TITLE: "Autopsy Fun aftermath" AUTHOR: Kirsten Kerkhof * CLASSIFICATION: MSR KEYWORDS: S R RATING: NC-17 SPOILERS: None SUMMARY: Time to pay the piper ... DISCLAIMER: Ah man, it's not fair! But CC would rather eat his shorts than let them have this much fun. In short: they're not mine and I'm not making any money off them. No infringment intended (I think) ARCHIVING: Sure. I'll do Gossamer myself, all others: you're welcome when you tell me where it's going, 'kay? FEEDBACK: Cherished, worshipped and rewarded at HOMEPAGE: http://www.cluich.net/x-files.htm XxXxX If someone is prepared to attempt wiping the grin off my face I wish him all the very best of luck – that just ain't gonna happen. Mind you, I have a good reason to smile, too. This whole adventure had been a bit of a gamble after all. Not that I doubt my partner's willingness for a decent round of steamy fun, but we are at work and she is a consummate professional if nothing else. Boy, did we throw that to the wind this afternoon. "Agent Mulder, can I speak to you for a moment?" Ah, my new supervisor, A.D. Heidelberg. He's a decent guy by all means and at least he leaves me alone. Most of the time that is. "What is it, sir?" I follow him into his office. "I missed you this afternoon. Care to explain the details of your whereabouts?" I hesitate for just a split-second, before I decide to tell him the truth. "I was at the laboratories, sir." "So you were." "My former partner, Agent Scully, has been performing autopsies on those bodies we had shipped over from Utah. I needed some data to further the progress of the profile of the Alexandria murders and I presumed it was best to go down myself and gather the information myself." He looks at me intently as if to verify the truth of my words. I don't budge. He has no reason to suspect me – well, actually he has of course, as he knows very well why I was placed under his supervision – but we have given him no reason to complain. And I know with dead certainty that he knows absolutely nothing about our little escapade down in the autopsy bay. I learned a trick or two from the Gunmen as far as security is concerned and that knowledge came in handy when I rerouted some wires before catching my gorgeous partner by surprise. Satisfied that I'm telling the truth – or dissatisfied because he can't prove I'm lying – he nods. "All right, just verifying. When can the new profile be expected, Agent Mulder?" "If all goes well I should have it ready first thing tomorrow morning, sir." "Thank you, Agent Mulder. That'll be all." "Thank you, sir," I say as I turn on my heels and leave the office. "Hey, Mulder, got fried by Heidelberg?" I hear behind me. It's Paul Menendez, the guy I share a second floor office with. He's grinning. "Not really," I reply. "He wanted to know where I'd been all afternoon." "Actually, where have you been? I was looking for you. Did you get the data on those Alexandria murders yet? I need them for the report." "No, but Agent Scully will send them up as soon as they're ready." The mentioning of my partner's name sends a big grin across Menendez's face. As it does with most men around the building really. "Ah, the delectable Agent Scully," he says and lets out a whistle. "Man, you're one lucky son of a bitch!" You have no idea, I think, but I can't keep the corners of my mouth from turning up. "Anyway, when do you think she'd have them ready?" Menendez continues. I look at my watch. "Shouldn't take her more than an hour or two, I guess." "Two hours?" "Yeah, she only just got started on those corpses," I answer. "She'll need a bit of time." He cuts me a look. "Actually, I think that's fucking quick. Is she always that fast?" "She can be faster, but she's thorough," I answer, feeling rather proud all of a sudden. Scully would probably have my balls for it, but I'm feeling damn possessive and proud of her now. Better keep that to myself for the moment. "I'd better head for the office then and finish the report then," Menendez says, pushing the button of the elevator. "Where are you going?" "Down. I need some stuff from the basement." He frowns. "You're not supposed to go there," he says carefully. "I know. Still need it, and I'm not going to ask permission first." "Suits me. It's your ass that's on the line, not mine." I grin, as we step into the elevator. "I'm used to that idea." XxXxX I take a few moments to breathe in the musty air of the basement office, before I close the door behind me, feeling old memories penetrate my body through all my pores. It's a fantastic feeling. I throw the file down on the desk, sending a little cloud of dust into the air and sit down in my old chair. And for a moment it's almost as if nothing has changed at all. It's like the old days, sitting behind this desk, my feet on top, reading the latest file I've dug up as I wait for Scully to come in and bring me back to planet Earth with a sensible word and the curve of a finely shaped eyebrow. I look round the office, taking a mental notice to get those old newspaper cuttings from the wall before they literally crumble to dust with old age. With a groan I get up from the chair and take the thumb tacks out, crumpling the cuttings up and tossing them in the dust bin. Well, almost. Then, from the corner of my eye, I spot a small box of slides, stacked away behind a pile of books on all kinds of subjects. I reach out and manage to get the box out without making the whole pile falling over. I blow the dust away from them and hold one up to the light to see what they're about. I frown. I can't remember ever having seen these before. I switch on another light and begin looking at the slides one by one. I'm intrigued. Who would've thought this office would hold another secret to me? I hear a knock on the door and I smile. "Nobody down here but the FBI's most unwanted!" I answer, taking out another slide to inspect. The door opens and I all but drop the box from my hands as I see Scully in the doorway. "Whoo, déjà vu," she smiles. "I don't know if I like this scene." I smile, putting the box down on the desk. "What do you mean? We didn't know it that day, but it's not something I look back upon with disgust." She smiles back. "Of course not, neither do I. Anyway, Menendez said you'd be down here. I got the results of the Alexandria murders." "That's quick," I say. "I told Menendez it would take you at least an hour or two." "Ah, well, you know me," she smiles. "I can be awfully quick when I choose to." And with those words she walks up to me. "Yes, I know," I reply in a low voice. Then a thought crosses my mind. "But why come down here to find me? Menendez is writing the report, you should give the results to him, not to me." "I already did," she whispers as she kisses me. "I never said I came down here to give you the autopsy data. I came down for something else ..." "Do I need to ask you what that would be or can I trust my instincts?" She deftly undoes the knot in my tie and tosses it into the chair. "Trust your instincts, handsome. They're the better guides." "Really?" I say softly, cupping her face in my hands. I lean in a kiss her deeply. "Yeah ..." she answers in a breathy voice. Wow ... "So, you came down here for ... what exactly?" "Can't you guess?" she grins and I shrug. "Yeah, well ... Just can't believe you're actually going along with it." "Believe it, gorgeous." She makes quick work of my shirt buttons and I start undoing the buttons of her blouse as well. "When you told me you wanted to fuck me senseless in the office, I nearly fainted." I smile. "I did notice the interesting effect my words had on you, yeah ..." She snickers. "Mulder, I nearly came all over myself, just from you saying those words. I couldn't stop thinking about them." "D'you think the office is still bugged?" She smiles. "It may well be, but I doubt whether they still check the tapes. They think the office is deserted and we dare not return." "They should know better by now, shouldn't they?" I grin, peeling her skirt away from her. She's wearing thigh-high stockings with lacy tops. Jesus ... I'm gonna faint myself just with the sight ... "Sooo," she says, drawing out the word into an incredibly sexy sound, "you said something about wanting to fuck me senseless in the office?" I grin, peeling her blouse away from her shoulders and unhooking her bra. "Oh yes, I did. Any particular position you're keen on trying first?" She smiles that smile that is guaranteed to knock the breath right out of me. "Take me any way you want, lover, I'm so hot I couldn't care less as long as you get the hell inside me ..." Jesus ... I know, I'm referring to Him quite a bit, but I'm so turned on I sorely need the divine assistance to grant me at least a smidgen of self-control before I ravish the gorgeous woman who loves me so fucking much in ways even an NC-17 rated story would be embarrassed to describe ... I quickly get the remainder of my clothes off as she leans against the desk, her eyes hot as fire, her lips constantly being licked by that perfect little pink tongue of hers, her face and neck and chest flushed in arousal and her smell ... oh man, her smell is just all around us here, driving away the dust and stale air. Then she does something unexpected: she takes my glasses from the desk and places them carefully on my face. I'm pretty sure my face betrays my amazement. "You're so damn sexy when you're wearing your glasses," she says in a smoky voice. I can't help my next comment. "I'm not sexy without them?" She chuckles, but it's the richest chuckle I've ever heard, one filled to the point of over-flowing with desire. "I can't believe I'm actually contemplating an answer, sweet-and-drop-dead-gorgeous-partner-of-mine!" I grin. Then I take her hand and draw her into my arms, claiming her lips for a searing kiss. She audibly moans into the kiss as her hands fly to my butt, pressing my groin into hers. My cock is trapped between our bodies, but I don't hear it complaining. There are worse places it could be ... "If you wanted slow, you needed another approach, Scully," I pant when we break from our kiss. She looks absolutely wild. "I don't want slow!" she growls. "I want you in me, fucking me so hard they won't even need cameras to know what we're doing." I lie her down on the desk, her fiery hair fanned out across the dusty top, her stocking-clad legs wrapped securely round my thighs as if the prevent me from leaving. Hah, as if ... "My God, there isn't a better sight in the world," I pant as I waste no time pushing into her, drawing sighs from both of us. "Or a better feeling," I add and she chuckles, then whimpers. "You're absolutely right," she answers, hooking her arm around my neck and raising up a bit so I can get in deeper. "Now don't talk anymore ..." I shake my head, before I lock my lips on that little spot just below her ear. Poor girl, the hickey I gave her only just disappeared but I just can't resist the taste of that bit of skin. And it's in such perfect reach. I can't go slow. I want to, but I just can't. "... gotta move ..." I pant, "so sorry ..." "Don't be," she whispers, letting out a hot little whimper that seems to pass by my brain altogether and take up lodging straight in my groin. "... go faster ..." I smile and pick up the speed. The air is filled with our smell and the moist sounds of our bodies moving together. And with our suppressed moans and nonsense sounds. We know we can't be too vocal, but – fuck, she's just so perfect! No court would ever convict me if only they knew what it was like to have sex with this woman. Mind you, I wouldn't want them to know, of course. It's over before I even realise it. I feel the tremors increase in strength, both in her and in me and I just can't help but give in to the fantastic sensations they bring as I spend myself deep within her. I clutch her to me while I try to recover from this mind-blowing experience. I hear her chuckle in my ear and I raise my head slightly to be able to look at her. "What?" "That must have been a new speed record," she says, her voice slightly rough around the edges. "I'm sorry," I answer, trying to conceal my disappointment. I tried to make this good for her, but I just couldn't stop it. "Hey, don't be," she says, kissing me softly. "Mind you, I came at the same time, if not before you did. No man has ever achieved that." I grin. "Can I feel proud now?" She nods. "Mulder, I can honestly say you're the best lover I have ever had. Not that I have such an extensive record, but still ..." "Thanks," I grin, pulling out of her. "So, do you have to go back to the labs?" "Yeah, I got one more corpse waiting for me which I need to finish. How about you?" I glance sideways at the mountains of red tape awaiting me. I choose to ignore it. "Me? I'm finished here." I kiss her cherry lips. "I think I'll go home and prepare the date I promised you." For a moment something hot flickers in her eyes, but then it's gone and maybe it was never there in the first place. My imagination certainly hasn't been dulled by us becoming lovers. On the contrary actually. "Good idea." And with that she puts her blouse and skirt back on, smoothing back her hair when she's finished dressing. Nothing in her appearance gives away any clue about the little indiscretion she enjoyed only minutes ago. Talk about professional. "I'll be home at eight. Be ready!" I grab her and give her a searing kiss, one that actually leaves her breathless and flushed. "Don't you worry about that, gorgeous ..." And with that she leaves the office, leaving me smiling among the debris of our former lives. We may have lost much, but we sure have gained more ... To be continued ... Kirsten Kerkhof The Netherlands, 23 February 2003 (c) 1