I think of myself as a head-on kind of guy. I do it by the book; I do it by the numbers; and unlike Agent Mulder, I feel that the best way to get from Point A to Point B is a straight line. So, when I finally decided I was going to have sex with Agent Scully, I gave serious consideration to the best method to achieve my goal.

I was always the practical, pragmatic one. After all, I am the boss, an ex-Marine, used to obeying orders previously, now used to giving them. I wondered fleetingly if I could just call Scully up to the office and order her to...do things. It was really hard to push those visions out of my mind and get down to some serious planning.

Hmmm, chance meeting in the hall? Nope, happens everyday.

Date for lunch? Too yuppie, or something.

I could just show up at her apartment, but God knew what kind of bugs were in place. I would prefer not to entertain our enemies with this event.

And of course, I had to consider that Scully might not be amenable to my plans. As a preliminary step, I had observed her during her free time and had come to the conclusion that she wasn't seeing anyone but Mulder and hopefully she wasn't seeing Mulder in any way that would thwart my ambition. However, she was as skilled as I at hiding her feelings. Perhaps she was content with her solitary existance.

Still, although I was aware that my actions could result in dire consequences for me - ranging from an indignant denial to a sexual harassment lawsuit to a broken kneecap - I was determined to approach her. Faint heart never won fair lady and all that. After all, if she protested, I could always point out that I hadn't taken action for that kiss in the elevator. And I had certainly wanted to. She was driving me mad: the sight of her in the hall, the sound of her voice, hardened my cock in seconds.

Then fate took pity on me, or smiled at me, or wondered what would happen, and presented me with an opportunity. I got tapped to attend a conference in Atlanta, and at the last minute, one of the speakers, a forensic psychologist, came down with pneumonia. Much to the gratitude of the conference head, I was able to suggest a replacement.

I didn't know if the conference head would tell Scully who had recommended her, but as she is rather well-reputed, even having taught at Quantico, I didn't think even she would suspect anything. I even acted a little surprised when she asked for permission to go to Atlanta.

I didn't tell her I was attending. And I booked myself on a different flight. Same hotel, of course, since that was where the conference was being held. Nothing suspect there.

I don't ever remember being quite this deliberate in my quest for a sexual partner. Any assignations I have had were always thought out well before hand, except for one unfortunate incident, and THAT sort of thing was never going to happen again. But Scully was another matter entirely. I had been watching her for so long, that I couldn't even remember for sure when I started wanting her. It seemed like forever, and I was getting pretty tired of whacking off in my office bathroom after every meeting with her. Her and Mulder. And then they'd leave together and go to the basement to do God-only-knew-what down there.

Well, I already knew what I wanted to do, and the hard-on I got thinking about it was a really good start.

Scully's lecture was the last of the day. I attended, purposely arriving late and leaning against a back wall. The lights were dim for her slides, so she didn't notice me immediately. I noticed her though, and my heart swelled along with other things. She was so tiny and so lovely in her severe black suit. Her voice was strong and firm, her explanation clear, her delivery precise. The contrast between the power of her intellect and the deceptive fragility of her beauty was the most seductive thing I'd ever seen.

I wasn't the only one seduced. My position gave me a good view, and there was enough light to get a look at the audience, who all seemed to be under 40. Hands smoothed back hair - lots of hair. Ties were straightened, nudges exchanged. I felt a growl building up somewhere in my chest.

When the lights came up for questions, eager hands shot into the air. Bastards. Trying to impress her with their intelligence and their interest in her speech. Like there wasn't only one question they wanted to ask.

Scully answered the asinine questions patiently while I stood there feeling my pulse go up. When someone near me asked a question, I deliberately shifted, bringing her attention to me. Her eyes widened, but she continued, until at last, it was time to break for supper.

She was immediately engulfed by a crowd at the podium, but Scully being Scully and knowing the proprieties, wiggled through her throng of admirers and came to speak to me. Was I right or just wistful that she looked relieved to escape?

"This is a surprise, Sir."

I raised an eyebrow in mock surprise myself. "I didn't mention I was coming?" I asked, hoping to really be coming in the foreseeable future.

She almost smiled. "I don't think so, Sir, but I could have been all caught up in my invitation to speak and maybe I didn't register that you said it."

A group of her admirers from the audience was heading our way, and I nodded in their direction.

"Here comes your fan club," I warned.

She turned briefly to look, and sighed.

"Just what I need. I think I'm out of here!"

"Good idea, Agent, let's go!" And so saying, I grabbed her arm and steered her toward the exit. She almost resisted the touch, but the desire to get away from the barrage of inane questions was impetus, and she followed along.

Once we were safely in the elevator, with two other people, I deliberately crowded her. I stood just behind her and slightly off-center. I could just about feel her hip touching me. I had used just the right amount of cologne, and I knew the heat coming from my body would be enough to make her notice it.

I had been hoping to buy pheremones, but the power of suggestion would have to do.

Our rooms were on the same floor (my doing), and as we exited the elevator, I made an exasperated sound.

"Sir?" she asked.

"I don't even know why I came up here," I replied. "I had intended to go have a late dinner."

She gave an embarrassed laugh. "I haven't eaten either. I was concentrating too hard on getting out of there to think about anything else."

I was opening my mouth to invite her to dinner, preliminary to inviting her to partake of other activities, when Scully added, "You go ahead, Sir. I think I'm just going to order room service and catch a movie. I'm a little tired."

Well, shit. I had been brushed off. Could she suspect my plans and be doing this to tactfully forestall me? Despite my bold thoughts, I wasn't prepared to launch an unwelcome attack. "Fine, Agent Scully," I said curtly and began to walk away from her toward my own room.

"Ah, Sir?"

I turned back. Her hand was fiddling with the doorknob of her room, the small fingers on the hard protrubrance making me sweat.

"What is it, Scully?"

"Have you, um, seen 'The Mummy'?"

Trying to sound cool while inwardly doing a jig was tricky, but I managed, "No, I don't believe I have, Scully."

She gave me the first genuine smile I've seen from her in seven years. "Would you like to?"

I arrived at her room half an hour later, along with room service, as per arrangement. I had changed out of the suit into my usual casual attire of polo and slacks. I also took the opportunity to refresh my cologne.

Scully had changed too, into jeans and a gray sweater that showed a pale V of skin at the neck before buttoning down the front.

She looked good enough to eat, but I figured I had to concentrate on the actual food first.

The movie was on the pay-per-view the hotel offered, and it was just about to start, so we settled ourselves on opposite sides of the small table. I have no idea what I was even eating, couldn't remember now, I was so distracted by the woman across from me. She knew it, too, glancing at me from time to time, one hand occasionally toying with the top button of her sweater - a sweater that was going to get ripped off in the very near future if it's owner didn't watch herself.

The movie was pretty good, lots of action, and about halfway through, the heroine decided to kiss the hero, but she was too drunk and she passed out. Scully laughed about that.

"If I was about to kiss my hero," she said, "I would sure as hell make certain I stayed conscious for it!"

She was looking at me oddly, and I wondered if she was thinking of the elevator, when I had helped her that time Mulder was missing. I was a hero then, right?

"So," I started, consolidating the mess of the remains of my dinner, surreptiously watching her as I did it. "This guy in the movie, he's pretty good-looking, for a hero? I guess he's one of those heart throbs we all read about! Is that why you picked this particular movie?"

She sighed. 'Actually," she replied, getting up from her seat and all but stopping my heart by coming around to my side of the table, "I prefer them a bit more mature and commanding."

She stood behind me and put her hands on the sides of my face and I couldn't breathe. They moved then, down to my shoulders and down along my arms, the movements bringing Scully's front in direct, cock-hardening contact with my back. I could feel her warm breath in my ear.

"Do you really care how the movie turns out?" she whispered.

"I'll rent it when I get home!" I told her, reaching up to grab her arms and pull her around to face me.

She laughed and dropped into my lap, straddling my legs. I slid my hands under her bottom and pulled her as tightly into me as I could without breaking her knees on the chair. Her arms went around my neck, and I finally gave and took the kiss I had been waiting for. It was worth the wait. She was no passive lover. Scully's warm, sweet lips were insistant against mine, and her teeth scraped at my tongue when I thrust it deep into her mouth. Her lower body began an undulation that drove all remnants of sanity out of my head.

Fun as this was, the chair was presenting a problem in logistics that I didn't want to deal with at the moment. Keeping a firm grip on my squirming burden, I carefully stood up. Scully wrapped her legs around my waist and held on securely as I took the few steps to the bed. She showed no inclination to let go, so I lowered us both to the mattress.

She pulled back long enough to remove my glasses. "I was so afraid...you wouldn't want this," she said then attacked my mouth in an enthusiastic kiss of her own.

When we came up for air, I responded, "Why do you think I arranged for you to come on this trip?" before burying my face in her neck.

She made a sound between a giggle and a groan. "When I saw you were going to be here, I decided to find out once and for all what would happen."

"Great minds," I growled against her throat, and tired of talking, reached for those damned sweater buttons.

She brushed my hand away and sat up, opening the buttons herself, one at a time, and very slowly, I might add. My hungry eyes followed her small hands, as more and more of Agent Scully was revealed to me.

Well, I had lost control of this situation, if I ever had it to begin with. Scully finished with the buttons and pulled the sweater off, tossing it to the bottom of the bed. She pulled herself on top of me, and my hands began to automatically reach behind her to undo the black see-through bra she was wearing.

"Like that?" she asked. "I wore it just for you!"

I never answered her, just got the thing open and flung it away to somewhere. I pulled her toward me, and put a rosy, delicate nipple in my mouth, sucking gently. She gasped and ground herself into my groin, groaning again at the feel of the hard cock. She scrambled down further and kissed me again.

"Too many clothes!" she said, tearing at my shirt buttons and my belt. I agreed with her, and we got the clothes out of the way quickly. She then resumed her position on top of me, moistness on my cock, nipple back in my mouth.

No, this wasn't right. I had no objection to her being on top in the future, but not now. I flipped her over suddenly, before she knew what was happening.

We were kissing like starving lovers now, and she was murmuring into my mouth. "Crush me," she pleaded quietly. "Let me feel you on me, fuck me!"

I needed no more urging. I was about to go crazy just then. Being on top of her, feeling all that smooth, hot skin, was enough to make me lose all sense of reality. I shifted up until my cock was pressed against her opening, then caught her hands in mine, holding them on the bed beside her head. I pushed my hips forward and entered Scully just as I had dreamed so many times.

It would have been nice to take it slow and enjoy this new sensation for awhile, but there was no choice at this point. I was starved for completion: so was Scully if the way she kneaded my fingers and wriggled her hips was any indication. I thrust into her fast and hard, and she matched me stroke for stroke.

Her movements suddenly became more frantic. "Harder. Harder, oh, God please!"

Obligingly, I let go of her hands, levered myself up, and slammed into her as hard as I could. Scully gave a wail that almost made me afraid I'd hurt her before I felt her body clamp down on my cock. That was enough for me, and I released into her, shuddering and gasping as if I'd run a marathon. All my muscles were trembling as I eased off her and to the side, letting the air conditioning cool our hot flesh.

It took a few minutes, but our breathing finally reached something approaching normal. I had to ask the question that was in the back of my mind.

"You did know I was going to be here? It wasn't a surprise?"

She laughed softly, and turned to lean against me, running her fingers softly across my nipples, grazing my chest with light kisses.

"Sir," she replied reproachfully, "I am an F.B.I. agent!"

I reached over to pull her back on top of me, cock already hardening again. "True, Agent Scully, and a very good one. I always look forward to your...reports."

She lowered her head and kissed me rather thoroughly. "Were you going to debrief me some more?"

I patted her bare backside. "As often as you like."