Couldntt find anything better to do on a Friday night, could you, Scully, she derided herself. At least she could sleep in tomorrow, and then wouldn’t have to see the place till Monday morning.
And still this damn car wouldn’t start.
She looked at her cell phone for a long moment, the thought crossing her mind that maybe she could call AD Skinner’s office upstairs. She could imagine the conversation: Sir, are you planning to go home at any time tonight, or are you still merrily wedded to your desk? I could use a ride.
Oh, yeah, that would work, Dana, she thought, remembering the ride he had given her the other day. But, I really could use a ride, she tried to defend her contemplated action, not wanting to figure out exactly what kind of ride she was thinking of asking for.
No, no that simply wouldn’t do. Call a cab. Or, she could call Mulder. Tear him away from his latest video rental to come down and rescue her.
She was dialing her partner’s number when the elevator dinged and the doors opened. There was no mistaking the size of the silhouette backlighted in the elevator doorway. Not a security guard. Skinner. Damn!
Of, course, he saw her car there. Of course, he came right over to her parking space, all quiet concern as she opened her driver’s side window. “Agent Scully? Working late?”
“Yes, Sir. Actually, I was just calling Agent Mulder. My car died.”
“What seems to be the problem?”
“No idea! It just refuses to start. I got tied up with some reports in the office, and before I knew it, it was way past quitting time and now the stupid car is dead!”
“Well, try it again and let me see what it does. Or doesn’t do,” he told her, leaning a little closer to the window, giving her an even better whiff of his cologne. She turned the key one more time, hearing only that dry click she had heard all the times before.
“Pop the hood, I’ll take a look. But I’m not a mechanic, so I can’t promise anything.”
She did as he asked, and then couldn’t resist the temptation to get out and take a look for herself. Not that she had any clue what she was looking at. She knew the basics, of course, but she couldn’t see anything wrong.
Skinner was leaning into the engine, bracing himself on the front of the car. She leaned, too, her hand next to his on the car, her head close to his under the hood. Dark in the garage, at this time of night, and kind of weird, with the little light for the open hood shining on their faces.
She loved his strong face, and his hard body, and she watched him next to her as he reached in and tried to fiddle with something. She could almost see the feral movement of muscle under skin that allowed him to perform this action. She would have liked to see the muscles play under that skin without the cover of suit and trenchcoat. It was slightly chilly in the garage, and she shivered suddenly, involuntarily making contact with his arm. He looked at her sharply.
“Sorry,” he apologized.
“No, it was me, it’s just getting cold in here, that’s all.”
He straightened up next to her, crowding her space in front of the car, making her step back an inch or so. She stopped herself. That wasn’t what she wanted to do. She actually could envision herself stepping right into him, merging with his strength and warmth.
"I’ll take you home,” he said, reaching up and closing the hood firmly.
“Oh, that’s ok,” she protested weakly. “I can call Mulder, I’m sure he’s still up.” She stopped speaking, as he seemed to override her protest with a glance. Apparently, she was not being given a choice.
She retrieved her purse and cell phone, and they headed silently for his car.
Skinner was in a quandary. He had not been able to get the events of the other day out of his mind. If this was a case where each one wanted the other, and both were impaired by professional etiquette, then nothing would ever happen between them. Here, at this hour, in the dark, he didn’t want to let anything get away.
He unlocked the passenger side door of his car for her, resting his big hand lightly on her back as she climbed in, then closing the door for her. He made his decision in the time it took him to walk around the front of the car and unlock his door.
He got in, put his keys in the ignition, and started the car. He didn’t put it into gear, and he didn’t look at her for a long moment.
Scully thought he bad forgotten something.
“Sir?” she asked, puzzled by his silence and immobility.
Well, he had already made up his mind. He turned to her, and rested his right hand on the side of her face. It covered the whole half of her face, she was so tiny and so dainty, and she was taking his breath away since he bad stepped from the elevator. He brushed her cheek with his thumb, he could feel her beginning to tremble, and wondered if he had mistakenly projected his own feelings and needs onto her. Maybe she didn’t want him.
‘Tm sorry,” he began, starting to withdraw his hand regretfully, but she caught it in both of hers, putting her lips to the strong fingers, meeting his eyes briefly before she closed hers and tasted his fingers with her tongue. She separated one of his fingers and began to lick it and suck on it, and she couldn’t even figure out why she should abandon all common sense like this, but what the hell - it was late, no one was around, and in the morning she could pretend it was one of her more pleasant dreams.
Something was on the radio, playing softly, and she didn’t even recognize it but she liked it anyway, and when she opened her eyes again, AD Skinner was leaning back into his seat, incredible sensation traveling up his arm to invade his entire body. He had his head thrown back against the head rest, and he was just into it, breath becoming harsh now, the heat already coming off his body in waves to her.
She let go of his hand and he sat up again, leaning toward her and reaching out to grab her head, pulling her face to his, invading her mouth smoothly, as if he had always been right at home kissing her, and that seemed right, too, just now, so she dueled with him a bit with her tongue, gasping when his hand ran up under her blouse to cup her breast, then squeeze it gently.
The windows were starting to steam up now, and she pushed him away, pulling at her clothes to get herself undressed, pulling at his at the same time, so he would do something about his suit. He took off his shirt and opened his pants, and then she stopped him.
“Let me,” she whispered, climbing as gracefully as she could manage over the console and settling onto his lap. She began to kiss him again, in earnest now, grinding herself on his cock, right through his pants. She didn’t want him to take them off just yet.
He grabbed both breasts and began to knead them, gently at first, then more insistently, until she couldn’t wait any longer. She released his lips and pushed his face onto her chest, moaning quietly while he licked and sucked them, pinched the nipples, bit them and teased them with his tongue. She couldn’t believe the incredible sensations; it had been way too long since she had had some physical attention, and doing herself in the confines of her bed or her shower just didn’t cut it. This man was remarkable, he was driving her absolutely wild.
“Wait,” she said feverishly, climbing back over to her side of the car. She knelt on her seat, and then leaned back over toward him, reaching for his pants now, finally allowing him to release his cock. It was huge, he was so hot for her, and that turned her on even more. She had often wondered, in the midst of debriefings, what Skinner’s cock would look like. It measured up to her expectations, and then some.
She blew on it softly, her breath cooler than his flesh, and he moaned, loudly this time.
She ran her tongue across the tip of the head and he nearly jumped out of his skin. He reached over and began to play with a nipple again, spurring her on to more activity. She licked up and down the shaft slowly, savoring every gasp and moan she could elicit from the man. This was an all-powerful high, and at this point, it wouldn’t take much to push her over the edge. She wanted to be careful, and make it last just a bit longer, so she did it all slowly. She opened her mouth and dove right down on it, closing her lips only when she had gotten as much as she thought she could fit into her mouth. Then she dragged her lips back up the shaft and repeated the motion.
It made him crazy, and he began to buck his hips into her face, trying to shove his cock right down her throat. She wasn’t going to allow that. She had her own agenda in mind.
“That’s enough of that,” he told her tersely, pulling her head up, hauling her bodily over onto his lap again.
“In you, NOW,” he ordered, being the AD, and used to having his orders followed.
Scully was in no shape to disobey. She leaned her weight on his shoulders, and waited while he positioned his cock right where it had to go. Before she could lower herself, Skinner put his hands on her shoulders and pushed. At the same time, he thrust upward with his hips determinedly, effectively taking her breath away and burying himself all the way into her.
“Oh, my god,’ she cried, putting the palms of her hands on the ceiling of the car, while he held her hips firmly, and drove into her relentlessly. She thought she would be black and blue tomorrow, he was holding her so tightly, but she didn’t care, she could only feel the huge power of him, driving into her, making her crazy, pushing her blissfully over the edge. Then Skinner came himself, crying out to the ceiling of his car, pumping into her over and over, even after he was drained.
Scully laid her weight on his hot body, trying to catch her breath.
“Shall I drive you home?” he asked warily in her ear.
She smileed softly. “Consider me driven,” she replied.