A HIGHLAND TALE 6/?
BY LEELEE AND SEEKERONE
RATING: NC-17 at least. 
CATEGORY: Sc/Sk, Mulder/O, and then who knows?
Comments:  Thanks to Sylvie for new meticulous beta. Also announcing 
the new grandmasters (or mistresses if you prefer) of the run on 
sentence.
SUMMARY: Scully discovers her own version of the Loch Ness Monster.
SPOILERS:  Don't think so.  Sort of our own little AU.
DISCLAIMERS:  You-know-who created you-know-whom.  The rest are all 
ours, with some genuine historical characters visiting such as Robert 
the Bruce and Edward II. 
ARCHIVE: We jest be delighted.  As long as you take the whole thing 
and let us know so we can come visit.
WARNING: More Graphic sex in this chapter.  So, much for the innocent 
bodice ripper time travel. We're getting down to the real smut now. 
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HIGHLAND 6

The afternoon sun sparkled on the droplets running down her breasts 
and bounced off the tiny waves of the crystal blue lake. The loch was 
icy cold, but Scully didn't care.  She was greasy, smelly, dirty and 
might have picked up a flea or two from last night's makeshift bed in 
the rushes.  She needed to get clean, and she needed time by herself 
to think, or maybe, not to think.  

She rolled over and made a jackknife dive to the bottom when she 
remembered how they had slept last night. Skinner was lucky she let 
him live after the way he mauled her. She refused to ponder her oh-so-
obvious response to his hard body pressed against hers. She had just 
leaned into him and opened her mouth to his kiss when her partner 
rudely interrupted them. After Mulder's departure last night, Skinner 
had roughly pulled her down on a blanket pallet in the rushes and 
ordered her to stay there.  She found it damn hard to sleep when he 
wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close to him.  Despite 
exhaustion, she had lain awake for hours wondering. What would he do 
if she slipped her hand down his leg? Or carefully stroked his cock?  
Or turned around and gave him a love bite on his neck? It wasn't 
until the fires had burned down to embers and the hall was cloaked in 
darkness, that she finally gave up on her bodice-ripper fantasies and 
slept.
 
And then this morning, she woke up to the feel of his hand on the 
back of her bare thigh and a big morning erection poking her in the 
stomach. God, she could still smell the morning warmth of him as she 
nuzzled his chest.  Stop it Dana, she thought, that's the main reason 
for this cold swim.

Isabel, who it seemed was some kind of housekeeper, had sent her to 
work in the kitchen. It was a hard job that consisted of preparing 
the meals and serving them in the hall. The work was made even harder 
when she realized she would have to avoid the grabbing hands of the 
men of the castle. She had made a bad situation worse when the ever 
charming scar-faced Angus had grabbed her ass from behind.  

"Here's a fancy tidbit I'd like to break me fast with." He had said 
while his hands had wandered up to grab her breasts. 

Her FBI training kicked in, and with no conscious thought, Scully 
reached around and slammed the thick mug of ale against his fat 
head.  Angus had fallen, landing heavily in the rushes. If Skinner 
hadn't quickly grabbed her, Angus would have gotten a swift kick to 
the groin to accompany his aching head. Now the ugly little troll was 
glaring at her at every opportunity and holding his aching head.

Scully didn't know how she'd gotten through the rest of the morning 
without killing something. After helping prepare meals for so many 
people, she had added a layer of grease, spilt ale and wood smoke to 
the smelly shift she wore. Finally, she couldn't stand it for another 
minute and demanded to know where she could bathe and wash her 
clothing.

Isabel had looked at her in disbelief as she scratched blonde 
curls.  "Well, lass.. there's a small loch not fer away . . . but by 
our lady, the water's cold enough to freeze yer titties off, and 
forgive me sayin' but ye ha not got a lot to spare."

Scully, ignoring the remark about her perfectly adequate B-cups, 
insisted on bathing, and Isabel, after another glance at the still 
glowering Angus, insisted on accompanying her.  At least as 
housekeeper, she had access to the laundry and extra soap.

A group of young boys were there, throwing rocks into the lake and 
chattering at each other in a thick mixture of Gaelic and English. 
Scully briefly thanked whatever fates had dropped them here, for 
putting them so close to the English border. She knew that any 
further north and they wouldn't be able to communicate at all.

Isabel called a greeting to the boys and calmly began to strip off 
her clothes. Scully just watched in amazement as the boys continued 
playing without staring at the incredibly lovely young woman's nude 
body. Isabel walked into the lake until the water came up to her 
knees and called to Scully to bring the bar of strong smelling soap. 

Of course, Scully thought. Despite the fact that Isabel was a 
relative by marriage to the Lady Rhiannon of the castle, she was 
still basically a servant. And privacy and modesty it seemed were 
reserved for the titled members of the household. 

There was something intriguing, and even liberating, about Isabel's 
uninhibited attitude though, Scully thought, as she slowly pulled her 
shift off her head.  The lake was beautiful and unspoiled as any 
classic Turner landscape.  And it had been a long time since she had 
gone skinny-dipping. 

Isabel cried out a warning for her not to go too deep, but Scully 
ignored her as she struck out toward the center of the lake. The cold 
water felt wonderful against her nude body. She could feel the dirt 
and grim that had clung to her washing away. 

Flipping onto her back, she let her body float to the surface. She 
had always been a natural swimmer, it was just part of being a Navy 
brat. She closed her eyes against the sunshine and thought of her 
partner. She had been worried after the Lady Rhiannon had hauled 
Mulder back upstairs last night like a runaway serf. But there was 
really very little that she or Skinner could do at that point. 

And this morning, when the clan's people were breaking their fast, 
Mulder appeared looking none the worse for the evening's activities. 
Even if he did keep idly rubbing a rather large hickey just above 
that stupid iron collar.  He had that same slightly dazed, stupefied 
look that he had worn during the X-File with that bimbo Dr. Bambi, 
she grumbled to herself. Admit it, Scully, she thought, he looked 
like he'd been well fucked and enjoyed every minute of it

The sun felt warm on her face and the sensation of her breasts 
bobbing above the surface made her feel free and relaxed. She could 
almost laugh out loud at the impossibility of the situation. Here she 
was, stuck in medieval Scotland and trapped in a primitive culture. 
There was no way home that she knew of, and she was skinny-dipping. 
She was lying back, floating in lake, enjoying the forbidden treat of 
being completely naked. Well hell, she thought, Mulder's getting laid 
for the first time in years.  Skinner's playing the Scottish version 
of Cowboys and Indians with Jamie.  This X-file won't fall apart if I 
have a little fun too. God knows, I deserve it, she decided.

She lifted her head slightly when she heard Isabel speaking.  "I've 
ner seen the like of it. First she sinks under, and now by all the 
saints, she's floating there like a log." 

Scully chuckled to herself and had decided to ignore the girl when a 
familiar laughing voice boomed from the shoreline.  "Come out of 
there, ye crazy wench! Ye'll drown for sure!" 

"Oh, shit!" Scully cried out and ducked quickly underwater. She 
stayed submerged until she felt her lungs would burst. Surfacing, she 
knew what she would find. 

Sure enough! Jamie was standing next to Isabel and slowly unwrapping 
the kilt from around his waist. He was laughing at her and shaking 
his head in amazement. Isabel seemed totally unconcerned by the fact 
that Jamie was there. She went unconcernedly back to her bathing 
while chatting with the man. He entered the water beside her and was 
splashing water over his chest.  With a loud laugh, Jamie sat down in 
the water and presented his back to Isabel for scrubbing. 

Scully looked around in desperation, treading water.  She tried to 
think of a way to get back to shore and dressed without them seeing 
any more than she had already exposed. She finally decided to just 
wait them out. She floated out deeper where she could be alone and 
kept one ear on what they where saying.

Her head snapped around to look at them when she heard Mulder's name. 
Jamie seemed to be upset that the Lady Rhiannon was paying so much 
attention to her partner. Apparently, they hadn't figured out what 
she had already guessed. That Mulder and Rhiannon had obviously spent 
the night together. It dawned on her that this could be dangerous for 
all three of them. Rhiannon was the lady of the castle and as such, 
spending the night with a prisoner was a very brazen thing to do. The 
way that Rhiannon practically drooled over Mulder would give it away 
soon enough. So much for medieval ladies being the image of modesty 
and piety. Lady Rhiannon wasn't much of a lady after all.

Isabel seemed to be consoling Jamie over Rhiannon's behavior, but 
Scully heard very little of it. Scanning her eyes along the 
shoreline, she saw Skinner standing with his hands on his hips and 
looking at her with a bemused expression on his face.

Her breath caught at the sight of him. The stubble on his face was 
filling in surprisingly quickly and she could tell that in just a day 
or two he would have a thick brown beard. She shivered in the cold 
water thinking how it would feel on her tender skin. Mulder had quite 
a beard growing too, but he just looked scruffy. Sometime during the 
morning Skinner had taken his shirt off, and like Jamie he was now 
wearing nothing more than the kilt belted around his waist. 

Scully took a deep breath to calm her racing pulse at the sight. His 
chest was splattered with mud, but it didn't seem to take anything 
away from the breathtaking vision. Take the man out of DC, strip him 
of his boring suits, and he looked every bit the Scottish warrior. 
Part of her desperately wanted a camera. She knew she could retire 
after selling copies to every woman in the Hoover Building, if they 
ever got back there. 

Meeting his eyes, she was taken back by the heat she saw there. 
Against her will, she began swimming closer to shore. When her feet 
touched ground, she stood with only her bare shoulders showing.

Skinner didn't even blink. Just began to remove his kilt. She 
steadfastly kept her eyes locked with his even though he dropped the 
kilt and was walking into the water toward her. Finally looking away 
from her, Skinner took the soap from the bare breasted, laughing 
Isabel and headed out to the deeper part of the lake. 

She stood still in the water. Unsure of what to do while she watched 
him duck under water near her. How was she supposed to get out of 
this? Jamie and Isabel were out of the lake and pulling on their 
clothes already. Scully watched them walk off with a sense of near 
panic. She heard Skinner swim up beside her.

All right Dana, just be calm, she thought.  This doesn't mean 
anything. Just forget how clear this water is.  She put on her most 
unconcerned face and turned to look at him. But before she could 
think of anything to say, he handed her the bar of soap and turned 
his back to her. 

"It looks like one of your duties is to wash backs. Get with it, 
girl."

She gaped at his very large bare back for a moment, before laughing 
out loud. He sure had guts. She would give him that. She steeled 
herself to swipe the soap over his back. Maybe even with a scratch or 
two from her broken nails thrown in for good measure. But the second 
her hands touched him, she knew she had made a mistake.

The muscles of his back felt hard under her slick fingers. Even the 
cold water couldn't stop the heat she felt radiating off him. She 
lathered his shoulders into a lather and felt the warmth spreading 
from her fingers, up her arms and over her entire body. He moaned 
softly when she kneaded at the knots she found there. The vibrations 
of the moan taking the same path as Skinner's warmth until it rested 
in her breasts which were now peeking out from under the water. Her 
nipples were like two hard pebbles and she fought the urge to touch 
them to his sleek back. Rub them across it and see if she could make 
him lose his mind. They were chilled from the water and he was so 
very hot.  The shouts of the boys coming back near the lake jerked 
her away from the fantasy. The soap dropped from her hands and her 
arms dropped nerveless to her sides. 

Taking a deep breath, she asked, "Uh. . . How did it go with Jamie?" 
At this point, standing nude in the water behind her boss, she didn't 
really care. It was just her need to hide her nervousness that made 
her ask. 

"Jamie was able to best me at swords, but I kicked his ass in hand to 
hand and with a knife.  So it looks like I'm hired." He said the 
words nonchalantly, turning around to face her. His eyes slowly moved 
down from her face and rested on the tops of her bare breasts. He was 
looking at them like a starving man. Her body began to shiver in 
response. 

She had to stop this. Turning in the water, she started for the shore 
when his large arms suddenly circled her from behind. His body, huge 
and hard, pressed up against her back. His erection pressed like a 
fiery rod between them. She stood stock-still and let his hands roam 
over her. Up her abdomen to cup her breasts. Down to stroke between 
her legs. She couldn't pull away if her life depended on it. And in 
all honesty, she didn't want to.  She had lost all will, except for 
one thing.  She wanted Walter Skinner. His lips grazed her ear and he 
began to nibble on her earlobe. Shooting sensations down her body and 
tying her stomach up in a tight knot that she knew would build and 
build until she exploded in his arms.

"We both want this. Don't pull away. Just let yourself go." He 
whispered in her ear as one of his fingers eased down between her 
legs and slipped between her folds.

The water lapped against her front and his intensity burned her back. 
The sunny day seemed blinding while she stood there and let him touch 
her nude body. Stroking and petting and nibbling her neck until she 
closed her eyes and did what he asked. No fear. No defensiveness. 
Just let herself go with a cry. Her body arching against his. Wanting 
him to lift her and impale her on his cock. Never wanting it to end. 
His body and the cool water owning her completely.

She stretched her arms behind her to pull his head tightly against 
her neck. His breath was rasping in her ear and she matched his 
breathing with gasps of her own. Her body felt on fire for him. His 
hands breaking down the last of her resistance.

"Please" She gasped and nuzzled his ear. 

Skinner lifted her and turned her around until she was cradled in his 
arms. Her legs clinging to his waist. Her swollen sex rubbing against 
his abdomen. He kissed her until she was dizzy for lack of air. Their 
tongues mating furiously. She grabbed his shoulders and hung on. 
Whimpering her need into his throat.

His hands were kneading her ass. Lifting her even higher so he could 
fill her. Her body jerked when she felt the head of his cock touch 
her pussy. Reality reasserting itself. The sounds of the lake and 
distant voices of the boys suddenly got louder. They had to stop, was 
her frantic thought.

But then he pulled her down onto him. Stabbing into her only enough 
to let her body become accustomed to his large size. She felt an 
answering rush of fluids and her crazed need for him returned.

She broke away from his mouth and let her head drop back with a moan. 
Skinner lifted up slightly and pulled her down to split her further. 
Lifting her head, she looked deeply into his eyes. The passion she 
saw in his face was mixed with determination. She almost came at the 
thought that he was fixated on completely filling her with his huge 
tool.

Her name came out as a grunt as he grabbed her hips tight and yanked 
her down fully onto his cock.

She arched her body back so far that her hair floated in the water 
and a wail escaped her.

He didn't move. Just let her float there, anchored to him by her legs 
entwining his waist and his large cock stuffed into her body. She 
felt so full and yet so free. It was the most erotic sensation in the 
world.

Finally his hands gripped her back and he pulled her to him. His 
movements so gentle she thought she would cry. She wrapped her arms 
around his back and hid her face against his neck. She could feel the 
shudders running down his frame. A groan came from deep in his chest 
and caused her painfully hard nipples to rub against him. He took her 
hips and lifted her. Pulling her back onto him just as she felt his 
cock about to slip out. Over and over he did this. Her cries 
punctuating each full impaling. 

The muscles of his back rippled under her hands. She could feel him 
holding back. Going easy on her. The water washed away her body's 
juices and she was glad for his gentleness at first. But then her 
need for release took over and she started to beg. "More, 
please . . .  Harder. . ." He answered by panting harshly in her ear 
and quickening his pace. Grinding herself against him, she found her 
own rhythm. One that rubbed her swollen clit against his body and 
increased the friction to the point that she covered his lips with 
her own to distract her. She wanted to feel him fall apart. She knew 
she could feel it coming. She could read all his emotions so easily. 
For the first time in the years that she had known him, she felt his 
every emotion pounding into her body and into her soul. 

Skinner attacked her mouth as severely as he was attacking her body. 
Thrusting into her with his tongue in tune with the pounding thrusts 
of his cock.

His body felt like iron. Her mind was spinning out of control. The 
burning friction of his cock rubbing her pussy raw and she just 
didn't care. She couldn't hold off the explosion. It shot through her 
and wrenched his name from her lips. Flying, flying, feeling him 
bellow against the skin of her throat followed by the mild pain of 
him biting down on her tender skin. His body exploding into hers.

They clung so tightly together. The hazy world coming slowly into 
focus. She felt the pain between her legs and wanted to will it away. 
Skinner seemed in no hurry to let her go and she rested her head 
against his shoulder, letting herself come down from the ultimate 
high.

A movement from him caused her to whimper and he was suddenly pulling 
her free. He placed her back on her feet and looked deeply into her 
eyes.


His voice sounded hoarse, "Scully, are you all right?"

She almost laughed at him. The best orgasm, hell the best sex of her 
life and he was worried?  "I'm tougher than I look, old man." She had 
meant it to come out amusing, but the words had the opposite effect 
on him. Instead of the smile she expected, she watched as a cloud 
crossed over his face. Worry and tenderness was turning to anger and 
something she could have sworn was fear.  

"I didn't mean to be so rough with you." he said gruffly. "I just 
wanted to give you what you've been begging for."

He turned and began to walk out of the water before his words fully 
registered on her still sex-foggy mind.

Begging for? *Begging for?*

"What?" She felt her body surge toward the bank and where he was now 
pulling on his kilt. "What kind of an asinine thing is that to say?" 
Her voice was rising and she couldn't help it. Rational thought flew 
out of her mind. The fact that someone could walk by and see her 
facing him down was unimportant. Standing nude with hands on her hips 
became even less important.

Skinner wouldn't meet her furious gaze. He was contemplating the knot 
that he was tying around his waist. "Come on, Scully. We're both 
adults.  You've been all over me since we got here," he murmured.

"I've been all over YOU? You arrogant son of a bitch. You've been 
treating me like I'M your damn whore!"

His eyes, when he finally looked up and stared at her were solid 
black with rage. "I just kissed you, touched every inch of your body 
and fucked you senseless. Now, let's see if we can keep it together 
until I
can get us the hell out of here!" he shouted. 

He could get us out of here?  That does it, she thought. She'd show 
the macho fucking pig something. 

"Sure! Fine! Whatever!" She shouted and turned, stopping to grab up 
her clothes. 

Without looking back at him she tugged the shift over her head and 
went in search of her partner.  She knew Skinner hadn't moved from 
the shoreline. She could sense him standing there watching her. But 
she'd be damned if she would turn around to see if his emotions were 
as plain as they had been earlier.

End of Chapter 6