Unzipped by Basbleu

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Summary: Double entendres, sex, and damage to government property abound in the Hoover Building.

Warning: Brief fourth season sort-of spoiler.

Disclaimer: Walter Skinner and his assistant, Kim, are not mine�they are the creation and thus sole property of the beneficent Chris Carter, the merciful Ten Thirteen Productions, the eleemosynary Rupert Murdoch and the generous Fox Network, who all (hopefully) won't sue me for having some fun with them for the express purpose of delighting my fellow (wo)men.

Cait McHale (who is my creation and thus Copyright Basbleu ) was first introduced in a non-erotica story named Sins and is featured in MacGuffin, Fear, and Dana Scores.

Unzipped by Basbleu

Cait's heels clicked down the deserted hallways of the Hoover Building. At this time of the morning, there was barely anyone there, which was exactly why she'd decided to come in early, hoping to get a jump on what would be a day full of meetings, knowing it would probably be the only time she'd get any work done that day. Thinking she'd be the only one there, besides security, she'd been surprised to see Walter's car in the parking garage.

After dropping her briefcase off in her office, she walked purposefully through the hallway to the A.D.'s office, unconsciously checking her reflection in a window along the way. The black skirt and white blouse were plain and, thus, perfect for her meeting with the top Bureau brass. God forbid they realize there was a woman under the austere clothes.

The Venetian blinds across the windows of the outer office were, oddly enough, closed but layers of light filtered through as did a shadow, indicating someone was indeed in the office. Frowning, she tried the handle of the outer door, knowing it wouldn't be locked.

Walter Skinner looked up scowling from the book he was reading and then hastily tried to hide it, but not before Cait recognized the black and yellow binding of a popular series of guides.

"Walter, why are you reading _Internet for Dummies_ (Copyright IDG Books)?" Cait asked as she walked in, closing the door behind her. "And at Kim's desk?"

Still scowling , he muttered, "Kim called in sick." Obviously frustrated with the book, he tossed it across the desk.

"Uh-huh." Cait nodded, then added, "And you have that meeting with Louis and Janet at ten, don't you?"

The scowl deepened.

"Bad day to be without an assistant."

"I'll be fine without her." He didn't sound convinced. "I just have to find this ...thing of notes for my presentation."

"Notes, huh?" Cait looked at the computer screen and frowned. "Walter, why are you looking for a word processing file in a spreadsheet program?"

He looked at the screen, covered with a grid, and then back at Cait. Just for a fleeting moment, the scowl disappeared and a look of desperation replaced it. Then the scowl returned.

"Look, if you're not going to help..."

"Oh goody," Cait said, standing behind him, "I thought you'd never ask."

Reaching over his shoulder, she found the mouse and quickly exited from the spreadsheet program. He wasn't too distracted to notice that the movement caused her breasts to press softly into his back.

"You wouldn't happen to know where Kim saved the document, would you?"

"She took it home with her to finish it last night. She said she'd email it in." He explained, a little less peevishly. "I was just trying to find it when you walked in."

"Mm-hmm." Walter felt the reverberation of her response, as she moved the mouse along the mouse pad, clicking randomly. Walter watched as the screen flickered and changed rapidly before his eyes. Cait looked like she knew what she was doing. He relaxed, his head falling back a little into the pillow of Cait's chest, with a silent sigh of relief.

Her hand halted momentarily on the mouse and he missed the sly little smile that graced her lips.

"Shoot." She breathed, "This will be a little tougher than I expected. Do you mind?"

Not waiting for a response, she stepped to his side and swung one long leg over his knees before straddling his thighs and wiggling back into a comfortable position in his lap. The movement caused her skirt to ride up and Skinner was treated to the sight of creamy thighs encircled by lace garters topping a column of sheer black silk that encased long, muscular legs that ended in simple, black, high heeled pumps.

He felt his cock stiffen considerably.

"There, that's better." He heard Cait say, through the strange pounding noise in his ears.

She immediately started typing away on the keyboard, her right hand alternately traveling to the mouse, and back to the keyboard.

"Hmmm," Again he felt the reverberation, this time through her back as it pressed back into his chest. He managed to sit up a little to peer over her shoulder, then realized the position might be the death of him as it placed her right over a very sensitive, very rigid part of his anatomy.

"What?" He asked, hearing his voice come out more gruff than he intended.

"This is harder than I thought it would be."

"What?" Sounding a little strangled there.

She shifted a little in his lap to allow him a better view over her shoulder. "Well, she sent this email,"--he could barely see it behind the haze of pleasure her movement brought-- "But the files are compressed."

"What does that mean?" He made the mistake of looking down. Her skirt had ridden up to her waist. Her heat permeated the black silk of her panties, the thick weave of his trousers, and the cotton of his boxers. He managed to hold back a groan as she shifted again, oblivious to his condition, it seemed.

"Well, it just means I'll have to ... unzip it and...play around with it a little... in order to give you what you want."

This time he did groan. He looked up and caught Cait's reflection in the screen. The smile playing on her lips was far from innocent as she watched him watching her.

"Fine, why don't you do that." He said, as calmly as he could.

For a moment she hesitated, then her fingers stared flying on the keyboard. His owns hands settled on her thighs and lazily began stroking them, from the outer to the sensitive inner skin, traveling across and then up, getting closer and closer to her sex, but not quite there. He saw her upper teeth sink into her lower lip as he got particularly close and her fingers stilled their movement on the keys. So his hands stopped too.

A moment passed and her fingers moved again, this time a little slower. So did his fingers.

His right hand continued its lazy tracing while his left traveled upwards, up her stomach, to her throat, and then down again, working the buttons of her blouse free from their holes.

He breathed heavily against her neck as he worked, and she trembled again halting her hands on the keys.

"Don't stop." He ordered in her ear.

She shook her head, moaned as his hand engulfed one small breast, his thumb starting to tease the erect nipple. through the thin, transparent camisole

"I think I need a little incentive here." She gasped.

His short fingernails raked over the taut silk at the juncture of her thighs and she hissed a breath in.

"That'll do." Her hands returned to the keyboard but moved very slowly. He smiled against her neck as he slid the finger behind the silk into the crop of curls. She spread her thighs even further apart as the finger burrowed in, delving into crevices, searching for a tiny button that would release the tension she felt coiling in the small of her back, spiraling outward.

She was so wet that his long finger penetrated her easily and she arched in response, allowing him deeper access, as she clenched the humid walls around him. The finger slid in, out, stroked, found her quivering, swollen clit. He didn't notice that she had stopped typing, that her hands were now braced on his knees, keeping her balance. She ground her hips against his hand, hoping to quicken the pace, but his finger fondled and tugged with excruciating slowness, bringing her incrementally closer to relieving the torturous ache she felt building in the entire lower half of her body.

She bucked violently, her fingers digging into his knees, her body arching back, a low sound grinding in her throat. For a moment, she was suspended, open, throbbing, before crashing down.

He held her against him, his own ragged breathing mingling with hers, his own needs unsatisfied yet made all the more prominent by the sensual release of hers.

"Sweet Jesus." She moaned, catching her breath. "That was my job."

He peered over her shoulder at the computer screen, thickly asked. "Is my presentation ready yet?"

She shook her head, raised a limp, trembling hand to the mouse and slid it around. The printer on the table to his left whirred and started spitting out tongues of paper.

"There," She said, "It'll be finished in about five minutes. Which is just enough time to..."

She moved nimbly around in his lap, straddling him again, this time facing him, and her hands fiddled with his zipper and belt as her lips and tongue assaulted his mouth. Her hands gripped his engorged cock, her fingers barely managing to encircle it.

"I am so hot and wet and I want you, all of you, inside me, now." She said breathlessly against his lips.

All his control vanished at her carnal demand . His hands gripped her panties and pulled, and he was rewarded by the sound of ripping silk. She raised her hips, gripped him hard, and sank down over him, onto him, her tight sheath spreading around and welcoming the huge intruder Barely stopping, she started rocking her hips, into and away from him. The chair creaked loudly under the strain but neither of them heard. His fingers clenched into the soft skin of her ass, bruising her as he urged her on. Her owns hands dug into his shoulder, keeping her balance, her leg muscles screamed at the unusual workout.

His roar echoed throughout the tiny office and he jerked under her, his head thrown back as the climax shook him.

Clothes sticking to sweat-slicked skin, both of them were still, breathing loudly. Minutes passed before he raised his head.

"Sorry about the ...uh..."

She shook her head and managed to gulp out, "S'okay. Extra. In my office."

He arched an eyebrow at her.

"I was a girl scout, Walter; I'm prepared for every emergency. Besides, could you see me walking into meetings today, knowing I was going commando?"

The laughter shook his body .

The chair creaked loudly and shuddered before a huge snapping sound reverberated off the walls.

They both were still.

"What's the penalty for damage to government property?"

THE END