“Hop in, Scully. I’ll drive you!”
Her boss’s voice had come seemingly out of nowhere, and Agent Dana Scully had been deeply enough in thought that she hadn’t realized the car had slowed next to her. She was on her way to another federal building, tracking down a lead on some incriminating paperwork, and she had decided to walk.
It had been nice out this afternoon, but it was clouding up, and in the crush of traffic she didn’t notice Skinner pulling over into an illegal parking space until he had spoken.
She turned quickly, the sight of him leaning across from the driver’s side to speak to her through the open window taking her breath away. He looked - well, he looked almost human. Even in the trenchcoat and the ever-present suit and white shirt, he almost looked boyish, half smiling at her the way he was, watching her expectantly, as if there would be no question of her taking him up on his offer.
“I wouldn’t want you to be going out of your way, Sir,” she started, but he waved her in.
“Don’t worry about it. It’s going to rain soon – I’ll drive you.”
His words brought an unexpected flush of heat to her body, and of course, she knew what it was. The ‘drive you.”
You can drive me, she thought to herself, climbing into the car, half-listening as Skinner began to speak to her about the last case she and Mulder had worked on. He was giving her his unbridled opinion of Mulder’s lack of concern for her own safety, in as much as he had left her alone with someone Mulder suspected of being a vampire, however wrong he had turned out to be. She got the idea it would be a long, one-sided conversation, and as Skinner pulled back into traffic expertly, Scully’s thoughts drifted. “I’ll drive you,” he’d said. She thought actions spoke louder than words, and she watched his strong hands on the steering wheel, and his voice droned in her head, setting her nerves on fire.
I want you to drive me, all right, she thought.
Drive me nuts. Pass me in the halls smelling as good as you always do. Make me uneasy with that dark, piercing stare you give us when you don’t like our newest case report. That dark, depthless look that makes me wet.
Drive me crazy. Talk to me. Talk about anything, a case, the weather, Mulder. Yell and reprimand, but drive me crazy with the sound of your voice washing over me, drawing me into an almost hypnotic trance of desire. There is no such thing as animal magnetism. It’s Skinner magnetism, and there is nothing to compare.
Drive me to distraction. Reach across me to take something from Mulder, so I can feel the heat coming from your body, assailing my senses, making me want to lick your neck, to taste you everywhere, and it takes a lot to squelch that desire so I can concentrate.
Or just drive me - period. Drive me home. Drive me into satin sheets with your hard body. Drive your cock, what is probably an exquisite column of silken steel, drive it right into me. Drive me deep, drive me hard and keep driving until I am driven insane with ecstasy.
“Agent Scully,” her AD’s voice interrupted her. She had a sudden fear that she might have been panting. “We’re here,” he pointed out needlessly.
Indeed they were.
“I’m sorry, I think I was concentrating too hard on what you were saying. Thank you, Sir.” She climbed weak-kneed from the car.
‘My pleasure,” he said, actually smiling at her as he drove away.
“Drive me,” she whispered.