For Just One Night 3 by Little JO

For Just One Night III by Little JO

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For Just One Night III by Little JO

East Shore of Maryland Saturday, February 17, 1996

Dana Scully woke to the sound of the shower running in the next room. Squinting at her watch, she saw that it was a little before 10:00 a.m.

Feeling a bit guilty for sleeping so late, she threw back the covers and gingerly stood up, stretching in an attempt to loosen tired, aching muscles. A silly grin suddenly spread across her face. As usual, a night with Walter had left her simultaneously very tired *and* very satisfied.

There was no doubt in Dana's mind she'd had some of the best times of her life since becoming involved with Walter Skinner. He was everything a woman could want in a lover and so much more. He was intelligent, funny, loyal to a fault and strong, both physically and emotionally. All things Dana valued in a man. And lately Dana was often surprised by the depth of her feeling for him. Although she still wasn't sure exactly what it was she *was* feeling, she did know that it was more than lust. And she sensed that Walter felt the same.

At that thought, a memory tugged at the corner of her mind. Something that was said last night, just before she drifted off to sleep. Frowning in concentration, Dana tried to grab a hold of it, only to have it slip away.

Noticing the water had stopped, she pulled on Walter's shirt from the evening before, stopping to drink in his lingering scent. Then, collecting her things, she sat down on the bed to wait for him to come out.

Walter emerged from the bathroom, still damp from his shower, a towel wrapped around his waist. He stopped when he saw Dana sitting on the bed, watching him with wide blue eyes.

"Good morning."

She could feel herself blushing as he stared at her appreciatively--at the tousled auburn hair curling softly around her pale oval face, at the lips still swollen from his kisses the night before, at the soft breasts peaking out from his shirt.

Choosing to ignore the less than pure thoughts running through his mind, Walter walked over to his bag and began pawing through it's contents for something to wear. Settling on a pair of faded Levi's and a long sleeved henley shirt, he dropped the towel and bent to pull on a pair of underwear.

Suddenly he froze, as hands began to caress his back, chest and thighs, lips trailing fire down his spine. Shuddering, Walter turned around, coming face to face with Dana.

She leaned back slightly so she could look up into his face.

"Good morning," she said smiling.

Walter reached out a finger to gently trace the line of her jaw, feeling a wave of heat wash over him as she shivered at his touch.

"So...I guess this means breakfast is out, huh?"

Using his shoulders to lever herself up, she kissed him, nibbling at his lower lip.

"Later."

Dana took him by the hand and lead him over to the bed. Climbing into it, she shrugged out of his shirt and then lay back against the pillows, one hand lazily running the length of her torso, coming to rest at her mons.

"Come here."

Her voice was low, almost a purr.

Not needing further encouragement, Walter lay down beside her, covering her hand with his.

"Let me do that..."

With a sigh, Dana let her hand fall to her side as he gently caressed her belly, moving up to cup her breast. She moaned as he began to gently knead the tender flesh.

Bending his head, he took her nipple into his mouth, lazily swirling his tongue around its hardening tip. Dana writhed underneath him as his hand slipped down between her thighs, gently stroking the sensitive skin there with his fingertips before sliding first one, then two fingers, between the moist folds.

She was very wet and very ready for him.

Removing his fingers, Walter rolled over, settling her on top of him. Dana wrapped her hand around his cock. She was still amazed by the size of him, her fingers barely meeting around its girth.

Dana curled forward and slowly guided him inside her, both of them moaning as he stretched and filled her completely.

Her eyes slid shut as she braced herself against his broad chest. Slowly she began to rotate her hips, lifting ever so slightly before sinking back down onto him. Walter lightly rested his hands on her hips, letting her set the pace, watching the slow flush creep across her chest, throat and face.

Lifting his head, he captured her right nipple in his mouth, tugging at it with his lips. Dana whimpered, arching her back to give him better access. Working her hand between their tightly pressed bodies, she began to rub her own clitoris, the added stimulation sending her right over the edge.

Crying out, Dana bucked against him as her vagina spasmed around his cock, sending wave after wave of indescribable pleasure coursing through her body.

She had barely finished her own orgasm when Walter flipped her underneath him. Drawing all the way out, he plunged back into her, again and again, until he came, his cock twitching inside of her.

They lay tangled together, their limbs heavy with spent desire.

Dana was just drifting off to sleep again, when her stomach emitted a loud gurgling noise.

"Jesus, Day, was that you?"

Walter looked at his delicate companion in mock horror.

Dana turned a charming shade of pink and sighed.

"The beast is hungry again."

"Oh, and which beast would that be?" Walter's eyes twinkled mischievously as he stared down at her.

Dana groaned aloud.

"Walter, I won't be able to walk on Monday if we keep this up. They'll have to wheel me down to the basement office."

"We? Who was the one who just lured me back to bed?

"Well if you hadn't walked out in just a damn towel," Dana muttered.

"Oh, I see. So now I was asking for it..."

Dana opened her mouth as if to say something, when her stomach answered for her.

"Grrrr."

Both of them burst out laughing.

Wiping the tears of laughter from his eyes, Walter got out of bed, dragging Dana up with him.

"Well, I think we better do something about the *beast*. Go take your shower."

Straightening her shoulders, Dana threw him a mock salute.

"Aye, Sir."

Walter couldn't help but shake his head as she darted for the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.

"And she says *I'm* impossible."

They spent a pleasant, relaxing day in each other's company, going for a long walk along the Chester River after brunch. The quaint little town was filled with fine, old river front homes. Dana was surprised by Walter's knowledge of the area's history and architecture. As she listened to the low, gravelly voice beside her, she suddenly realized just how little she really knew about him. She knew he was divorced and had three young children, who he adored. That he came from a military family and had joined the Marines, going to Viet Nam at the tender age of 18.

Dana shivered when she thought of the man/child he must have been then, and what it had been like to be thrust into the middle of that living hell. That he had survived with his body and mind intact spoke volumes about the strength of his will and determination.

So many others hadn't been that lucky.

Feeling her shiver beside him, Walter tightened his arm around her waist.

"Cold?"

"A little," Dana lied.

"Why don't we head back to the B&B, get something warm into you."

Dana smiled at the protectiveness she heard in his voice.

"Sounds like a plan."

Holding hands the two strolled back to their room.

Walter had just finished building a fire when Dana came in, two cups, a pot of steaming hot coffee, and a bottle of Irish Whiskey balanced precariously on a tray. Kicking the door closed with her foot, she set the tray down on a table, pouring each of them a cup. Uncapping the whiskey, she poured a generous amount in each, adding cream and sugar for good measure.

When she looked up, she found Walter staring intently at her.

"What?"

"Nothing...Just admiring the view..."

Smiling indulgently, Dana handed him a cup. Taking a sip from her own, she sat down in the chair nearest the fireplace, drawing her legs up underneath her.

Walter sat down on the floor, leaning his back against the edge of her chair and stretching his long legs out in front of him. Savoring the burn of the whiskey flavored coffee as it slid down his throat, he stared at the dancing flames, deep in his own thoughts.

Dana gently trailed her fingers along the back of his neck.

"What are you thinking?"

Leaning his head back against her knees so he could look up into her face, a slight frown creased his brow.

"Just wondering."

"About..."

"This. Us."

Dana, who'd been tracing his full lower lip with her finger during this exchange, jerked as a bolt of anxiety rushed through her. Her lips and mouth suddenly went dry.

"Us?" she croaked.

Scowling at her reaction, Walter pinned her with his gaze. Setting his coffee cup on the ground beside him, he turned around so that he was kneeling in front of her. Taking her cup out of her hand, he set it aside, and took her hands in his.

"Yeah, Day. Us."

Dana drew in a sharp breath as the memory of what he'd said the night before finally broke through into her consciousness.

"Oh my God...Walter...You're not...You're not in love with me? You can't be in love with me..."

She pulled one of her hands free from his, clapping it over her mouth to stop the flow of words when she saw the look of pain in his eyes.

After a moment, he drew her hand away from her mouth, gently caressing the back of it with his thumb as he asked, softly...

"Why not? Why is it so hard to believe that I could be in love with you?"

Dana stared down at their hands, entwined in her lap. She could feel tears, gathering at the corners of her eyes, as she considered his question.

It wasn't that she couldn't believe it, she just wasn't sure she wanted to believe it. Love would complicate things between them. Not necessarily in a bad way, just in a way she hadn't prepared herself for.

Forcing herself to meet his eyes, she was shocked and moved by the intense emotion she saw in them.

With a sob, she threw her arms around him, burying her face in his shoulder.

Walter silently held her as she cried, waiting patiently for the storm to pass.

Once she regained her composure, Dana sat back, wiping ineffectually at her eyes and nose with her hands.

"Oh, Walter. It's not that I can't believe. I just don't know what I feel about you...about us. I don't even think I've given much thought to an "us."

At her words, Walter slowly relinquished his grip on her hands and stood, turning away from her.

Dana sat staring at his back for a while, thoughtfully chewing on her bottom lip. Finally, she quietly asked, "What about work, Walter? What about *Them*?"

Walter spun around to face her, his face twisted with anger, his fists clenched at his sides.

"What about *Them*? What could they possibly do that they haven't done already to you or threatened to do to me?"

Dana shrank away from the shear force of his anger, pressing her back into the chair.

Mistaking her reaction for fear, Walter took a deep breath, his hands going slack at his sides, his face settling into its usual impassive mask. His voice was softer as he continued.

"No matter what we decide Day, the risks aren't going to go away."

Uncurling from the chair, Dana stood up. Taking his face between her hands she gently tugged, trying to draw him down to her level. Resting her forehead against his, she whispered, "I know."

The tension drained from his body as he leaned against her, hands resting on her hips. His voice was rough as he said,

"I'm a patient man, Day. Even if you think there's a possibility, any possibility, I'm willing to wait. To take the risk."

Dana tightened her arms around him, tears falling once again.

"I don't want to hurt you. What if I can't give you what you want?"

Walter bent his knees slightly so he could better see her face.

"I'm a big boy, Day. I can take care of myself.

"Besides, how do you know you haven't already given me what I want."

That brought a wry smile to her face.

"I knew it. You just love me for my body."

Walter tenderly pressed his lips to hers, deepening the kiss as she slid her hands around his neck. Coming up for air, he ran his hands over her back, drawing her more tightly against him.

"Mmmmm. It's a nice little body."

They could both feel the tension from the earlier, unsettling emotions begin to evaporate, replaced by a different, more familiar tension.

Bending his head, Walter nuzzled her throat, his hand dropping to cradle her breast through the fabric of her sweater. Dana gasped as his fingers toyed with the nipple, teasing it into a taut, sensitive peak. Purring softly, she pressed herself against him, rubbing her lower body against the bulge forming in his pants.

With a chuckle, Walter stepped back and picked her up, carrying her over to the bed.

He quickly divested her of her clothing, running strong hands over her breasts, belly and thighs. Dana was moaning almost continuously now as he trailed a line of wet kisses down her body, his tongue flicking in and out, savoring the taste of her skin on his lips. Finally, he reached the cleft between her thighs. Smiling, he took in her scent, musky and sweet, before pressing his lips against her.

Making inarticulate noises, Dana grasped him by the ears, pressing him even more firmly against her, seeking maximum contact as he alternately nibbled and suckled at her clitoris. She came quickly, her whole body helplessly convulsing, crying out his name over and over.

Moving up to lay beside her, Walter took her trembling body into his arms, curling his large frame spoon-fashion around her.

Dana let out a contented sigh as he brushed the hair away from her neck with his nose, his lips caressing the tender spot behind her ear. Pressing her bottom against him, she could feel his erection through the rough fabric of his jeans.

Turning in his arms to face him, she ran sensitive fingers along his jaw, stroking them across his throat and then down along his side.

Pulling his shirt free of his jeans, she slid it off of him, then explored the smooth skin and powerful muscles of his back and shoulders with her hands.

Walter's breathing became ragged as she kissed him deeply, her tongue filling his mouth, then retreating as he tried to capture it with his own. As if of one mind, both of them reached for the buttons on his jeans. His large hand covered hers as she deftly worked each button free. Pushing and pulling at his pants and underwear they managed to work them down and off, freeing his straining erection.

Walter jerked when Dana's hand closed around him, stroking, then squeezing him. Feeling the familiar tension building in his balls, Walter seized her by the wrist, stopping her hand's movements.

"Roll over."

Dana's blue eyes widened at the need she heard in his voice. Unable to suppress a grin, she rolled onto her side, pressing her ass invitingly against his groin.

With a moan, Walter wrapped his arm around her hips, pulling her more firmly against him as he eased his aching cock inside of her. Burying his face in her auburn curls, he began to move, each thrust of his cock sending a tiny shock of pleasure through Dana's body. The pressure of his arm across her mons only served to intensify the ache in her womb, which began to grow and spread, hot tendrils of desire licking at every nerve ending.

Sensing she was again close, Walter dropped his arm lower, his hand finding her clitoris and pressing it roughly between his thumb and forefinger.

Dana cried out like a wounded animal as she came, thrashing against him as wave after wave of pleasure mixed with pain rolled through her.

His own orgasm wasn't far behind. With a cry, Walter exploded in ecstasy, his body jerking as he poured his come into her, his throbbing cock buried deep inside.

Walter gripped Dana tightly against him until the last shudder subsided. Loosening his less than gentle hold on her, he carefully withdrew. Even so, Dana made a soft hissing noise. Rolling onto her back, she stared up at him, her eyes damp with unshed tears.

Worried, Walter gently touched her cheek.

"What is it, love? Did I hurt you?"

Smoothing her hair away from her face, Dana shook her head.

"No...I'm just feeling a bit...tired."

Her voice trailed off as she realized how lame that sounded. Seeing the unconvinced look on Walter's face, she took a deep, steadying breath, smiling reassuringly.

"I'm okay, Walt. Really."

Frowning slightly, he leaned forward, brushing his lips against her forehead.

"Okay, Day."

He wanted to say more, but thought better of it. He knew how impossibly stubborn she could be, especially where her feelings were concerned. She would tell him when she was ready.

Stifling a gigantic yawn, Walter flopped unto his back as a wave of drowsiness washed over him.

"Speaking of tired. They're going to have to wheel *me* into the office Monday morning if we keep this up."

Dana couldn't help but grin. Nestling against his side, she rested her head on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart, to his breathing as it slowed and deepened as sleep took him.

Propping herself up on one elbow, she stared down at her lover, noting how relaxed and impossibly young he looked in the diffuse afternoon light. Shivering, she snuggled against him once more, tugging the covers up over them in an effort to keep out the cold.

Walter shifted slightly as her warm, moist breath tickled his ear, her lips whispering to him in his sleep.

"I love you, too, Walt."

THE END.

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