A HIGHLAND TALE 15/15
BY LEELEE AND SEEKERONE
RATING: NC-17. This chapter is exceptionally smutty, and the whole 
series will certainly steam up the monitor. You're warned! 
CATEGORY: Sc/Sk, Mulder/O.F. 
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SUMMARY:  Back home again.
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Chapter 15

X-FILES BASEMENT OFFICE 
HOOVER BUILDING
WASHINGTON, DC
Stacks of files, phone calls, e-mails and reports had been waiting 
for them on their arrival back to work the next morning. It could 
take weeks to sort it all out. But Special Agent Fox William Mulder 
just sat, staring blankly at his slightly dusty computer screen. 
While it was a relief to be back in their own place and time, wearing 
clothes again, their return last night had been as bizarre as 
everything else about this case.  The write up report on this 
particular X-file needed a lot of thought, and Scully was preoccupied 
with her personal concerns. 

The three of them woke at midnight last night in the asphalt parking 
lot adjacent to Dr. Feld's laboratory building. It was a joyous 
moment, until they realized that they were completely nude, 
surrounded by FBI agents and local PD with guns drawn. Skinner had 
abruptly told Mulder to shut the hell up about everything and took 
command of the operation in a borrowed overcoat. He'd loudly 
announced that the three of them had been held prisoner in the 
research facility. Mulder and Scully were given rescue blankets and 
quickly escorted away to safety, while the swat team did the rest.  

Feld and a few of his associates had been arrested, but not before 
the equipment and all of the scientific data had been destroyed. 
Interviewing him in custody that morning had provided no substantial 
evidence to verify anything, Mulder noted. The good doctor rambled 
incoherently about quantum physics, hyper-light enhancers, and time-
space continuums, to the point that he was now committed for 
observation at a high security federal mental facility. 

After reading Scully's comments on the medical report, Mulder doubted 
if he would ever stand trial for the kidnapping of three federal 
agents. Extensive exposure to the particle accelerator necessary for 
time travel seemed to have destroyed the frontal lobes of his brain. 
It was probably for the best, the federal agent decided as he deleted 
the most revealing parts of his report. The last thing Krycek and his 
cronies needed to access was a way to change history.

Scully went home early that afternoon, but Mulder hardly noticed. 
He'd just grunted something when she told him she was leaving for the 
day. His thoughts were on a tall woman he kissed last night, but who, 
in reality, had died several hundred years ago.  He rubbed idly at 
the brand burned on the back of his hand. The small R was still red 
and blistered. What happened to Rhiannon and Jamie? he wondered 
desperately. And young Lord Bruce?  Were they happy?  Did they have 
good lives? Did they ever think of the strange scribe who spent a few 
days with them before vanishing again? Remembering his medieval 
history professor at Oxford bemoaning the lack of personal records 
from that time period, he doubted that he'd ever find out.

The loud ring of his office phone brought him back to the here and 
now. Mulder groaned aloud when he saw the caller ID. A. KERSH. 
Sonofbitch. It was after 5:30.  Didn't the man have a life?  Mulder 
debated letting it roll over to voice mail, but knew he was just 
postponing the inevitable.  

"Mulder," he finally answered. "Yes, sir. Uh. Well. No, sir. Um. 
Okay. On my way."  Of course, he'd be happy to go over to the old 
Senate Office Building and meet with some duly elected official who 
had concerns regarding their handling of this case, he grumbled.  
Just what he always wanted to do, he thought as he slammed the 
basement office door shut. 
  
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SCULLY'S APARTMENT
She could do this. She and Skinner were both adults and she could 
handle what ever happens fine. Scully rearranged the throw pillows on 
her couch for the tenth time in the past half-hour. Nervously, she 
paced to the kitchen and back again. Everything was spotless. She had 
put a pot of coffee on and dusted her living room until the surfaces 
gleamed.

She was prepared.

The mirror in her hallway beckoned, but she resisted the temptation. 
One look at her perfectly styled hair would send her running back to 
the bathroom for her brush. No, she told herself, she could do this.

The night before had been a daze. Scully had huddled in a blanket 
next to her partner while Skinner had taken charge of things. Even in 
a long coat borrowed from an agent, he had looked strong, the picture 
of FBI's finest in charge of a field operation. What he told the cops 
and other FBI agents she didn't know. It must have been good. 
The 'rescuers' had treated them gently, making no comments about 
their naked state or the bizarre symbols painted on them. The agent 
who had escorted her home had done nothing more than cast a few 
curious looks her way.

What ever Nessa had used for paint took a very long, hot shower to 
completely remove. Scully had rested her head against the shower door 
and let the water pound her back until she almost fell asleep. The 
feeling of having a clean body and clean teeth was something she 
prayed she would never have to go without again. All thoughts of 
Skinner and the predicament they were in were put on the back burner 
as she finally stumbled to her bed.

This morning though, he was back. Back in her mind as purposely as he 
strode down the halls of the Hoover building.

Her husband. 

Or not. 

It was still a gray area.

Mulder hadn't said a word. Not one comment or crack about her 'sort 
of' wedded state. In fact, he had said very little of anything all 
day. She had been his partner for too long not to see what he was 
doing. Fox Mulder was in full self-pity mode. Staring at the walls, 
great heaving sighs and eating enough sunflower seeds to leave a 
mountain of shells on his desk blotter.

She knew she should talk to him. He obviously needed her attention, 
but somehow she just couldn't. Tomorrow, she told herself. Tomorrow 
she would do `Mulder comfort.' Today she had too much on her mind. A 
problem that loomed in her mind, large and bald and sexy.

Then the email had come. It was half past three when her computer 
announced it. Her body and mind froze and she stared at the screen 
for the longest time before opening it. 

"We need to talk. I'll come by this evening if that is agreeable."

Curt, professional and in a brief moment of madness, she debated 
whether she should start out her reply with 'My dearest hubby'. 

Sanity won out and she worded her answer simply, "I'll expect you 
around 7."

Now, here she waited, wiping sweaty palms down the sides of the blue 
dress she had settled on. She looked up just as the clock struck 
seven and groaned. Who was she kidding? She couldn't do this. She'd 
offer him an easy out and go on with her life.


THE OLD SENATE OFFICE BUILDING

Mulder paused to collect himself outside Senate office 313.  Damn, it 
was hard getting used to wearing wool pants after the clan kilts, 
even if it was his favorite Armani.  Hopefully, he could blow off 
this interview, go back to a certain empty apartment and get into 
some comfortable sweats.  One last tug on his tie, and he opened the 
outer office door. 

"Special Agent Fox Mulder to see Senator . ." damn, what the hell was 
the name Kersh had mumbled to him, he wondered as he presented his ID 
badge to the  secretary.  The voluptuous blonde smiled approvingly at 
him as she took a deep breath.  Her v-neck silk blouse gaped in all 
the right places, showing just a hint of red lace bra. The Senator 
had somewhat obvious tastes, Mulder thought with a grimace.

"Of course. Your office called and the Senator is waiting for you," 
she replied. "Could you follow me?" 

They walked quickly down the carpeted hallway to the master office. 
Mulder distractedly declined coffee, soft drinks, tea, water and the 
blonde's cell phone number.  His thoughts were still on a beautiful 
brunette and what they might have had together. 

The blonde pouted slightly as she tapped on the door.  "Senator, the 
FBI Agent is here."

Mulder nodded courteously as he walked in, closing the door behind 
him. As he glanced over at the figure standing behind the desk, his 
polite greeting stuck in his throat.  "Rhiannon?" he whispered.

The tall woman moved confidently toward him, holding out her 
hand.  "Rhonda. Rhonda Masters.  I'm completing my late husband's 
term."

Mulder continued to gape at her. For once in his life, he had nothing 
to say.

"Have we met before, Agent Mulder?" she inquired in a sultry alto 
voice.

"Uh. Well, sort of, Senator.  You remind me very much of someone 
I . . uh . . met in Scotland." He stammered.

"Please, call me Rhonda. My family is originally from Scotland, you 
know." she responded warmly still holding his hand. Mulder felt her 
thumbnail lazily brush his palm.  "Perhaps after you brief me on this 
case, we could have a drink. Maybe, a Scotch?" she grinned.

Mulder nodded blankly. Genetics was a funny thing.  There were subtle 
differences, but the resemblance between the two women was 
remarkable.  He watched as she sat down on the leather couch, 
crossing her long legs.  She patted the seat next to her.

"My pleasure," he responded, remembering several very creative things 
that he and Rhiannon had done on her leather chair. The way she 
moaned when he sucked her nipples. The way he slid into her wet pussy 
as she straddled his cock, riding him hard until they both came with 
a scream. 

He felt himself stiffen and shifted uncomfortably. The Senator 
noticed and smirked at him. This just might be the most satisfying 
briefing, or hopefully de-briefing he had in, say several hundred 
years. 
 

SCULLY'S APARTMENT.

The knock on her door made her jump.

Whatever she had been expecting, it wasn't what she found when she 
opened the door. She had pictured him coming to her straight from 
work. Dark suit and starched white shirt, his familiar work related 
scowl firmly in place. But Skinner stood at her door wearing a gray 
pullover, jeans and sneakers. His hands were shoved into his pockets 
and a soft smile on his face. Her stomach did a flip at the sight of 
him. 

He was really a sexy man. Too late, she realized that she hadn't 
changed the sheets on her bed.

She showed him to the couch and then sat exactly one cushion's width 
away from him. The second she saw him open his mouth to speak, she 
charged in. "Look, um Walter, I'm glad you came over." Staring 
straight ahead, she took a deep breath and plunged ahead. "I know 
what I said about taking the vows before a priest, but now that we're 
back, it seems silly for me to hold you to anything." She glanced 
over at him quickly. His brow was furrowed and he was frowning. His 
eyes pierced her. He was looking at her so intently that her next 
words were stammered. "I am, of course, willing to explore what we 
started back there."

Skinner's face softened and he leaned in slightly closer. She felt 
her heart jump to her throat. Why was she so nervous? She already 
knew every inch of this man. "So," he finally said after moments of 
just looking at her, "Having our wedding night is not out of the 
question?" She laughed nervously. He was kidding her, he had to be, 
but his fingers slid across the couch cushion and were now tangled 
with her own. 

"Dana, I told you I was willing to give you whatever you needed." 
Pulling her hand into his large, warm one, he brought it to his lips 
and brushed a kiss over her knuckles. "Why don't we get to know each 
other first? Find out what makes each other tick." His voice was soft 
and husky, his breath warming her hand as he bent his head and 
pressed a kiss to her damp palm. She felt the tip of his tongue flick 
out to taste her skin and shivered at the electric thrill that 
coursed through her. 

"That's a good idea." Sighing, she watched his lips travel down to 
her wrist, found her pulse and softly kissed it. "We could...Oh." 
Skinner's tongue was laving the area, his breath warming the tender 
skin of her inner arm. If the guy was trying to seduce her, he was 
doing a good job of it. It flickered through her mind briefly to tell 
him not to waste his time. She was already squirming in her seat. 
Face facts Dana, you'd take this man any way you could get him.

Skinner's wandering mouth had reached the bend of her elbow. She 
closed her eyes and wondered at it. Never had she realized this was 
an erogenous zone. His other hand was stroking her knee. Working her 
dress out of the way so he could get to her bare legs.

Scully shook her head to clear it. "What I meant was that we 
could...could... shit." Walter looked up at her with a playful look 
on his face. "Please don't tell me that's one of the things that make 
you tick." Dana felt her face turning red. "No! I just forgot what I 
was going to say."

Walter chuckled and pulled her closer. His hand had reached under her 
skirt and found her soft thigh. He kissed her gently and continued to 
nibble at her bottom lip between his words. "You were going to say, 
yes Walter, that's a great idea. We get to know each other. Spend 
lots of time together and try our hardest to work this out." He ended 
his speech with a deep kiss that had her head spinning. 

His mouth traveled down her neck. Nipping and kissing his way down. 
She lay her head back on the couch and gave him all the access he 
wanted.  "Mmm yes, get to know each other."

Skinner reached down and pulled off her sandals. His hands traveled 
up her bare legs. "See I've already started." She could see the 
laughter in his eyes while he spoke. "These are a bit smoother than I 
remembered." She laughed and gently cuffed the side of his 
head. "Well, Rhiannon didn't have a lady Remington I could borrow. 
And speaking of razors," she said and stroked the side of his 
face. "I much prefer the clean shaven look myself." Skinner laughed 
while his hands reached under her dress and tugged on her 
panties. "What, you didn't like my bald head, shaggy face look?" She 
put her arms around his shoulders and pressed her cheek against 
his. "No, this is MUCH better."

Walter had worked her damp panties down to her ankles and she lifted 
her feet so he could slip them off. He rubbed the small bit of black 
silk in his fingers, and watched her as he sniffed them.  She giggled 
when he waggled his eyebrows. "Nice." he said with a leer.

"Black panties make you tick, Walter?"

"Most definitely. How many pairs do you have?"

She leaned in close and gave him a serious look. "Wanna try some on?"

Walter's reply was to grab her and yank her onto his lap. "Watch it!" 
he said with a growl and began to tackle the buttons of her dress. He 
opened her dress one button at a time, pressing kisses to each inch 
of exposed skin. She felt a ridiculous pleasure when he exposed her 
matching black silk bra and pressed his face against her with a groan.

Tomorrow, she would have to make an emergency run to Victoria's 
Secret. This was her last coherent thought before Walter's mouth 
closed over her silk clad nipple. The skirt of her dress had risen up 
until she could feel her bare ass pressed to his jeans. Wanting to 
remove his sweater, she reached down and tugged, only to have him 
grab her hands and hold them still. "I want to feel you, Walter." She 
gasped.

"Mmm wait," he said around her nipple. His hard cock was straining 
against his jeans and she ground against him. Walter groaned and bit 
down, forcing a moan from deep in her throat. She pressed herself 
even harder onto him.

"Want you naked first, Dana." he murmured.

Far be it for her to stand in the way of what he wants. With a 
playful smile, she stood quickly and slowly, very slowly, eased her 
dress off. His mouth was open and his eyes showed his appreciation. 
She reached behind her and unhooked her bra. She carefully watched 
the expression on his face while she cupped her breasts and squeezed 
them before letting the bra fall from her body. She could see the 
sweat forming on his brow.

"I can hear you ticking, Walter." She laughed when he snapped his 
mouth shut.

She climbed back onto his lap, placed a knee on either side of him 
and attacked his mouth. His hands were touching every inch of her. 
The feeling of being totally nude on top of him while he was 
completely dressed was decadent, freeing. She could get used to this 
she thought as his hands cupped her breasts and plucked at her 
nipples. Giving him an informal lap dance to welcome him home from 
work. 

Finally, he let her pull his sweater up and off of him. She ran her 
hands over the tight white tee shirt that molded itself to his 
muscular chest before tugging it off. He was sucking on her earlobe 
when he suddenly grabbed her by the bottom and stood up. 

Clutching him, she gasped, "Walter, what..."

"It's our wedding night, Dana," he said as he maneuvered around the 
coffee table and headed for the front door. "That means I have to 
carry my bride over the threshold."

She started to laugh until he came close to the door. "You wouldn't 
dare!" He wouldn't carry her nude into the hall. Jesus, they did have 
a lot to learn about each other.

He stopped and smiled at her shocked face. "Bedroom, Dana, bedroom. I 
don't know my way around here." She hugged him tight and laughed 
while pointing out the way.

Walter laid her down on the edge of the bed with her legs hanging 
over the side. She spread her legs wide. The buzzing that coursed 
through her body was making her forget herself. If he wanted her, he 
could have it all. Getting down on his knees in front of her, he 
draped her legs over his shoulders and just before his mouth 
descended, she heard him say, "This definitely makes me tick."

"Oh good." She moaned and felt his fingers slipping up her thighs and 
opening her. His lips followed his hands. Pressing kisses to the 
inside of her thighs. She hissed with pleasure when his mouth covered 
her sex. His tongue slipping out to tease her. Walter hummed and ran 
his tongue around her throbbing clit. She arched her back. Yes, this! 
She loved this. She had missed this so much over the years of being 
alone. He swirled his tongue around. Tasting every inch of her. 
Ignoring her movements to force his mouth where she wanted it to go. 
Teasing and thorough, he feasted on her while she thrashed around 
above him. She felt one, large finger slip into her pussy and wailed 
at the sensation. Lifting up onto an elbow, she watched him. His eyes 
were closed as he went about his job of tormenting her. She could see 
his hand glistening with her juices as his fingers plunged in and out 
of her in a steady rhythm. His other hand had freed his huge cock 
from the confines of his pants. The erotic sight of him stroking 
himself enraptured her.

She wanted to feel that solid meat in her hand. Squeeze it, make it 
throb for her. Walter flicked her clit with the tip of his tongue. 
Attacking it when he felt her jump and cry out. She pulled his head 
closer and watched him. Stroking, stroking, his cock seeming to grow 
even bigger. She was so close. She could feel her juices pouring out. 
Wetting his face. She grabbed his head and ground herself into his 
face. Selfishly taking what he was so willingly giving. 

She wished she had a mirror like Mulder did. Right over her bed so 
she could see him fucking her with his tongue and fingers. She wanted 
to watch him holding his cock. Waiting to stick it in her dripping 
pussy. She spread her legs even farther apart and begged him. Sex had 
always been silent for her before. Her embarrassment always held her 
back. But Skinner was her husband. They may dance around the issue, 
but in this place she felt completely his as much as he was hers. And 
nothing she could do would embarrass them.

"Oh, oh God, Walter. Feels so good. Please fuck me with your fingers. 
Do it hard. Gonna come for you.."

Skinner clutched his cock tightly at her words. Dana begging him to 
fuck her was even higher on his list than black silk panties. Hearing 
her lose control was the stuff his dreams were made of. He growled 
and attacked her clit with the tip of his tongue, making her 
yell. "Fuck Walter! So good. Don't stop. Pleasepleaseplease. More!" 

He worked her harder knowing he had only moments until he shot his 
load onto her pretty bedspread. He wanted to feel her come on his 
face, then he wanted to bury himself so deep inside her, he would 
come out her throat. His wife! Fuck! She was so fucking sexy. He 
could feel her orgasm hitting her. He clutched his cock tightly to 
prevent himself from exploding along with her. Her pussy clamped down 
on his fingers while the spasms jerked through her body and she was 
screaming his name. 

He couldn't hold back any longer. It was now or never for him. She 
was so lost that she didn't even seem to notice when he pulled his 
dripping fingers from her. Roughly pushing down his jeans, he grabbed 
her ankles and lifting them apart, pulled her apart. Spreading her, 
opening her, his cock was red and throbbing, leaking precome and 
aimed directly where they both wanted it to be. He couldn't stop his 
guttural cry as he plunged deep inside  her. She was wet and hot and 
he didn't want to hurt her, but it was so good. He ground himself in 
deeply until his balls were pressed tight to her sweet ass.

"Fuck, Dana, you're so tight. Talk to me. Tell me you like it." he 
ordered.

"Love this, Walter. Love the way you fuck me.....ohohGod!" 

Skinner began to pound into her. His head was full of her words and 
her breasts, bouncing each time his hips slammed into the back of her 
thighs, mesmerized him. Looking down at where they were joined, he 
felt his release starting. The burning started in the base of his 
spine and he felt it building and building. "Look down." he ground 
out. "Look down and see us, Dana."


Dana lifted her head. Her hair sticking to her sweaty 
forehead. "Walter," she gasped, "don't ever stop." He could see the 
ecstasy on her face. He would never stop. He'd love her always. She 
arched her back and he could feel her exploding around him. The power 
of her orgasm drew him in. He felt his release so powerfully that he 
would swear to her later that he had almost blacked out.

Skinner's large body was draped over her. His weight so pleasant she 
moaned with disappointment when he lifted himself and drew her up 
onto the bed. They lay still and panting for the longest time. It 
felt so right to lay and hold one another. She thought he had fallen 
asleep and was just beginning to drift off when he spoke, his breath 
tickling her hair.

"Dana, do you like to camp out?" 

She had to think a minute. Sex. Walter. Camping? "Umm I guess so." 
She thought for a moment and her head cleared enough to ask, "Camper 
or tent?"

Walter snorted, "Only pussies use campers."

She laughed softly. "When?"

"Next weekend. We'll have to get you some gear."

She wrapped herself more firmly around him. Walter pulled the spread 
up over them and snuggled into her. He sleepily pressed soft kisses 
to the side of her face.

"So what about this weekend?" she asked quietly.

"Your choice, what ever you want to do. I'm game."

She was glad the dimness of the room hid her smile when she said 
seriously. "They're having a medieval fair in Arlington.  Want to go?"
She bit back her laughter and waited patiently for a response.

"Only if they have a dungeon, baby." And they both laughed.

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