X-Files= Not mine

Hello all, this story had an amusing inspiration... Anyways, I really love reviews. They are like morsels of food for writers. Otherwise they die and can't write anymore. :(

Scully was sitting, her shoeless, stockinged feet propped on her desk, reading. She knew it wasn't the wisest thing to do. But after having cleaned the office, twice, and with Mulder coming in and out all day, running errands, and working on a profile for VCU, she figured she could use a little break while she "held down the fort". She was getting rather absorbed in the text. When Dana Scully wasn't pouring through medical journals, case files, and typing up autopsy reports, she resorted to the mindless reading of smut. Again, probably not the wisest thing to be doing at the office, but she was really bored.

She was nearly a third of the way through the novel and began to shift in her seat.

His hot, strong body held her to him. They knew it was wrong, something they shouldn't be engaged in... What if they got caught? What if her husband walked in and caught them?... She didn't care. She had to have him!... Her husband never loved her... but Darius did. He was bold, passionate, and desperate to have her...

She couldn't tear her eyes from the book, she simply reached back and grabbed her bottle of water and took a sip. Her lips parched and her breathing becoming rapid.

His mouth consumed her. His lips burning a fire in her body as her need grew and her body reacted; her wetness seeping through her cotton panties. He lay her down on a heap of hay in the middle of the barn. The sounds of the animals made her feel wilder and free. She felt his hat hands carefully divest her, his mouth never leaving her. She moaned at his touch...

Unconsciously, Scully herself moaned, imagining what Kaitlynn had been feeling. The touch of that powerful male...

"Hey, Scully?" Mulder came around the corner into the office calling her, and she jumped out of her skin, her novel sailing through the air and hitting the wall behind her. She stumbled out of the chair to retrieve it and tucked it quickly behind her back. Mulder stared at her, with mild shock, until he realized her condition. Her face has flush, she was panting, wide-eyed, and hiding something. A grin spread across his face... "Whatcha been doin', Scully?"

"Nothing," she said all too quickly, her chest heaving as she tried to regain her composure. She quickly slipped the book inside her bag, hoping to dear God that he couldn't read the title that fast.

"Nothing?" he prodded, getting closer to her. Investigating the situation. "Then why does it look like you ran a marathon? As far as I can tell, you were reading..."

She met his gaze. Held fast and nodded. "Yeah, I was reading... You just scared me... Wasn't expecting you."

He eyed her bag and noticed how she shifted uncomfortably on her feet. He smirked and walked over to his desk. He sat down quietly and fished a random file out and began reading, his feet propped up on his own desk.

Scully watched him curiously. It wasn't like Mulder to just drop something... She knows she wouldn't have. Without losing sight of him, she slipped on her heels and approached his desk... "Mulder?"

He dramatically threw the file up in the air and started to pant, "Oh! Dear, God, Scully! I had no idea you were there!" He began to laugh as she glared at him. "See, here I was innocently reading a file and you..."

"I get it, Mulder... Very funny." She felt her cheeks fused red again and turned her back on him.

"Aww, come on, Scully," he said. He stood up and walked to her placing his hands on her shoulders. "I was just trying to prove a point..."

"So, how did the profile go for VCU?"

He sighed his defeat, and dropped his arms, at her very obvious change of subject. "Fine, actually. I mean, you know, considering I was profiling a pedophile madman..."

"Yeah, I know that's hard on you... But I hope that helps them catch him..." she said this as she rearranged the paperwork on her desk. Reorganizing, that which was already organized, and peering over her shoulder to see what he was up to. He had his arms crossed to his chest and was leaning against his desk.

He gave her a small smile and she hesitantly returned it. "I'm sorry, Scully. I didn't mean to..."

"It's ok, Mulder. No big deal..." she checked her watch and decided she better escape and go home. "I'm going to skip out a few minutes early..."

"Oh, hey, hey!" He grabbed his coat and walked next to her. "I'll walk with you," as he said this he placed his hand on the small of her back, escorting her out. He locked up quickly and she continued to walk towards the elevators. "Hey, come on, Scully! Wait up!" he ran to catch up and tripped over his feet, his hand snatching the strap of her bag as he fell.

"Shit!" she cursed, all the contents of her purse spilling to the floor. As she bent to pick up her belongings, she glanced at Mulder. He dusted himself off and apologized, bending down to help her. The both reached for the book and the same time, and she managed to tuck it quickly into her bag. Unfortunately for her, not before he got a look at the title...

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