TITLE: Distracted

 

AUTHOR: Annette Gisby

 

EMAIL: annette.gisby@which.net

 

SUMMARY: Mulder livens up a boring meeting.

 

RATING: NC-17

 

KEYWORDS: MSR

 

DISTRACTED

 

"Agent Scully, are you listening to me?"

 

Scully's head snapped round, her cheeks flaming. Trust Kersh to make

 

her feel like she was in kindergarten. And it wasn't even her fault

 

that she was distracted, but she would get the blame anyway.

 

"Sorry, sir. It won't happen again."

 

"See that it doesn't."

 

The reason for her distraction was seated next to her at the

 

conference table and right this moment she wished he was a million

 

miles away. As Kersh turned back to his projection screen, Scully

 

risked a quick glance in Mulder's direction and glared at him. His

 

small knowing smile just infuriated her all the more.

 

At first she hadn't even realised that anything was amiss, when she

 

had felt something tickle her leg, she thought it was an insect and

 

lowered her hand under the table to bat it away. Her hand didn't

 

encounter an insect, but bare flesh, Mulder's hand dancing lightly

 

on her stockinged thigh. She froze, her hand hovering inches from

 

his. What the hell did he think he was playing at?

 

Sweat broke out and she could feel it trickling down her back. She

 

shifted in her seat but that only made Mulder's hand press even

 

more firmly against her thigh. He'd effectively trapped her in the

 

chair and there wasn't a damn thing she could do about it because of

 

Kersh.

 

Mulder's right hand, the one that wasn't holding her leg hostage

 

under the table, was busy scribbling notes on a pad, as if he was

 

genuinely interested in what Kersh had to say, but she knew better.

 

Mulder was bored and he was easily distracted when he was bored.

 

Scully had lost the thread of Kersh's speech somewhere around the

 

time she first realised that Mulder's hand was on her leg, but

 

she guessed it was more of the usual rant about their lack of

 

closure on their investigations, that's all he seemed to say to

 

them these days.

 

Little shivers of pleasure danced up and down her spine as Mulder

 

reached the edge of her stocking top and his hand caressed the

 

bare skin of her thigh. She gasped out loud at the sensation,

 

earning her an angry frown from Kersh and she coughed to cover up

 

her discomfort. Damn Mulder for doing this to her!

 

Oh no! He couldn't. He wouldn't. He wouldn't dare! But he did.

 

The touch was tentative at first, but as soon as he touched her

 

through the silk of her underwear, she knew she was lost. His

 

fingers found the little bundle of nerves that gave her so much

 

pleasure and pressed. Hard. She bit down on her bottom lip to

 

stop herself from moaning in pleasure. She could feel her panties

 

getting moist from her arousal, and as if that had been a signal

 

he'd been waiting for, Mulder slipped two fingers under the elastic

 

of her underwear and inside her.

 

Flesh against flesh, heat against heat as she felt him explore

 

every inch of her that the constraints of the situation would

 

allow. She so wanted to cry out at the sensations engulfing her,

 

but she didn't dare.

 

She could feel the waves building, her legs quivering with anticipation

 

and she gripped the desk with both hands, wanting so much to touch

 

Mulder but unable to. She rocked gently on Mulder's hand, helping

 

him find the rhythm that she needed as little pulses of pleasure

 

shot through her whole body. The pressure of Mulder's fingers

 

increased, as though he knew how close she was. Her orgasm came

 

upon her suddenly, leaving her breathless and her legs like rubber.

 

She shuddered as the aftershocks settled and let out a barely audible

 

sigh.

 

Mulder gently removed his hand, leaving her feeling strangely bereft.

 

He glanced at Kersh, to make sure that he wasn't looking, before

 

taking his finger in his mouth and sucking and licking, closing his

 

eyes as he tasted her. Scully felt the arousal build once more at the

 

sight, but she hastily clamped a lid on those feelings. It was

 

going nowhere.

 

"Thank you, agents," said Kersh. "I must say you've been most

 

co-operative today. Nothing to add Agent Mulder?"

 

"No, sir," replied Mulder.

 

"Well, good night, then. I'll expect that report on my desk on

 

Monday." Kersh got ready to leave.

 

"Yes, sir," replied Scully and Mulder together. Scully hoped Mulder

 

had at least paid attention to whatever it was they were supposed

 

to write the report on. She had no idea. As soon as she tried to

 

get up, she had to sit down again, feeling dizzy.

 

"Mulder!" Scully rounded on him as soon as Kersh had left.

 

"What?" he asked innocently and Scully smiled, a very wicked thought

 

entering her head. There was a saying she'd heard once, "Revenge

 

is a dish best served cold."

 

"Oh, nothing, Mulder," she smiled again and was pleased to see

 

him look very worried. He should be worried.

 

She wondered how she was going to return the favour.

 

END