Rubbings of a Different Sort Author: sophia999x e-mail: sophia999x@hotmail.com Category: DR UST Rating: Very Naughty NC17 Spoilers: Provenance - but just the first part of the first act. Summary: What were John and Monica discussing so seriously right before Scully entered their office? Fair Warning: I'm not very nice to Scully. But then she wasn't very nice to our poor John. Disclaimer: Not mine (property of CC, 1013, Fox). No money (you'll have to take a number to collect anything from me). The dialogue from the time Scully enters the office to when she leaves is courtesy of CC and FS. Everything before and after and John and Monica's thoughts during, are a product of my smut-filled imagination. Archive: Unless I sent directly to you, please ask first. It had been a quiet week. John and Monica had been pretty much left on their own. There was really only so much filing and re-filing one could do though. Then all that was left was talking. But having known each other for years, there really wasn't much new to learn about each other. So any serious talk between the agents was soon replaced with playful banter. Of course being two healthy mature adults, alone all week in a basement office with no supervision, it wasn't a surprise when one thing led to another, and soon the playful banter was replaced with some serious sexual innuendo. Being less shy about such conversations, Monica had the upper hand on John, when he decided to pull out, so to speak, his ace-in-the-hole. John stood and moved around to the front of his desk. He leaned back against it, resting his hands at his sides, his long fingers draped over the edge of the desk, legs spread slightly apart, "You were saying Monica?" Monica saw the challenge, and the bulge, and was more than willing to take both on. Though a little wobbly from John's below-the-belt assault, she walked up to him. Running her tongue across her lips she looked down appreciatively, "Well, well, Agent Doggett, looks like the circus has come to town." John swallowed, then shot Monica a triple blow to her heart when he let loose with one of his rare but dazzling smiles, locked her in one of his infamous steely blue stares, and practically leveled her with a sexually-charged husky voice that sent shivers down her spine, "You come a little closer Agent Reyes and I just might let you see what's under this here tent." Without the slightest hesitation Monica did as she was told. Leaning into John she could feel his bulging cock through his trousers and her skirt. Her widening eyes and broadening grin was all the permission John needed. He placed his hands around her hips and pulled her in even closer, "They don't call it the big top for nuthin'." Monica reached her hand down between them, rubbing the both of them at the same time, her own voice also husky with desire, "Well, let's see just how high we can raise this top, shall we?" John closed his eyes and threw his head back, breathing heavily, his hands, at the same time, were far from idle. He slipped them under Monica's skirt, squeezing her butt cheeks together as Monica continued to rub her hand between the two of them. They were just getting into a rhythm, when their vigorously escalating actions were brought to a screeching halt by the ding of the elevator. Monica jumped back as they heard the swish of the elevator doors open then close. They both stared at each other, like two children caught with their hands in the cookie jar, visibly shaking at the approaching sound of doom. Only one person clomped down the hall with such purpose - "Scully", "Shit". John grabbed a legal pad from his desk hoping to hide what he could behind it. Before he could stop her, Monica grabbed it from him. She needed to clench something to stop her hands from shaking. Without any more time, John crossed his arms, using sheer will alone to steady his breathing and deflate his unalleviated passion. The twisting fury that was Dana Scully whirled into their office. Without so much as a good morning, she tore right into them, "Were you called about this? Has AD Follmer been down here?" Monica was the first to recover her voice, "Brad Follmer?" Scully was seething, "Yeah, going through the X-Files." John had managed to regain some composure, grateful that her seething was directed at someone else for a change. He stood, hoping Scully didn't notice his stiffness, "I doubt AD Follmer even knows where we are down here, Agent Scully." Scully, oblivious to the erotic session she had just interrupted, walked passed them to the file cabinet, opening the bottom drawer. "Why? What are you looking for?" Monica jumped as John grabbed her ass again, squeezing her cheek, pinching it just before Scully turned her attention back to them. She pulled out a file. Standing she turned and shoved the file into John's now empty hands, "These." Monica decided to practice her 'I'm as concerned as all heck' look, "What are they?" Scully knew she could count on Monica's support, "Rubbings. Taken from the surface structure of a craft." John decided to practice his 'I really am interested' look, "Craft?" "A spacecraft Agent Doggett, if you can wrap your brain around that." John managed not to smote Scully dead with his stare. Scully was determined that they understood just how important all of this was, "They were found by fisherman off the western coast of Africa. Two years ago I traveled there to study it and I took these." John just had to ask, "What does this have to do with Follmer?" Scully replied with one of her trademark disgusted looks. Again John was grateful it wasn't directed at him. "This morning I was called into the Deputy Director's office and I was shown an exact copy of that rubbing. I was asked by senior staff to identify it for them." Monica took the rubbings from John. "Where did they get them?" Scully shrugged and rolled her eyes, "From a guy running the North Dakota border from Canada, or so they say." "What did you tell them about these?" Monica was hoping not much, since she really wanted to get back to playing with John's balls, and not just with her hand. Scully was putting up her defense shields again, "Nothing." Monica decided now was as good a time as any to practice her 'I'm so hurt because for some unknown fucking reason you still don't trust us' look. "And what aren't you telling us?" Scully became gravely serious, "That they're powerful." John looked at Scully, trying to hide his impatience, "We're talking about pieces of paper with marks on them." Scully sighed, relieved that Doggett was finally getting the urgency of her visit, "They're not just marks, Agent Doggett. It's writing. Words. Powerful words. And if the FBI has them, and they're keeping their investigation of them a secret, then they have a sense of their power as well." Monica looked at John. Scully, satisfied that she finally had their undivided attention, walked out of the office with as much purpose as she had when she first entered. The clomping of her not so sensible shoes fading down the hall. "Monica, I'm gonna have to go to North Dakota to check this out." The ding of the elevator announced its arrival. "Yes, I know John." The elevator doors swished opened, then closed. "You wanna fuck once before I head out?" "Sure!" ~fin~