Daughter Of The Brown Coats

25, female.  I was a pure Dean!girl, but you crazy folk have made me change my view of many of the men! My fantasy life thanks you for that;) Mobile Masterlist Making A Masterlist & Posting It As A Link

[daughterofthebrowncoats]

omg i love your hopper ficslike you write him so well and the smut??? bye speechless 🦋🐱🦋🐱🦋🐱

Thank you so much! I just think that he’d be the dirtiest MFer out there, but with a heart of gold, and that’s how I like to write him:):):)

[impala-dreamer]

All Natural

A Supernatural Story

~Dean gets throws a fit when Little Dean refuses to cooperate, and in a moment of frustration makes a decision that has interesting effects on everyone in the Bunker.~

Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam Winchester x Reader, Castiel x Reader

8,200 Words

Warnings:  NSFW. Lots and Lots of sex. All kinds of sex. All sorts of adult things. Also, sex pollen

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Enhance your love life!

Show it AND grow it!

Feel twenty-two all over again!

Dean slammed his laptop closed, annoyed at all the popup ads he was suddenly getting. “What the fuck with these,” he mumbled, catching Sam’s attention. 

Hazel eyes lifted from the book in his hands and a smirk played upon his lips. “You know you can ad-block, right?” 

“Oh yeah, Zuckerberg? I tried that. They just keep emailing me and popping up on my screen.” Dean pushed the computer away and slumped in his chair. “It’s freakin’ annoying!”

Sam carefully turned the page and laughed silently, amused at Dean’s ire. “Maybe if you stayed off the porn sites you wouldn’t pick up so many viruses…”

Dean snapped, leaning forward. “Pornhub is a legitimate website and I have not once gotten a virus off of them, thank you very much.” 

“What about ‘bigchiefs-bear-dungeon.com’?” 

Green eyes widened and plump lips dropped. Dean gasped in shock and defense. “I do not-”

Sam’s lifted brow cut him off. 

“Shut up. It was one time!” 

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[babysimpala]

I love the scheme to take over Baby!

And poor Cas 😂 he’s all

In the shower…..

Too bad she couldn’t get him to indulge a little

Because This..

[impala-dreamer]

YASSSSSSSS

[laketaj24]

Henry Cavill/ The Witcher Masterlist

Author’s Note: Thought I’d compile these before I lose them. Thanks for reading!

The Witcher:

Toss a Coin , Toss a Coin II

The Witcher and the Nymph I, The Witcher and the Nymph II, The Witcher and the Nymph III ,The Witcher and the Nymph IV

Endlessly

Geralt: Kink Alphabet

Interrogations

Stop Crying

Mine: Geralt

Bite Marks

Good Girl

Half Dead

Restless

Restraint

Poor Tortured Soul

Idle Threats

Shrike, Shrike II

Dream of Me

Spotless

Enough

Wondering Eyes

Bruises and Confessions

The Last Drop

Each Time

Alleyways

Reprisal

Sir Nameless

On the Eve

Whispers in the Dark

Small Admissions

Flutter

Wishes

Moodboards/Headcannons:

Geralt x Elven!Mage

Geralt: First HeadCannons

Geralt Tied Up (Opinion)

Geralt: Softie Headcannons

Geralt: Size!Kink Headcannons

Geralt with Yennefer Headcannons

Geralt: Preferences I

Geralt: Aftercare

Geralt Helping You get Well Headcannons

Geralt: Quickies

Geralt: Fingering Kink

Three Spots that Drive Geralt Insane

Young Geralt Headcannons

Modern Geralt Headcannons

Geralt: Filthy Headcannon

 Henry Cavill:

Tolerance

Offset

Vacationing with Henry

Bratty Imagine

Afterglow

Wet Kisses

Easier

The Rules, The Rules II, The Rules III, The Rules IV, The Rules V , Rules VI , Rules VII

Make Me

Unteachable, Unteachable II

Reward

Traitor

The Cavill Brigade

Abroad

Mile High Club

Pampering Henry

White Blank Pages

Wild Ideas and Assholes

Marked, Marked II, Lactation Kink

Kinks: Choking

Charles Brandon

Dark Corridors

August Walker

August Walker Headcannon: In Bed

Exposed

Daddy, Daddy: Closeted

Napoleon Solo:

Precious Art

Tickles

Sherlock Holmes

Unannounced

Secretly Dating Sherlock

[sail-away-sweet-sister]

Christmas 2020

[beingatoaster]

“If you ask me. What? I date a lot of models.”

I love that they give Elliot these little bits of expertise. I actually really love when he attributes it to women he dates, too (like in the first season when he corrected everyone on stewardesses vs. flight attendants), because it adds another little bit of characterization–this is a guy who listens to the women he dates, instead of just nodding and smiling and ignoring stuff that other men might dismiss as ‘girl stuff.’

[babyanimalgifs]

Cows reaction when they see grass after being shut down indoors for 6 months. 

(via)

[lileewink]

[rpmaniac]

This is also common practice in Sweden. Dairy cows are kept indoors during the winter, then released into their pasture in spring. The kosläpp (release of the cows) is an annual event usually open to visitors. There’s even an expression derived from it.

[antique-scarecrow]

it’s so marvelous to me that humans make an annual event of gathering around specifically to watch cows experience joy. the humans are excited that the cows are excited, to the point they make sure the human kids get front row seats, cause they know the kids will be extra excited. there is so much vicarious joy here. how remarkable a world, where we do things specifically for the pleasure of seeing other people and creatures happy.

[holylulusworld]

A virgin at a sex store masterlist

Summary: Your great aunt bequeathed her fortune to you. Her successful store in town. Problem is – it’s a sex store and you are a virgin.

Pairing: AU!Dean x fem!Reader

Warnings:  angst, language, age gap (the reader is 25; Dean 34), shy reader,  virgin reader, cocky Dean, teasing, smut, crack, fluff

A/N: So,  get this. My best friend and I talked about her first time at a sex  store when she turned 18. She was like the reader a virgin and got so  nervous she ran out of the store. My friend wanted me to write a story  about it but I made the reader 25 as I didn’t want Dean to be a creep and  hit on a girl almost half his age. 

Part 1 - New in business

Part 2 - Tongue twister

Part 3 - Panties burner

Part 4 - Brain melter

Part 5 - Good girl ruiner

TBA

[justjensenanddean]

jensenackles

[jotink78]

Need reading materials!

Hey guys! I know it’s been a while, but I’m still around and missing everyone! I’m going in for surgery today on my dominant arm, and I’ll be in a cast for 2-3 weeks following. Since I’ll be off work for 2-3 weeks but won’t be able to do much one handed, I was planning to read and watch movies/tv. However, my oldest daughter (8) has been moved for virtual learning for the week (of course), so I can’t exactly binge SPN or the Tolkien movies like I’d planned. I’d love to know your favorite fanfics, so I might be able to binge read instead! SPN, Hobbit, or Avengers would be awesome and amazing, RPF for those is good too!

Thanks in advance - I can’t wait to see how many of your favorites I haven’t read yet!

[daughterofthebrowncoats]

https://luci-in-trenchcoats.tumblr.com/post/160893480893/frat-boy-complete-masterlist I read this series every couple of months because it warms my cold heart

Frat Boy Complete Masterlist

Summary: The reader goes to a Frat party and meets cocky Frat boy Dean Winchester. Loaded with fluff, sex and feels, Dean and the reader emb

[theseymourbirkhoff-deactivated2]

It’s a bit like an opera, isn’t it?

You mean cause I wanna run away?

[raspberrymama]

Anyone want to be tagged?

I’m in the process of writing a multi-chapter reader insert fic for Crowley… Does anyone want to be tagged for it? Be warned though, there will be smut a few chapters in. 

I thought about tagging people here but I didn’t want to put anyone on the spot lol. 

Feel free to reblog and respond here, DM me, or send an ask. 

It’s worth noting, that I’ve posted a couple of chapters on AO3 already. Here’s a link to my Works page for anyone who wants to get a feel for my writing style. https://archiveofourown.org/users/RaspberryMama/works

[daughterofthebrowncoats]

Yes, god yes please!!!

[fistful-of-fandom]

Based on the cold opening of Avatar, Walter Skinner looks like a great lay, tbh.

[daughterofthebrowncoats]

Take It Right There, Baby

Word Count: 2588

Summary:  Dean sings a sexy song then pulls you out and takes you against a wall.  That’s it.

Warning: NSFW, language, unsafe sex, slightly rough sex.

Author’s Note: If you haven’t watched Jensen sing the Eric Church “Like A Wrecking Ball” I suggest you go do that right now.  And please take note of the smirk/hip movement (depending on which version you’re watching) that he does at the “take it right there, baby” line.  Because, as some people have commented on the vids, Jensen Ackles saying that particular line should probably be illegal.  Or at least require a permit.  (PS I’m pretty sure the gif is actually from that exact line in one of the performances..) Enjoy!  DotBC 7.21.20

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“ –  Find out what that house is made of; been too many nights since its felt us make love…”  You looked up from wiping your hands on the seat of your skirt, idly wishing you’d gone with your jeans after all, and stared at the stage where Dean was leaning into the microphone and looking back you.  When he caught your eye, he shot you a cocky wink.

Trying to ignore the sudden pounding of your heart, you slid back into your seat at the hightop table in the corner beside Sam, who shot you a baleful look.  “I thought you talked to him about singing your sex songs when we’re in public.”  

Face heating, you just shrugged helplessly.  “I guess he didn’t listen.”  Eyes on Dean, who was watching you and singing about rocking you like a wrecking ball, you desperately drained the rest of your rapidly warming beer.  You debated ordering another but Dean crooked a grin and shook his head slightly, making it look like a dance move.  The way he rolled his hips into the microphone stand had you thinking about ordering one anyway with the way it made your mouth go dry. 

“Oh, God,” Sam muttered and flagged the waitress down and held up two fingers.

When she plunked them down, you said, still watching Dean, “No, thanks.”

“Good because they’re both for me.”  Scowling, Sam pulled both bottles close, look a long pull from one of them.

“–Back you up against the wall; love you, baby, take it right there, baby,” Dean growled into the mic, green eyes burning into yours, hot enough to burn from across the room.

You shifted restlessly on your seat and Dean’s lips kicked up at the movement, knowing full well what this song did to you.  When the final notes trailed off and the other bar patrons burst out into applause, Dean jumped off the short stage and prowled through the crowd.  He never took his eyes from your face and you exhaled shakily, your mind blank of any thoughts except that you got to be the one this man looked at like this.

Dimly you noticed Sam shake his head and grumble something under his breath before he snagged his beers and vacated your table.  Dean didn’t even spare his brother a glance before he moved in on you, crowding into your space.  His eyes were dark with desire and he looked flushed and hot.  Hard hands caught you and pulled you close; reflexively, your arms went around his neck and you pulled him in for a kiss.  Your tongues tangled and you widened your legs on the stool to draw him closer, wanting to feel the press of his erection against your center and not particularly caring if you flashed anybody.

His laugh rumbled into your throat and he pulled back to suggest, “Let’s get out of here.”  

His voice was husky and heated and you didn’t have to be asked twice.  When he stepped back, you hopped off the stool and bee-lined for the door, one of your hands wrapped around Dean’s wrist to tow him with you. The night was cooler, clearer than inside the bar, the parking lot – a glorified gravel-and-dirt patch on one side of the building, unlit except for starlight.  When you headed for the gleaming Impala, Dean tugged your hand until you turned with him, heading in the opposite direction.

There was nothing but what looked to be a broken down storage shed on this side but when Dean pulled you around so you faced him and crowded you again, backing you up until your back hit the wooden wall with a thump, you didn’t object.  Instead, you tipped your head back, practically begging.

When he put his lips on your neck, his scruff made your skin tingle as he gave you sucking kisses. One of his legs pushed between yours, so conveniently bare because of your skirt, his knee pressing up right against your crotch and you gasped, losing your train of thought.  Then he took your hands, drew them up over your head so you nearly rested on his leg, took your lips in a deep, wet kiss that left you breathless.  Your hips rocked, riding his thigh to work your clit on his thick thigh, already chasing a climax.  

But Dean knew your body and before you could get too close, he eased you back down so your feet were on the ground again.  Frustrated, you broke the kiss and dropped your head to the wall, complained, “Dean, goddamn it.”

“I’m here, sweetheart. Don’t worry, you’ll get there. I’m not going anywhere until I’m inside you and we both come good and hard.  You feel me?”  His cock, already fully aroused, pressed against your stomach though your shirt and his.  

You tugged until he let your hands go, gripped his short hair hard enough to make him snarl at you.  “Big talk,” you taunted, playing with fire.  

Green eyes flashed down at you, all cocky like the smirk on his face.  “You wanna bet, sweetheart?  ‘Cause I bet I can have you screaming my name in five minutes or less.”

Your chest was already heaving with the effort of getting enough air but you gamely cocked an eyebrow back at him.  “Bring it on, then, let’s see what you got.”  There were some days you made good choices and some days you made poor ones; right now you weren’t sure which day today was but you were more than willing to find out.  

Dean’s eyes narrowing was the only warming before he boosted you up again and pinned you to the splintery wall with the full force of his weight.  Your breath whooshed out and his mouth closed on yours before you could inhale.  Clever fingers slid up your thigh until he was cupping your center; you gasped, a little shocked when you felt him rip your underwear off.  Jesus, you didn’t know people actually did that outside of porn, holy shit, that was hot.

Two fingers pushed up into you and Dean lifted his head to watch you, taking in the sight of you at his mercy in the dark.  Your fingers clawed at his arms but his grip on you didn’t loosen an inch; if anything, he pressed closer and shoved your shirt up, yanking at your bra to free your breasts.  He covered one with his big hand, his palm rough on your tight nipple, then he pinched it hard at the same time he flicked your clit hard with his thumb.  

You had to clamp your own hand over your mouth to stifle a shriek.  Both hands occupied, Dean dipped his head and nipped at your fingers then whispered in your ear, “Don’t hold back, I want to hear you.” Mutely you shook your head, made a zipping gesture over your lips that had him grinning.

“Good luck with that.” The dark promise in his words made you shiver in anticipation.  But you weren’t prepared for him pull his fingers from you with such abruptness. You were just realizing how empty and needy you felt without when he pressed the blunt tip of his cock to your pussy.  He surged into you with a heavy thrust, his weight letting him push deeply into you while you gasped for breath and dug your fingers into his shoulders.  

The stretch of him wasn’t exactly painful, you were soaking wet and ready, but he didn’t give you any chance to adjust to his size; he pulled out and immediately pushed back in, rough and fast.  Helpless between him and the wall, all you could do was hold on to him for dear life and try to ride it out as he set up a punishing rhythm with a barely-leashed threat of violence that had you on the edge of a climax.  

“That’s it,” Dean breathed into your hair, “that’s it.  Take it right there, baby, just like that.  You take my cock so good, sweetheart, love the feeling of your tight pussy.  So fucking wet for me, aren’t you?”

“Dean, fuck,” you panted, loving the way he knew what his dirty talk could do to you.  

“I am, Y/N, can’t you tell?  Want more?” Somehow he moved faster, harder, a steady creaking coming from the rickety shed holding your combined weight. Your legs found their way around his hips but Dean was holding you at an angle that kept you from being able to do anything except hang on tight.  Not that you were really complaining but it was like having a hurricane between your legs when he was like this.  Like trying to ride a tornado.  

There was no air in your lungs when you whispered his name, your head pressed into the wall to keep it from banging hard enough to give you a concussion.  

His lips quirked and his pace didn’t slow.  “Not good enough, Y/N, the deal was you scream it.”

“So goddamn cocky,” you snarked, then gasped sharply when he pinched a nipple and changed his angle so he was stroking your G spot on each thrust.  Fire speared from your breast to your clit and your pussy spasmed in the way you knew meant your climax was close.  Dean’s smile told you he’d felt it, too.  

“Yeah, tell me that after I make you come so hard that I have to carry you to the car,” he ordered, circling his hips in a circled that had you seeing stars, and not just the ones above you.  His mouth found your throat and his teeth scraped at your skin the way the wall scraped at your back.  His hand found your pussy again and he rubbed ruthless circles on your swollen, hard clit.

“You’re going to come, I can feel it.  You’re going to come all over my cock right here behind this shitty little dive bar because you got all worked up for me.  God, you’re so beautiful when you watch me like you want to fuck me dry, so beautiful when you take my cock so good, baby.”  

“Holy shit, Dean, fuck, fuck,” you moaned, shaking your head.  Your voice was so raw you didn’t recognize it when you felt the first pulse of your climax deep in your pussy, pleasure ripping through you in a flash. “Dean!”

Growling, he tightened his hold on you, the force of his rough movements slamming you into the wall over and over.  He cupped a hand behind your head to cushion it and bit your earlobe, the little pain spurring the pleasure higher.  “Fuck, you feel so good, baby.  Love making you come like this.  Squeeze my cock so good.  You’re gonna make me come if you keep squeezing me like that, so fucking tight and wet and hot for me.”

Desperately you pumped your hips and felt him swell even more inside you.  “Come for me, Dean, please.  Want you to fill me up with your cum, please,” you begged and made him groan.

“Want you to come for me again first,” he panted, hips stuttering when your pussy gripped him like a vice.

Another one right now might actually kill you.  “Later, later,” you promised, marshalling your exhausted muscles to clamp around him. He rewarded you with a grunt and a sharp jolt.  Encouraged, you did it again, scraping your fingers through his hair.  

He groaned, “Fuck, baby, fuck, take it right there.  Take it all, mmm, just like that.”  His steady pace lost all its rhythm as he chased his climax.  Tipping your head back to watch his face, your whole body tingled at the look of intense concentration on his hard face.  God, the way this man loved…  Helpless to do anything else, you pulled him in for a kiss and felt his control snap.  He pounded into you with abandon, neither of you caring that you made too much noise as you held onto Dean and rode out his orgasm with him.

When it was finally over and Dean was breathing hard into your neck, you looked up at the stars again, wondering if they were spinning for anyone else.  Then you bit back a groan as Dean pulled his cock out of your pussy, your muscles feeling pleasantly abused by the wonderfully rough fucking. Gently he let you slide down the wall until your feet were on the ground but you were trapped between him and the shed. Lifting your head with a smile, you reached out to cup his cock, soft and wet from both of you.  He hissed and his hips jerked and you smirked, gently tucking him back into his jeans and zipping him up.  When you gave him a final pat, he chuckled breathlessly.

“Holy shit.”

“Mmm, you can say that again,” you purred, feeling very much like that cat who’d gotten the cream. Lifting your arms over your head, you stretched up on your toes, easing craping muscles with a moan.  “God, Dean, that was… whew…”

There was his cocky grin again.  “That song always gets to you, doesn’t it?”

You turned your nose up and shuffled your skirt and shirt back into place in the limited space he gave you while acting as your shield.  Blandly, you said, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”  Shifting to the side, you slipped past him.  You only got a couple steps before he was gripping your arm and swinging you back around, pulling you close and taking your lips in a hungry kiss.  How he still had that much heat in him after the crazy sex you’d just had, you’d never know.

When he let you go, you were limp and honestly, feeling a little faint.  Bending at the waist to catch your breath, you held up one hand defensively.  “Yes, ok, yes, it drives me up the wall when you sing that song, just don’t kiss me again.”

Dean burst out laughing and laced your fingers with his, tugging you around to head towards the parking lot.  “You’re not going to be saying that by the time we get home,” he promised, dragging his thumb over your knuckles.

Your blood, just barely cooled, started to warm again and you put a little more pep in your step, hurrying to the Impala.  It wasn’t until you were in beside Dean and he was pealing out of the parking lot that you even remembered Sam.  

“What about Sam?”

Dean glanced in the rear view and shrugged.  “We’re only a few miles from the motel, he can walk.  Or maybe he’ll get lucky,” he added optimistically.  

You grinned, shook your head.  “I don’t know, he might be off sex for a while after that little karaoke performance of yours.  He asked me to talk to you about singing sex songs in public again.”  

Not in the least repentant, Dean lifted your hand and kissed your fingers, making your belly flutter. “He’s just jealous he can’t do what I can do.”

Snickering, you asked, “You think so?  I don’t know, he’s not a great singer but he’s got some moves and he’s got that whole tall-as-a-redwood thing going for him.”

Dean shot you a quelling look and blandly ignored that remark.  Letting your hand go, he flipped on the radio, idly scanning.  Familiar chords came out of the speakers and Dean chuckled, turning up the volume, then took your hand again.  “I, I been gone too long; singing my songs on the road…”

Everything :  @feelmyroarrrr​  @docharleythegeekqueen​,  @sistasarah-sallysaidso   @twattingbollocks​ @tinemarie19​  @mad-girl-without-a-box​

SPN:  @evansrogerskitten​

Dean: @rockhoochie​  @akshi8278​

[flamehairedwritings]

omg im newly obsessed with hopper and your hcs are amazing!! could i request something about him maybe being weird about his weight and not wanting to squish you, but you love feeling him on top of you

Omg, thank you so much!! I’m so sorry this is so late!!

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Hopper has always been a bigger guy.

He’s never usually minded, he’s taller, anyway, so he just thought that was how his proportions were and that was it.

It helps with his work, too, helps him to come across more imposing, so he’s never really thought about it.

When having sex with someone, though... thoughts start to creep into his mind.

When he used to go around Hawkins having his one night stands, those thoughts never really came to him because he was so in the moment, chasing his pleasure and that of the person with him.

Of course, when it was your fourth date, and the kissing and touching got a little hotter and heavier, he was thinking about your pleasure, too, but...

It just came into his mind, his size. he didn’t know why. he tried to shove it away, focusing on your hands on him, your mouth, your moans, your smile, but then you’d been on your bed, and he’d been above you... he just couldn’t help it.

Maybe it was because he wanted you to stay around, for this to not be a one time thing and that maybe... well, he’d had more time to think about you than his other pursuits, and he was starting to think that... he didn’t know, maybe you’d looked at him, thought about his weight... of course, you hadn’t, but he didn’t know that.

‘what?’ you murmur as you cup his face, your legs wrapped around his waist, your lips parted, body warm and aching.

He releases a breath, both hands above your head, supporting himself, pushing himself up higher than he needs to be so his stomach won’t touch yours.

‘I...’

His jaw clenches slightly when you raise your eyebrows, and he feels like an ass even as he mumbles it;

‘... don’t wanna squash you.’

Your brow dips, not fully understanding at first, then, your features soften and the backs of your fingers caress his cheek, as you smile.

‘Hopper... I love your body, I think you’re so fucking sexy, come here...’

Tightening your legs around his waist, you press up against him, claiming his lips in a fierce kiss.

All insecurities are forgotten as he finally buries himself inside you, and you moan and arch up against him, breathing out his name.

He never thinks those insecurities again as you caress every inch of him, hold him, grip onto him, kiss every inch of skin you can get to and how you tell him over and over how you love feeling him against you, how you love him trapping you in with his arms and body, how it makes you feel safe when he holds you, just how much you love every inch of him.

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[daughterofthebrowncoats]

My sweet hopper 💜💜💜

[daughterofthebrowncoats]

I’m In Your Hands

Word Count: 9450

Summary: Set in an AU after Season 6, episode 9 “S.R. 819”, Scully and Skinner try to come to grips with their feelings for each other one stormy night.  

Warnings: NSFW, language, unsafe sex, oral (male rec’ing), Scully won’t stop calling him “sir”

Author’s Note: This is my first X Files fic and my first ship fic that I’ve posted on this blog.  I’ve never watched the X Files before so it’s been all new to me and I’m absolutely loving it.  The chemistries between Mulder and Scully and Scully and Skinner are both really well played and I think if they’d continued with Mulder and Scully beign platonic, the obvious thing would have been for Skinner and Scully to have the tension. Mitch Pileggi has even said in an interview that he saw Skinner as being in love with Scully, just very aware nothing could ever come of it.  I think that’s just thinking too small, but so far, no one has responded to my tweets on the matter.  So this was born out of frustration and the fever of finding a new OTP.  I hope you enjoy and if any of my readers is a diehard Mulder x Scully, please forgive me.

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Scully stared up at the ceiling, watching the shadows of tree branches whipping in the storm dance on the plaster and tried to will herself to sleep. It had been weeks ago now, Skinner was fine, things were back to where they had been. She and Mulder working their straight laced cases and keeping a judicious distance from Skinner and the X files.  

But she couldn’t quiet her mind, awful images playing over and over of what might have happened if Mulder hadn’t “stopped by to say hey” when he saw Skinner in the hall. Or if they hadn’t moved fast enough and gotten to work on the problem. Or if what she could only think of as a miracle hadn’t happened at the last minute. She knew Skinner knew more than he’d told them but he hadn’t cracked no matter how she and Mulder had pushed, so she was stuck believing in a miracle. A miracle that had kept her from losing someone close to her again, someone for whom she cared very deeply.

She couldn’t shake the memory of being in his hospital room when she’d gone to talk to him about a possible treatment, that soft, pained smile on his lips when he’d said, “I’m in your hands,” then confessed how he wasn’t afraid to die, just to die in vain…

A bolt of lightning lit up the bedroom in a wash of ultraviolet for one heart stopping moment before the thunder crashed loud enough to shake the walls. Chalking the night up as a loss, Scully climbed out of bed with a shake of her head and pulled on her robe over her pajama pants and tank top, wondering idly if Mulder was up, too. Maybe she’d give him a call and they could talk about nothing in particular until it was time to get dressed for work.

Making for the coffeemaker in her kitchen, it took Scully a second longer than she liked to realize the sudden racket wasn’t thunder but someone pounding on her front door. It was just after three in the morning and everyone knew nothing good ever came from a late night visitor in a storm. Quickly she pulled a gun from its spot on the desk, giving it a quick check as she headed for the door.  Whoever was on the other side had stopped pounding but she could see the shadow of feet, the faint outline of a figure in the peephole. Lifting the gun in rock steady hands, she called, “Who is it?” If it turned out to be Mulder, she’d best be prepared for a mocking of her lack of creativity at late-night-visitor-questioning skills.

There was only the sound of rain for a minute and she cocked the gun, ready to aim for center mass. Then a low voice, barely audible over the storm said, “Agent Scully, it’s Skinner. Can I come in?”

Astonished, Scully stepped forward and pressed an eye to the peep.  Sure enough, there was AD Walter Skinner, her former boss and uncomfortable center of her thoughts tonight, on her doorstep, his bald pate and glasses rain flecked, overcoat drenched. With one hand she flipped locks and slapped on the entry lights with the other. Opening the door and stepping back, she gestured him inside.  “Come in, sir,” she offered, closing the door behind him   When Skinner took a couple steps  and turned back to her, then froze, eyes tracking down.

Scully had and uncomfortable moment of wondering if she’d forgotten some important piece of clothing before she remembered the weapon in her hand. She felt her face flush and deftly uncocked the gun, feeling unacceptably foolish as she said, “I’m sorry, sir.”

“Don’t apologize,” he said with a brusque nod. “I like knowing my agents are ready and able to protect themselves.  Besides,” he added with a faint, wry smile, “it’s not like it’s the first time you pulled a weapon on me.”

“Ha, um, yes, sir,” she agreed awkwardly, then stuck the gun back in the holster that she’d tossed to the floor earlier. Turning, she saw him standing stiffly in the tiled entryway, little puddles forming under his dripping coat, looking like he might drop some kind of bombshell and head back into the storm at any moment.  “Ah, I was just about to make some coffee. Would you like a cup, sir?  And...can I take your coat?”  That was the polite thing to offer when your former boss who was still your superior showed up on your door step in the middle of a three AM thunderstorm, soaked to the skin...right?

An odd look crossed Skinner’s face before he shrugged out of the wet coat and passed it to her. “Some coffee would be great, thanks.”

Nodding, Scully headed to the kitchen, wanting to hang his coat somewhere that the drips wouldn’t soak the carpet. Unable to think of why he might be here except that he’d chosen now specifically to avoid being seen by someone, she fussed with the coffee maker and called over her shoulder, “What’s going on, sir?  Is there something up that you want me to call Mulder in on?”

When Skinner answered from directly behind her, she nearly bobbled the coffee scoop, a handful of coffee grounds skittering across the countertop.  “He’s not here?”

Confused, she shot him look and noted that his austere face held no hints of what was on his mind. “Mulder?  No, sir, he’s not here.  But I can call him over if you want, it’s not a long drive. Do you have something you need to bring us in on?”  Her steady surgeon’s hands didn’t fail her again and she filled the carafe and transferred the water to the machine smoothly, belying the agitation she felt at his question and his presence in her kitchen. She didn’t really want to think about why he had expected Mulder to be in her apartment in the middle of the night.

Voice uninflected, Skinner just said, “No, there’s no need to call Mulder.”

Well, that gave her no clues at all.  Deciding that second and third and fourth guessing what was happening here would only lead to her making a fool of herself, she only nodded and prayed the coffee would percolate faster.

To ease the silence, she asked, “How do you take your coffee?”

“Cream, please.” He was still standing in the kitchen, making the perfectly comfortable space feel cramped.

Tipping her head towards the refrigerator as she pulled down mugs and fished a spoon from a drawer, she said, “There’s a pitcher in the fridge, if you don’t mind, sir.” The sound of him rummaging in her space made her stomach clench and she cursed herself for her stupid crush that she just couldn’t seem to shake. Filled mugs in hand, she turned to see him pull the little cow shaped pitcher from the top shelf; a look of mild amusement crossed his stern face, softening it for just a second.

“A gift from my brother’s wife,” she said when he flicked a glance at her and caught her watching him.

“Cute.”  He gestured back out of the kitchen, catching her off balance when she would have put the mugs down on the kitchen table.  This was a living room sort of conversation?  

Leading the way, she took a seat on one end of the couch while he shrugged out of his dark suit jacket, leaving him in shirtsleeves and with plenty of seats to choose from, only to blink when he sat beside her. Not too close, not close enough to be considered even slightly unprofessional but still a great deal closer than she’d expected him to be. She handed him his mug and noted him splash in a generous amount of cream and give it a stir before taking a long slow sip.

Sipping as well, she waited for him to break the silence.

“I’m sorry for stopping by so late,” he finally said, his big hands cradling the mug for warmth in a gesture she’d never seen him use.

“It’s fine, sir, I wasn’t asleep,” she said offhandedly, figuring he’d let it pass and finally get down to the meat of why he was here.

Of course, since it was just that kind of night, he asked, “The storm keep you up?”

Careful to keep her voice even because she knew how terrible of a liar she was, Scully nodded. “The thunder woke me up and I couldn’t fall back asleep.”

Nodding like he understood perfectly, he took another drink then set his mug down.  “I haven’t been sleeping well myself.”

Feeling a wave of sympathy for him, she wished she could reach out and touch his hand.  “I understand, sir, you went through a lot last month.  We’ve all gone through a lot these last few years.”

“We have,” he agreed simply.  The silence grew again as they both listened to the crashing of the storm over them. Scully didn’t push, finally cluing into the fact that Skinner hadn’t come here for work but for a need of comfort. While they were superior and subordinate, they’d been through hell together and she was willing to provide camaraderie when he needed it, just as she would for Mulder.  Skinner had been there for her enough times she was happy to be able to be there for him.

The coffee was going cold when Skinner finally spoke again.  “This used to be just a job for me.  A job I enjoyed, that I was good at, that I took pride in.  I wanted the Director’s office and I was on my way there. Another couple of years and I’d be the one sitting in the corner office and in on presidential briefings.  I’d have served my country as best I could and be able to retire with my head held high when the time came, then put it aside and enjoy my golden years.”  

Scully kept quiet, hating to do anything to stop the flow of words.    

“I was a Marine, Scully.  Even before moving up as an agent out of the field and into the political rings, I knew what it was to take orders from assholes who’d never stepped in dirt or seen blood in their entire lives.  I’d been ordered to do things I hated, things that gave me nightmares.”  He sighed, leaned back to rest his head on the soft back of the couch.  “Things that I knew were wrong and that put innocent people at risk, but that’s what a good soldier does.  I tried to be a good soldier and when I became an agent, then AD, I tried to help when I could, because I didn’t before.”

This time she didn’t let herself stand on ceremony.  Reaching across the small space between them, she wrapped her hand over one of his, noting how cold and stiff his fingers felt.  He gave her fingers a quick squeeze but he didn’t look at her.

“Then Mulder came around, this spooky kid that has no filter or respect for authority, does whatever the hell he wants and couldn’t give a damn what others think of him. Doesn’t try to be a good soldier, just a good man.”  He shook his head ruefully, a hint of amusement coloring his tone.  “God, he pissed me off so much those first few months, I could have cheerfully strangled him every time he came into my office spouting some wild story nobody in their right mind would believe.”  

Scully huffed out a little laugh; more than anyone else in the world, she could sympathize with the effect Mulder tended to have on people less, say, open-minded than himself.

“Then you were assigned to the X files and I thought, ‘great, she’ll put an end to this and I won’t have to deal with this punk anymore.’”  

“But that didn’t happen,” Scully murmured and saw his lips compress for a moment.

His voice held a touch of bitterness, annoyance.  “No, it didn’t.  Instead of you clearing things up and me getting back to my normal life, I got deeper involved with your X files.  Somehow I’ve done more things outside my lines in the years you two have been under me than in all my years before.”

“You’ve saved our skin more times than I can count,” she offered, meaning it sincerely.  He’d stepped in and blocked the shitstorm for them again and again, even risking his own life and wellbeing to help them.

His fingers tightened on hers for a long second before he released her.  She thought maybe he was going to stand when he shifted his weight forward but he just rested his elbows on his knees, the position pulling his damp shirt tight over the muscles in his back and arms.  “That’s my job now, isn’t it.”  It wasn’t a question so she didn’t reply.  He scrubbed a hand over his jaw, the scruff there that was normally shaved clean rasping in the quiet.  “Even though it’s exactly what I’ve been ordered to not do.  Damn it, I wanted to be a good agent.  But it wasn’t until I started working with you two that I felt I was doing something great.”  

“I think we are, too, sir,” she said gently, wanting him to know she agreed with his assessment. “I don’t know how it’ll end up for us all but I know there’s nothing I could be doing right now except this. It’s not just Mulder working alone and with all of us on it, I really think we’ve got a chance.”  Hesitantly, she rested her hand very lightly on his shoulder, offering support if he wanted it.  “We could not have done so much without having you in our corner, looking out for us.”

Skinner shook his head, not in denial but frustration.  “Mulder.  God, there are days I wish I’d never met him.”

She laughed a little, patted his back, feeling the tension in him ease.  “You and me both, sir, believe me.  There are times I curse my assignment to the X files.  Would you like some more coffee?”  At his nod, she rose and took both their mugs to the kitchen for a warm up.  When she came back in, she caught him checking out the books on the shelves filling one wall.  She added a splash of cream to his mug and stirred it.  “Sir?”  When he turned, she held out the mug and he took it.  Scully was not at all happy with the way her nerves thrummed from where his fingers had brushed hers but she couldn’t stop it.  Hoping the dim light kept him from seeing her blush, she took her spot on the couch again, curling one leg beneath herself and pulling the blanked down from the back to cover her lap.  

Skinner sat in the same spot as before and Scully couldn’t take her eyes from where the fringe of her ratty old afghan rested against his thigh, somehow that seeming more intimate than when she’d held his hand in comfort.  Why was that, she wondered.  Was it just a visual proof that he was here in her home, her space, that he –

“So, why isn’t Mulder here?”

Drinking, Scully cocked and eyebrow at him, and swallowed, confused and wondering if she’d missed a part of the conversation.  Apparently they were done with Skinner talking about himself now? “Why would he be here, sir, we’re not on anything hot at the moment.  No reason for him to be over.”

Dark eyes flicked to her face, his own unreadable.  “I figured what with the way he watches you that you two were spending just as much time out of work together that you do while on shift.”

Arching both brows now, wondering if her ears were playing tricks on her, Scully asked for clarification before she did something rash, “Sir, are you accusing Agent Mulder and myself of, what, clandestine fraternization?”  She knew her tone of voice was pushing the insubordination line but she didn’t particularly care at the moment.  He was asking flat out if she was sleeping with Mulder?  Here she’d been concerned that she’d been too obvious in her crush on him and all along he’d been thinking that she and Mulder –?

“Not accusing, Agent Scully, simply pointing out that if we both are aware of it, there’s no reason to pretend that it’s not happening.”  

His voice was so cool and even that she couldn’t quite believe what she was hearing.  “Look sir, I don’t know what you think you’re talking about, but I can promise you, there’s nothing beyond friendship and partnership between me and Mulder.  If you believed that something …untoward was going on with us, why haven’t you asked us in to talk about it?  Or said something to Kersh?” she demanded.

His voice dropped and she missed what he mumbled, then he raised it and said clearly, “Because I didn’t see that it was causing a problem with your work.  If I’d seen your numbers suffer, I would have.”

She believed him as far as it went but wondered what he wasn’t telling her.  “But it’s a moot point, because there’s nothing going on with us.  There never has been, not on Mulder’s end and certainly not on mine.”  She just didn’t have a way say it any clearer without coming out and telling her former boss that if she was going to sleep with anyone form work, she wanted it to be him.  

That wasn’t a good idea…right?

“Why not?” he asked gruffly and Scully tossed her arms in the air.  

“For the love of – there’s nothing between us like that because we don’t see each other like that. We love each other, yes, but there’s no chemistry between us.  Sleeping with Mulder would be like sleeping with one of my brothers and that’s just…” She broke off and gave a little shudder of disgust.  “Not something I’d like to contemplate.”  Shaking her head to banish the image, she reached for the coffee cup she’d set down; Skinner got to it first, handing it over and making her skin tingle again at the quick brush of skin on skin.  

“If you’re sure,” he said, his doubt as clear as if he’d called her a liar.  

Feeling frustration kindle, Scully scowled at him over the mug rim.  Hastily swallowing, she snapped, “Not that it’s any of your damn business, sir, but I’m not involved with anyone at all, least of all Mulder, and I don’t see that changing anytime soon.”  

Unaccountably, the snippy words, instead of provoking a scowl, caused Skinner’s lips to curve into a small smile.  “No? No one from your old school hanging around?  None of the other agents catch your eye?”

“Jesus,” she muttered, gulping more coffee for lack of anything better to do, “you’re worse than my mother.  Worse than Mulder always badgering me about…”  Realizing what she’d been about to say, she stopped talking to stare down into her mug and wondered how they’d gotten from Skinner needing some emotional reassurance  to her nearly confessing her miserable crush on him.  Maybe it was the storm.  Storms made people do crazy things, right?  She’d have to make a mental note to ask Mulder if there were any X files that featured odd behavior in congruence with storms.

The creak of the couch had her looking up to see Skinner leaning forward to… unlace his dress shoes?  While she watched, mouth agape, he toed off first one then the other, leaving him in just his dark socks.  Settling back, he reached up and loosened his tie, the shush of the material a soft sound under the rain.  Scully couldn’t think of any words that might be appropriate at the moment but she had the distinct impression that she needed to say something, anything, right now.

“Sir –”

“Walter.”  

“What?” she asked, finally managing to pull her gaze from his fingers neatly coiling up his tie to look him in the eye.

“Call me Walter,” he repeated, then added, “if you’re comfortable with it.”  Behind his glasses, his eyes were focused on her with a warm intensity.  

Call him Walter? No, that wasn’t possible, she’d probably not be able to get the first syllable out.  Choosing to ignore the request, she repeated, “Sir…  What are you doing?”  

Setting the coiled tie on the coffee table beside his suite jacket, he opened the top button on his white shirt, then the second.  “Just getting a little more comfortable, Agent Scully,” he answered then pulled afghan up so it covered his legs.  

Feeling a little like she was Alice teetering on the edge of the rabbit hole, Scully asked, “Are you cold, sir?  I’ve got a nice quilt in the hall closet that would, ah, cover you nicely.”  

He waved a hand and said, “No, don’t bother, this is fine, so long as you don’t mind sharing.”

*********************

Fuck, it had been a hell of a night, the memories of what happened last month rolling through his head, making him contemplate getting blackout drunk right there at his desk. Not like it would be the first time. Then the storm had rolled in like fury, lightning streaking across the sky and thunder booming and it was just the last straw.  Getting in his car, he didn’t even know he wasn’t headed for his own apartment until he’d pulled up in front of Scully’s building.  

The way he saw it, he had two choices: put the car back in gear and drive to his own place, or get out of the car and go knock on her door.  The obvious answer was that he leave.  Clearly, that’s what a sane man would do in his place, just put the car in drive and leave.  

He pulled the keys from the ignition and yanked the door handle, freezing rain blasting into the car on a screaming wind.  Gritting his teeth, he shoved the door wider and unfolded his body.  A bolt of lightning lit up the sky with its eerie light and the thunder shook the ground under his feet.  He was instantly soaked, his coat dragging on his shoulders and rain pooling in his collar as he headed for the front of the building.  God, when had it gotten so cold?

Like a man in a dream, he watched his hand form a fist and pound sharply on Scully’s apartment door. It was too loud, he was probably going to wake her neighbors if the storm hadn’t already done so.  Then he saw the faintest movement in the peephole and he stopped pounding on the door.  

He barely recognized his own voice when he answered her question but was grateful when opened the door anyway.  He wouldn’t have blamed her in the least if she’d told him to fuck off.  But the door opened, the warmth and soft light pouring out into the hallway and she moved back so he could come in.  When he turned and saw the gun in her hand, the competent, confident way she held it, he had a flash of pride in her skill as an agent. She’d come a long way in the years since he’d first met her.  

The flash in her eyes when he’d reminded her of the first time she’d held a gun on him made him want to drag her up against his chest and kiss her, the back of his neck prickling with goosebumps under his chill.  This was such a bad idea.

When she offered coffee, he could only be grateful that she wasn’t kicking him back out into the storm without a little creature comfort.  But, damn, he wished she’d stop bringing up Mulder.  Not her fault, it was only reasonable that she’d think this was work related.  Why else would her old boss be turning up on her doorstep in the middle of a storm in the middle of the night, right?  There wasn’t a good reason, which was exactly why he shouldn’t have come.  

He sat down on the couch beside her, wondering if it was his wishful thinking that had him hearing a little indrawn breath or if she’d really made that noise?

Scully’s apartment reminded him of the woman who lived there, neat, uncluttered but with warm colors; she’d used little touches of personality to make it a home.  He sat on the sofa, cradling his coffee and wondered what his apartment said about him.  The house he’d shared for years with his ex-wife had been all her, her décor choices and now that he lived alone, he hadn’t made any real choices on his own.  That was a little sad, wasn’t it?

He opened his mouth, meaning to ask Scully something to break the silence that had formed after his lame question about the storm.  Instead, when he began to talk, the words just poured out like he’d been lanced.  But it was cathartic, too, and he immediately felt better.  Or maybe that was just Scully’s hand on his, her fingers warm on his chilled skin.  What wouldn’t he give to have them on him for longer, covering more of his skin?  A quick slideshow of images played in his mind, heating his blood, a warning that he was closer to the edge than he should be. In a moment of sanity, he let her hand go, leaned forward to keep himself from reaching for her.

Her fingers still nearly singed him through the fabric of his shirt when she laid her hand on his back and he was seconds from having to get up to get away when she stood and went for more coffee.

By the time she came back, he felt more in control.  The books on her book case had reminded him of Mulder, a scattering of his occult type books amongst Scully’s medical journals.  If he was really trying to be a good guy then he just had to remember that a good guy didn’t poach on someone else’s woman.  Of course, a good guy also probably wouldn’t sit so close to that woman that their thighs were nearly touching in the hopes that she might feel compelled to put a comforting hand on him again, either… Ok, well, maybe tonight he’d just shoot for being an alright guy.

Figuring it was best to just address the elephant in the room, he bit the bullet and asked about Mulder, expecting to hear he’d taken off on some wild hair to parts unknown, like when he’d gone to the Bermuda Triangle to search for something without bothering to tell a soul.  On the other hand, it Mulder hadn’t taken off like that, Scully never would have come bursting into his office looking like an avenging angel, fire in her eyes.  And she’d never have kissed him for coming through for her.  God, he’d been too stunned to react when she’d pressed her slender body to his, pulled him in to crush his mouth with hers.   Which was probably a good thing because he figured that if he had a second to think, he have shoved her up against the elevator wall and kissed her back good and hard and…  Well, that’s not a good guy train of thought, he tried to remind himself, but damned if she didn’t make it hard – hold on, what?  

“I figured with the way he watches you that you two were spending just as much time out of work together that you do while on shift.”  And the way Mulder watched her never failed to prick Skinner’s temper. Didn’t the man have any sense of self-preservation?  Or worry about Scully’s reputation at all?

The sound of her vehement denial was a balm to his soul, but, emotional masochist that he was, he prodded a little more.  Just to be sure.  The heat of her annoyance warmed him to his toes and he felt some of the black ice in his veins melt.  He wondered what Mulder had been badgering her about that brought color to her cheeks like that and made it so she had difficulty holding eye contact with him.  Maybe it was time to push them both just a little.

Feeling miles better than he had when he’d arrived at her apartment, he look a moment of simple pleasure at the relief of taking his shoes off after nearly twenty-two hours straight, flexing his toes in his socks.  The sudden silence on Scully’s part was interesting, wasn’t it?  And so was the way Scully seemed to have trouble looking away from his hands as he casually pulled off his tie and coiled it up on the coffee table.  

Her blank, “What?” when he suggested she call him by his first name brought a smile to his lips. Scully was not the kind of agent that he’d found ever at a loss for words and there was something powerful about being able to distract her busy mind.  The intensity in the look on her face as she watched him open the top couple buttons on his shirt stirred his blood and he pulled a corner of the afghan over his legs for the sake of decorum.

Waving away her offer to get a quilt for him, he calmly picked up his coffee again, content to let the silence linger.  When he’d pulled some of her blanket over to his side, he’d taken the opportunity to slide a fraction closer to her so more of his leg pressed to hers, the warmth of her evident through her thin pajama pants and robe.  He wondered if she could feel him too, if the contact felt as good to her as it did to him; not quite content to only savor it, he had to focus hard to keep from reaching for her.  

The crack of thunder directly overhead, the first in several long minutes, made them both start and he gave a self-deprecating little chuckle.  “Guess the storm’s not quite done with us,” he said as the sound of rain on the roof and windows picked up to a roar again.  

Scully studiously didn’t look at him when she stiffly, “It’s supposed to go on into the morning, I think the report said earlier.”  She was still apparently annoyed about his little misreading of the situation between her and Mulder, while he was feeling pretty damn chipper about it.

Spotting a remote on the table beside her, Skinner reached past her shoulders and picked it up, flicking on the TV, feeling the way she flinched at his touch.  Not wanting to push her – which was a lie, he wanted to push her up, down, or against any nearby flat surface – he resisted the temptation to leave his arm around her.  She wasn’t the kind of woman who responded well to being treated like the little woman, no matter how badly he felt like pulling her into his lap and cradling her there.

And that way lay trouble.  Scully was not the kind of woman a man pressed into sex and no matter how he wanted to pull her close, touch her and have her touch him, he had no proof she wanted him.  Yet. Just because she wasn’t sleeping with Mulder didn’t mean she would be open to jumping into bed with him, no matter how often he caught her sneaking glances at him.  

But, God, he hoped that’s what those looks meant…

Skinner had enough hard won self-control to recognize he was aching to move things much too fast so he forced himself to focus on the all-night weather channel, the colors of the radar swirling brightly.  You didn’t have to be a meteorologist to recognize that they weren’t even halfway through the storm system and he grimaced at the idea of driving home to his cold, empty apartment where he’d have to sit alone and listen to the storm.  Even though his spirits were ten times lighter than they’d been, that thought was enough to dampen his newly cheered attitude.

Knowing it was the right thing to do, that he’d asked enough of her tonight and he needed to leave before he did something stupid that he couldn’t come back from, he tensed to stand, reluctant to head back into the night when he’d only just gotten comfortable, reluctant to pull away from Scully’s soft warmth.  Her hand coming to rest on his leg locked his muscles in place and he couldn’t have stood if the roof caved in.    

“You don’t have to leave.”  

The words were kind but he didn’t want to push his luck.  “I appreciate that, but I think it’s best if I head out.”  Her hand didn’t shift off his leg so he curled his own around it, savoring the feel of her skin on his again and wished he didn’t know he had to go.  Would it be such a bad idea to stay here?  The delicate bones of her fingers moved under his and he wanted to slot their fingers together and keep holding on to her.

*********************

“It’s late and it’s still pouring.  Why don’t you at least say until the rain lets up again?”  Was that her voice?  Surely that attempt at a sex kitten purr didn’t come from her.  Because there was no way that she was pressing her hand to her superior’s thigh and inviting him to stay the night.  Obviously, that could not be happening.  

Except that it seemed that it was, and he seemed to be swaying.  

“Scully, I, ah, think it would probably be for the best if I left,” he said, his deep voice most defiantly hoarser than it had been.  She held back a shiver and wondered what his response would be if she pressed her back to his chest and asked him to keep talking.  He’d probably look at her like she’d grown an extra head and possibly horns.  And that made her think of Mulder and that made her mad all over again.  

Facing the TV, because that was the only way she felt she could have this conversation, she asked, “Did you really think Mulder and I were sleeping together?”  

Beside her, she felt him subside back onto the cushion, though he stayed distinctly stiff beside her.  “Yes,” he said gruffly.  “It just something about the way you two work together, the way you’re in sync even when you’re at each other’s throats.  That kind of intimacy makes it easy for an outsider to see how it could lead to another kind.”

Scully let that process, wondered aloud, “How many others think it, then?”

Skinner cleared his throat and offered, “I doubt anyone gives it much thought.  Most of the agents ignore Mulder – and so you by extension – whenever possible.  It’s that whole ‘Spooky Mulder’ thing, people seems to think that if they get too close, it’ll rub off on them.”

Unable to help the laugh, she nodded.  “He does tend to come on a little strong when you’re not expecting it.  And while it’s not exactly fair but I suppose I understand it. But you never worried about getting too close.”  She realized what she was saying, remembered vividly the thoughts that had been racing through her mind just an hour ago: Skinner, in pain, scared and trying to hide it, the way he’d flinched from her touch.  A fresh wave of emotion cramped her belly and she dipped her head, mortified when her eyes pricked with tears.  

“Scully.”  One big hand curled around her arm when he wrapped his around her shoulders.  “What is it?”

Keeping her face turned away so he wouldn’t see her cry, she struggled to calm her voice. “Last month, when you were poisoned. We could have lost you.  There wasn’t anything we could do to help you, after all the times you’ve saved my ass and Mulder’s.  I couldn’t stop the carbon from multiplying, couldn’t save you. I don’t know what happened and I don’t have an explanation but I –”  She broke off, gulping hard, realizing she was perilously close to losing it.

“Hey, it’s ok. It’s all ok, I’m fine, right?  You saw for yourself when I came back, I’m fine,” he said and gently rubbing her arm.

Shaking her head hard, she whispered in a tight voice, “You nearly died.  You put yourself in my hands that night and I almost let you die.”

She felt his chest shift with his sigh then he pulled her close to him, tucked her head under his chin and just held her, giving her comfort like she’d given him.  “It takes more than a little poisoning to kill me,” he pointed out and earned a weak laugh.  

“I guess,” she sniffled, trying discreetly to wipe her nose and hoped she hadn’t gone all blotchy. A pretty crier she was not. Neither of them spoke for a few minutes then she said, soft enough that he almost didn’t catch it, “Stay. Please.”  She felt his nod against her head, felt his arm around her tighten when she sighed into his shirt.  

She’d almost drifted off to the steady thumping of his heart under her ear when he spoke in a low voice, barely more than a sigh, so soft she didn’t think he meant for her to hear it.  “That night, and here tonight, and every night since nearly since I met you, Dana, I’ve been in your hands.”    

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Watery light playing on her face made Scully’s face scrunch and she turned her head on the pillow to avoid it.  Except, she shouldn’t be able to see morning light from her bedroom?  And why was her pillow hard and hot?  The memory of the night shot through her and she abruptly came to full wakefulness, wondering if Skinner had felt her shifting.  If he was still asleep, she might be able to ease away and put a little distance between them before he woke and found her cuddled up to his chest.  Just as she tensed to slide backwards, his arm tightened around her shoulder, stilling her.

“I’m awake.” His voice was deep and raspy with sleep, rumbling pleasantly under her cheek.  

Face heating, Scully said, “God, I’m sorry, sir,” and pushed back against his supporting arm. He held her for a moment longer then let his arm drop away.  When his fingers brushed her hip, she jumped and braced her weight on him for leverage, only to yelp when he hissed and wrapped one big hand around her wrist.  

“Steady there, agent,” Skinner bit out, eyes going from sleepy to sharp real quick.  

In shock, Scully looked down at his hand and found her own on his thigh, pressed way too high for comfort, fingers gripping the frim muscle.  Distinctly ungraceful, she yanked her hand away and overbalanced, would have sprawled across his lap in an undignified heap if he hadn’t steadied her. Warm hands on her arms made her shiver and things went abruptly still as she looked up from where she lay half atop him. His dark eyes found hers then flicked down to her mouth.  She was watching his lips when they parted.  

Whether it was his hands pulling or hers pushing up, Scully didn’t know.  All she knew was that somehow, suddenly she was kissing AD Walter Skinner for all she was worth and unlike the last time she’d done this, he was kissing her back with enough heat to have her fingers digging into his shoulders to drag him closer.  His arms wrapped around her, hard bands that crushed her to him chest to chest.  Their tongues battled to explore, no tentativeness between them now that they’d crossed the line.

With a grunt of dissatisfaction, he changed his grip to boost her up and over him so she was fully astride his lap, using her distraction as she sought balance to take control of the kiss.  Wrapping on hand in her short, bright hair, he angled her head just where he wanted her so he could take the kiss deeper.

Scully sucked hard on his tongue then dragged her teeth over him, glorying in his sharp curse. Her breathless laugh cut off when his hand in her hair moved to her neck and forced her head up so his mouth had access to her throat, taking shameless advantage of the exposed skin.  This time it was his teeth digging in and making her curse, had her moaning his name harshly.  His hand splayed over her back and she arched her neck, offering the soft skin to him.  He took the invitation at once, his lips kissing a path from her throat to her chest. When he reached the edge of her tank top, he released her hair and stroked her waist, giving her the chance to pull back if she wanted to.

More than willing, she reached down herself and pulled the tank up and over her head, letting it fall where it may, her hands finding Skinner’s head to pull him up for a long, sumptuous kiss.  By the time he pulled away to return to exploring her skin, she was breathing hard and near to melting into him.  

The pressure of his hungry mouth on her skin had Scully leaning back over his supporting arm, letting him take her weight while she cupped his head in one hand, directing his willing mouth where she wanted him.  There was barely leashed passion in the way he took one of her nipples into his mouth, drew deep on her until she was moaning and rolling her hips over his lap. The vibrations of his groans shot through her nerves and encouraged her to grip his shoulder for leverage to ride him more firmly.  

Though the fabric of his shirt abrading her breasts made her feel wanton and wild, she needed to feel his skin under her hands, her mouth.  She fumbled with his buttons, the angle awkward what with his head in the way and she’d only managed to undo the topmost button before Skinner growled and reluctantly lifted his lips from her to yank his shirt off, uncaring that he popped a couple buttons off in his haste.  All he cared about was getting more of her hot, sweet taste, needing more of the sounds she gave him when he scrapped his teeth over her tight nipples.

She was so responsive to the stimulation that he could cheerfully have spent hours right where he was, listening to her pant his name, relishing the bite of her nails as she moved against him.  But Scully had other plans and after a few moments she got her busy hands back to work, reaching between them and working at his belt.  

When she released the belt, she let out a triumphant laugh, making quick work of his zipper and reaching into his slacks with eager fingers.  Her name was a prayer on his lips when she curled her hand around his erection.  He wanted to look down but was afraid he’d lose control like a teenager if he saw her hand wrapped around his hard cock and he was determined not let that happen. This first time Scully, he’d wait until he was inside her to come if it was the last thing he did.  From the pounding of his heart, he was half afraid it would be, but if this was how he went, at least he’d die happy.

“Oh, God, sir, you’re – umph!”  

Out of self-preservation, Skinner crushed Scully’s mouth under his, knowing his control would not last hearing her sweet voice listing off his qualities in that annoyingly, adorably methodical way of hers.  Later, he promised himself, later he would lay on his back in a comfortable bed and let her describe whatever she wanted, in great detail.  

Under her soft, strong hand, he felt himself throb at the image, wildly wondering if she’d still be calling him “sir” then.  Oh, fuck, if she did, he wasn’t going to last more than five minutes.  And how bad was it that he desperately wanted her to?  It would be like one of his fantasies where he took her from behind, bent over his desk, while she gave him her report on a case.

Jesus, he was going to die if he didn’t get inside her, now.

“Dana,” he breathed against her lips, gripping her hip with one hand and urging her against his cock. “I need to be in you so badly. Please.”  Begging wasn’t beneath him by any means, not with something this important on the line.  Scully, just as desperate, lifted up onto her knees, one hand still stroking him, the other helping him shove her loose pants down her legs.  Twisting, she manages to free on leg completely and that was enough for both of them.  While she boosted up over him, Skinner reached between her sleek thighs, the skin silky and soft, the muscles beneath strong and quivering.  She was hot and ready for him, shaking when he eased two fingers inside her pussy.  When he brushed her clit with his thumb, she shuddered and changed her grip on his cock, sinking down over him until the tip was brushing her center.  

Torn between making her come on his fingers and thrusting up into her, Skinner lifted his head and searched her face.  Her eyes were closed and her lower lip was clamped between her teeth.  Then she seemed to feel his gaze and opened her blue eyes; they’d gone hazy and dark with lust and it was all he could do to not drag her down and plunge into her.  Despite the coiling lust in his own system that urged him to take, take her now, he found control to push her hair back from her damp cheek, look her in the eye. “Be sure,” he ordered, sending up a prayer.

“I’m sure. Please, fuck me.  Now.”  She wriggled on him, coating his head with her slick heat.

Never one to disappoint a lady, he pulled her down, thrusting up to meet her and driving deep, slow but firm.  Over his own grunt of pleasure, he heard Scully call out and he held still, savoring the way her wet pussy rippled around him as she tried to adjust to his size. Maybe wasn’t very PC of him but he loved how small she was compared to him.  Just the perfect size to lift and bend and twist any way he wanted.  And fuck, he had so many ideas on that front, so many, many positions he wanted to get her into.  

Carefully, he eased himself out, rocked back into her, letting Scully’s moans guide him.  When bumped her sensitive G spot inside and she hissed his name, he smirked and used his grip on her hips to pull her back and forth just right there.  He could feel her getting wetter, if that was possible and had to tighten his hold on her to keep her steady when she would have jacked up the speed.  

“Easy,” he murmured, controlling the motion and speed with his hands on her hips, “if you go too fast, this’ll be over too soon.”

Already panting, she said, “That’s fine, we can just do it again.”  She squirmed against his restraining hold, trying to buck her hips, hissing with frustration when he effortlessly resisted her attempts to take control.

He leaned forward to kiss the soft skin of her shoulder, scraping her with his teeth. “I’ve waited too damn long for this to rush it now.  So you’re just going to have to be a good girl and take it.”  Then it was his turn to hiss when she dug her nails into his shoulders in retaliation.  Lifting his head from where he’d been sucking love bites into her pale skin, he scowled at her.  Giving her a little shake, he growled, “Scully, I don’t want to hurt you.”

She shook her head, met his eyes with fire in hers.  “I’m not made of glass.”  Digging in her fingers again, she leaned in and nipped his ear hard enough to sting, spread her legs wider so he had to take more of her weight if wanted to run the show.  “I’m not about to break if you touch me too hard, I swear.  Right now, I need to feel you filling me up like I’ve always imagined, deep and hard, over and over again until I’m coming around your cock and you’re calling my name and – ”

Skinner’s mouth covered hers, his new preferred method of shutting her up.  Taking her at her word, he loosened his hold and let her take the reins.  Her body rocked into his as she eagerly took him deep.  One of his hands stroked her thigh, marveling in the feeling of the strong muscles flexing rhythmically with her movements.  Letting his head fall back on the couch, he let himself bask in the sight of Scully riding him; the silvery morning light turned her skin pearly and made her hair glow like fire in the dim room.  She was breathtaking with her own head tipped back, eyes closed, hips rising and falling, her breasts with their pebbled nipples bare for him. Like the best dream he could ever think of.

Hands wandering with his eyes, he focused on where his cock was sliding into her slick pussy. Licking one thumb, he stroked it over her hard clit and loved the way she jolted and gasped, ground down on him. “That’s it,” he coaxed, fisting his hand in her hair to pull her head down to his, letting himself start thrusting into to her, meeting her faltering movements firmly.  He worked her with his thumb and his cock and whispered praises against her lips, loving her shivers and moaned curses.  

“That’s it, Dana, just let go.  Let yourself go for me, I’ve got you,” he urged when he felt her pussy start to pulse. There was nothing in the world he wouldn’t give to watch Scully come apart in his arms right here, right now.

Scully strained over him, letting her fingers grip Skinner hard, but he didn’t complain.  If anything, the little pricks of pain seemed to goad him to fuck her harder, his words getting filthier by the minutes. Who knew stern, stoic AD Skinner had such a mouth on him?

“I cannot fucking wait to feel you coming around me, your hot, wet, little pussy milking my cock dry.  Going to come so deep inside you that you’ll be dripping me for days.  I’ll see you in the office, looking so cool but I’ll know what happening in those little panties of yours, you getting all sweet and slick for me –”

She gasped, back bowing then snapping her forward as she started to come, his name a strangled cry through clenched teeth.  His mouth found hers, his tongue moving in time with his cock until she was gasping for breath, breaking the kiss to gulp air like a diver surfacing.  When she fractured, lost all her rhythm, he was right there, pounding up into her, giving her the friction she needed to keep the climax rolling through her until she’d rung every drop of pleasure out of it as his cock rubbed her clit with each stroke.  The waves crashed over her again and again until she wasn’t sure where each one ended and all she could do was hold on to him for dear life and try to ride it out.

Dimly over the pounding in her head, she heard him calling her name as he came with her, could feel his cock throbbing inside her core, flooding her with his cum.  The feeling made aftershocks ripple out from her center to her toes and fingertips, alternately numbing and setting her nerves on fire.  Involuntarily, her pussy clenched weakly around Skinner’s spent cock and he growled into her throat, the stimulation painfully pleasurable to his sensitive flesh. But, despite the obvious tenderness, he kept his grip on her, kept her pinned to his lap, refusing to let her up when she would have eased off him to give him relief.  

Feeling giddy and powerful, she leaned in to kiss him lightly, both of them panting as they came down from the ridiculous high.  Their noses bumped as their lips brushed.  Scully found herself smiling at the sweetness after the passion, wondering if this was when she was supposed to start feeling awkward.  But all she felt was pleasantly used up.  Maybe a little sore.

Holy hell, who knew those flashes of temper and fury she’d seen in him would translate to what just happened here?  God, what else was he hiding under his normally disciplined, unruffled exterior? Suddenly, she couldn’t wait to find out.

Filled with a renewed energy, Scully pressed nipping kisses to Skinner’s throat, exposed by his head resting on the back of the couch.  His eyes were closed, his hands loose on her waist.  

Weakly, his hands flexed on her skin and he murmured, “What do you think you’re doing there, Agent Scully?”

Her lips curved in a smirk.  In all the times he’d said those words to her or Mulder, she’d never heard them uttered with such bone deep satisfaction.  Putting innocence in her voice, she said, “Nothing at all, sir.  Why do you ask?”

“You’re a terrible liar.”

She grinned, scraped her teeth over his jaw then closed them on his bottom lip, tugging until his eyes opened.  They were hazy, going sleepy again, softer than she’d ever seen.  It warmed her to her core, keeping away any doubts she might have over what they’d just done.  

“Mhm, I’ve been told.” She shift back to give herself room as she kissed her way down his chest.  The move had his softened cock sliding out of her pussy, leaving her feeling empty when she slipped down to her knees between his spread thighs.  The fact that he was still wearing his suit pants turned her on to no end and she reveled in the way the fabric rasped at her sensitive nipples.

“You know,” he said, tangling one hand in her hair, “you should probably work on that.  It can be an important skill in an invest – oh, fuck –” He broke off with an abrupt groan when her lips brushed over his cock, his big and clenching on her head to pull her closer.  “Scully, I – shit, damn it – I’m not as young as I used to be.”

Lifting her mouth from where she was driving him crazy, she offered politely, “Do you want me to stop, sir?”

He rasped out a laugh, both hands on her head now, guiding her back so her lips and tongue were on his cock again.  “Hell, no.”

“Good because otherwise I was going to have to insist, sir; I’ve dreamed of sucking your cock for too long to let you walk out the door without doing it.”  She dipped her head and licked him from base to tip, sucking until she felt him growing in her mouth, hardening under her tongue.  When she glanced up, still working her mouth over him, the sight of him with his head tipped back, eyes closed, was better than any fantasy she’d had over the years.  When she cupped his sac in one hand and massaged him gently, he opened one eye, then both when he saw her watching him.  

“Jesus, I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything hotter than the way you look right now, your lips stretched around me.”  She gave him a hard suck and he exhaled harshly, gripping her hair tight.  “You’re going to kill me.”

Lifting her mouth from him, his hands shaking as he kept himself from holding her just where he wanted her, she smiled sweetly at him and promised, “You’re not going to die, not yet.  I’m going to make you feel better than you ever have before, all you have to do it let yourself go.  Just lay back and let me love you.”

He didn’t so much as blink at her slip of the tongue and the use of that too-important word.  Instead, a smile that was warm with affection and hot with lust turned his firm lips up and he brushed her hair back, cupping her flushed and damp cheek.  “I know. I’m in your hands.”

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I don’t know who needs to hear this, but: Walter Skinner Fucks

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fucks good, I think you mean

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Based on the cold opening of Avatar, Walter Skinner looks like a great lay, tbh.

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