TITLE:  The Meeting
AUTHOR:  Lara Means
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CLASSIFICATION:  VR; MSR
RATING:  R for sexual situations
ARCHIVE:  NO to Gossamer, Spookys; I'll submit directly to both.  
YES to Ephemeral.  YES to mailing list auto-archives.  Anywhere 
else, please ASK.  I'll say yes; I just like to know where the 
kids are at the end of the day.
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DATE POSTED:  08/07/02

DISCLAIMER:  I don't own them.  Heck, I don't even own my name.  
It all belongs to 20th Century Fox.  No infringement intended.

SPOILERS:  none

SUMMARY:  Daydreaming.

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THE MEETING

written by Lara Means



I have absolutely no idea what Skinner's saying right now.

We've been sitting in this meeting for more than two hours.  I 
know it has something to do with the budget for the next fiscal 
year, but beyond that... I tuned him and everybody else out a 
long time ago.

All I'm aware of is my partner.

Sitting across the table from me.

Watching me.

Blatantly, unapologetically watching me.

I try not to notice.  Or at least, I *pretend* not to notice.  
But it's tough.  Whenever he catches my gaze, the flush starts.  
It creeps slowly over my chest, up my neck, until my cheeks are 
blazing.  It doesn't matter how quickly I break our eye contact, 
that flush of arousal goes on forever.

I think I've been successful in hiding it.  I lean over and let 
my hair fall forward, become engrossed in whatever report 
whoever's speaking has referred to.

Eventually the blush will subside.  I only wish my thoughts were 
as easy to control.

I can't stop thinking about him.

About this morning.  And last night.  And yesterday afternoon.

And every single time we've touched, kissed, made love.

I close my eyes, barely aware of Skinner's droning voice, and 
remember this morning.

We showered together, a rare indulgence on a work day.  We're 
always late when we do that.  But this morning, the temptation 
of his body behind the pebbled glass shower door was just too 
strong to resist.

His back was to me when I opened the door -- he started to turn, 
but I wouldn't let him.  I slipped my arms around him, pressed 
my naked flesh to his, felt him shiver at my touch...  I took 
the soap from him and lathered up my hands, then replaced it in 
the dish.  Then I skimmed my hands along his arms to his chest, 
my fingers swirling around his nipples, teasing them to tight 
little peaks, feeling mine harden as well.

At his throaty moan I moved south, to where he wanted me, to 
where I wanted to be -- all the while keeping my body tightly 
molded to his from behind.  I trailed my fingers through his 
wiry curls, then danced them along his hard length.  His hips 
surged forward reflexively as I gripped him, then he reached out 
to steady himself against the shower wall.  Breathing hard, he 
stilled his body and let me pump him, slowly at first.  His arms 
began to tremble as I went faster and faster, both of us knowing 
his release was near.  Finally, finally... he threw back his 
head and bellowed my name, evidence of his passion splashing the 
shower wall.

I slowed my movements, milking every last drop from him, my 
other arm around him in a gentle embrace.  After his breathing 
returned to normal, he turned in my arms and held me tight.  
Then he cupped my face in his hands and murmured, "Oh, Baby, 
what you do to me..."

"Agent Scully?  You have something to add?"

Skinner.

I blink, suddenly very aware of my surroundings -- but 
completely *un*aware of the last five minutes.  I glance across 
the desk at my partner, and his cat-who-ate-the-canary grin 
tells me I just might've made a noise -- quite possibly a 
whimper.  I try to affix my professional mask and look back at 
Skinner.

"No, Sir," I tell him, noticing the slight tremor in my voice.  
He stares at me for a moment, then gives his head a tiny shake 
and returns to whatever he was talking about before.

I shoot Mulder what I hope is a withering look, complete with 
Raised Eyebrow.  But I know it's hopeless.

I can't wait until this meeting is over.