"Hey, Scully, could you come over here a minute, there's something I want to show you."

Scully peers up from the paperwork she's been trying to concentrate on and sees Mulder in the back corner of their office. She can only see his back half, and her gaze can't help lingering on the curve of his ass.

"What is it, Mulder?"

He doesn't look at her as she approaches. When she peeks around the corner to see what's gathered his interest, he grabs her arm. He pulls her close, the duplicitous file he was looking at dropping to the floor.

"Mulder! Not in the office…" she admonishes halfheartedly. He pouts, but doesn't let her go, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. She tries to suppress a smile by biting her bottom lip but can't help but relax in his grip, remembering what he did with that mouth just this morning.

Mulder grins at her. Bending his head down, his nose nuzzles the sensitive patch of skin just below her ear.

"Someone could walk in," she protests feebly, letting him corner her against the wall.

He nips at her earlobe, murmurs into her ear. "Mmmm… let them."

"What if we're being watched?"

"Then we're already fucked," he says, pulling his head back and waggling his eyebrows at her.

"This is wrong." But she's smiling widely now, her hands reaching under his jacket to feather his rib cage with the tips of her fingers.

"C'mere, Scully."

He leans over, mouth so close she can smell the saltiness on his breath. Pausing, he waits for her. Leaning upwards on her toes, she makes contact. Her lips brush delicately over his, back and forth, a teasing whisper. As her tongue dips out and tastes his bottom lip, she slides her hand around and grasps the back of his shirt, pulling him in.

Mulder descends upon her, his mouth crashing against hers. While he caresses her cheek, tracing circles with his thumb, his other hand sweeps down the front of her suit jacket. His touch is electric, despite the layers of clothing between them. He crushing her to him, his hand moving to tangle in her hair, opening her up. Hot flames of desire lick up within her as his knee presses up against her center, and she's transported back to her bedroom, images of their naked flesh sliding against one another.

His lanky frame surrounds her, his mouth devours her. She moans softly into his mouth, resolve abandoned in her haze of lust.

The shrill ringing of the phone brings her back to herself.

Mulder's mouth releases hers with a gasp, his hands dropping to his sides as she pushes him away. She combs her hands through her tousled hair and saunters over to the desk. Before answering, she looks back at Mulder and their eyes connect. Despite his initiation of this little encounter, he's standing there with eyes wide and disoriented. His mouth is agape, swollen and glistening. She steadies her breath and waggles a finger at him, smiling coyly.

Naughty, she mouths.

She smooths her skirt, clears her throat, and picks up the phone. "X-Files, this is Special Agent Dana Scully."