TITLE: FOUR O'CLOCK
AUTHOR: LEELEE
RATING: NC-17
CLASSIFICATION: MSR 
SPOILERS: REQUIEM
DISCLAIMER: They don't belong to me.
AUTHORS NOTES: Many thanks to SeekerOne for being the world's most tolerant 
beta. This story is dedicated to Danielle who will one day design a better 
world for us to live in. 
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FOUR O'CLOCK

The pregnancy made her tired. Lucky thing considering that otherwise she 
wouldn't sleep at all. Every night she went through the same prescribed 
routine. After arriving home from work she would force herself to eat 
something healthy for the baby's sake, followed by a shower that she would 
drag out as long as possible. She would then select her outfit for the next 
day and straighten up her house, at times hunting for enough dirty clothes to 
wash a load. She did every thing she could think of to pass the time, 
stifling yawns along the way. But no matter what she did, by nine o'clock 
exhaustion took her over. The book she was trying to read or the television 
program she had pretended to watch would blur before her eyes. Finally, she 
would be forced by her overwhelming lassitude to lay down and shut her eyes, 
instantly falling into a deep and dreamless slumber. She had read somewhere 
that pregnant women had vivid dreams, but to her, sleep was all encompassing. 
She lay for hours, deadened almost comatose; respiration's slow and shallow, 
while merciful blackness filled her world. 

Always she woke at four a.m., her bladder demanding attention. But no matter 
what she tried, she was never able to fall back asleep. She dreaded four a.m. 
 because then the hauntingly vivid dreams would finally start. Waking dreams 
that filled her mind with horrors. Terrible visions that brought tears to her 
eyes and made her heart and soul heavy with despair. Her only escape was to 
leave her bed and snuggle up on the couch with the lights on. Sometimes she 
would put on soft music or just turn on the TV. Sound was needed to fill her 
apartment with background noise and to relieve just a little of her aching 
loneliness.

Watching the hands of the clock creep so very slowly past four o'clock, she 
would stroke her hand over her slightly rounded abdomen. Taking comfort from 
the tiny connection to him that grew inside her and she would remember...  It 
was four in the afternoon and she had spent what felt like eternity watching 
the hands of the clock inch toward five. Standing in front of the file 
cabinet, she was now pretending to read a case and trying her hardest to 
ignore her partner. He had wanted her to consider one of his bizarre theories 
and she was having none of it. So, she was using her favorite method of 
avoidance... look away and act busy. But Mulder was always persistent and 
rarely gave up that easily. Crossing the room he stood as close to her as 
possible. He did it often and, she suspected, was completely oblivious to the 
impact of his actions on her libido. Her defense was simple, but very 
effective. She would stand perfectly still until he would realize what he was 
doing and back off. His sudden incursion into her body space didn't bother 
her. She had very early on recognized it for what it was, his childish way of 
getting her complete attention. Even before they had become intimate, she had 
not minded it. Part of her always enjoyed the sudden and stimulating 
closeness even all those years ago. Mulder always smelled incredible and 
despite the fact that she was standing motionless waiting for him to back 
off, she relished the feel of his warmth and scent so close at hand. It 
seemed to roll of him, buffeting her like a fragrant heated wave. Her fingers 
itched to run them up his lightly starched shirt so she could feel the hot 
solidity of his athletic chest underneath it. 

He reiterated his point once again hoping she would change her mind and 
reconsider that his point could be valid. She still stood and said nothing, 
relying as she often did, on her body language to let him know her impression 
of his theory. Arms crossed tightly across her chest, she gave him her best 
long-suffering look and raised her eyebrow. Mulder was silent for a moment. 
He weighed her reaction and then obviously came to a decision about how to 
proceed. Leaning in so he was inches from her face he silently copied her 
pose and manner perfectly.

The laugh that bubbled free from her felt like heaven.  He answered her 
laughter with some of his own and soon they were giggling like children until 
they both had to stop and wipe tears away. It felt so liberating to be able 
to cast off their responsible selves for a few moments and enjoy some 
innocent frivolity. They had set up the boundaries long ago about work and 
free time and delighting in some of Mulder's nonsense was definitely a free 
time activity.

Enjoying his beautiful smile, she was hit with an almost overpowering urge to 
stretch up on her toes and kiss his sweet, tempting mouth. She could press 
her lips against his lush lips and taste his laughter as it continued to 
bubble up. Want overtook professionalism and she did just that, gratified to 
feel him suck in his breath at the sensation. She drank from his lips, 
pressing herself into him lightly and loved the feel of his firm warmth. Her 
passion for him was always just barely suppressed under the professional FBI 
agent exterior.  She let her eyelids flutter shut at the soft emotion that 
coursed through her body. 

She loved him beyond reason.

Pulling back she was worried she would see reproach over her blatant 
disregard for their self-imposed rules, but was thankful that her tender 
feelings were mirrored in his eyes. He returned her love with equal passion, 
but the clock still stood stubbornly near four o'clock.

They returned back to their desks then, him shaking off the moment of sweet 
sentiment, but her not wanting to. The closeness was far too intoxicating. 
She watched as the mask of professionalism returned to his handsome face and 
fought the desire to banish it for good. He went smoothly back to work mode, 
directing all his focus to what was before him. She leaned back in her chair 
and studied his strong hands as he shuffled some papers. A flush started in 
her cheeks as she admired his tapered fingers. It passed down her neck and 
warmed her breasts at the memory of how those fingers would stroke her ivory 
mounds until she was in a delirious state of arousal. She bit back a moan as 
the flush traveled further down and she clearly remembered the last time that 
he had slipped his fingers deep inside her to test her readiness for him.  
Despite the exquisite sensation of him plunging his talented digits into her, 
it was wholly unnecessary. 

She was always ready for him. She always wanted him inside her.  Mulder 
lifted one hand to his mouth and nibbled on a fingernail with his full soft 
lips. She felt a shiver pass through her entire frame and settle in her 
groin. Those lips could so easily drive her mad with desire and had often 
brought her to the brink of paradise and beyond. The image of him sliding 
down between her legs while he hummed a hungry noise against her flesh, 
brought a gush of wetness between her legs that could no longer be ignored. 
She wanted him so badly she ached with it. That mouth, those fingers, his 
strong chest with its downy covering of hair that brushed against her breasts 
so erotically. She needed him at that moment with such an intense carnal 
craving that it took her breath away. 
But the clock was still so close to four o'clock.  Maybe he just happened to 
look up and see her need, or maybe he even smelled her musky passion. It 
could have even been that he picked up on the intense psychic wave of her 
lust. But whatever brought his attention to her did not matter when she found 
herself gazing into his eyes. She looked away in embarrassment. Never before 
had she allowed herself to be reduced to this state in such an unlikely 
location. Her innate professionalism had always prevented behavior like this. 
Mulder would pretend to be appalled, but she could not hide herself from him. 
For too many years she had hidden her need for him away. Locked up tight in 
her soul where it had burned and ached. He had to see all of her, even her 
faults. She slowly raised her eyes to his intense stare. Tenderness filled 
her when she did not see the shock she would have expected at her so obvious 
want. He looked at her and his face was filled with an expression that looked 
a lot like awe.  With out saying a word, he rose and walked quietly to the 
door. The relief she felt at his actions banished any fear or embarrassment 
she could possibly feel about what they were about to do. He walked over to 
her and taking her hand gently tugged her up into his arms. Neither of them 
made a sound as his scalding mouth fell against hers. His fingers threaded 
through her hair as he held her head still so he could plunder her lips. His 
tongue invading her mouth and rubbing against her own tore a strangled moan 
from deep in her throat. She had never felt such an overwhelming need for 
him. And she knew she had to get him inside her or she would be scorched by 
the intensity of her lust.

He sensed her fervor just as he sensed all her moods. Forcefully pressing his 
body against hers, she felt him ready and straining to ease her aching need.  
His glorious fingers moved from clutching her face to his and slid 
deliciously down her neck. She gasped at the sensation of them skimming her 
swollen breasts and moaned into his mouth when he brushed their painfully 
hard peaks with his thumbs. 

Her hands wandered down his back and chest, desperate to feel every inch of 
him. She wanted to strip off all his clothes and taste him, but her fever was 
too great. Her need too immediate. She felt his hands skim down her legs and 
snake their way up under her skirt. Their talent proven once again as they 
deftly found the top of her pantyhose and tugged them down pulling her sodden 
panties with them. His kisses never stopped despite the fact that she was 
making continuous mewling noises of eagerness into his mouth. She tried to 
get his belt undone, but her fingers felt clumsy and nerveless. Mulder pulled 
her hands away and deftly undid his pants tugging them down and freeing his 
throbbing erection. She wrapped her hand around his thick penis with a 
shattering sense of satisfaction. He answered her deep moan and thrust 
eagerly into her hand.
Her head was reeling at the sensation of him hot and heavy in her hand. Her 
now incessant moans begged him to end her suffering. Pulling away from her 
mouth he looked into her eyes and she realized how desperately he wanted her 
as well. His eyes were glazed; his forehead covered with a film of sweat and 
his panting breath fanned her face. Turning her around firmly he pressed her 
over the top of her desk. Pens and papers flew out of the way as her torso 
was stretched out across it. She had lost all sense of her carefully 
cultivated propriety as she wantonly raised her bottom up to his grasping 
hands, frantic for him to take her. Her sex felt distended and ached almost 
painfully for him, for his cock inside her. She began to beg him moaning 
please Mulder, please as he spread her open and lifted her up to his huge 
straining penis.  With one powerful thrust, he was inside her. Both of them 
were beyond caring when she cried out at the joy of it. He showed no 
restraint. She didn't allow it. His thrusts were strong and deep and crashed 
against her very soul. She felt her climax building with dizzying speed. 
Starting deep inside her and flooding every inch of her body with the 
sweetest rapture she had ever known.  She couldn't stop the cry that flew 
passed her lips as her world spun on its axis and she was transported out of 
her self and deep into a world where he was the only thing she could 
perceived. Then she felt him losing all control and battling to find his own 
release. His cries were as loud and desperate as hers had been when she felt 
him explode so deep inside her. Her body greedily pulling in all of his 
precious essence, she prayed it would never stop.  Though a sensual haze, she 
realized that the hands of the clock had finally moved. It was morning and 
she had survived another night.

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