I'm going to remove the cuffs now and then I need you to please forget-' 'What about what I need? After two attempts, the chair fractured beyond repair, and he had freed himself without requiring her intervention. Scully felt her legs almost give out underneath her, as he grabbed at her without another word.
Skinner claimed her mouth again, kissing her deeply, using his tongue to silence her. She lapped at him, still hungry for contact and dizzy from his brutal caresses. His lips tore at her throat, making the delicate white skin pink and raw, his stubble scratched her, and Dana whined with need. He didn't speak as he forced the hem of her skirt up past her thighs, her pupils dilated as he ripped her panties off and stuffed them into his trench coat pocket.
There was nothing left to say. Skinner inhaled her scent, Scully felt feral as he held her legs open and kissed her deeply between them. His noise of approval silenced her doubt. It made her feel powerful again, strong, sensual and a woman in every sense of the word.
She braced herself on his broad shoulders, stretching a leg over his back as he kept her open to him and began lapping at her with increased hunger. It was wrong, so wrong and so perfect. Scully watched with wide eyes as Skinner ate her with a ferocity she could hardly believe. She felt more than ready to beg now. Her impending release made her desperate. Skinner seemed to know when she'd started to lose control, could feel her panic at the thought.
He held her in place, made it clear that there was no use in fighting it and she whimpered helplessly as the first wave hit her. It crashed over her again and again. In a bid to avoid screaming too loud, Scully bit down hard on the back of her hand. She couldn't even remember the last time she'd felt such pure, pleasure. Skinner was gentle as she floated back to earth, he kept kissing her lovingly- tasting her orgasm deeply, drinking his fill of her.
Skinner didn't seem fazed by her words of reason as he pressed himself tight against her, entering her with a grunt of pleasure.
He loosened his grip on her - allowing gravity to play its part, Scully cried out in shock and relief as she opened up to him. Suddenly he was in her deep - so deep it ached.
He seemed temporarily blinded by how tight Dana was. She wondered if he could tell how long it had been since she'd last been with a man. Skinner laughed with relief as he held her hips in an iron grip, keeping her in place as he withdrew and instantly stuffed her heat tight and full again.
After a few slow and shallow thrusts, he was lubricated and decided that she could take all that he had. He was a big man, too big to fuck her hard until she was ready. Soon the pleasure was absolute and all-consuming, Skinner laughed again as her head dropped onto his shoulder - her moans low in his ear. Dana distantly wondered what madness had seized them both.
She had believed that Skinner was willing to kill her. It had never occurred her that he might also be ready and willing to fuck her. Losing Mulder had made her paranoid and reckless, there was no proof quite like her boss hammering her senseless in her partner's apartment.
Skinner was usually proud of his staying power, but he knew that Dana would strip him of this ability if she kept keening in his ear. When he tried to shrug her off, she bit his neck and licked the hurt spot with her hot little tongue.
Skinner growled in anger and frustration. It was clear that she wouldn't let this last - she seemed to revel in his lagging control. It was only a matter of time before a concerned neighbour checked in or called the police, Dana screamed as Skinner gave her everything he had.
He sounded like an animal, his strength and the power and the grit of it all made her lose it. Her orgasm took Skinner off guard. He almost broke his stride when she began panting and crying out his surname for the whole building to hear. He felt like he was God almighty as she screamed his name and started to come for him. Skinner gripped her hard enough to leave bruises - he was blind with lust and power- dead to the world and all reason, as he raced to join her.
Soon he shuddered against her and came with a low groan. His frantic thrusting slowed, and Scully felt the hot essence fill her. She soaked it all up with hums of contentment, Skinner was laughing again with relief, or was it disbelief? It was hard to tell, but either way, he didn't stop moving until she'd drained him completely. Neither of them spoke as he eventually lowered her back down onto the ground, she tested her feet as he withdrew and stepped away- giving her space. Scully was busying herself by readjusting her clothes and avoiding his gaze.
It took all her courage to smile at him politely before shaking her head, refusing him. I'll get a cab home. He was almost out of the apartment when she said the last words she would ever utter on the subject. This fic takes place in an alternate universe. I wasn't happy with how The X-Files ended so I guess you could call this my fix-it fic. I will reference spoilers in this note and in this fic so if you have not watched X-Files all the way through then this might not be the best reading material for you.
Dana Scully was an incredible character who IMO was forced to suffer far too much throughout the shows run. In my universe she is never raped by science, nor is she forced to give up the child that she waited so many years to conceive.
I think the show and storylines could have retained its high standard while also allowing room for Dana Scully to have a halfway normal domestic existence outside of work. Walter Skinner was another brilliant character on the show who should have had more screen time and who certainly deserved better treatment than he got.
An awful cliffhanger ending that I personally, couldn't stand! Plain text with limited HTML? The frustrating need, the fear and pain at the prospect of Dana never leaving that hospital.
Yet again, he inevitably found himself recalling their last conversation before the panel meeting. He'd tried in vain to reason with Scully, but she'd insisted on shutting him out and had labelled him a liar.
Just another person who had used her. It had dawned on him as she'd scorned his concerns, that although for the most part, he considered himself an honest man, there was also some truth in her words. In a way, he was just like all the others. He was guilty of covering up the death of a postal worker, an innocent woman. He'd done smoking man's dark bidding — he'd broken the law.
Not only that, but he'd also used Scully's body for his pleasure — satisfying his own selfish needs on more than one occasion. He knew that she'd been vulnerable on each of those occasions, but he'd let his overwhelming desire for her rule his actions. There was an angry part of him that still contended that this was all she would ever let him do. That she would allow him to use her flesh, touch her body but never her heart or soul. Even at this stage, Skinner was in denial about that fact.
Accepting that she could never feel anything for him was always too much to bear. Skinner was sensible to the validity in her words, but he could not allow her to ruin her career with them. They were both angry when she'd ignored his well-meant advice in the university halls. As she turned her back on him, he lost control. Her outright denial of all his attempts to reach out to her had caused his patience to shatter. As he grabbed her by the wrist, she swung back around to face him, her eyes flashing danger - she looked ready and willing to strike him.
When an elevator sounded nearby, they feigned control for the sake of a man who stepped off it. He seemed naturally curious about the tension between them. Skinner waited till the man had vanished from sight before taking up her wrist again. She complained as he dragged her onto the elevator before the doors closed after them. He wanted to yell, to cry, to beg her to never accuse him of being someone that could hurt her.
Skinner knew well enough that his anger and hurt was no match for the anguish she was suffering through at that moment. She could easily dwarf such emotions with the intensity of her own. So, he did what he knew that she could accept and relate to, although it didn't go over too well at first. Let me out of here! Skinner pushed past her first though and deliberately held the elevator between floors - further enraging her.
When he kissed her, she shoved him away — angry and shocked by his unfortunate timing. This time he used his weight to press her into the cold steel wall. His hands travelled down her sides to the curve of her hips which he took up in a hard grip. The friction brought him some relief, and he heard her moan unwillingly before gasping as he did it again. When he tried to claim Dana's mouth again, she let him and eventually kissed him back.
They were frantic, angry and ready to burst. Skinner kept her pinned against the wall, a handful of hair in his fist as he held her in place, biting her lips and pulling on her tongue. He was rocking against her, and she wanted out of her clothes quickly, before she could remember reason again.
He was reaching down between them to work his fly zipper open when the heat suddenly drained from his eyes. Scully knew what had happened before he said it aloud. Walter very carefully let her slide back down onto her feet and tried to gain control over his breathing. Scully swiped at the line of blood travelling from her nose towards her top lip and shook her head as if it was of no real consequence.
I hurt you! It dawned on Scully that he'd never seen this happen to her before so naturally, he was shocked. Still, the look of fear and sympathy he now presented to her was unacceptable, and she instantly rejected it. She put the elevator back into motion — composing herself, turning away from him again. Many hours later, somewhere around two in the morning, Skinner finally felt brave enough to enter Dana Scully's hospital room.
He had waited in the car park for Mulder's inevitable visit, biding his time until he'd gone home before he went to her. Her room was dark and quiet except for the soft whir and hum of medical equipment nearby. Dana was sleeping so he entered quietly, pulling a chair up to her bedside and gazing down at her. She didn't stir when he very gently placed his hand over hers. It was paramount that he didn't wake her, Scully being scared or angry was the last thing he ever wanted.
And tonight he had something that needed saying. Once again, he knew that his motivations were ultimately selfish. Dana was fading away fast, and in his heart, he felt that he would be damned forever if he didn't clear his conscience. I know that you probably wouldn't want to see me right now and I don't blame you, either.
There's something I need to tell you, and honestly, it scares me so - it's better that you're asleep. Better this way, I think. Skinner contemplated begging her to please never leave him. He struggled and fought the urge to cry over her. It took him some time to conquer that need and control his breathing. I guess it was just the first time I saw you. Way before you started working with Mulder, I suppose you must have been in the academy still.
I was sparring down at the South Street gym on a Saturday afternoon with some guy. I don't remember his name. It was early February, and it had already rained a lot that day. Anyway, I was still in the ring — talking by the ropes with Jack Willis. He'd finished his workout, and he was talking with me about football, we were guessing who would take the super bowl that year. I thought it would be the Washington Redskins. He kept his voice low — barely above a whisper as he went on.
You had shown up to give Jack a ride home, and you said that you'd had to park down the street — so you'd got caught in the rain. Your hair was longer back then, and it was wet through.
You took off your parka that was dripping all over the floor, and you were wearing some ordinary outfit. Faded jeans and a white t-shirt, I think. Then you looked at me and, I'd never — I've still never seen eyes as blue as yours. Jack didn't introduce us, we never exchanged one word and then I watched as you both left together, his arm over your shoulder.
I'd considered myself a happily married man back then, Dana. I had. Suddenly, seeing you there with him - I felt so twisted up and sick with jealousy. I told myself that if I ever saw you again, then I would talk to you - I would make sure you remembered me. I never thought that a few years later you'd be reporting to me, that I'd get to see you daily.
It just seemed like such a cruel joke because I could tell when we met in my office that you didn't remember me at all. Worse still, I saw that you didn't trust me. Despite what I'd promised myself all those years before, I couldn't seem to change your mind. It's my biggest regret, you know? I made you hate me back then, and I guess I've done that again, haven't I? I don't always handle it well when I care about people. I know that I've made some mistakes — some bad ones, but I think I could live with myself if you would only forgive me, Scully.
You have to know how sorry I am Skinner swallowed his grief and pressed his forehead gently to the back of her hand, waiting there until he had command over his emotions again. He placed a tender kiss against her wrist before stealing out of her room as silently as he'd entered it. After the door had sounded, signalling his exit, Dana Scully opened her eyes in the darkness and rolled onto her back - a solitary tear sliding down her pale cheek.
Walter Skinner didn't have much family left. Most of his relatives lived in Texas, and none of them had strayed more than ten miles from where they'd been born and raised. Both of his parents had long since passed on, and ever since he'd lost Sharon, there was only one person who checked in with him at the holidays.
Lyle Skinner worked as a contractor down in Phoenix, Arizona, He lived with his wife, Sylvie and two little girls in a three-bedroom house tucked away in a quiet, safe neighbourhood. He had taken it upon himself to see to it that his younger brother had a happy Christmas. Walter appreciated the thought, but despite Lyle's best efforts, he inevitably felt like an intruder.
Seven-year-old Robin and her five-year-old sister, Cindy were both overtired by dinner time, and they argued throughout the meal. Skinner passed up the offer of wine and wondered how long he would have to linger downstairs before he could break into the scotch he had stashed in his luggage upstairs. Somehow it just made him lonelier to be included in Lyle's family celebrations.
He knew that he should be grateful to be invited into his brother's happy home to eat a turkey dinner at a beautifully dressed dining table. Otherwise, he would likely just be celebrating alone in some random restaurant in D. They'd exchanged gifts around the tree at 5. They had torn through their presents like small hurricanes, and they didn't come up for air until they were both awash in a sea of shredded, colourful foil paper and tissue.
He envied the children's enthusiasm and zest for it all. Naturally, he was grateful when he'd received a new shaving kit and a sweater that Walter would only wear when he saw them again the following year.
By the time 'It's a Wonderful Life' had started on TV at 7 pm the children had burned out, and it didn't seem as though their parents were faring much better. Once the girls were asleep in bed, the adults took care of the washing up and then settled in the lounge. Sylvie had just floated the idea of breaking into the brandy when Skinner's cell phone sounded upstairs. He'd left it on vibrate in his suitcase, but it was audible in the lounge.
Not wanting to wake the children he excused himself and hurried upstairs to take the call. The silence stretched out for long seconds - he heard her breathing grow heavy — could tell she was agitated about something.
They had not talked in private or touched each other since her cancer had gone into remission over three months ago. Skinner hadn't counted on ever being with her again. It's okay. I'll call you back. Lyle and Sylvie seemed surprised when Walter apologised and said that he'd have to get the next flight back to D. C because something had come up at work.
Still, he could tell that they were quite relieved too. He got the feeling that they would be going to bed as soon as he was in his cab to the airport.
The next flight to California didn't leave until pm, so Skinner spent the last few minutes of Christmas day up above the clouds. Despite his overwhelming need to be with Scully again, Walter was not blind to the random nature of her request. He wondered what had happened to her over the holidays. What event had made her desperate to reconnect with him again so suddenly?
Everything had fallen into place after her cancer had gone into remission. She had forgiven Skinner, and she trusted him again. His world became complete when he'd entered her hospital room and found her celebrating with her happy family. When she smiled at him, he saw that she had let go of the past and suddenly nothing else mattered to him any more.
He had decided then that he didn't need sex from her. All he needed from Dana was her acceptance, respect and trust. That's what truly mattered. All it took was a brief phone call to make him forget this new outlook, just the thought of being with her had him rock hard.
Now he would give anything to be inside her again. He knew that he would travel to the end of the Earth if that's what it took. By the time his flight had touched down in San Diego, Skinner was in desperate need for release. Nevertheless, he didn't want to be too hasty about booking accommodation. He wanted their first arranged meeting together to be somewhere classy.
He eventually found a nice hotel and paid extra to stay in the bridal suite. Then he contemplated how to prepare the room for Dana's arrival. Roses seemed too obvious, just too much in general. He felt the same way about champagne, despite this being an appropriate festive touch for the early hours of boxing day. Everything was ready by am, and Skinner wondered if it was too late to call her back. He tried nonetheless and was pleased when she picked up after only two rings.
He gave her the hotel name and room number and noticed that she sounded a little restrained so assumed she was with someone. Before he could hang up though she dropped her voice to a whisper and demanded - 'Don't be gentle. Dana was gone again, leaving him gasping with need. Despite her clear instructions, Skinner didn't quite know how he should greet her when she arrived. He wanted to take her into his arms, kiss her slowly, worship her body until the light of the morning.
Dana took the decision out of his hands, though. The reality of their little reunion was typically, very different from Skinner's fantasies. He answered the door promptly, and she stepped towards him with a strange light in her eyes. He had hoped on receiving a kiss in greeting, but instead, she slapped him around the face, hard.
The surprise and the force of it took him completely off guard. It was clear that she had been crying. The deal that you made At his resolute declaration, she turned her face to the ground, looking like she wanted to cry again. Dana, what happened over Christmas? It didn't take her long. Soon, she turned her face up to him again. Skinner had been hoping for a more personal admission than that, but he wasn't about to refuse her.
He was about to tell her to get on the bed when it suddenly occurred to him that he'd forgotten to buy condoms. I forgot to buy protection. He shook his head, baffled by her words. Skinner was getting used to being kept in the dark by this point. He just assumed that she'd decided to take the pill or something and put the thought out of his mind. He was instantly ready when he walked into the en suite and found her leaning over the sink, curving her back and jutting her ass out in silent invitation.
His romantic plans went out the window as she observed him in the mirror, her eyes hard, empty and needy. With no small amount of regret, Skinner pressed himself against her, gripped her hips tight and gave her what she wanted. He entered her hard and deep and instantly set up a punishing pace. After three full thrusts, he started to grow concerned.
The full-contact, the blinding heat of her — the incredible pleasure of fucking Dana after long months of total abstinence, it was all too much.
It was as he was about to warn her that he didn't have long left in him when she hissed out his name. He took a handful of her hair when she ignored him, yanked her head back until her back bowed so that he could enjoy the sight of her lust coloured face. Dana's panting fogged up the mirror as he fucked her raw, her breathy moans were setting him on fire. Her climax was sudden and seemed to come out of nowhere — she howled and pushed back against him aggressively.
Skinner rode it out with her, enormously pleased that she had made it there first. He was so close when she suddenly told him to stop. Just barely aware of her meaning, he couldn't even remember his first name as he rushed to join her. As she repeated it though, he heard her loud and clear and it was with considerable effort that he slowed right down. He felt like sobbing with choked off need as he slipped out of her. Before he could ask what was wrong, she had fallen to her knees and started working him with her mouth and both hands.
He looked back into the mirror as he laced his fingers through her red hair, still not quite believing what she was offering him even as he watched her moving against him. He felt his groin tighten again from the new contact — so close.
She used her tongue and pressed her lips as tightly around him as she could, working him as fast and deep as possible. Skinner staggered a little, adopting a square stance and dropping his hand to her shoulder before thrusting into her with low grunts of pure pleasure. When she met his eye with her mouth full, he finally broke. He roared, the sensory overload blinded him briefly as she pulled it all inside — drew him deep and swallowed everything he had.
Skinner was still reeling from his orgasm when she slowly detached from him and climbed back onto her feet. He was about to offer her a bath when she suddenly shut down that notion by announcing that she couldn't stay for long. Ignoring his disappointment and frustration was a real challenge. He watched Dana fix her hair and skirt in the mirror — it dawned on him then that something was missing.
When her cell phone sounded, she left the bathroom to take the call. Skinner could tell from her tone that it was Mulder. She assured her partner that she would meet him soon before turning and leaving the bridal suite without a word of explanation.
Walter stared after her in disbelief, the beautiful hotel room he now occupied alone made a mockery of him, branded him a fool.
There was no way to understand what had just transpired between them. He'd never felt so confused before in his life and considering his connection to the X-Files, that said something. Set directly after the final scene in season 5 episode 'The End'. Scully tried to follow Mulder home — insisted that he not be alone, but he would not hear her.
She was worried about her partner. She still hadn't even contemplated what the future might have in store for her now. Diana Fowley was barely clinging onto life in the hospital. It seemed all but certain that the partners were now going to reassigned permanently off the X-Files.
Finding their basement office and Mulder's life's work burned beyond all recognition was the final nail in the coffin for them. Scully tried to hold Mulder, to comfort him — but he didn't seem to feel her presence.
He was lost and apparently, far out of reach. When Dana had suggested that she come home with him, to talk things through, he ignored her words for long seconds before announcing that he needed to be alone.
She couldn't help but feel slightly hurt that he was shutting her out now of all times. Hurt because, after five years of making his life's work hers, of always being by his side, it was clear that she still wasn't considered to be as invested as him. It hurt that Mulder seemed to feel that way, and it hurt and confused her all the more that she so willingly played the part.
Scully was restless and scared as she took a detour on the way to Georgetown and found herself driving in the direction of Crystal City, Virginia.
She was anxious as she rode the elevator up to the seventeenth floor of Viva Tower. There was every chance that Walter Skinner would turn her away this time. She knew that she deserved it, that perhaps their last time together had pushed him too far, and away from her for good. Last Christmas felt like a lifetime ago now, yet it was still a painful recollection that she struggled with daily.
It had been hard enough admitting to herself that she was sterile, informing her mother was a whole new level of pain. Dana's lack of personal life already stood at stark enough contrast with her brothers' domestic bliss. Bill and his wife Tara were expecting their first baby soon. She had wanted to rejoice for them, but instead, she felt cold and bitter. She knew how much it had meant to Margaret Scully to see her children settled happily and raising families of their own — her father had felt the same way.
Melissa Scully was as willful and independent as any of them, and Dana believed that she would have made a great mother someday. It was a lovely gesture really, Bill and Tara announced that if they had a baby girl, she would be named Melissa. Dana missed her sister every day of every year but most of all at Christmas.
Melissa had loved Christmas, togetherness and family was everything to her. Dana believed that if she could adopt that sweet little girl Emily Sim, then maybe she could have a part of her sister back. Discovering that she was her biological mother had made the need all the more poignant. Dana had always wanted a child of her own, and she longed to fulfil that dream at last.
Emily Sim dying was the end of that dream — the end of so much more besides. Once again, Dana had to let go of what she wanted. She truly believed that she and Emily could somehow have saved each other. But it was too late. She was gone. Dana had recently lost Emily when she had phoned Skinner late on Christmas Day. She knew that it was inappropriate and she didn't even stop to wonder if he'd had any plans or company that day. She was lost in the darkness and needed some escape. She needed someone to pull her back from the brink — to make her feel alive again.
Although their relationship was eruptive at the best of times, Skinner was a unique figure in Scully's life, and she didn't think that he'd caught on to that yet. He was the one person she could be impulsive and brutally honest with, right or wrong, good or bad. He would always accept her for who she was. It seemed fair to assume that Skinner was finished with her after their last time together. Things were cordial between them at the office at least.
He was ever the inscrutable, mysterious and meticulous boss — Skinner treated her the same as he ever had. Knocking on the door of apartment in the early hours of the morning was inconsiderate of her again — it betrayed her true motivations — revealed them to be mostly self-serving.
When Skinner didn't answer, she felt despair and relief in equal measure. Maybe it was for the best? He'd likely had quite enough of seeing her distraught, guilty and at a loose end to last him several lifetimes. As she turned to leave his apartment door was suddenly opened.
She felt her breath hitch at the sight of him. He was all bare, golden skin, naked except for his black work trousers that he was still zipping up hastily.
Walter looked tired and confused by her presence. She wondered if maybe he had another woman there. Dana felt like she'd never seen him before, and he watched her eyes slowly travel over his big, magnificent body blocking the doorway. She knew he was well built but seeing him like that in the darkness suddenly triggered her. She took him all in, every inch of him, and her pupils dilated, something possessive, primal and altogether basic set in again.
There was an awkward pause when Dana finally grasped that she had been staring at him wordlessly for long seconds. Her stomach seized as he considered her words silently, she felt a delicious quickening, anticipation of great pleasure as he nodded and stood aside to let her pass. Even in her sudden headstrong desire to be near him again, she could read the signs, his frown, his overall body language warned her that he was granting her request unwillingly.
The walls were just visible due to the full, silvery-blue moon gracing the clear skies that evening. She was nervous in his territory and wondered if he could sense this. The view of the city naturally drew her attention, and she stepped towards it, curious. The apartment featured a lot of large windows. Dana thought how wonderful and full of light it must be during the day. A glass panelled door led onto the balcony. Skinner barely thought of his apartment at all. He'd never seen it as a home anyway.
It was a place to sleep at night, and that was all it meant to him. He observed her as Dana took in the view, a sad smile on her face. The view this apartment boasted was the main reason he'd settled on the place. It all felt worthwhile suddenly, paying over the odds for his home for the sake of the impressive view that Dana was silently drinking in.
A slight breeze lifted Scully's hair away from her face, and she closed her eyes, humming with contentment. Skinner licked his lips unconsciously and wondered if she knew how her mouth affected him.
Living with it all the time. He eyed her, curious and uncertain before admitting - 'I rarely think to come out here. Skinner watched her take a grip on the railings, her knuckles white as she tightened reflexively before turning to look up into his face. I mean, it doesn't have to be — does it? Skinner was unable to control the urge — he was helpless again, which in turn, made him angry and rash. Before Dana could speak again or even look in his direction, Skinner had stolen her cuffs from her.
He closed her handcuffs over her wrist and the railing, effectively trapping her. Grabbing her behind her neck, he kissed her farewell.
It was a hard, cruel embrace that made her gasp. Lifting her thighs up and slowly sinking to his knees, he pulled her to the ground - the cuff chain popped and then slid down the iron railing. She was half in and half out of his apartment, and her long, thick trenchcoat protected her from the cold ground.
Skinner ripped down her underwear with one fist and tugged sharply at the front of her cardigan - a careless gesture that sent several, tiny mother of pearl buttons skittering across the hardwood floor. Dana gulped in air as he removed her weapon and carefully set it aside before pulling down the cups of her bra, exposing and lewdly pushing up her breasts.
Then he shocked her by standing up and away from her body, unaccountably creating distance between them. Skinner laughed hollowly at this request. She had been ready to accept his harsh words and rough hands but what happened next unnerved her. He ran a fingertip across her mouth, caressing the delicate, tactile flesh of her lower lip before stealing a soft, warm kiss. Soon he pressed his tongue past her lips, tasting her deeply, taking his time, making her moan and ache for more contact.
As she twisted against her restraints restlessly, he tutted at her impatience again and trapped her free hand against the floor. He pinched her nipples gently before wrapping his lips around them, using his tongue to tease them into stiff, shiny wet peaks. She panted as he licked his middle finger and pressed it between her legs, his satisfied smile at finding her wet already made her want to cry out in anger. Use your words' he asked, laughing as she wailed desperately.
Did he want her to beg? She shook her head unwillingly at this notion. She whipped her head from side to side, grateful for the relief, feeling her stomach tighten up. Tell me, or should I do what I want with you? Dana remained silent as he finger-fucked her, she wanted to speak up but she just couldn't. She thought that she'd shown up looking for comfort and sex. The fact that she'd come to his apartment because she just wanted him was too scary to admit out loud or even to herself.
She'd asked for it rough because it excited her and she thought he liked it best that way. Now that she was captive in his apartment, he seemed intent on pleasuring her considerately and with great care.
She didn't want his touch to be sweet and tender, that seemed far too dangerous a thrill to indulge. She was scared that this gentle approach seemed to excite her as much as his punishment ever had. The way she moaned and opened her legs wider - a silent invitation - was eloquence itself. He pressed, hot, open-mouthed kisses on her inner thighs before connecting with her clit, sucking on it, latching on and then working it with his tongue.
It felt exquisite, and it had been so long since she'd enjoyed his mouth. Combined with the artful slide of long, thick fingers inside her — the oral stimulation brought her there fast. She found herself demanding that he go harder and faster, wanted to rush ahead but he steadfastly denied her.
Skinner heard her sob as he kept his slow, seductive pace. It would happen, he would see to that. She would come when he allowed it.
It wasn't violent like it had been before, he didn't wring it out of her and leave her shaken, and all used up. He coaxed and watched her take three of his fingers and roll helplessly against his mouth.
Dana was too far gone to be mad, he was forcing her to accept the intimacy of the moment, but she was oddly calm now — realising with a happy sigh — that she trusted him. It hit her like rolling waves, running right over and through her body, the joy bloomed in her features as she came for him. The pleasure exploded behind her eyes, but Skinner didn't hold off or speed up - he kept right on lapping and stroking her in the same perfect, deliberate pace so that her orgasm seemed to stretch on and on.
Dana pressed her feet into the ground, pushed up against his face, seeing stars as he stayed connected even as the final blissful ripples ran through her. He stopped eventually and suckled happily on her tits again, moaning with satisfaction as she bucked against him. Then he claimed her mouth once more, another long, slow kiss that melted her into the floor. Dana felt another twinge — her eyes dilated, and her breath hitched again as she watched him enjoy her flavour once more.
She wondered as she met his affectionate gaze, whether he might fuck her tenderly too? Could he tell how much she'd enjoyed that treatment? Walter stood up to his full height — looming above her as his eyes raked over her naked flesh again. She felt him drop the small cuff keys on her chest before announcing coldly 'You know the way out, Scully. She freed herself from the cuffs and rearranged her clothes, stepping unsteadily towards his apartment door before quietly and deliberately locking it.
Skinner looked up from the bed as she slipped into his room. He didn't look coldly or affectionately at her any more, nor did he appear particularly surprised as she placed her gun and badge on his bedside table along with her cuffs.
He watched as she steadily stripped herself — his eyes never once leaving her body as she finally revealed herself entirely to him. Neither of them said a word as she lifted the sheet and sidled up beside him, she pressed her cheek to his chest and was soon deeply asleep. Skinner gives Scully a ride home from the hospital. Scully strode out of the hospital room to find Skinner and The Lone Gunmen waiting for her. She wondered if they had overheard Mulder's half-cocked declaration of love.
First appearance of Alex Krycek, played by Nicholas Lea. While performing an autopsy, Scully receives a phone call from Mulder who states that his name is "George Hale". George Hale was the visionary behind the Palomar Observatory in California. First on-screen appearance of "Mr X". The character "X" was originally intended to be a woman; Natalija Nogulich even filmed a scene in the role, but she was recast with Steven Williams.
This is Howard Gordon 's first solo writing effort for the series. Gordon was inspired to write the episode following a two-week bout of insomnia. When Mulder is talking to Scully on the phone he mentions soldiers walking through mushroom clouds. This is an actual occurrence - Operation Desert Rock from to affected civilians and soldiers, both knowingly and unknowingly. He will turn again. He will have compassion on us", is from the Old Testament: Micah , Tony Todd plays the role of Cole, who is a Vietnam Vet.
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