::  The Bomb Threat  ::

"Scully, how many more?" Skinner called from behind her.

"Reyes is taking the second floor, sir. Colton is up there with her. I hear them now." The sounds of the three hundred children running from the halls of the prestigious grade school in the center of Georgetown was deafening.

She couldn’t hear him over their yells and shouts of ‘oh boy, we’re getting out of school early’ and ‘hey I didn’t hear any fire alarm.’ She tried to watch behind her as Skinner disappeared down the corridor.

"Agent Scully, is that all of them?" Doggett looked particularly perturbed being surrounds by all these kids. The police cars that were just arriving were a welcome sight.

"Yeah, I think so. Where’s Skinner?"

Doggett shrugged. "We can’t call him on the walkie-talkie. It might set it off."

"Damn! Damn Hanson and his damn bombs."

Monica Reyes ran up. That’s the last of kids. The agents are coming down from the top floors. They found a couple of the little shits smoking in the bathrooms but they double checked everywhere."

Dana scanned the crowd. "Damn, where the hell is he?" She shouted at the top of her lungs. "Anybody see Skinner?"

From across the yard she heard. "Yeah, he’s still inside.

"Son of a bitch!" Before anyone could stop her she ran back into the building. "Skinner!" Damn you! Answer me!" She ran down to the office and then to the gym. "Skinner!" The panic was evident in her voice.

"Scully!" The heavy curtains muffled his voice. "Get the hell out of here."

She pulled herself up on the stage and ducked in back. "Where are you."

"Damn it, go!"

She found him hunched over a small box. The same small box they had seen on the bomb squad monitor just before it blew up, killing one and injuring another policeman. "Skinner, please." She whispered. "Please just leave it alone and come away."

"I can’t." The strain in his voice was evident. "I’ve activated it and there’s only 60 seconds for me to guess which wire is right. Please get out."

She knelt beside him. "No. Let me see. I watched the video too."

Together they studied the mass of wires. "That one. The blue one." Her hand brushed his.

"Why?" He spared a second to look into her cerulean blue eyes, perhaps for the last time.

She met his gaze. "Because that was the wrong one last time and the bastard is just insane enough to do something like that."

"Okay. Thirty seconds." He reached one hand into his pocket and pulled out his Swiss Army knife. She reached for it, found the scissors, opened them and handed it back to him. "Dana, please."

"Do it."

Skinner swallowed and cut the blue wire. The timer went dark.

"Oh thank God." She grinned at him. Carefully he set the bomb aside. "The bomb squad should be here in a little while." She was breathing hard. The enormity of what could have happened struck them both at the same time and suddenly he reached out for her and pulled her to his chest.

"Oh God, I can’t believe we did it." She was laughing and crying at the same time. Holding him by his shoulders, she felt him shaking. "Skinner? Walter?" She pulled back and looked at his face. "Walter?"

Tears tracked down his face. "Damn you, Dana."

"Walter?" Her breath caught.

"Damn you. Just once couldn’t you…Just once…do what I ask…you could have died."

She touched his cheek. "Walter, please. Don’t. You could have died too. I don’t think I could have stood that." And she knew it was true. After all these years; after all they had gone through together. All the bullshit and crap, lies and deceit. It was too much to ask that she lose him too. "Please." Her lips were so close to his and he gasped as she closed the distance and kissed him gently, slightly askew.

He roughly grabbed her and held her at arm’s length searching her face. Searching for pity or worse, that damn gratitude. He didn’t think he could stand that. But all he saw was something that he himself had kept hidden in his heart for so long that the ache of it was with him every waking moment. "Dana?" This couldn’t be. Not after so many sleepless nights wanting her, needing her. "Dana?"

"Yes."

His lips descended on hers, claiming her. His tongue explored her mouth as his hands mapped her body. Her mewls of pleasure spurred him on and when her fingertip traced down the zipper of his pants he thought he would explode just like that bomb should have, right here on the stage. He heard the pounding of the feet through the halls, the shouts calling their names. But he wouldn’t be denied. Not now, after waiting so long. Her groan of frustration matched his own. He stood and holding her tightly looked around and whispered. "Come here."

Pulling her deep into the back of the stage area, he found the small wardrobe room. Pulling her inside, he threw the lock on the door and kissed her again. Her deep-throated laugh of approval thrilled him. He had never heard her laugh like that. She pushed him gently away and stared around the room. "Look." She pointed to a mound of backdrop curtains. He pulled them out from underneath the costumes hanging from long pipes. By the time he had spread them out and turned around his heart caught in this throat. She stood there naked, her clothes piled behind her.

He swallowed. "You are so beautiful." She reached out to him and began to tug at his tie. As quickly as he could he unbuttoned his shirt as she tossed the tie over her shoulder before attacking his belt. He erection was already painfully hard, as she lowered his pants, following them down to the floor. She knelt before him, her mouth inches from his cock straining at the thin cotton prison. Reaching up she grasped his boxers and pulled them down to reveal her prize.

"Oh my." Her breath of exclamation caressed lightly across his head, causing a drop of pre cum to form at the opening. Leaning forward she lapped it up like a kitten tasting milk. Kneading his thighs, she slowly licked around the head, trailing her tongue along the thick vein underneath. Massaging his scrotum, she finally took as much of him in as she could.

"Oh God. So good, Dana. So hot." He ran his fingers through her hair. The sight of her sucking on his cock more than he could bear, he threw back his head and bit his lower lip to keep from crying out.

"Skinner! Scully!" They heard the calls and pounding feet and still she sucked on him. Grazing her teeth along the velvet hardness before pulling him back in, again and again.

"Oh Dana, you have to stop right now." His groaned plea barely audible.

She released him with a pop and he knelt down next to her. Laying her on the curtains he lowered himself over her kissing her lips, trailing his tongue down her throat until he could suckle at her breast, teasing the other nipple with his fingers. He swallowed her moans as they heard the door rattle. "Skinner are you in there?" He faintly registered the concern in Doggett’s voice as his fingers left her breast and tracked down her smooth stomach toward her curls.

She flexed one knee to allow him access and as he plundered her mouth with his tongue, his finger began to delve and explore her moist core. A slow almost lazy exploration, he mapped and filed away each tremor of response. Her groans were becoming harder to hold back and she bucked up hard into his hand, forcing his hand to caress her clit. He had to break contact. Not only to breathe, but he had to watch her. Had to see the face that had hidden so much from him over the years. He saw his love mirrored there. He saw her honest desire for him. He knelt between her thighs and brought his shaft to her opening. Slowly he lowered himself into her, stretching her, consuming her. Her whimpers drove him on until he seated himself deep inside of her.

"Yes" was all she said, but she ran her feet up his calves urging him on. He tried to go slow but nature and lust and waiting for so damn long was too much. "Hard, Walter. Take me hard and fast. Soft and slow can come later."

He pounded into her hard like she begged him. Pushing her knees to her chest he pumped deeper and harder than he thought she could bear but her eyes told him different. As they grew almost black with her passion he felt her walls contract and milk him and he clamped his mouth shut to keep from shouting out. If he uttered a word they would hear him all the way outside the building. Her nails dug into his shoulders and she shook with her own intense orgasm. "Oh yes." She whispered as tiny tremors of pleasure continued to ripple through her.

"I don’t know where the hell they are, Reyes. Maybe he disarmed the bomb and went outside."

Skinner fell to her side and pulled her to him. Kissing her gently he whispered. "How long do you think we’ll have to stay here?"

She giggled softly. "I don’t know but I sure hope they don’t have play tonight after school.

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