed reluctance. Mulder opened the door. "Let's go, G-woman," he said. He held the door open and Scully stepped under his arm. They exchanged one last smile before Scully paused.

"Oh and when we get back, you need to pick up your desk, Mulder; it's a mess." Then she playfully patted him on the ass as she passed through the threshold.

Mulder shook his head and followed her to the basement elevator, quietly willing his post copulation erection from existence.