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“The 28th? No, we can’t do the 28th, Agent Scully and I are in Nebraska that week…”

He nudges the phone to a more secure position between his ear and shoulder as he flicks through the calendar his partner neatly organized. Scully is a few feet away, puttering around with the shelves, but he can’t quite see what she’s doing. Her back is to him, the sleek lines of her suit reminding him of how much he wants to run his hands down her naked back as he fucks her from behind. And then cuddle the fuck out of her. This morning wasn’t enough.

“The following month? Uh…let me look…”

He casually flips through the pages, but his eyes are still on Scully. He hears a sudden clunk as something drops from the shelf and she scuttles after it, dropping on her hands and knees to crawl beneath the desk. He moves to help her look for the object from his limited position, but he suddenly feels her hands on his shins, wordlessly telling him to stay still.

Before he can even warn her that this might not be a good idea (however much he’ll hate to say it), her hand is cupping him through his slacks, and she’s pulling down the tag of his zipper. He honestly can’t deal with this. Scully is going to go down on him in the middle of the day while he is on the phone with Sheriff What’s His Name from Whatever City, Whatever State, and he just might cry because this is Fantasy #48. They’d already taken care of Fantasy #56 and #38B last week. This woman is too good to him.

“Well it looks like we’re free on—ugh—!!”

He chokes right as he feels his partner’s little hand slip into the fly of his boxer briefs, her gentle touch clasping his delighted dick. He breathes noisily through his nose, clenching his molars as he wills himself to not make a sound.

“We…we might be able to fly down after the tenth…”

Oh God, she’s pulling him through the flap. He can feel her soft breath against his skin as she presses a kiss to the tip of his cock. For the life of him he can’t remember anyone ever kissing him there, and Scully does it every fucking time.

“Scootch up, Mulder,” he can hear her quiet request, and he obeys, pushing his hips forward so that he’s slouching in his chair. Right as he opens his mouth to speak, Scully’s own sweet mouth engulfs his length, bathing him in wet softness.

“Ffffffyeah, that whole weekend should…should be free,” he chokes out. He can feel her strong tongue flexing beneath his shaft as she takes more of him in, and his head thunks against the wall as he almost loses what little composure he has left.

“Weee might need a couple of guys for back up,” his voice is becoming steadily higher pitched, “That’s all, thou—though.”

Oh goddamn, her hands are back, one massaging his balls while the other grasps the base of him. Her mouth is relentless, and he knows he’s got about twenty seconds before this becomes unmistakable to the snuffly gentleman on the other end of the line.

“Okay, thanks sir, we’ll see you inJunethenhaveagoodday—” **click**—“Oh, CHRIST, Scully—GOD!”

With a cry that hurts his throat he erupts, his back arching as he spurts into her sweet, warm, perfect mouth. She drags her hands up and down the length of his thighs, wordlessly encouraging him as his nails dig deeply into the arm rests of his chair. He wishes he could see her. Fuck, this is unbelievable—if anyone had ever told him six months ago that the love of his life would be giving him a blowjob under the desk, he would have thrown whatever object Scully had “dropped” at their head.

“Christ, Scully,” he sniffles, his eyes watering and his head pounding. By the time he’s able to see straight she’s already stood up, her hair mussed and her eyes glittering as she straightens out her blazer. She looks pleased with herself, almost giddy.

“I will get you for that,” he vows, “Tonight. You just wait.”

Scully huffs, a playful smirk on her face, “Promises, promises, Mulder.”

They both know he will.