::  Working through the Night  ::

Part 3
The Colonel and the Corporal

Rabb shook his head at Mulder in disgust. "Oh for Christ sakes! It’s Mac we’re talking about here. There is no way you are going to catch them doing anything. Trust me, I know."

Mulder snorted and continued to press his ear against the door of Skinner’s office. "Oh right. Like you didn’t notice the way he kept looking at her."

Rabb roughly pulled him back and quickly knocked on the door. When no one answered immediately, Mulder flashed him an ‘I told you so’ smirk.

"You have that report finished, Mulder?" The deep baritone caused both men to jump and turn.

"Uhm…yes, sir." Mulder looked at Skinner, standing in the doorway of Kim’s office. "Ah…what are you doing out there, sir?"

Skinner snorted and reached out his hand. "Give." He opened the door to his office and led them in. "Sit."

Rabb was looking curiously around the office. Just as he asked, "AD Skinner, I thought Colonel MacKenzie was…" they heard the faint sound of flushing and then water running. Mulder and Rabb exchanged glances as the door opened and MacKenzie came out, still dressed in her Alphas.

"Thanks, Skinner, I appreciate you letting me…oh hi, guys. You actually got the report done on time?"

Rabb muttered under his breath. "See, I told you so."

"What was that, Commander?" Skinner growled.

"Oh nothing, sir." Rabb smartly retorted.

"Coward." Mulder had learned long ago how to pitch his voice so Skinner couldn’t hear him, or so he thought until his boss nailed him with one of his glares.

Rabb watched wide-eyed as Mac sauntered around the large oak desk and leaned over next to Skinner to read the report too. She lightly laid her hand on the big man’s shoulder as if to steady herself. Rabb got that look in his eye and sat stunned. Skinner didn’t seem to think anything was out of order and made no move to shake her hand off. He carefully read each page and when he was done he handed it to her. "Obviously, Commander Rabb did most of this."

"Hey!" Mulder sputtered indignantly. "Half that report is Scully’s."

"Scully brought this in?" Skinner intertwined his fingers and leaned back in his chair.

Mac sat against the windowsill and eyed the two men.

"No, she e-mailed it to me and I printed it out." Mulder asserted.

"Uhm…sir…" Rabb coughed softly. "Most of the report is Mulder’s. I only had input on Part 6, as you can see."

Skinner nodded. "No doubt editing quite a bit of it also; it’s fine. Colonel MacKenzie, will you add this to the rest of the report?"

Mac carried the report to the conference table where a large folder sat, bulging with papers. "That should just about do it…except for that last bit we have to work out."

Mulder just barely caught the look of surprise that flickered across Skinner’s face. Rabb wouldn’t have. Hell, Scully probably wouldn’t have, but Fox Mulder was an expert at reading Walter Skinner’s every mood. Most of the time he ignored them, unless it worked to his advantage, but he knew every line of the man’s face, every nuance of muscle movement from the twitch of his eyebrow, to the ripple near his jaw. Fox Mulder would bet his entire collection of baseball memorabilia that the report was complete and ready to take to the Secretary of the Navy.

"Of course, Colonel." Skinner turned his glare to the two men who he suspected of being closer than the Navy Commander could afford to be. Oh well. If there was one thing that Mulder could be circumspect about, it’s his sex life. But, damn, I’m glad Krycek is out of the picture. "Okay. Commander Rabb, thank you for your help. Mulder." He sighed tiredly, "Monday, Mulder. I’ll look at the 302 for Oklahoma on Monday." He was a little surprised when Mulder, keeping his eyes glued to his, just shrugged.

"Sure, sir. No rush, Monday will be fine. I’m sure that the coven will be there. The rite isn’t supposed to take place for another week."

"Wonderful." Skinner resisted the urge to knead his temples.

Rabb stood smartly, Mulder seemed to leave the chair in a fluid sensuous motion, like a cat rising after a nap in the sun. Skinner just inwardly sighed. The man is a crime waiting to happen. I just hope Rabb doesn’t get burned in the arrest.

The door closed behind the two men, and Mac took a moment to straighten the papers in the file before walking to the door. Looking over her shoulder she saw the concern in his eyes and opened the door. "They just got on the elevator."

"Why, Colonel? Did you think they would listen at the keyhole?"

She blushed but turned and leaned against the door. "That agent of yours is a bad influence."

"No doubt in that. Rabb looks like a complete innocent." The smirk barely registered on his lips.

Mac sighed and got the papers from the desk. She wouldn’t talk about it. Couldn’t trust him yet with such a damaging admission. "So how do you want to get this to Nelson?"

Skinner reached for the phone and made a quick call, and then pulled an envelope from a drawer of his desk all in one economical movement. Mac stood transfixed as the muscles rippled under the starched white shirt. She was rather surprised that he had removed his suit coat. The cuffs of his shirt sat just right on his wrists; the simple patterned tie lay perfect at his throat. How she wanted to muss him up, to rip the tie off and send buttons flying around the room. She wanted him to take her right there on the desk that he had tried so unsuccessfully to keep between them for the past six hours. But she had out-maneuvered him; had breached his defenses at every turn. Ignoring his gruff ‘back-off’ manner, she had leaned over him to edit a sentence here, casually caressed along his shoulder to point out an omission in a chart there. She had offered him a view of her round, firm bottom as she bent over to pick up a pile of photos she had dropped next to his chair. She heard the sharp intake of breath but when she turned to look at him, the stern countenance was firmly in place.

Now he stood and reached for the suit coat hanging on the back of his chair. "Come on. I’m going to drop this off at Nelson’s house and then take you home.

NO ! I don’t want to go home. I want…damn you, you big lummox. "Sure, sir. That will be fine, though I’m not sure if SecNav will appreciate…"

Holding her trenchcoat for her, he settled it on her shoulders and leaned into her, causing a shock of understanding to shoot through her. "Frankly, Colonel, the SecNav can go fuck himself. He’s getting the report tonight and I’m going on vacation."

"Oh." Disappointment descended upon her. "Where are you going, if you don’t mind me asking?"

He led her to the door. "I thought I already told you, MacKenzie." He waited a beat while she walked to the elevator. "Your place."

He waited behind the wheel of his government car while she ran up the walk to the entrance of Nelson’s beautiful home in the Embassy neighborhood just north of Georgetown. He watched as Nelson held the door open for her, groaning as it shut after her. Damn, I knew I should have gone. He was surprised when she returned almost immediately. "That was quick."

Mac buckled her seat belt before grinning slyly at him. "He knows that no matter what, JAG always gives him good reports. We lawyers excel at paperwork. Didn’t you know that?"

"In case you didn’t know, MacKenzie, when I entered the bureau you had to be a lawyer or an accountant. Do I look like an accountant to you, Colonel?"

Fishing for compliments, Skinner? "Oh, I don’t know, AD Skinner, those wire rims give you a bookish quality." She sat back and watched the lights of the city twinkle in the cool night air. Turning slightly she marveled at the smooth economy with which he drove, his blunt fingers lightly gripping the wheel. His eyes scanned the road ahead, the rearview mirror and her in turn. "Up at the next light."

"I know where you live, Colonel." Low and assured, he was setting the tone. She felt the control slipping away from her and she paused to seriously consider if that was what she wanted. Control. Everything about the subject she had learned in the Marines. After her disastrous childhood, control was the one constant in her life and when she relinquished it there was usually hell to pay and a hangover the next morning.

"Indeed, AD Skinner. And just what all do you know about me?" She tried to keep it light, but some of the tension must have crept into her voice because suddenly he pulled over to the side of M Street, shut the car off and turned to face her.

"I know that you are 35 years old, a Lieutenant Colonel in the Marines with the medals and commendations to prove it. I know that you have your share of strikes against you, too. But you seem to weather them in your own way. I know you’re a recovering alcoholic and that your taste in men is abysmal." He held up his hand and counted. "One dead ex-husband. One former CO who almost went to jail because it was thought that he, you, or both of you killed said ex-husband. One dead ex-boyfriend, who was murdered by a stalker trying to control you, and one ex-fiancé’ who I don’t even want to go into at the moment. Considering the little escapade with your partner in Russia, you are loyal to the point of stupidity sometimes. I know that your expertise in the courtroom is legendary and your courage unquestioned." He paused for breath and she sat there stunned, her fury dampening the lust that had gripped her all day long. "The worst of any of those things still makes you a better person than I have been or will ever be." He whispered as he reached out to caress her cheek. "Tell me why you are sitting here with me? Tell me why you’re even considering letting me take you home."

The lawyer in her wanted to question him about his own motives and his own deeds, the feminist in her wanted to jerk open the door and leave him. But the woman who had watched and waited and lusted all week, until the damn case was finally over, won. Carefully keeping her eyes on his, she reached down and loosed the seat belt. Kneeling up on the seat she reached over, took his face in her hands and studied him, searching his eyes in the dim light from the dashboard. She grimaced and shook her head. Gently she pulled off the glasses - his one true shield against everyone else in the world. Carefully laying them on the dashboard she turned back to him and studied his naked desire suddenly freed from the transparent barrier. She waited. He didn’t. Reaching for her he knocked the cover from her head. Dancing his fingers through her hair and down her neck he kept her from leaning into him. He rubbed his thumb along her pulse point feeling just how fast her heart was pounding.

The car flooded with red and blue strobe lights. Anger suffused his face and he gently forced her to sit back in the passenger seat before turning to glare at the face in the window. As she retrieved her cover, she fought to keep the grin of anticipation off her face.

"Is there a problem, officer…Dufrane?" He growled.

Mac sat and composed herself. She supposed that it was funny, particularly the way Skinner ripped the young cop a new asshole. His voice never rose above what could be normal speech, but when Skinner pulled away from the curb she was almost sorry for the boy.

Skinner pulled up in front of her apartment building and sat for a moment staring out the windshield. "You never answered my question, Sarah."

"I know." She whispered. "I’m not sure I can explain it. Unlike you, I’m going on instincts here. I didn’t pull your file. I didn’t ask Clayton Webb to check you out for me."

"Who?" The growl was low and predatory.

"What? You afraid you missed, one?" She spat maliciously.

"Sarah." He sighed deeply. "You don’t understand. I…" How could he tell her about his life? How could he explain the people who felt they owned a piece of him – whether they truly did or didn’t? How could he explain that he hadn’t trusted anyone in a long time, hadn’t felt the desire to trust any woman since that hooker died in his bed? How do you explain something like that?

"You’re probably right, Skin…Walter. Do you want me to understand? Tonight?" Her finger trailed down his cheek. "Come up, or don’t, Walter. Your choice." She opened the door and was halfway up the walk before he made his decision. Locking the car door he went around and opened the trunk. He took out the small case he kept there in case he had to go out of town on short notice. Running up the walk after her he found her waiting patiently, holding the inner door of the vestibule. She didn’t say anything, didn’t give him any look but one of intense consideration. Turning, she led him up the short flight of steps and unlocked the door.

"Would you like something to drink?" She whispered. She wondered what he was looking for the way he scanned the apartment.

"No." She felt more than heard his answer and turning to look at him she saw the mask dissolve. Desire and trepidation etched his face. A slow seductive smile traced her lips. "Well then, Assistant Director Skinner, what would you like?"

"You." One word made her instantly wet.

"Good." She turned and, never bothering to see if he was following her went to her bedroom. Moving comforter and top sheet to the bottom of the bed she kicked off her shoes and tossed her cover onto the dresser across the room.

He stood at the door of bedroom and watched her, licking his lips, wondering again what the hell he was about to do. She cocked her head at him as if waiting for him to do or say something. He reached up and loosened his tie, pulling it out of his collar.

Striding up to him she ran her hands over his firm abs, up to his pecs. Her hiss of approval was joined by his groan of pleasure. "You know, Mr. Skinner, usually when people are considering doing what we are considering doing here, they’ve at least kissed each other."

"Oh yeah?" If she hadn’t been looking right up at him she would have missed it but, damn, there was a definite twinkle of humor there. He wasn’t quite the tight-ass that she feared he might be.

"Oh, yeah." Tugging at his collar she closed the gap between them. "You gonna help here?" His fingers dug into her shoulders as he brushed his lips across hers, denying her the contact she craved. "Damn you, Skinner." She almost howled her frustration.

"You are a tease, Colonel MacKenzie. All week you’ve taken great pleasure in tormenting me. Rubbing against me. Smelling so damn good. He pushed her until she landed on the bed, her arms stiffening to break her fall. She sat there and watched. And waited. Waited to see what he would do.

He was right, of course. She had been teasing him. But she also knew he had been egging her on. Standing so close behind her in the elevator. Reaching for the doorknob even though he could see her hand was already there. Brushing up against her. If Rabb hadn’t been so preoccupied with his own dilemma she knew he would have been teasing her 24/7 about it.

He pulled his suit coat off and tossed it across the room to land on a chair. His shoes and socks were already toed off by the time he had removed his shirt and undershirt. Her heart rate had definitely risen as he carefully, slowly, unzipped his pants and let them fall to the floor.

"Yummy. Who would have thought the tight-assed former Marine would be wearing silk boxer shorts." Her bark of laughter brought a glower to his eyes. "NAVY blue, Skinner?"

"They were all out of khaki, Colonel MacKenzie. Of course if they offend…"

"Oh my."

"Think you can take this, MacKenzie?"

Sarah swallowed, a sheen of sweat covered her body and her core was sopping, pulsing for him. Licking her lips, all she could do was nod at the sight of his manhood bobbing a few feet from her mouth.

Walking up to her he reached for her hair and, just as she thought he was going to bring her very willing mouth to his cock, he bent forward and captured her lips in his. Crushing her, demanding entrance. He was overpowering her and it frightened and thrilled her all at the same time. This was raw and dangerous and she reached out to touch him but as soon as she did he broke the kiss. "When I say, Sarah."

"Oh God." She groaned. "Please."

He yanked her up and spun her around until she was facing the floor mirror she had picked up in an Annapolis antique store not too long ago. It had seemed extravagant at the time, but now she knew she had gotten a bargain. He reached around her and began to take each piece of clothing off. Her uniform blouse joined his shirt on the floor, her skirt tossed on top of his coat. He ran his hands up and down her arms, his lips lowered to her throat. "Do you know what I’m going do to you, Sarah?"

"What?" She barely managed to form the syllable.

"I’m going to eat you alive. You are going to come for me so hard, Sarah MacKenzie, and then I’m going to pound into you until you beg me to stop. I don’t think you can take it, Colonel."

Her knees were weak and she realized that she was almost there just from the sound of his voice. Taking a shuddering breath she whispered. "I’m a Marine, sir. I can take whatever you can dish out."

His erection nudged her silk clad ass. "Can you take this, Marine?"

"Yes, sir!"

"You want this, Marine?" He reached up and unclasped her bra. He worked his hands under the cups and squeezed her breasts. "You like this?"

"Yes, oh, yes." It had been so long. So long since Mic left. So long that she had begun to eye each man in the office as an outlet. She ground her bottom against him. "I can take it, sir."

He trailed his hands down her belly. Their eyes were locked on each other in the mirror. She thought for a moment he was going to push her forward and take her right there but he must have seen it in her eyes, the need and the desire. Roughly, he spun her around again and pushed her back to the bed. As she fell her legs flew up and he reached down and pulled the silk off of her. Kneeling on the floor before her he slowly kissed up her thighs until his mouth settled on her throbbing core. She leaned back, resting on her elbows trying hard to remember to breath, but as his tongue caressed her swollen clit, Mac lay back, her arms fanning the sheets, her moans of pleasure the only articulation left to her. His tongue delved deep, his fingers caressed her labia and she arched off the bed. "Walter!"

He lapped and teased until she was incoherent with the need for release. "Pleaseplease pleasepleasepleaseeeeeeeeeee!" she cried, and finally he took pity on her, gently taking her aching nubbin in his teeth and flicked it with his tongue. She would have come off the bed had he not held her hips. She rode out her orgasm sobbing. It had been so damn long.

He knelt back and stood. Approaching the head of the bed he laid back against the headboard his legs on either side of her head and commanded, "Come here."

She licked her lips, and even through the haze she knew what she was going to do. Languidly she rolled over until she could look up at him. His cock was twitching in his need and she knew what she wanted. She turned her head and bit gently on his inner thigh.

"Sarah!" The bark was harsh and she grinned evilly.

"Tell me, Skinner." She kissed the ‘wound.’ When you were in ‘Nam, what were you?"

A low chuckle shook him. "I see. You lied, did you Sarah?"

She knelt and ran her hands up his calves, over his thighs to lightly trace the scars. "Oh I knew you were a Marine, figured you were in ‘Nam." She bent forward and blew across the head of his cock. It jerked on its own accord but she made no move to touch it. "Answer my question."

"What do you mean?"

"When you left, what rank were you?"

"Corporal, ma’am."

"So who are you to be giving me orders?"

"The man who made you beg, Colonel."

"We’ll see about begging, Corporal." Her head descended and she took as much of him in as she could, caressing what she couldn’t. Her tongue played across the head, teasing his slit. She kneaded his balls until he roughly grabbed her hair.

"Sarah. Baby, stop now." But she grinned and, rubbing his scrotum more firmly, she sucked him deep. His roar was almost primal and she knew she would be getting funny looks from her neighbors tomorrow. "Jesus, Sarah. You are incredible." He finally sighed as she gently cleaned him. The slow torturous progress of her tongue, sending tiny sparks through his now flaccid cock. "Come here and rest a minute."

She smirked. "And you call yourself a Marine." His low growl should have warned her but she continued to crawl forward, mocking him with her swaying breasts. "Is that all you’ve got, Corporal Skinner?"

Grabbing her by the shoulders he pulled her the rest of the way up and rolled them until he was covering her body. "You teasin’ me, ma’am?" His hand squeezed her exposed breast roughly kneading it. His lips descended on hers and he invaded her mouth with his tongue, tasting his salty bitterness. She tried to touch him, but he grabbed her hands in one of his and held them above her head. "I made you beg once, Colonel."

"Ooooh, yes. Yes, you did. Please, Walter, I need you inside of me. I need you to fill me up. I need you to fuck me." Her words had a hardening effect that he wouldn’t have imagined. Fisting his almost rigid cock he toyed with her labia. Running the head back and forth, nudging her clit he watched in awe as her eyes fluttered and her flush skin signaled another orgasm beginning. Carefully he parted her. Gently he worked his thick shaft into her and just as she began to play with her nipples, he plunged home. "Yessssss." She sighed and immediately began to move, not waiting for him to set the rhythm. She had called the tune all night. Now he took control. Pushing her legs forward until he could raise them over his head, he finally began to pump back. Each back thrust brought him precariously close to leaving her, but each time he stopped and slammed back home.

Reaching up with one hand she tracked through the sweat-soaked hair on his chest. She had always loved hairy-chested men and he was just right. She felt him tighten and the sight of him losing control was enough to plunge her over the edge with him.

He pulled back, and kissing the bottom of each foot carefully stretched out her legs. "Did I hurt you?" He panted.

"Not a chance." She whispered.

Collapsing next to her he strove to catch his breath. He was surprised to feel her snuggle against him. "You want to take a shower?"

"Oh yeah. But give me a minute." She flicked her nail across his hard nipple before trailing it down to caress the tip of his cock.

"Oh Jesus. You are trying to kill me aren’t you?" He laughed softly.

"Nah. Just making sure you remember."

"MacKenzie, I’ll volunteer to work through the night with you anytime."

Part 4

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