::  Working through the Night  ::

Part 4
The Spy and the Agent

AD Skinner divided his glare between Admiral Chegwidden, the Navy's JAG and Mr. Webb, Assistant DCI of Covert Ops. "How in the hell can you prove such a thing? There can’t be any leaks of that magnitude coming from this building. We would know about it."

"Now, Mr. Skinner." The spy started, but Chegwidden’s growl cut him off.

"Look Skinner, I don’t like it anymore than you do. Frankly I’m prone to believe that someone is playing a joke on the CIA." AJ studied his old friend. "Walter, Webb is a pain in the ass…"

"Hey…" Twin glares shut the spy up.

"Like I was saying, as big a pain as Webb can be, I’ve never known him to make wild accusations."

"No? What do you call it when he drags you in here to insist that someone is sending secret messages from a computer in our basement? There are only two working computers in our basement…"

"Which is why he came to me. Walter, there is no way that Dana could be involved in this and keep it from me." AJ leaned back and crossed his arms, daring the man across from him to deny it.

Webb just shook his head. [[They are both going to kill me.]] Not too many people in DC knew that AJ Chegwidden was quietly dating Special Agent Dana Scully, had been for nearly three months. Just about the same period of time that Walter Skinner had been seeing Marine Colonel Sarah MacKenzie. The couples had been thrown together during a joint FBI/Navy task force to stop gunrunners from getting out of the country with ten deadly stinger missiles. Webb shuddered at the other strange pair to come out of that little mission. Frankly, he couldn’t see any of couplings. But hey, as long as Rabb stopped mooning over him every time he walked into JAG ops, Webb really didn’t care.

He cleared his throat. "Uhm…Mr. Skinner. I thought we could handle this discretely. That’s why I brought AJ with me. All I want to do is go down there, check the computer and be on my way. Hell, give me a tour. I’ve never been on a FBI tour." He thought his smile was rather disarming, but the look that Skinner gave him dispelled that belief.

"Very well, gentlemen. Why not? It’s 8:30 at night, what else do I have to…?"

Just then there was a whisper of a knock on his door. Standing quickly, he walked over and opened it. "Sarah, w-what are you doing here?" he stammered his surprise.

Sarah MacKenzie growled low in her throat. "We had a date, Skinner. You are ten minutes and 37 seconds late and…eerp. Sir!" She came to attention. AJ snorted and Webb groaned heartily. "Webb? What the hell is going on?" She huffed and put her hands on her hips.

"Well Walter, I think we have a quota for a tour. Shall we?" AJ stood and stalked out the door.

"MacKenzie can wait here!" Webb snapped.

"MacKenzie is going to cover her…her…boyfriend’s back, Webb." Sarah took Skinner’s arm and lowered her voice. "What the hell is going on?"

"Long story, Sarah. You can wait here for me." he growled seductively.

"Oh for Pete sake. Why don’t you just get on the PA system?" Webb whined and stalked out to join AJ by the elevator.

"Really, Walter. Is something wrong?" All playfulness was gone from Mac’s voice.

Skinner sighed. "No. Webb’s just got a bug up his ass. Evidently they are getting some security reading from down at the X-files and he wants to check it out on the QT before bringing the wrath of AJ down on his head."

"Well, I’m going with you. No way is Dana involved in anything like that." Sarah didn’t give him a chance to argue.

The four of them stepped onto the elevator and Webb tried to soften the accusation. "You know it doesn’t have to be Agent Scully or Agent Mulder. I understand you’ve expanded the X-files to include two other agents – John Doggett and Monica Reyes."

Skinner kept his eyes on the descending floor indicators. Sarah was standing next to him and her hand reached for his briefly. Skinner sighed. "When was the last breach?"

Webb looked at Sarah and knew better than to cry privilege. "Two days ago."

"Well then, you’ve got yourself an X-file, Mr. Webb."

"Excuse me?"

"Two days ago, John Doggett and Fox Mulder were in St. Louis tracking down a…well trust me, you don’t want to know. Monica Reyes was with me all day at a symposium on the latest advancements in crime scene development. We left at 9:00 AM from here and I dropped her off at her place at 4:30. When was it sent?

"One O’clock in the afternoon."

"Ah…during the chicken course."

"Agent Scully?" Webb sighed wearily.

"Agent Scully and I took a vacation day. Are you accusing me of complicity, Webb?"

"No AJ. Damn it, who then?" [[Yeah, I’m a dead man.]]

They got off the elevator and started toward the office when they stopped at the sounds of whispered giggles. "Sssh…stop it…oh my god. What is that thing?" Skinner raised an eyebrow, Webb pulled his gun, but AJ walked boldly to the door of the basement office and flung it open.

"AJ? Jesus! Monica!" Came the startled, almost embarrassed squeak.

"I’m on it." was the equally flushed response.

"Ladies?" AJ walked in, followed by the others.

"AJ? What’s going on?" Dana Scully kept looking from the computer to the woman sitting in front of it.

"Working late, darlin’?"

"Yes…were we supposed to see each other tonight?" The redhead scrunched up her forehead in consternation.

"No, Mr. Webb wants to see the computer. Thinks there’s a breach of security down here."

Everyone in the room focused on Clayton Webb who was looking at only one of them. "I don’t believe we’ve met." He stepped forward, but didn’t extend his hand.

Monica Reyes studied the man in the three-piece suit. [[Kinda cute, in an uptight kinda way.]] She didn’t say a word to him, but glanced up at Skinner. "What’s going on?"

"Just let him look, Agent Reyes."

"For what, sir?"

"Breaches in security." Webb stepped closer, almost into Reyes’ personal space. "I just want to check the history and the downloads and uploads." He pulled out a disc. I’ll copy it and study it later."

"No!" Dana and Monica cried in unison.

"No?" Chegwidden, Webb and Skinner looked at the two women in confusion. "No?"

"I mean…why, sir?" Dana was blushing furiously and Monica was chewing on her upper lip.

"Sir, uhm…well it could be…"

"Oh for God sakes." Webb eased around the desk and tried hard to ignore the spark of electricity that leapt from Reyes straight to his groin. She wasn’t his type. She looked like she would be more comfortable in a techno-goth dance club than at Washington functions doing the tango. He waited until she huffed and stood before settling in the chair. His cock twitched at how warm the seat was even through the worsted wool of his pants. He began to reboot the computer. "Why did you turn it off, Agent Reyes?" he demanded in his most intimidating voice.

Monica, who had been on her fair share of X-files, wasn’t at all intimidated. Intrigued but not scared, she leaned down and whispered seductively, "Because I didn’t want you to see what we were researching, Mr. Webb."

Her hot breath on his neck was most disconcerting and he struggled to retain his professionalism. "Gee, let me guess, you two were reading porn after hours."

"Webb." AJ’s growl immediately brought up the memory and the pain of Russia. Webb gulped, only to find that his plan wasn’t going at all the way he had wanted.

Before he could apologize, Monica purred again. "No. Actually, we were researching sex toys."

"Monica!" Dana practically squealed and she couldn’t meet her lover’s startled look.

Reyes knew she was busted. She ran her hand down Webb’s arm until it came to rest on his which was clutching the mouse. Covering his hand in hers, she moved the cursor and forced his finger to click on the history button. "There. Is that want you wanted?" Breaking all contact with the very flustered spy, she grinned at the two couples. "Dana and I are helping to track down a serial child molester for VCU. It’s been slow. We’re trying to draw him out on one of the chat rooms he frequents and he was waxing poetic about this site and…well it was all research."

"Jesus." Webb was blushing furiously and was desperately trying to remember why he had gone to all the trouble to trick AJ into tricking Skinner into getting him down here. "Research. Okay. I’ll buy that." Taking a deep breath, he fought to regain his old sarcastic self. "Look guys, this is going to take forever. The four of you are together. Why don’t you all go out to dinner at Chez Paul." He sighed. "My treat." He licked his lips. "You too, Agent Reyes. I’m sure someone as nice looking as you are, has a boyfriend. Call him up and have him meet you. I’ll call from here. You can have a great dinner and talk about what a jerk I am. Should be a fun evening all around." He picked up the phone. "Six, right?"

Four sets of eyes met. All four knew Webb was up to something, but it was Monica who insisted. "Are you insane? Leave you here to look in our files? I don’t even know who you are."

Before he could give her his stock answer, AJ snarled, "He’s with the CIA."

"Yeah, Agent Reyes, I’m into real crime." Webb snapped. "Frankly, unless it’s coming for my throat, I don’t care if they're vampires, flukemen or little green monsters."

"Grey." Three voices corrected him.

"Whatever." He started loading a CD into the ‘M’ drive. "Look, this will take four hours easy. "Dinner, or stand around and watch me. I don’t care."

Skinner looked at AJ who just shrugged. "Hey, it’s your backyard, Walter. Do what you think best."

"You trust him?"

"Nah. But is he going to hurt anything down here?"

"Got me. I’m never here anymore. Dana?"

Dana looked from one to the other and quirked an eyebrow. She and Mulder never kept anything really important down here anymore. Hell after the fire, Mulder never kept anything in writing period. "Chez Paul for six it is and I think I’m in the mood for Dom Perignon."

"Terrific." Webb sighed, but watched in relief as all five left the basement office. He quickly called in the reservation; he had to brow-beat the owner. Then he waited. He really didn’t give a damn about what was on the computer in the basement. If he did, the CIA had better hackers for that kind of work. No. The old man told him what he wanted and why he wanted it. It made Webb sick, but after reading the two men’s files, he really didn’t care. Who knew, maybe it would actually do AJ some good, though he doubted it. Quickly he shut down the computer, turned off the lights and waited. And then waited some more.

It was nearly 10:30 before he heard the elevator ding. Silently, he made his way to the door and eased it open. He watched as the two shadows made their way in the opposite direction.

Carefully, he followed them; praying nothing would jump out at him or tumble down on him. Deep into the tall metal filing stacks he followed, until they entered a long dark corridor. Their footsteps were the only noise besides the hum of the few fluorescent sconce lamps interspersed every 10 or 15 feet. Finally, he heard a deep rumble. "Here we are."

"What is it?" said the other, more familiar voice.

"One of the interrogation rooms. We don’t use them anymore."

Webb hurried forward. There were dozens of doors down here and he couldn’t afford to miss seeing which one they entered. He also couldn’t afford to be seen. Quickly, he tried one of the doors and was relieved to feel it open. Peering through the crack, he watched and waited.

"I don’t like this. What’s in the room next to this? The room on the other side of the mirror?" demanded the familiar voice.

"Alexander, don’t worry about it. Here, see? It’s empty. There are no cameras; hell, there aren't even any tables or chairs. Look, you want this or don’t you?" The grumble was slightly angry now.

"Yeah. Okay. Yeah, I want this. I want you. It’s been a long time, Alvin."

[[God! I won’t be able to eat for a week.]] Webb thought as he waited while the Deputy Director of the FBI led the Secretary of the Navy into the room and firmly locked the door. The snick echoed down the hall.

This section of corridor was even darker than the rest, but Webb reached up and loosened one more florescent bulb, plunging the doors deeper into shadow. Carefully, he eased open a door and walked into the empty room. He left the door slightly ajar so he could hear anything outside. It was eerie staring into the other room knowing he could see them and all they could see was each other. He didn’t stand too close to the two-way mirror, though. [[Damn! I wish I brought a flask of scotch. I am going to be so sick…oh man.]] He watched in disgust as the two men kissed. He took out the tiny camera and began to click away. Clicked as Alvin Kersh pushed Alexander Nelson against the table and divested the SecNav of his clothes. Clicked as Kersh began to run his tongue down Nelson’s chest and clicked as Kersh swallowed Nelson whole. [[Like that's so hard to do. What is the bastard, 3" long?]]

He was still clicking and getting sicker by the minute as Kersh stripped and roughly kissed his lover again before spinning the man around and bending him over the table. [[I don’t need to see this. I may never get hard again in my life.]] He waited for the money shot and took a lovely series of pictures with Kersh buried to the hilt in Nelson’s ass, his face scrunched up in ecstasy and one last one of the two men kissing again. He let them dress without pictorial comment, resting his chin on his chest. [[I am one disgusting pervert.]] He waited until they opened the door and heard Nelson say. "Damn, I don’t remember it this dark."

"Light burned out, probably. Come on Alexander, the only scary things down here are those freaks in the X-files and I’ve got them under my thumb. Besides, they’re all gone anyway."

Webb waited to lift his head until he could no longer hear the echo of their footsteps down the long, dark corridor. Sighing, he turned and nearly gasped out loud.

"You’re under arrest, Mr. Webb." Monica was leaning against the wall right next to the door. Her gun was in her hand, but by her side.

"What are you doing here? Why aren’t you at dinner?" his voice cracked.

"Obviously, spying on the spy." Her voice dripped with disgust and contempt. "You are some piece of work, Mr. Webb. And here poor Dana was so embarrassed that you discovered our foray on the Internet. Somehow, that rather pales after this little performance." She blushed as she answered his second question. "I didn’t want to be the fifth wheel."

He turned off the camera, put it in his pocket and walked up to her. "You can’t arrest me, I have permission to be down here. Now, I’m going home and try to forget this night."

She stepped between him and the door. "Why did you do it?"

"Because I was told to. We may need ammunition one day against one or both of them." He snarled and tried to reach around her only to find that he was now lightly embracing her, holding her gun arm firmly against her body.

"It’s disgusting." She pushed at him and he stepped back.

"You’re telling me. I may be scarred for life," he sighed.

"I have to do something to get that picture out of my head." She took a step toward him and raised her gun.

He gulped. "What are you going to do?"

"I told you. You’re under arrest, now move." She opened the door and waited for him to precede her out into the corridor.

"Look." He turned but she put the gun at his nose. Even in the dim light he could clearly see the safety was on. "Where are you taking me?"

She licked her lips and pushed him back. "Well, I guess I have to interrogate you."

He looked in horror at the door where Nelson and Kersh had just had their tryst. "Oh no. You wouldn’t dare."

She returned his look of horror. "Oh ewwwwww. Jesus. Talk about a mood breaker. That’s gonna cost you extra. Walk."

She backed him further down hall. Almost all the way back to the office. Just before they reached the files, she stopped at a door. "In here."

"Shit! What is this place?" He gulped as he saw the cell with the cot in it.

"This is where we keep prisoners."

"Bullshit," he squeaked. "You don’t keep prisoners here. Do you?"

"I’m keeping you here…for a little while." She pushed him toward the cell. "Give me your gun."

"Now look, Reyes, what say we forget all this and I take you out for dinner?"

"Can you really eat after what you just saw?" She looked rather shocked. "Give me your gun."

"Jeez." He pulled the Sig from his waist holster and handed it to her.

"Now, take off your jacket." She purred.

"Just don’t drop it on the floor." He handed it to her and was relieved when she hung it on a hook.

"Turn around and grab the bars."

He hated to admit it, but he was getting seriously turned on here. "Why? What are you going to do?"

"Do it." She jabbed the gun into his ribs.

"Ow. Fine." He turned and grabbed the bars and waited. His surprised hiss turned into a groan as she began to give him a thorough frisking. Her hands ran over his arms, tickling as she worked her way lower. She rubbed her body against him as she made sure he wasn’t hiding any other weapon anywhere. "Oh, Damn," he sighed as she fondled him through his slacks.

"Turn around and strip."

Slowly, he unbuttoned his vest and took it off. Handing it to her, he waited until she hung it up. [[Good, games are fine, but it is a $2000 suit.]] His shirt, undershirt and slacks followed. "You taping this, Agent Reyes?"

She ran her tongue over her lips and then sighed. "No, and it would take too long to go and find the switch."

"Pity," he responded as he took off his shoes and socks. Tucking the socks neatly into the shoes, he put them next to the straight back chair on the outside of the bars.

"Underwear. I need to make sure you aren’t caring a concealed weapon."

"Trite, Agent Reyes," he deadpanned.

"Hey. Shut up. You think I do this all the time?" She snapped and he noticed the fine line of sweat over her upper lip and he wanted very much to lick it away.

He stood before her and she had to stifle her groan. "Put your hands over your head."

"Why? What are you going to do?" She held up the cuffs that she had taken off her belt.

"Oh no. Not gonna happen. I can see it now. You handcuff me and then leave. No."

"My, you have trust issues, I see." Her smile was almost enticing enough for Webb to reconsider, but he just stood there with his arms crossed.

She stepped up to him and ran the cold barrel of the gun over his erection. "Well, it looks like you really do want this, so here." She handed him the cuffs. "Put them wherever you want them." He hooked them through the bars and then stood in front of the cell and reached up and grabbed the bars. "Nice." She bobbed up and kissed him, but before he could embrace her, she stepped away. "Now, my turn."

She hung her clothes next to his but when she turned around, she found him right behind her. He pulled the gun from her hand, tossed it on the chair and pulled her into his arms. "Not very smart, Reyes." He grinned just before his lips met hers.

Four hands roamed up and down two backs to grab bare bottoms. Tongues entwined and caressed and the temperature in this long forgotten room rose. When they had to stop or pass out, Webb stared into her eyes. "I can’t believe we’re doing this." His whisper turned into a moan as she ground her mound against his erection. "Damn, your skin is so soft.

Monica trailed her tongue along the stubble of his chin. "You need a shave."

"Oh. You want to stop? We can…"

"No. We’re fine." They kissed again, but this time, Webb began walking them backwards, praying he didn’t stumble over something before he reached his goal. He blew it and ended up not at the opening of the cell, but pressed against the bars. Monica leaned back and snarled seductively. "Get them up and don’t let go this time."

He let go of her and reached up and grabbed the bars again. She smiled and began her torture. "So tell me, Mr. Webb, you take great pleasure in tricking your friends?" She dragged a nail down his neck and over his nipple.

He hissed. "Don’t have any friends." She roughly pinched the hard little tip and pain gave way to pleasure. "Besides," he panted, "they got dinner out of it. Why didn’t you go with them? Boyfriend couldn’t get away…oh Jesus." He moaned as her mouth briefly replaced her fingers. She stepped back and then let her fingers tickle down his chest until she reached his navel.

"No boyfriend. You?

"No, I don’t have a boyfriend. Ouch." He winced as she pinched the soft tissue around his belly button. "Girlfriend or wife either, satisfied."

"For now. As for dinner, I am rather hungry, actually." She sank to her knees and considered the bobbing cock before her. "Very nice. Much bigger than…"

"Please don’t. Please don’t mention that again," he hoarsely demanded.

She looked up at him for a long moment and realized that for whatever reasons he had done what he had done, it gave him no satisfaction. She cocked her head to one side and decided that she might really like this rather uptight man waiting for her to do something. "You want this?"

"God, please," he whispered.

Her tongue snaked out and caught the first drop of pre-cum before it fell from his cock. "Nice," she whispered seductively. Leaning forward, she blew across the head and was very satisfied with the response. She moved back slightly and his cock sought her like a magnet seeks true north. Firmly, she pushed his hips back against the bars.

Webb welcomed the cold against his ass. Her mouth and her tongue were so hot against his skin. Her hands caressed his balls and he fought the need to buck into her mouth. Her tongue pressed against the vein that pulsed along the underside of his cock and he felt himself tighten up. [[Too soon. No.]] "Monica, stop!" he commanded in as firm a voice as he could. "Stop or I’ll be no good to you."

"Sure you will, Mr. Webb." She purred before engulfing him again. She sucked so hard he thought he was going to fall over, but he held onto the bars as he began to come. She swallowed everything he pulsed into her and then began sucking some more.

"Please stop," he whimpered. "Too much."

She released him and then stood up. He pulled her against his chest and held her while he caught his breath. "Damn, lady. What do you want know? I’ll tell you anything."

Her gentle laugh was cut off as his lips claimed hers in another passionate kiss. This time, he was able to maneuver her into the cell. He started to lower her to the dusty soiled mattress. "No."

"NO!" She growled.

"No. I want to make slow love to you. I want to make you scream my name, but in a bed. A real bed with sheets and pillows." He looked around the tiny, suddenly depressing room. "With windows. Come on, Monica, get dressed."

"Webb, I’m going to kill you." She reached for him, but he grabbed her hand.

"You probably will sweetheart, but you’re going to enjoy this, at least as much as I enjoyed…your snack." Quickly, they donned their clothes and sparing one last look at the camera in the corner, he said. "You sure that camera is off?"

"Pretty sure."

"Terrific."

They practically ran for the elevator, but once inside he didn’t try to kiss her again. Instead, he pulled out his cell phone and scrolled through some numbers.

"It won’t work in here."

"Ah yes. This is Mr. Carmichael. I would like my usual room. No, the usual rate is fine, thank you and would you please have a bottle of Dom Perignon, fresh strawberries and Godiva in the room when we get there...? Ten minutes…yes…bill it to the usual. Thank you."

He led her past the security door and out onto Pennsylvania Avenue. "Taxi!"

She stared at him in shock and wonder. "Do this often? Don’t want to take me home to mother, Webb? Pretty damn sure of yourself."

"No, not really. Usually when I rent a room at the Monaco it's for…let's say guests of the government…Mother’s in Europe, my townhouse is in Alexandria, the Monaco is much closer don’t you think…?" He helped her into the cab and gave the cab driver the address.

"Mon, dats only…" The cabby saw the twenty and shut up.

As he settled next to her, he gave her a long appraising look. "And yes, I am pretty damn sure of myself. Shouldn’t I be?"

[[What the hell have I gotten myself into? Fuck it.]] Monica sighed and leaned her head back. "Sure, why not? It’s just I don’t usually do this."

He ran a finger down her neck. "Believe it or not, neither do I."

Less than ten minutes after his phone call, they were standing in the hallway waiting for the room service waiter to leave. Webb tipped him and then followed Monica into the room.

"Oh my. Oh, this is so much nicer than…" She gulped.

"Yeah. I figured we were going to need heavy industrial nice to forget…"

"Already forgotten, come here," she whispered. The kiss was long, wet and surprisingly sweet. She released him. "Get naked. I’ll pour the champagne."

For the second time that night Webb carefully removed his clothes. Rubbing his hand over his jaw, he said. "Be right back."

She opened the champagne, tasted one of the chocolates, sighed and then poured two flutes full of the $175/bottle bubbly. She surveyed the room. "Damn, girl. This is no roll in the hay at the four-hour nap place." While the king-size bed dominated the room, there was a very nice seating arrangement in front of the window. The food had been placed on a wet bar area at the other end. Sipping her drink, she walked over to the bed and pulled the luxurious sheets the rest of the way down and tested the mattress. "Hey, hurry up in there." Then, thinking again, she reached for the phone. When the front desk answered, she took a deep breath. "Yes, this is…Mrs. Carmichael in room…"

"Yes, Mrs. Carmichael, how can I help you?"

"Well, uhm…I seem to have forgotten my toothbrush and I was wondering…."

"Have you checked the bathroom, Mrs. Carmichael? The room is always stocked with all the necessities."

"Oh. No, my…husband is in there now…no I didn’t know…thank you." She hung up the phone and stalked to the bathroom. Taking a deep breath, she pushed the door open. "Hey…oh my god."

Clay was just wiping the excess shave cream from his face and met her stunned look. "What’s wrong?"

"What’s wrong? Holy shit." She stepped into the room and just stared. "Whirlpool. Damn, how many shower heads are in that stall? Shit! That’s a bidet. Look at all this stuff." She did a quick inventory of everything on the vanity and knew she could spend the night and return to work the next morning completely clean and ready to go. "I don’t suppose they have extra underwear."

"No. Sorry." He smiled softly. He knew she was almost overwhelmed by the luxury, but he had just wanted to get her into bed as quickly as possible. He wasn’t trying to catch any attachés of any foreign countries doing anything indiscreet with well-paid call girls. He also knew the room next door, the room they had so carefully set up with secret spy holes to tape the proceedings here, was empty. "Monica?"

"Yes?" She sighed.

"You okay? If this makes you uncomfortable…?"

She raked her eyes down his body and then licked his lips. "No. But, get out for a bit."

"Okay. He grabbed one of the long white robes off the counter, tore off the plastic and put it on. "I’ll be out here."

"You better be." She stripped and threw her bra, panties and nylons into one of the sinks. She wasn’t even surprised to see the small bottle of Woolite[TM] nestled in a basket. She was shaking with laughter by the time she squeezed out and draped her underwear on a small towel bar. [[Girl, just enjoy it. It will never happen again in your life. Just lay back and enjoy it all.]] She brushed her teeth, took a deep breath and donned the other robe resting on the counter. [[Damn, we are definitely DOING IT in that tub.]] Turning off the lights, she stepped back into the bedroom.

He was silhouetted against the window, drinking his champagne. Snagging another chocolate, she bit into it and sighed.

"Okay?" His whisper held a hint of worry.

She ran the gooey confection over his lips until he bit into it. She licked him clean then whispered back. "Very much okay." She sipped from his flute.

"Good." He took the glass, drained it in one gulp and then put it on the table. Without another word, he took her by the shoulders and pushed her toward the bed. When her calves hit the side, he quickly untied the robe and pulled the soft terry down over her shoulders, trapping her arms at her sides. "You complained about me needing a shave. Is this better?" He kissed her neck allowing his cheek to rest on her shoulder.

"Oh, very nice," she breathed. By the time his lips reached her breasts, he had to follow her down as she fell back across the bed. Her arms were caught at her sides, still imprisoned by the hotel robe. He made his way down to her belly and played there for a while, eliciting giggles and groans. She tried to squirm, but his body covered her legs and all she could do was rise up and rest against her forearms and elbows and watch him. She soon forgot to even struggle to get free as his lips reached her already slick mound. He spread her legs and began to place soft kisses on each thigh. "Webb."

He stopped and growled at her. "What is it with you people? I think you can call me Clay if I’m going to go down on you, Monica."

"Damn you, Clay, please." She cried out as his tongue flicked over her clit.

"That’s better." He grinned and returned to tormenting her.

She thrashed and moaned and finally worked her hands free. She reached down and caressed his incredibly soft hair. "Oooooo. Yes. Just like that." She moaned as his tongue circled the throbbing bud. "Please, just don’t stop." She spread her legs even further apart when she felt him tease open her labia. "Oh damn. Oh yes, yes, yes." She sighed as his fingers explored her sopping passage. She screamed his name as he bit down gently on her clit and clutched the sheets as he continued to torment her. Wave after wave of pleasure overtook her and she didn’t even notice when he stopped. He stretched out next to her on the bed, stroking her skin as she slowly came down. "Oh wow!"

"I’ll say." He leaned over to kiss her and she greedily licked his face clean. "Damn, you are hot, Monica Reyes. Come here and ride me." He pulled her to him until she straddled his hips. His erection was pressed between them and she knew he was ready.

"Promise me something." She rubbed her sex over his cock.

"Jesus, Monica, anything. You want me to kill somebody? Name it."

"No, I don’t want you to kill anybody, but I’ll file it away for later. I want to make love in that hot tub."

"Oh, yeah. And the shower, too. Damn it, Monica. I need to be inside you." He tried to pull her into position, but now she was in control. She raised up and positioned him at her opening and then slowly slid down his shaft.

Twin sighs of relief echoed around the room. She just sat there on him for a while, adjusting to him filling her. He reached up and traced a pattern across her breasts and let her set the pace.

She started out slow, but as he caressed and tormented her nipples she got more and more frantic. When he knew he wouldn’t last much longer, he reached down and rubbed her clit. They came together in a shout and she collapsed on top of him. "Oh, wow. Oh, that wasn’t bad at all."

"Yeah, not too bad. I think we need more practice, though." He pulled the covers over them.

"Oh, yeah. You know, I think I feel a sick day coming on."

"Oh, that definitely works for me."

Across the city, in a high rise in Crystal City, four friends who had discovered that perhaps some taboos were made to be broken, lay sated in Walter Skinner’s king-size bed. The men, spooned against the backs of the women were almost asleep. Dana Scully met Sarah MacKenzie’s gaze. "I feel really guilty that Monica didn’t join us for dinner."

"She said she had other things to do, Dana," came the sleepy murmur.

"I know, but she needs to get a boyfriend. That bastard Folmer gives me the creeps." AJ Chegwidden reached across Sarah MacKenzie and caressed his finger down Dana’s cheek. He met Walter Skinner’s amused glance and laughed. Dana ground her ass into her boss’s cock. "What’s so funny, AJ?"

"Well, you are usually more astute, darlin’, but I think Miss Reyes might just have found someone to keep her mind off this Folmer guy. Wouldn’t you agree Walter?"

Skinner squeezed Dana’s ass and then entwined his fingers with Sarah who was already beginning to snore softly. "Yeah, I don’t know which one of them will be more surprised; Reyes or Webb."

Part 5

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