Disclaimer: Chris Carter and the gang have redeemed themselves with the new season, I am happy to say that these two are in the possession of Ten Thirteen. But don't we all like getting off on "borrowing" them for a while? :-)

Rating: This chapter is strong PG-13, weak R. Will be NC-17 later.

Spoilers: Post-all things.

Author's Notes: Back to writing Mulder POV. Flows so much easier!

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It's Thursday and we're playing hooky from work after lunch. There was nothing going on and I couldn't help kissing her after lunch. Now here we are. It's been 6 days since I've been inside her. 6 days. It had been a week before that, that we had our first time. I moan into her mouth now, thinking of the first time she kissed me. Scully, slow and steady. While my heart was racing, having seen the change in her eye, in the way she looked at me. Now I run my hand up her smooth thigh, up under the skirt bunched up at her hips, tugging at her panties. We've been making out on her couch, and I want to touch her. She lifts her hips beneath me.

My phone rings in my pocket. We both groan at the sound, but I don't stop. She lowers her hips, not letting me to pull off her panties. "Ahh, come on, Scully." I whine.

"It could be important."

I kiss her once more. "There could be nothing more important, right now, than you…Panting your hot breath in my ear as I screw your brains out." I smile when my phone quits ringing, kissing my way down her neck, my hand pushing up past her skirt to cup her breast through her shirt, settling on that since she won't raise her hips.

"Mmm, Mulder. Answer it," she says when my phone starts to ring again.

"Shit!" I mumble against her neck while reaching in my pocket and pulling out my phone. "Yeah?!" I snap into the phone.

"Agent Mulder, where are you? My secretary says you are not in your office and I need to see you and Agent Scully in mine, ASAP." Skinner.

I sink against her, shaking my head. "Sir-"

"Get here as soon as you can, Mulder." He hangs up.

"Skinner? What does he want?" she asks.

"For us to hurry…" I move my hands to her panties again, desperately wanting to tear them off of her.

"Mulder-" she says as her phone starts to ring.

"No, no, no. Damn it." I slump over her, mumbling against her neck, laying light kisses between her ear and collar bone. "Give me 10 minutes, Scully, please?"

"Later, Mulder." She is pushing up on my shoulders, rolling out from underneath me. She reaches down and picks up her suit jacket off of the floor. She digs her phone out of the pocket and answers the call. I'm pouting on the other end of the couch.

"Scully…yes sir…yes sir." She begins straightening out her clothes and hair as she talks. "Ok, I will be there soon." She hangs up. "Let's go, Mulder."

"Wait, just 5 minutes?" I grab her hand. "4?" I'm desperate.

She gives me half a smile, "One good thing about you, Mulder, is you need more time than that."

She's standing up but I'm pulling on her hand, trying to pull her back down. "Not this time, please? I'll make it worth your while…"

She actually giggles. Scully just giggled. "Later, Mulder. Let's go." She pries her hand from mine, puts on her jacket and walks to the bathroom, still straightening her hair on the way. I sulk on her couch while she gets ready, and soon we are out the door.

xxxxx

A few hours later, I'm giving her a ride back home. We had ridden in to the office together. We are scheduled on a 9 AM flight. That means we have to be there by 7. Scully likes to be there early, even though I always tell her that it is pointless to be there so early. But, that is my Scully. And since we drive one car to cut cost on parking, I had to be there early too.

When I park in front of her building, I take her hand and kiss it. "Please, let me come inside?" I wiggle my eyebrows at the double meaning.

After our first time, she had drawn her line in the sand. Absolutely no physical contact at work. Positively no getting busy on assignment. I thought I could maybe get away with it tonight, but slouch my shoulders and groan as she begins her argument against it, taking her hand from mine. "We have an early morning, Mulder. We need to prepare for this assignment. Go home and get ready."

"You're kidding me, Scully. Come on."

She smirks, "Sorry, no."

"You do realize this is going to make this a very difficult case for me?" I'm squinting at her, waiting for her to say 'had you big time.'

She only smirks once more and gets out of the car, turning around and ducking to look back inside with her hand on the door. "Pick me up at 6:15." She closes the door and walks into her building. God damn it.

xxxxx

I've been sitting in this stupid chair for over 3 hours. Scully had to be here at a stupid early hour, and now, our stupid flight is delayed. Scully is sitting next to me with her legs crossed toward me, wearing that shirt I told her I like, even wearing a skirt. Evil. She is reading the stupid case file. Two sets of killings, three victims each time. Not even an X-File, but it was high profile. The victims' eyes were removed and Skinner wanted us on it. I'm continuously hitting my finger and thumb, back and forth on the stupid little armrest, staring at her leg. My drumming fingers get louder when I look at her skirt, at her thigh under her skirt…"Stop it, Mulder."

"Scully," I lean in and whisper into her hair. "Let's go to the bathroom."

She laughs softly and moves away from my ear, turning the page to continue reading a police report. "Mulder…go for a walk or something."

I lean back and mumble, "A walk isn't going to help and you know it. You're killing me."

"Sorry…here." She hands me another case file. "Figure this out. The sooner we solve it. The sooner we'll be home."