The Meeting, by Squidgie (from the mid 1990s)<\/p>\n
This story involves male\/male sex, in explicit terminology. In other
\nwords, if you don’t like this kind of thing or you’re under the legal
\nage for your area, well, you can just get the heck outta here!<\/p>\n
Spoilers for fourth season finale, fifth season opener.<\/p>\n
This story is my explanation (conveniently without explaining a damn
\nthing at all! *grin*) of Mulder’s death, and it’s impact on Skinner. All
\ncharacters are owned by FOX\/1013\/X-Files. I’ve just borrowed them and
\nwritten the good bits that Chris Carter hasn’t. *grin*<\/p>\n
Mucho-mucho thanks and big squidgie hugs go out to my editor and
\ncybersis, Panda. I know that Mulder\/Skinner ain’t your thang, babe,
\nbut thank you for proofing this for me! More mucho thanks to Steff,
\nmy cybersis, who got me into writing again. And finally, thanks to
\nRebecca Toolan who plays Mrs. Mulder on The X-Files for telling me
\nher character’s real first name. \ud83d\ude42<\/p>\n
Feedback is much appreciated. Send to walterh@squidge.org<\/p>\n
****************************************************************************<\/p>\n
Assistant Director Skinner was beat. Emotionally and physically, he felt
\nas if he had been torn limb from limb. The meetings that he had attended
\nregarding his Agent’s – his friend’s – recent suicide had him awash in
\nemotions. He couldn’t comprehend how Mulder could have done this to
\nhimself. Sure Mulder had been under a lot of stress over the last couple
\nof years, having lost his father and almost lost his mother, but to
\nresort to suicide? Only making it worse were the feelings that Skinner
\nhad hidden deep inside himself for Mulder. Sure, he had lost agents in
\nthe past, and sure it had hurt. But none had showed so much courage,
\nso much passion for his work, so much determination to find the truth.
\nAnd none whom Walter had fallen deeply in love with over the course of
\ntheir working relationship.<\/p>\n
Skinner took off his glasses and tossed them on the pile of papers on
\nhis desk. Unable to concentrate because of the dull ache in his head,
\nhe pinched the bridge of his nose, willing the stress and ache to go
\naway. He took in a deep breath, trying to forget the events of the
\nday and just relax. As he tried to shake off the stress, his phone cut the
\nsilence with it’s high pitched shrill. Immediately, he began to tense
\nand adopted his normal persona and answered. “Skinner.”<\/p>\n
The line seemed still for a moment. Just as he was about to repeat himself,
\nit became muffled, and a distant voice finally spoke up. “Under your
\ndesk” it said, in an blatant attempt to disguise itself.<\/p>\n
“Who is this?” the AD demanded, but was met with a click of the line
\ngoing dead. He sighed heavily and put the phone back in it’s cradle.
\n\/Now what?\/ he thought. Surely it had been some crackpot, but he resigned
\nhimself to check it out anyway. Ever the cautious one, he reached over
\nand opened his desk drawer, pulling out a ruler. He then pushed the drawer
\nclosed and leaned down in his chair to get a good look under his desk.<\/p>\n
His massive chest was now resting on the tops of his legs, as he perched
\nin his chair, inspecting the dark underside of his desk, prodding at the
\ncorners and underside with the ruler. He searched around so focused, trying
\nto spot whatever it was he was supposed to see, and didn’t hear the door to
\nhis office open up.<\/p>\n
“Um… Uh-Hum”<\/p>\n
Skinner instinctively sat up, instantly regretting it. With a loud *thump*,
\nhe banged his head, and began cursing himself as he rose back up. He
\nplaced his hand on the back of his head, trying to shield himself from
\nfurther harm and present whatever shred of dignity he still had in him.
\nHis eyes met his temporary Administrative Assistant’s, hers almost giggling
\nat him. “Yes, Stephanie?”<\/p>\n
“I’m very sorry sir… I don’t mean to laugh, it’s just that I’ve never seen
\nanyone actually do that before.”<\/p>\n
“Yeah, well at least you didn’t beat me up” he retorted shortly, but with
\na little humour. “The girl you’re temping for and I had, shall we say,
\na bit of a mixup one day.” Stephanie’s eyes grew big at this, wondering
\nhow a man of such size could be hurt by anyone but the biggest of
\nmen. Skinner saw this, and smiled warmly at her. “Never mind,” he almost
\nlaughed out. “You needed to see me?”<\/p>\n
“Yes sir, I was wondering if you needed me any further, or if I should
\nhead on home.”<\/p>\n
Skinner smiled weakly, still clutching his now throbbing head. “No, you
\ncan go.” he replied. “But before you do, has there been anything strange
\ngoing on, or has anyone been in my office when I wasn’t here?”<\/p>\n
Stephanie looked at him, thinking back upon the day. “Nothing strange, sir,
\nand only Agent Scully and someone from the office of the Attorney General
\nstopped by. I let them in, and watched them while they dropped off their
\nstuff for you.” She pointed, “They’re in that pile there”.<\/p>\n
“Thanks.” he acknowledged. “Have a good evening.”<\/p>\n
“Thank you, sir” was the reply, and she left his office.<\/p>\n
Skinner looked through the piles of paper on his desk, still perplexted
\nabout the phone call he received. \/Oh well\/ he thought. \/Must have been
\nsome sort of prank, I guess\/ and he began to get back to work.<\/p>\n
As he pored over reports and forms, he tried to forget about Mulder.
\nBurying himself in work was the only thing he knew to stop the hurt that
\nhe was feeling. He reached down and began to absently scratch his thigh,
\nbut upon drawing his hand back up, his skin brushed against something that
\nfelt out of place. His fingers felt for the smooth surface, and he pulled a
\npost-it note from the underside of his desk. He donned his glasses, and
\nfocused on the yellow paper. “Hotel Richleau Room 485” was all it said.
\nHe drew his face into an inquisitive look, wrinkling the skin around his
\neyes, wondering what this was all about. \/Well\/ he thought \/I might as
\nwell check it out. This paperwork can wait.\/ <\/p>\n
Skinner rose from his chair to put on his coat. With one sleeve in, he
\ndecided he had better retrieve his gun and shoulder holster from his desk
\ndrawer, just in case. After all, he didn’t know what he was going to get
\ninto. He fastened the holster around his chest, and put his gun into
\nit, and once again donned his jacket. He grabbed his keys, flipped
\noff his desk light, and headed out.<\/p>\n
*****<\/p>\n
The Hotel Richleau was an older hotel on the outskirts of what was considered
\ncentral Washington. Skinner pulled up to it and allowed the young valet
\nto open his door for him. He towered over the young man as he pulled out
\nhis wallet to tip him and asked, “Room 485?”<\/p>\n
“Fourth floor, West wing. Take the elevators on the right side of the
\nmain lobby, sir” the valet replied. He got into the car, as Skinner
\ngot his bearings set and entered the lobby. <\/p>\n
Though the hotel was an older one, it still had an “air” of sophistication
\nabout it. Skinner took in the elegance that shone forth from the brass
\nfittings and polished furniture, and realized how well it had been taken
\ncare of over the years. He finished crossing the lobby and approached the
\nWest elevators, his fingers finding the up button. In an instant, he
\nwas presented with the elevator car, and enjoying the Muzac version of
\nsome Bee Gee’s song on the trip up to the fourth floor.<\/p>\n
A pleasent “ding” invited Skinner to step out onto the proper floor, and
\nhe began walking down the hall. As he counted off room numbers in his
\nhead, he reached in and insured his gun was readily accessible and the
\nsafety was off, just in case. After about a dozen identical doors on
\neach side of the hall, each delicately painted with their room numbers,
\nhe found himself standing in front of 485. He moved to the side and
\nknocked on the door. As seconds went by with no answer, he started to
\nget agitated. He went to knock again, but had his jacket grabbed from behind,
\npinning his arms back, and was pulled roughly into the room next door. <\/p>\n
His duty in Viet Nam had served him well, as Skinner began escaping from
\nthe hold that was pinning his arms back. He had no idea what he had just
\ngotten himself into, but was confident that he was about to get himself out of
\nit. He turned to face his attacker and began to lunge at him, when the
\nface that presented itself in the muted light caused him to stumble in
\nmidstep, falling over. <\/p>\n
Skinner’s eyes grew as they took in the incredulous sight. “Sir?” the
\nvoice asked. He was up from the floor in an instant, and he wrapped
\nhis arms around Agent Mulder, hugging him tightly to his body. “Um, Sir?”
\nthe agent asked, “I can’t breathe…”<\/p>\n
Skinner released Mulder from his arms and looked deep into his hazel eyes,
\nevery care in the world suddenly gone. His eyes twinkled as Mulder stared
\nback into them, and he pulled the agent to him again, kissing him gently
\non the cheek, almost undetected. His entire face beamed like it hadn’t
\ndone in weeks at the site of the Agent. “Mulder, you’re alive! I – uh…”
\nWords failed the AD, and he once again released Mulder, and instead
\ngrabbed and held Mulder’s hands in his, staring into his eyes. <\/p>\n
As it began to sink in, he realized the line that he had crossed. Though
\nMulder showed no signs of fighting the demonstration of affection, Skinner
\nimmediately dropped the agent’s hands from his own, instantly missing the
\nsoft skin he found in them. His face changed back to that of a concerned
\nboss, his eyes focusing for a closer study of Mulder. For the second time
\nthat night, he had to regain what
\ncomposure he had, and make himself presentable. “Agent Mulder, what in the
\nhell is going on here?” he demanded.<\/p>\n
“Hey, bring back the other Walter… I liked that one better” the agent
\nquipped. When Skinner’s face did not let up, Mulder allowed himself to
\nbecome more businesslike himself. “I’m sorry about causing all the grief
\nthat I’ve heard’s been going around. But it had to be done. And it’s
\nall documented,” he reached back behind him and grabbed a thickly stuffed
\nmanilla folder, “in here.” <\/p>\n
“I don’t have the time. You want to condense this for me?” Skinner
\nglanced through the folder quickly, but looked to Mulder for an explanation.<\/p>\n
“It’s all in there, sir. I’m sorry about not telling you before, but
\nI had to check some things out.”<\/p>\n
“What, do you mean that you don’t trust me, Agent Mulder?” Skinner’s
\nblood pressure began to rise, and he felt his face flush with blood.
\n“You think you can just pull some stunt like this, creating and uproar
\nin the lives of the department, your partner, the Bureau?” He thrust
\nthe folder back to Mulder.<\/p>\n
“Scully knew about it sir,” Mulder replied, causing Skinner’s face to become
\neven more red. “She agreed to help me out. I needed to appear to be ‘dead’
\nso that I could get what I needed. Why do you think she was the one that
\nidentified the body in my apartment as mine and not my mother? If you’ll
\njust read this, Sir, it’ll all make sense.” He pushed the folder into
\nSkinner’s hands again, urging him to take it. “Besides, who do you think
\nslipped you the note to come here tonight?”<\/p>\n
Mulder looked at Skinner, hoping that he would find some sense of a
\ntruce. Finally, Skinner seemed to relax slightly and crossed the room
\nto sit on the bed. He took the folder, thumbing through it more thoroughly
\nthis time. “Yeah, what about that? Why contact me?”<\/p>\n
“Because I – I heard you were upset.”<\/p>\n
“Of course I was upset, Mulder. One of my best agents had just taken his
\nlife. Why the hell WOULDN’T I be upset?”<\/p>\n
“I dunno… She just thought that you were taking it really hard and
\nwas concerned. She told me, which got me worried, so that’s why you’re
\nhere. I’ve still got a small bit of information to gather, but that’ll be
\nwrapped up in a day or two. But, I must ask you to forget that you were
\never here tonight, OK? In a couple of days, I’ll get that folder to you
\nwith all the evidence, then you can come in on your white horse and save
\nme. Deal?”<\/p>\n
Skinner looked up at Mulder, taking him all in. It had been some time
\nsince he’d seen Mulder. He missed the shape of his nose, that gentle
\nmessiness of his hair, and those eyes. Especially those eyes, where
\nhe often sat across from Mulder at his desk, trying to appear to pay
\nclose attention, but was instead helplessly lost in the pools of green.
\n“Deal” he finally replied, “But your mother is going to hate me.”<\/p>\n
“Why is that?”<\/p>\n
“Because…” Walter began. He remembered showing up at Elizabeth Mulder’s
\nhouse and breaking the news to her. “Someone had to do it, since Scully
\nhad ID’d you at your apartment, and I felt that someone who would feel
\nthe loss as she did, should tell her.” He remembered how Elizabeth had
\ncried into his arms, and how he forced himself to be the strong one and
\nnot shed a tear in front of her. “I’m just afraid that she’s going to
\nhate me for hurting her so much.” he added softly.<\/p>\n
Mulder knew his mother must be hurting, but also saw the very real pain
\nin Skinner’s face. He went through his plan, not caring to try and shield
\nthe blow from anyone, and in turn realized that he hurt some of the most
\nimportant people in his life. He walked to the bed and sat next to Skinner,
\nputting his arm around the broad shoulders. “Hey, are you all right?”<\/p>\n
Skinner took a deep breath, causing Mulder’s arm to move slightly because
\nof the massiveness of his chest. “Yeah, Mulder, I’ll be fine. Just don’t
\npull a stunt like that again, OK?” He turned to face Mulder, and found those
\ndark emerald beauties staring deeply into his own eyes. As he tried to look
\naway, escape the emotions that began to stir within him, Mulder took his
\nleft hand and put it on Skinner’s chin, turning their faces towards each
\nother again. He looked deeply, searching for the cause for such an intense
\nstare from his agent. “Mulder, I-”<\/p>\n
“Shhh…” Mulder replied, and brought his lips to Walter’s. The sound
\nwas followed by a warm breath that poured from Mulder’s mouth onto Walter’s
\nlips, down his cheeks, and past his ears. Walter froze instinctively,
\nbut Mulder took over, pressing his lips gently against the AD’s. As
\neach man began to kiss each other deeper, Mulder brought his arms around
\nWalter’s barrel-like chest and pulled him close. Skinner’s tongue darted
\ninto Mulder’s mouth, and was soon performing a silky dance with the tongue
\nit found. <\/p>\n
Both men began to lay back onto the bed, still locked in their passionate
\nembrace, when Walter began to laugh to himself. Mulder opened his eyes,
\nquestioning him. “What?”<\/p>\n
Skinner, now with the taste of Mulder on his lips, defended his laugh.
\n“Jesus, Mulder, what – do you SURVIVE on sunflower seeds?” he let
\nout. “You taste saltier than the Dead Sea!”<\/p>\n
“What, you expect I can order room service in a place like this? You do
\nstill have to sign my expense report, Sir.” Skinner tried to remark
\nback, but Mulder pasted his mouth on top of the AD’s and returned to
\ntheir passionate kissing. As Mulder moved on top of Skinner, he found his
\nhands going all over the incredible body that lay before him. Both
\nhands stopped at Walter’s nipples, and began to twist and tweak them
\nlightly inside their cotton shirt confinement. Skinner always became
\naroused by the sensation of his nipples being so expertly manipulated,
\nand began to buck his crotch into Mulder’s, grinding against the aroused
\nmember found in Mulder’s pants.<\/p>\n
Mulder let up from Skinner’s mouth and sat up, straddling the massive
\nchest. He reluctantly let go of his new-found toys to unbutton his
\nshirt quickly, and untucked it from his pants. As he began to release
\nthe belt, Skinner pushed him gently forward, bringing his crotch to
\nSkinner’s chin. He undid the belt buckle, then his pants, but left the
\nzipper up. Skinner’s arms slid from Mulder’s ass and reached around undoing
\nMulder’s zipper, finally releasing Mulder’s massive cock from it’s cotton
\nboxer shell.<\/p>\n
Mulder leaned down onto both arms in a situp type stance, as Walter
\npushed the pants and boxers down towards Mulder’s feet. With the pants
\nnow gone and Mulder out of his situp position, Skinner was presented with
\na hot, throbbing cock, it’s massive head already glistening with precum.
\nMulder took his original position straddling Skinner’s chest and
\neach man’s hands began exploring the body before him. Skinner moved
\nhis hands to Mulder’s ass and pulled him forward. Mulder’s cock was now
\ninches from Skinner’s mouth, and Mulder rubbed it over every bit of
\nskin he found. When he aimed for Skinner’s mouth, his cock was met not
\nwith moistness, but instead had been diverted to the gentle stubble on
\nthe AD’s cheek. It was an incredible sensation, and Mulder began to
\ngrind his cock onto the gently scratchy surface, spilling precum on
\nWalter’s face.<\/p>\n
Though Mulder had been enjoying it, Skinner had just about enough of putting
\nit off. He turned his head slightly, licking his lips as he did so, and
\nMulder’s bulbuous cockhead began gliding gently over his lips. Mulder
\nlet out a groan, and Walter knew it was time. He parted his lips and
\ntook Mulder’s cock deep into his mouth. As he lay back, he let Mulder
\nset the rhythm, the cock now plunging deeper and deeper, threatening to
\nchoke off his air supply. He wrapped one hand around the base of Mulder’s
\ncock, the other set on fondling his balls gently. He gradually became
\nadjusted to the size of Mulder’s cock and began swirling his hand and
\ntongue in a similar, circular motion, hoping to eek out a bit more pleasure
\nfor him and Mulder. His grip tightened slightly, and his tongue became
\nmore daring, learning the shape and texture of the cock that was plunging
\ninto his mouth. Skinner closed his eyes and just lay back to relax and
\nenjoy the sensations.<\/p>\n
Without warning, Mulder pulled his cock from Skinner’s mouth, sounding a
\nlittle “pop” as he did so. This brought Skinner back to reality with
\na slight start. “What?” he questioned.<\/p>\n
“Hey, you were bringing me too close, but I’m far from done.” Mulder lay
\nback on top of Skinner and began playing with the buttons on Skiner’s
\nshirt. He smiled at Skinner and began to snake his way down the body
\nhe lay on, trailing kisses along the way. When he reached Skinner’s
\nbelt, his fingers made quick work on it, dropping it to the floor next
\nto them. He unbuttoned and unzipped Skinner’s pants, revealing a hard
\nsmooth stomach and stark white underwear. He looked up at Skinner, one
\neyebrow raised inquisitively.<\/p>\n
Skinner was puzzled. “What?” he almost demanded.<\/p>\n
“Briefs, Walter? I pegged you as more of a boxers type.”<\/p>\n
“Yeah, well, they were clean and convenient.”<\/p>\n
Mulder gave in. “Oh” was all he replied, and he began running his hands
\nover the dress slacks and into the underwear, feeling the hardness of
\nSkinner beneath them. He pulled both hands out, put them on each side of
\nSkinner’s pants, and began pulling the underwear and pants down in one
\nmotion while Skinner freed himself from his button-down shirt. When the
\nmaterial reached Skinner’s shins, Mulder saw a problem. “Wait a minute.”
\nhe said, and turned away from Skinner, removing the dress shoes quickly.
\nThe obstacles now out of the way, he continued removing the clothing until
\nSkinner lay before him, naked. As he looked over the body before him, he
\nspread the massive legs apart and crawled up between them.<\/p>\n
It was now Skinner’s turn to feel the ecstacy of a warm mouth on his
\nthrobbing member. Mulder wrapped his left hand around the cock, slowly
\njacking it. His thumb ran over the massive head, spreading the sticky
\npre-ejaculate in a sensual motion. He positioned his mouth directly
\nover the head of Skinner’s cock and blew on it gently. Walter was now
\nstaring down, awaiting the beautiful sensations of Mulder’s mouth. Just
\nas Mulder lowered his head, he turned to Skinner and said, “Sir?”<\/p>\n
“What?!” Skinner barked, the moment now almost surely lost.<\/p>\n
“Does this mean you will sign my expense reports?”<\/p>\n
“MULDER!” Skinner almost yelled, and thrust his crotch upward. Mulder
\ntried to laugh, but instead found his mouth filled with Skinner’s cock,
\nmoving in and out in a frenzied motion. As Mulder let his tongue and
\nlips go over every inch of the throbbing member, he took his free hand
\nand began playing with the area between Skinner’s balls and ass, massaging
\nit gently. Walter thought he was in heaven, the sensations running through
\nhis body bringing him pleasure like he had never experienced before. He
\nwrithed under Mulder’s care, giving himself over to the pleasure that Mulder
\nwas bringing to him. <\/p>\n
Mulder’s fingers continued to rub close to Skinner’s ass, getting closer
\nwith each second. His middle finger finally make it’s way down, finding
\nSkinner’s hole, and he began massaging around it deeply. With his finger
\njust on the outside, Skinner pushed himself down slightly, causing the
\nfinger to enter him. The sensation was intense, and he pushed himself
\ndown further, as Mulder anchored his finger deeper until he was buried past
\nhis knuckle. With each thrust down on Skinner’s cock, Mulder made a
\ncounter thrust with his fingers, digging deeper and deeper into Skinner’s
\nhole, until his fingertip brushed against Skinner’s prostate, causing
\nSkinner to raise his head off the bed and focus on Mulder, drawing air
\nin through his teeth sharply. He looked into Mulder’s eyes as Mulder
\npushed deeper and deeper, now letting another finger in to explore the
\ntight cavity.<\/p>\n
It was almost too much for Walter to experience, and his hands gripped
\nat the bedcovers tightly. His whole being felt as if it were being devoured
\nby Mulder and his expert hands and mouth. He watched Mulder move his
\ntorso slightly, never releasing Skinner’s cock or ass, as Mulder drew himself
\nup into a position where he was sitting on his knees, his cock still rigid
\nand leaking massive amounts of precum. <\/p>\n
The hand in his ass was finally withdrawn, and Mulder took his fist and
\nbegan smoothing his pre-ejaculate over his cock. When this was not enough,
\nhe took his mouth off of Skinner and spat down onto his cock, lubricating
\nit generously. One more bit of spittle was onto Mulder’s fingertips, and
\nthey found their way to Skinner’s ass, preparing it. Mulder grabbed Skinner’s
\nankles and drew them up in the air, placing them on his shoulders, and
\nmoved his cock into position. Walter reached behind him and grabbed a
\npillow, placing it under his back to raise himself just a bit. He braced
\nhimself as Mulder’s cock now found itself at the opening to his ass.
\nHe bared down slightly as Mulder thrust forward, popping his cock head
\ninto his ass, sliding the shaft in after pausing for a moment to allow
\nWalter to get used to the length and girth of it.<\/p>\n
Mulder was in heaven. Never had he been in such a tight, hot, moist
\nplace, and never with such a beautiful man as the one who lay before him.
\nHe began thrusting in, gently at first, but built up to a frenzied pace.
\nHis hands held Walter’s legs in place, but occasionally ventured to play
\nwith Walter’s nipples or caress his body. Walter’s own hands were used
\nto rub his cock, meeting Mulder stroke for stroke, and to pinch each of
\nhis own nipples gently. Mulder was getting more and more turned on watching
\nSkinner play with his nipples, and moved the ankles from his shoulders
\ninto position under his arms, locked behind him. This allowed Mulder
\nto lean forward and take a nipple into his mouth without pulling out
\nof Skinner’s hot ass. He continued thrusting and licking, bringing himself
\ncloser to the edge. As he raised his body back up, releasing the nipple
\nfrom his teeth, he thrust deeper into Skinner’s body. Skinner could
\nfeel the cockhead expanding in his ass, filling him further, massaging
\nhis prostate at a frantic pace. <\/p>\n
Mulder felt the familiar sensation begin to build up in him and threw
\nhis head back. He kept his rhythm up, still being matched by Walter’s
\nfisted cock. As the sweat dripped from his chest, he cried out and
\nbegan to spill his seed deep into Skinner’s ass. With each thrust, his
\nlegs quaked at the intensity of his orgasm. Skinner used his legs to pull
\nMulder in even closer to his body, to intensify the experience for him
\non a magnitude he’d never felt before. After what seemed the longest
\nand hottest orgasm he’d ever experienced, he began to pump the last of his
\nmassive load deep into Skinner’s ass, but did not pull out. He instead
\ncontinued pumping, and took Skinner’s cock in his fist, jacking it with
\na firm grip. <\/p>\n
Skinner’s newly freed hand found it’s way up to his unoccupied nipple and
\nbegan to manipulate it as he had been doing the other. As Mulder continued
\nplunging in, Skinner stepped to the brink and began to lose his load of cum,
\nshooting well past his pecs. As he shot, he continued to pinch his nipples
\nand groaned loudly, enjoying the sensation of his orgasm with Mulder still
\nin his ass. Each spurt made a white puddle on his chest and stomach, coaxed
\nout by Mulder’s expert handling. As his orgasm subsided, Mulder released the
\ntight grip on his cock, letting it fall flacidly into his pubic hair. Mulder
\npulled his own cock from Skinner’s ass and crawled up on top of him, Skinner’s
\njuices becoming a sticky mess between their skin. He kissed Skinner lightly
\non the nose, then the mouth, and collapsed next to him on the bed.<\/p>\n
The two began to catch their breath, resting comfortably on the bed next
\nto each other. Each began to get up, awkwardly fumbing around searching
\nfor their clothes, and some way to clean themselves. Skinner began to
\nwipe his chest on the covers of the bed, when Mulder protested, “Hey!
\nI have to *sleep* there tonight!”<\/p>\n
“Well, Mulder. Looks like you get the wet spot.”<\/p>\n
“You pig.” <\/p>\n
Skinner shot a grin at Mulder and grabbed for him, pulling him close
\nto his body. “I’m so glad that you’re all right, Mulder.”<\/p>\n
“Yeah well, I could tell” was Mulder’s comeback, the dose of smartass
\nquite evident in his voice. He returned the bear like hug, wanting it
\nto never end.<\/p>\n
Skinner eventually pulled himself from the embrace, smiling at Mulder.
\n“Listen, I’d uh, better go. You gonna be ok?”<\/p>\n
“Yeah, I’ll be fine. Just give me a couple of days more, ok?”<\/p>\n
“Sure.” Skinner replied, but thought to himself, \/Am I going to be able to
\nwait that long?\/ As he finished buttoning himself up, insuring that he was
\nonce again presentable, he put his hand on Mulder’s chest lovingly. “You
\ntake care of yourself, OK?” He turned and headed for the door.<\/p>\n
“Will do, Sir.”<\/p>\n
Skinner’s body stiffened, and he walked back to Mulder. He planted one last
\nkiss on Mulder’s lips adding, “…and stop calling me sir!”<\/p>\n
“Yes Sir!” Mulder’s smile beamed at him. Skinner popped Mulder lightly
\non the ass with the palm of his hand, then turned and left the room.<\/p>\n
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