For Just One Night 2 by Little JO

For Just One Night? II by Little JO

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For Just One Night? II by Little JO

FBI Headquarters Washington, D.C. February 14, 1996

Dana Scully hurried through the FBI's maze of hallways on her way up to the Assistant Director's Office. She and Mulder were supposed to meet with the A.D. at 8:00 a.m. sharp. It was now 21 minutes after 8:00.

The generally unflappable Agent Scully was running late. Her alarm hadn't gone off and she had ignored Clyde, the Pomeranian's efforts to get her out of bed. As if that wasn't enough, her car had shuddered, wheezed twice and then gone still. It was out of gas.

Cursing her luck she had literally run the few blocks to the nearest Metro stop praying she had exact change. She did, arriving at FBI Headquarters disheveled, out of breath and with no time to put things right.

Rounding the last corner, her hair flying, she saw Mulder walk out of Skinner's office, the A.D. on his heels.

"Yes, Sir. I'll tell her, Sir."

Turning, he saw Dana. "Scully, where've you been?"

Dana pushed a lock of auburn hair out of her eyes, and glared at her partner. Before she could say anything however, Skinner's voice rumbled past Mulder's head.

"Agent Scully. May I see you in my office, please."

"Yes, of course."

As she attempted to smooth her hair back into place, Mulder brushed past her on his way down the hall, mouthing, "He's in a mood."

Without thinking, Dana wrinkled her nose. She froze when her eyes met her superior's stern gaze.

"Agent Scully. Is there a problem?"

Quickly improvising, Dana raised her hand to rub at the tip of her nose.

"No, Sir. Just allergies, Sir."

Nodding, he waited for her to walk past him. Shutting the door behind them, he gestured to the chair in front of his desk.

"Please, Agent Scully. Have a seat."

Dana sat, warily watching as Skinner sat down opposite her. Picking up a pen, he scribbled something on a piece of paper, folded it in half and slid it across the desk towards her.

"Agent Scully. I just was discussing the X-files expense reports with your partner."

Staring at the note, Dana debated whether to read it now or later. Deciding on later, she palmed it and turned her attention to the issue at hand.

"Because of the current budget impasse on the Hill, I've been asking all departments to review their expenses to see where savings can be made. I expect you to assist Agent Mulder in his efforts."

Pausing for effect, he continued.

"I also expect you to be on time when your presence is requested in my office. Is that understood, Agent Scully?"

Dana felt herself stiffen in her chair. Then forced herself to relax.

"Understood. Sir. Will that be all?"

Skinner stared at her for a moment, his dark eyes unreadable behind his glasses. Dropping his head, his voice was rough as he said, "That is all."

Dana slowly got to her feet and walked out the door, shutting it a little harder than she meant to.

As she headed down the hallway towards the elevators she opened the note, quickly scanning its contents.

I've booked us for the weekend at a B&B. Directions below. Happy Valentine's Day.

Dana couldn't help smiling.

The Eastern Shore of Maryland Friday, February 16, 1996 8:00 p.m.

Dana drove up to the old Victorian house overlooking the Chester River, glancing at her directions to make sure she was in the right place. Satisfied, she got out of the car and carried her things up the steps to the door. She was just about to knock when she was blinded by the glare of headlights as someone turned into the driveway.

Her expression was amused as she watched Walter Skinner climb out of the FBI issue Ford Taurus.

"Have you been behind me this whole time?"

Opening the car's trunk, Walter hefted a duffel bag out and then walked over to her. His face was serious as he stared down at the petite redhead.

"Agent Scully, you of all people should know when you're being tailed. What are they teaching at the Academy these days?"

Dana rolled her eyes. "I must have missed that day in class. Too busy painting my toe nails."

Snorting derisively, Walter reached around her and opened the door.

"After you."

They were greeted in the house's hallway by the owner, a slender woman in her late fifties. She chattered away as she lead them upstairs to their room, explaining that the house now consisted of eight guest rooms, each distinctive in character. They were to stay in what was once the master bedroom.

Standing just inside the doorway, Dana quietly took in her surroundings. It was a lovely room, complete with a fireplace and its own bath. Pale green wallpaper, with an intricate flower and leaf pattern along its borders, covered the walls. The wood floor was covered with a thick oriental rug. Opposite the fireplace was a huge, four poster bed, its bedspread made of a lush, green velvet.

"Walter, this is beautiful," she breathed. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, she ran her hand over the soft fabric.

Smiling Walter sat down next to her. Taking her hand in his, he pressed a kiss into her palm.

"I'm glad you like it."

Shivering at his touch, she leaned against him, nuzzling his neck.

"Think we should get something to eat?"

"You know I'm *always* hungry."

He waggled his eyebrows for effect, tightening his hold on her.

Laughing, she pushed him away.

"Walter. You're impossible."

Getting to his feet, he pulled her up with him.

"Why don't we change and go over to the Imperial Hotel's restaurant?"

Dana stood on tiptoe and brushed her lips against his.

"Mmmmm. Do I have to get dressed up?"

"Probably a good idea," he murmured, running his hands up and down her arms. "Although, right now I can think of an even better one."

"Oh...And what would that be...Sir?"

Dana thought she'd said it in a teasing manner, but Walter abruptly pulled away, holding her at arms length.

"Dana...You're not upset about last Wednesday, are you?"

Her blue eyes widening in surprise, she looked away.

"No. Not really. I mean, I know I was late. And that we have to be careful."

Pausing, she met his intense stare with one of her own.

"But, I don't want you to ever think I would take advantage of our relationship. That's not how I operate."

Walter's grip on her arms momentarily tightened, then relaxed.

"You're right. I was a bit...harsh."

Dana nodded, accepting this as an apology.

"I'll go get ready."

Gathering her things, she headed towards the bathroom, then stopped just outside.

"Is it okay if I use the bathroom first?"

"Go ahead. I'll just change in here."

Suddenly feeling shy, Dana ducked inside, closing the door softly behind her.

Hanging her suit bag on the hook behind the door, she carefully unzipped it and removed the dress that she had bought on a whim, with Walter in mind.

The halter style, short red dress was perfect, showing off her pale shoulders and shapely legs. It hugged her curves, without being tight. Which was good since she wanted to wear stockings tonight and didn't want the garter belt to show.

Rummaging in her bag, she pulled out the new shoes she had bought to go with the dress. They were very red and very high, with a closed in pointed toe, and a t-strap which fastened snugly around each ankle.

Dressing quickly, she touched up her make-up, then debated whether to wear her hair up or down. After fussing with it for several minutes, she finally decided on down. A few dabs of perfume, a quick fluff, and she was ready.

Opening the door to the bathroom, she came face to face with Walter, his hand raised as if he were just about to knock. He took a step back in surprise and then stood, his dark eyes slowly running the length of her body.

Dana felt herself flush under his appraising gaze.

"Do I meet with your approval?"

Walter's focus snapped back to her face.

"You look...stunning. Are you sure you're hungry?"

Dana smiled slyly.

"Famished."

"Then let's go."

Imperial Hotel Dining Room Later that same evening...

Although the restaurant was crowded, they were shown to a table in a quiet corner of the room almost immediately upon their arrival.

Opening her menu, Dana surveyed the contents, debating whether to eat light, or to indulge and have something a bit more substantial.

Glancing over at the man sitting across from her, she decided on substantial, guessing that she would need the extra calories.

The food turned out to be excellent. They both tried to keep the conversation light, deliberately steering clear of agency related business.

Finally, it was time for dessert. Dana looked at the dessert cart, pondering what to get. The chocolate torte with pecans and caramel or the chocolate, raspberry cheese cake?

Deciding neither would do her figure any good, she was just about to decline when Walter spoke up.

"The turtle torte *and* the cheesecake, please."

"Walter, I really shouldn't."

"Then you can watch me eat," he said, picking up his fork as the desserts were placed in front of them.

Dana could feel the saliva gather in her mouth as she watched him take the first bite of the cheesecake.

"Mmmmm. This really is delicious. You sure you don't want any?"

This was torture. Suddenly, a wicked smile twisted her lips.

Lifting her foot, she gently began to caress his leg with it, slowly inching higher and higher...

The fork froze midway to Walter's mouth as she pressed the ball of her stiletto heeled shoe into his groin.

Genuinely disconcerted, Walter flushed and shifted in his seat.

"Dana..."

His voice was a low growl, sending a chill down her spine.

"Quid pro quo, Walter," she purred, increasing the pressure against his hardening member.

Abruptly, he set his fork down.

"I think we'd better leave."

"What's the hurry. I thought you wanted dessert?" she teased.

If it were possible, his voice seemed to drop even lower.

"Unless you want me to ravage you right here, I suggest we leave. NOW."

Dana, her face innocent, removed her foot, and sat with her hands folded demurely in her lap while Walter paid the bill.

Flushing when he took her by the hand, she half expected him to drag her from the restaurant. However, he showed great restraint, setting a dignified pace back to their room.

But the door had barely locked behind them when he pressed her tiny frame against it, hungrily kissing her, flicking his tongue between her teeth. She responded in kind, moaning as his hand trailed down her side, then back up, brushing against her breast. Pausing to circle her nipple with his thumb, he teased it into a sensitive knot through the silky fabric of her dress. His hand then slid down and under the dress' hem, his fingers working between her thighs as he showered kisses on her face, throat and shoulders.

He ground his hips against her when he felt her wetness soaking through her panties onto his fingers.

Sliding her hand between them, she undid the zipper of his pants, freeing his straining cock.

"Now Walter. Take me now."

Stepping back, he reached under her dress and grasped the delicate lace of her panties, ripping them like tissue paper and tossing them aside. Lifting her off the ground, he penetrated her, not stopping until he'd filled her completely.

Dana wrapped her arms and legs around his powerful body, marveling at the feel of this man under her hands, between her thighs, inside her. She suppressed the urge to cry out as he thrust into her, over and over again, his movements increasingly frenetic.

She came quickly, the muscles of her vagina clenching and releasing, triggering his own orgasm.

His hips jerked against her as the last spasm racked his body. Leaning his forehead against hers, he withdrew, then let her body slowly slide down his until her feet touched the floor. They were both surprised when she continued her slide, ending up in a puddle at his feet, her arm pulled taut above her head as she continued to hold onto his hand.

Chuckling, Walter joined her, cradling her in his lap.

They quietly sat there on the floor for a while, occasionally touching, but mostly just relaxing in each other's arms.

Cupping his face in her hands, Dana kissed him and then slowly got to her feet.

"Come to bed?" She said, tugging on his hand.

He heaved himself to his feet, wincing slightly when his knees popped.

"I think I'm getting too old for this."

"Ha! You're in better shape than I am."

She was delighted when he actually blushed.

Leading him to the bed, she sat down, staring up at him with smoky blue eyes.

"Let me undress you?" Her hand strayed to the buttons of his shirt.

He flushed an even deeper shade of pink, kneeling down in front of her to give her better access.

"Do I look like I'm going to argue?"

Giving him one of her rare, sweet smiles, Dana pushed his suit jacket off his shoulders. Loosening his tie, she ran her hands over his shoulders and arms, feeling the warmth of heated flesh underneath. She shuddered as he shifted at her touch, smooth skin sliding over muscle and bone.

His breathing became increasingly ragged as she slowly undid the buttons of his shirt. He jumped when she stroked her hands over his chest, tangling in the hair there, scratching his nipples with her closely cropped nails.

Dana felt a wave of heat roll over her, her eyes darkening in answer to the desire she read on his face.

But when he tried to reach for her, she caught his hands in hers, shaking her head.

"No..."

Locking eyes with him, she brought his hand to her lips, gently kissing the broad palm, slowly taking first one, then two fingers into her mouth, sucking lightly.

His eyes slid shut as he desperately tried to maintain some semblance of control. But it was becoming increasingly difficult...

Dana released his hand and stood, drawing him up with her. Then she kneeled in front of him. Lifting first one foot then the other, she removed his shoes and socks, adding them to the growing pile of clothes on the floor. Tugging at his pants, she slid them down and off, along with his underwear. His erection was huge, the tip glistening with pre-come.

Sighing, she cupped the heavy balls in her hand, rolling them in their sack.

A low growl escaped his lips as she ran her tongue along the underside of his shaft, circling the sensitive head before taking as much as she could of him into her mouth.

His hips jerked as she began to suckle him, one hand stroking the base of his penis as the other gripped his ass. He needed to grab onto something, and settled for threading his fingers through her hair, resisting the urge to thrust deeper into her mouth.

Dana relaxed her throat, concentrating on making him come harder than he'd ever come before. Running her finger along the cleft between his cheeks, she carefully worked it into the tight hole there, lightly massaging his prostate gland.

With a howl, he came, pouring his hot seed into her mouth.

Dana swallowed all of it, removing her mouth as he weakly stood, his hands resting heavily on her shoulders.

"That was...amazing," he panted.

Looking like the cat that ate the canary, Dana gave him a wide, toothy grin. Standing up, she pressed her mouth to his, parting his lips with her tongue.

Walter enfolded her in his arms, stroking her tongue with his own, tasting himself on her lips, in her mouth.

Holding her hand, he drew away, his mouth curving up into a boyish smile, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Your turn."

Dana's elegant eyebrows arched upwards, her eyes round.

Bending to kiss her, Walter reached behind her and undid the zipper of her dress. Unhooking the halter, he stepped back, letting the smooth fabric slip to the ground on its own. Once she was wearing only the stockings, garter belt and heels, he knelt in front of her. Running his hands over her silk clad legs, he considered the pros and cons of leaving them and the "fuck me" heels on, or taking them off.

He chose the former.

Wrapping his arm around her knees, he pulled slightly, forcing her into a sitting position on the bed. Draping one leg over his shoulder, he leaned forward, pressing a kiss against the soft, moist folds between her legs.

Dana sobbed aloud when he thrust his tongue inside her, fingers stroking the sensitive skin of her inner thighs.

Her back arching, she curled her hips forward, pressing herself helplessly against his mouth. She jerked when he moved his hands to cup her ass, and then she cried out, as the first orgasm ripped through her.

Another had just begun to build when Walter pulled away. Dana whimpered as he pushed her onto her back.

"Oh god, yes..."

He was hard again. Thrusting his swollen member inside of her, he began to pump in and out, driving her towards another orgasm.

And another...

Raking her nails across his back and shoulders, her legs wrapped tightly around his bucking hips, she screamed, stars shooting behind her eyelids.

Her cry echoing in his ears, Walter came, hard, suspended above her.

Dana slowly came back to herself and her surroundings as Walter collapsed on top of her, their bodies wetly sticking together. When he tried to roll off of her, she clutched at him.

"No...don't."

Smiling, he lifted himself onto his elbows, gently stroking her hair.

"I don't want to suffocate you."

"Mmmmm. Not a chance."

He rested his head in the curve between her neck and shoulder as Dana, utterly content, traced lazy circles between his shoulder blades.

Finally, as the chill in the room became too much, he withdrew, rolling onto his back and bringing her with him. Reaching underneath them, he pulled the bedspread and sheets up over them both.

Sprawling bonelessly across his broad chest, Dana drifted off to sleep as the words "I love you," were breathed softly into her ear.

...to be continued.

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