TITLE: OfficePlay AUTHOR: Avalon EMAIL: avalon@fuse.net RATING: NC-17 SPOILERS: Nothing in particular CATEGORY: SMSR, absolute smut. If you are underage, please look elsewhere. KEYWORDS: Smut, plain and simple. DISCLAIMER: Not mine, yadda yadda yadda. Chris, this is what they should be doing, imho. FEEDBACK: Love it, but be kind...this is my first smut attempt. I hope it's not too silly. ARCHIVES: Gossamer, Spooky's, Ephemeral...anywhere, really, but if you aren't one of those, please let me know so I can come visit. SUMMARY: Plot? Is there plot in smut? Well, OK... Scully receives an anonymous email that heats up the office for her and Mulder. WEBSITE: www.creativewriting.cc/avalon/ AUTHOR'S NOTES: This was written in response to the current Smut Challenge on the I Want to Believe fanfic list. This is for all of you Believers...you have made a Believer out of me. OfficePlay (1/2) Dana Scully was bored stiff. She sat at her partner's desk in their dark little basement office, a pile of file folders balanced precariously at her elbow. Mulder was in another part of the building, consulting on a Violent Crimes homicide investigation. And, as usual, she was stuck behind her laptop, doing paperwork. She tossed a finished expense report onto the growing stack on the floor with a sigh, removing her glasses and rubbing the side of her nose. The clock above the door read 10:17; she still had over half a day to kill, and the time was creeping by at an unbearable pace. She needed a break, so she absently clicked on the Internet icon on her laptop and rose to fill up her coffee cup while she waited for the line to connect. When she returned to the desk, the screen glowed brightly with the MSNBC homepage, and her mail icon dinged impatiently in the bottom corner of the monitor. She moved the cursor down and clicked on the mailbox, sipping her coffee as the mail started to load onto the screen. She glanced briefly down the stripes of names; all work emails, all boring. The last one, though, came from an address she didn't recognize. She opened it, hoping it wasn't another virus that would decimate everything on her hard drive. It wasn't a virus, but it wasn't anything Scully recognized, either. It was a simple website address: www.officeplay.com. There was nothing else included in the email: no description, no advertisements, nothing. Scully smiled a little, her curiosity getting the better of her. Office play. It sounded fun, and it had to be better than sitting there, typing up one more report. Maybe it was a merchant site; she was itching to spend a little money, and perhaps she would find another goofy little something to add to Mulder's growing collection of kitschy office junk. Their relationship had been steaming up lately; it was exciting and scary, all at the same time, but she was certainly looking forward to more physical encounters with her partner. She clicked on the address, eyeing the screen as the web page started to load. The telephone next to her rang then, and she turned to pick it up. "Scully." "How're those reports going, Scully?" She smiled to hear Mulder's voice, warm and thick like sweet honey on a biscuit. God, she loved his voice. It sent a little shiver through her, one that she enjoyed more than she cared to admit. "Oh, I'm having the time of my life. You?" She shifted a little in the chair and raised her eyes to the computer screen in front of her. She nearly dropped the phone. "Well, I should be wrapping things up here by about one o'clock. It's going a lot better than I had anticipated. I wanted to see if you were interested in a late lunch." There was a pause, and then he spoke again. "Scully? You there?" "Y-yeah. Yeah, Mulder." "What's wrong? You sound funny." She felt her eyelids flutter. "Funny?" she squeaked out. She adjusted her tone by clearing her throat. "I'm fine, Mulder." He chuckled, and that shudder went through her again. "Lunch, Scully? Can you wait that long?" She was scrolling slowly down the page in front of her, her eyes wide. "Yeah, I can wait. Can you?" She wasn't exactly sure why she said that, but she had a pretty good idea that it had something to do with the pictures on the screen. He hesitated before answering. "Yeah," he said slowly. "Do you want to meet me up here, say, 1:30?" "No," she replied, and there was a distinct note of decision in her voice. "Come down to the office. I'll wait for you here." "Alright. I'll see you then." He hung up, but Scully could sense a hint of confusion from his end of the line. She dropped the receiver back onto the cradle and narrowed her eyes, wetting her lips with her tongue as she blinked at the computer screen. She knew he wouldn't be confused once he walked in the office door. ***** Fox Mulder was surprised to find the door to their office shut when he arrived from Violent Crimes at 1:30 in the afternoon. He knew Scully was expecting him, and he also knew from past experience that she would be more than ready for lunch by now. She tended to get grouchy in the afternoon if she had to wait too long to eat, and he had been careful to make sure that he didn't keep her waiting any longer than he had promised on the telephone. He stood there momentarily, his eyes resting on the nameplates on the door, with "Special Agent Dana Scully" staring back at him. He smiled, glad that he had finally ordered one for her. It was about time that she shared credit for the work that they did together...and it secretly gave him a little thrill to see their two names together like that. It was almost as if the nameplates gave their partnership an authority and a permanence that he had been afraid to acknowledge for a long time. He wasn't afraid of it anymore, especially since he and Scully had moved their relationship onto a more personal and physical level. On a weird, alpha male plane, those two names together asserted some sort of territorialism that he wanted every other man within a fifty mile radius to know: Scully was his, damnit, so back off. Mulder put his hand on the doorknob and turned, wondering if perhaps she were in the middle of an interview with someone who had sought them out, or maybe on a personal phone call with her mother or one of her brothers. He pushed the door open slowly and poked his head in the crack, glancing at the desk. The chair behind it was empty. "Scully?" he called, opening the door wider and stepping inside. Her voice answered him from the shadowy recesses of the office, the place where they kept all the audiovisual materials and equipment. "Close the door, Mulder." He did, throwing a look over his shoulder. It was unusually dark back there; Scully had turned off all the lights. "What're you working on back there, Scully?" He was genuinely interested, thinking that someone must have tossed them a juicy tip on some bizarre incident or another. It had been awhile since anything exciting had crossed his desk, and he was eager to get back to work on something other than profiling cases. "Sit down in front of the desk and I'll show you." Her words drifted in to him, achingly slow, languid, like melted chocolate poured from a pan, and he was suddenly struck by the realization that he had heard that tone from Scully before. In his bed. While they were making love. He liked to think of it as her screwing voice. That memory buckled his knees, and he sat down in the chair abruptly. "Um, Scully--?" "Don't talk, Mulder. And don't peek. It's a surprise." Dark chocolate, his mind muttered, his favorite kind of candy. He closed his eyes and swallowed. He could hear her light footsteps behind him as she crossed the floor, and he knew she had locked the office door when he heard the deadbolt slide into place. A moment later, he felt her hands on his neck, cool and soft, tracing around the outline of his collar and loosening his tie. He started to open his eyes, but he felt the palm of her hand against his eyelashes. "I said no peeking, Mulder," she growled into his ear, and she ran her tongue around the shell of it, pulling at his earlobe with her lips. "Not yet, anyway." "Scully..." His voice trailed off as she placed a damp kiss under his ear on his neck, sending a shiver down his back. "I thought we were going to lunch...or did you drink yours?" She chuckled low in her throat and tugged at the lapels of his suit coat. "I am perfectly sober, partner." She brushed her lips across his, and he could feel her grin under his mouth. "And I told you to be quiet. Now be a good boy and cooperate." He let her free him from his jacket, and he shuddered again as she unbuttoned his dress shirt and pushed it away from his chest. Her mouth dropped onto his nipple, sucking him into an exquisite pinpoint, and he clutched the armrests of the chair. He knew Scully was in front of him, between his knees, and he released his grip and fumbled for her. She grabbed both his hands with her own, lacing her fingers through his and pushing them back. She brought her mouth up to his, kissed him deeply, and murmured, "No touching. Not yet." A gasp of frustration escaped him. No touching? No looking? "Jesus, Scully," he rasped as her fingers trailed up his arms. "You're going to kill me!" He moaned as her hand cupped his balls through his pants. The material slid over his growing erection, tightening into a sharp jolt of anticipation. He heard that low rumble of laughter again as the softness of her cheek brushed against his chin. "You better not die just yet," she told him in that dreamy voice. "You'll miss the best part." She made short work of his shoes and socks, and he felt her unbuckle his belt and pull it through the loops on his trousers. She yanked the holster from his hip, and he heard her slide his weapon into one of the desk drawers. She slid her hands down his legs over his pants, creating a tingling trail, planting wet kisses all along his waistband as she did. She worked her mouth all the way up his body, finishing by teasing his lips and tongue with her own. Then he felt her move back, and he wondered what he must look like sitting there, his mouth agape, his chest heaving, and his pants centimeters away from ripping open at the crotch. Her voice jolted him back, decadent and sultry and low. "You can open your eyes now, Mulder." They fluttered momentarily, but they stayed open and wide when he saw his partner before him. Scully leaned on the desk in front of him, one hip higher than the other, dressed in nothing but a matching black bra and panties and her three inch black heels. The smile on her face was unlike any Mulder had every seen on her before. There was only word that hurtled through his mind to describe it. Lascivious. God, what a fantastic word. He never thought he'd use it to describe Scully. He took a deep breath. "Christ, Scully--" She shook her head and leaned forward, putting one finger to his lips. His eyes dropped to the creamy slopes of her breasts, just barely captured in the silk of her bra. "No, Mulder," she rasped. "I don't want you to talk. I don't want you to touch. I just want you to watch." She sat back, hiking one leg up onto the desk as she did. He blinked, his gaze moving to the crotch of her panties as it stretched over her sex. He could see that the material was already damp, and his penis jumped against the zipper of his pants. Fuck, she was already wet...and he wasn't allowed to touch her. She reached over to him again, sliding her index finger over his lips. That smile was driving him crazy, and he expelled another breath against her hand. "You like to watch, don't you, Mulder?" The note of teasing, her juices pooling in her panties...he felt like he was going to explode. But he nodded instead, anxious to see what Scully would do. He couldn't believe they were in their office, both of them nearly naked, both of them aroused, with Scully leading him closer and closer to a mind-blowing orgasm. He ached to touch her, to claim her, to fuck her like she had never been fucked before, secretly hoping that every goddamn agent in the whole building would hear her scream when she came...but he nodded instead, letting her take the lead, eager and willing to follow her anywhere. Her finger parted his lips and moved into his mouth, and he flicked his tongue to lick it. Scully's grin widened, and she pulled her hand away. "You are anxious, aren't you?" She ran her palms lightly across the top of her chest, pausing on the clasp between her breasts. She looked Mulder in the eyes, her own wild and bright. "Wanna see?" He nodded again, remembering that she didn't want him to talk. He watched as she unsnapped the clasp, peeling the silk from her skin in a beautiful, slow striptease. Her breasts were almost luminescent in the light, her nipples a gorgeous shade of rose, hard and erect. She ran her fingers between them, cupping herself and squeezing their undersides gently. She dropped her chin and closed her eyes momentarily. "Oh," she mumbled. "That feels good." Mulder licked his lips, his erection straining. She saw him do this, and she put her fingers on his mouth again. He devoured them immediately, swirling his tongue around them as she smiled. "That's good," she told him, pulling them from his mouth and tracing the wetness over the pink buds of her chest. He watched as she rolled the nipples between her index fingers and thumbs, her head thrown back in delight. His hands dropped from the armrests to his thighs, his fingers grinding into the thin material there. God, he wanted to touch her! He wanted to feel the satin of her skin, the hardness of her arousal in his mouth as he sucked at her breast. He groaned, and Scully opened her eyes. "Do you like this?" she asked. He opened his mouth to answer, but he bit his lower lip instead when he saw the disapproving look Scully gave him. No talking...he could hardly think straight, but he somehow managed to bob his head in affirmation to her question. Oh, he liked it. He liked it quite well, thanks. She brought her feet up next to him on the chair, planting the soles of her heels firmly on the armrests where his hands had been. "Well, then you'll like this even better," Scully purred. She dropped her hands from teasing her breasts to the waistband of her panties. In one fluid motion, she lifted her hips and skimmed them from her body, somehow managing to loop them easily over her shoes. She was now completely naked except for her pumps, her legs splayed like a Playboy model on either side of him, the mound of her sex open and glistening not two feet from him. Mulder took a huge gulp of air, knowing his eyes must truly be bulging, not to mention the incredible pleasure and pain of the hard-on he was sporting. He could feel Scully's eyes locked on his face, and he breathed again, trying to smile. She smiled back at him, the gleam in her eye wicked and beautiful. "Am I being too bad, Mulder?" He shook his head, wetting his dry lips again, and she leaned forward, following his tongue with the index finger of her right hand. She ran it into his mouth again, and he lapped at it once more, frenetic from the contact of her skin. When she took it away, his eyes fluttered closed briefly, his chest heaving with his excitement. His lids snapped back open when she spoke. "Oh, Mulder, don't close your eyes now. You don't want to miss this." He watched her hands move down over her abdomen to the crown of her pubic hair. She pulled her fingers through it and found the tip of her moist clit. She traced her wet index finger over it lightly, jumping at the touch and rolling her head back on her shoulders. She stroked herself again and again, using the barest of pressures, shudders rippling through her body. Mulder could feel the chair quiver as she pushed her heels into the arms for support, and it was all he could do to keep from grabbing his cock and pumping along. The outside of his pants was starting to stain from his arousal, but he kept his hands on his thighs, still clutching at the material there. He could tell she was in her own little world now, her head thrown back, the shimmer of her titian hair obscuring her face as she rubbed her clit over and over. He was fascinated with her technique, his photographic memory clicking, making sure he knew how to reproduce this ecstasy for her when he would be given the chance sometime in the future. He could hear her breath speeding up, the little gutteral noises she was making growing more and more pronounced as she brought herself to the edge. He made a strangled sound of his own as her fingers left her clit and dipped into the folds of her sex, pushing up into herself, and Scully gasped in pleasure. She did this several times, going from her clit to her vagina in rapid succession, her moans making him grind unconsciously into the air. She pulled her slick fingers out of herself and tilted her chin down at him, finally opening her eyes. She reached her hand out to him in invitation, and he took the wet digits in his mouth again, sucking at them ferociously. The taste of her was exquisite, dark and bitter and sweet all at once, just like the chocolate he had been imagining when he came into the office. This was better, though. Nothing could really compare to the taste of Scully, and he longed to push his tongue into her, sampling her over and over as she came under his mouth. But she was pulling her hand free again, smoothing it along his cheek. Her face was flushed, and she brought her feet down from the arms of the chair. He heard the heels touch the floor, jolting him into the reality of where they were. The office. Their office. On his desk. Scully had just finger fucked herself on his desk. He felt dizzy and hot as she took his hands and pulled him to his feet. Her head was level with his chest, and she kissed one nipple again, her teeth grazing it into a ball. She looked up at him, meeting his glazed hazel eyes with her own wild blue ones, and she said the magic words he was aching to hear. "Now I want you to fuck me, Mulder. Any way you want to." ****** Dana Scully felt feral and unfettered, like an animal that had been penned up too long in its cage and was finally unleashed on an unsuspecting populace. Her rational, conservative mind had protested what she had been planning since the morning, screaming at her in shrill tones as she undressed in the shadows of the office, as she sat in Mulder's chair fantasizing, the lingering smell of leather and his after-shave driving her further and further into an urgent frenzy. Of course, the pictures on the computer screen helped. She couldn't quite fathom the idea that she was viewing dirty pictures at work and enjoying every minute of it...and seeing herself and her partner in every one of them as she looked. And of course, she did surprise Mulder. That was the best part of it all, the icing on the cake. She knew he would never have dared dream that responsible little Scully would strip for him at work and demand to be screwed, right there on his desk with the door closed and other agents just an elevator's ride away. Their sex so far together had been fantastic, and Mulder was a wonderful partner...but they had never been so daring before. She had never been so daring, not with any of her previous lovers. Hell, she had never fucked anyone outside of a bedroom, unless you counted those high school encounters with Marcus in the back seat of his car. The whole idea of what she was doing, what she was initiating, was unbearably delicious and sexy, and Scully was enjoying herself immensely. And it pleased her to see Mulder so surprised, so awestruck, and so undeniably turned on by her actions. She wanted to please him, knowing that she had always sought his approval in everything they had done together. But this was different. Her desire to delight him had nothing to do with her need for approval and everything to do with her love for him. She did love him; she wanted to show him just how much. She wanted to show him she would do anything for him, not just in the field, but in the intimacy of their lives as well. So now she stood with him, feeling his hardened cock grazing her thigh, and she pushed against it, telling her with his body as much as with her words: "Now I want you to fuck me, Mulder. Any way you want to." His hazel eyes grew a little darker at her words, and a slow grin spread across his face. He started to reach for the button on his pants, but Scully beat him to it, bending down and unhooking it with her teeth. She found the top of the zipper and bit it, yanking it down in one stroke and pushing his damp trousers down after it. The front of his boxers bulged, and she could feel his heat through the moist cotton. She grazed her mouth across his balls, running the tips of her fingers up into the legs of his shorts and squeezing his ass. He groaned again and startled her by grabbing her shoulders and pulling her up to her full height. "I thought it was my turn, Scully," he managed to say. "If you don't stop, you're going to make me shoot in my shorts like a high school kid." She grinned back at him. "Well, we don't want that, do we?" He shook his head. "No. Now sit up on the desk." She did, watching as he stepped quickly out of his remaining clothes. She admired his cock, deep red and bobbing below his abs, and she reached out to take it in her hands. He stopped her, clutching her wrists and pushing her back onto the smooth surface of the desk. He pinned them above her head with one of his big hands, bringing the other down to his shaft. He brushed the tip of his cock against her clit and she sighed, closing her eyes to the pleasure. The wetness between her legs surprised her; she couldn't remember ever being so excited. He moved the head of his penis over her again, rubbing her sensitive skin quicker and harder on every new pass. Her breathing sped up, and she could feel herself rushing toward her climax. She tried to speak. "Mul...Mulder! You...you're going to make me--" He stopped abruptly, leaving her tingling and hot, and her eyes snapped open. His face above hers was devilishly amused. She wiggled beneath him, her hands still trapped by his. "You are a terrible tease, Mulder," she panted. He widened his eyes. "I am? It takes one to know one, Scully." He dropped his lips to her throat, kissing the cool skin into a heated trail. "Besides, I don't want you to come yet. I'm not finished with you." He chuckled into her neck, and she nestled into it, enjoying the sensation. "What're you laughing at?" He brought his face back to hers. "I was just thinking as I walked in here that nothing exciting had come across my desk in a long time." He tweaked her nipple, and Scully gasped, a slow grin spreading across her face. "I think I was wrong about that." "Yeah, you were." She kissed him again, this time unhurried and sensuous, slowing them down, forcing them to feel the electricity between them. When their lips parted, she smiled again. "Now shut up, Mulder. You talk too much." He obliged her, beginning to kiss a path down her body, over her shoulders, between and around her breasts, occasionally rubbing the hardness of his sex between her legs, keeping her wet. She stroked his back, languishing in the way his muscles contracted under her hands, relishing the movement of him above her. Everything about him inflamed her: the dampness of his kisses, the slight roughness of his fingertips moving over her skin, the rush of his warm breath against her...Scully fell further and further away into him, into them, as he lavished attention on every inch of her body. The sensation of his fingers pressing against her clit jarred her into herself again, and she arched her hips into him. He teased her, brushing her lightly with his thumb, sending hot waves through her. She heard herself moaning softly in the back of her throat, and she threw her arms out at her sides, clutching the edges of the desk beneath her. They had already made a shambles of the desk, knocking files and office supplies off it into scattered remnants on the floor. She found herself wondering how they would ever get it all organized again, the thought shattering into a million exquisite pieces as Mulder brought his mouth down onto her mons. He prodded her entrance with his tongue, first plunging into her and then withdrawing to lap at her sensitive clit. She moved against him, urging him on, fighting to stay in control of the climax that threatened once again. She didn't want to come until he was inside her; she longed to feel the length of him driving into her, pushing her higher and higher into the upward spiral of ecstasy. She tried to tell him this, but nothing came out of her throat but a gurgle and a muffled attempt at his name. He raised his head, and she opened her eyes to see him watching her. She grabbed at his hair and yanked him up toward her face. He was panting just as hard as she was, and as he stood, she could see the crimson of his ready cock. She tried again to speak. "Mulder." It choked from her throat, sounding nothing like her normal voice. "I need you to fuck me. Now." In one fluid movement, he pulled her up to a sitting position and somehow spun her around. Scully felt herself flush, knowing her ass was poised in the air now above the desk, wondering just how trashy she looked pushed over it and splayed out before her partner, wearing nothing but a pair of black high heeled shoes. The thought brought with it a thrill of excitement; she had never thought of herself as much of a seductress, but obviously, she had managed to drive Mulder into a frenzy. She smiled and gripped the desk harder, readying herself for him. He tested her first with his fingers, making sure she was slick, and then he entered her from behind in one long thrust. They both gasped at the sensation, and Scully dropped her forehead onto the smooth surface below her, rocking back against him in an effort to raise herself even higher. Mulder draped himself over her, cupping her breasts in his hands and running his lips along her shoulder blade. He moved almost completely out of her and drove back in, setting the rhythm, long and deep and just the right pace to please her. His one hand skimmed down the front of her torso, and his fingers began working her clit again, propelling her forward again towards orgasm. He plunged into her over and over, and Scully could feel his hand beginning to shake. He was as close to climaxing as she, and she brought her right hand down on top of his, coaxing him to speed up the friction against her clit. The delicious tension in her body grew and grew, finally exploding in her as she cried out into her arm. Her muscles undulated around his cock, and she felt him bite into her shoulder as he came, emptying into her and collapsing there on top of her. They lay like that for a while, their breath evening out and falling into a matching rhythm. When Mulder finally moved above her, he withdrew and picked her up, sitting back in the chair in front of the desk with her on his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck and snuggled under his chin, inhaling the heady odor of leather, sweat, and sex. It was a wonderful smell, one that she associated only with Mulder. It was something she wanted to have around her for a long, long time. His voice still retained a bit of roughness when he spoke. "We'll have to spend our lunch hour that way more often, Scully." She smiled and lifted her face to his. He wore a sleepy grin, as if he had just awakened from a satisfying dream. "So you liked that?" He snorted. "You couldn't tell? You surprised the hell out of me, partner. Not that I'm complaining...but I have to ask. What got into you?" She cocked her head and looked around the office, finally spying her laptop where she had tucked it away on a shelf behind the desk. She extracted herself from his lap and retrieved it, opening the screen as she settled back into his embrace. She had disconnected from the Internet, but she brought the OfficePlay site back up from the computer's memory. The images started to load, and she laughed as she watched Mulder's face. He stammered. He never did that. "Sc-Scully. Where did you find this site?" She shrugged. "Someone emailed it to me anonymously. I went to it, thinking it was a place where you could order office junk, like your alien mug or your chattering teeth. I was a little surprised myself." Mulder tightened his arm around her and pushed the laptop screen shut. He nuzzled deeper into her hair, his words vibrating gently into her scalp. "Well, we don't need that anymore, do we?" Scully smiled again and set the laptop on the desk. "No, I don't think so. They were fun to look at, but not as much fun as the real thing." ***** Several floors above them, Kimberly slid back against the warm leather of the overstuffed office chair. She stroked the back of the Assistant Director's neck and smiled at him as he planted another languid kiss on her bare breast, teasing it between his teeth. Her eyes fell on the PC on his desk and the mailbox icon in the lower right corner of the screen. "Do you think Agent Scully received our email?" she asked, sliding her hands down Skinner's sculpted back. He moved his mouth to her other nipple and mumbled against her. "I suspect she did." He licked the tip of it and tilted his face up to hers. "Let's hope she has shared it with Agent Mulder, too." ***End*** MORE AUTHOR'S NOTES: Thanks for indulging in my first smutty attempt. I hope it was worthwhile. The nameplates on the door for Mulder and Scully are my own little fantasty, as is most of this story. Someday...well, like Mulder said in Per Manum last night, "Never give up on a miracle." Thanks to all the great smutty inspiration from my fellow I Want to Believers. Feedback is always answered: avalon@fuse.net. Hope to see you again soon! --