Title: Turn up the Heat, Turn on the Charm
Author: Heather Horn
Rating: PG-13
Category: UST
Summary: Everyone knows how hot D.C. can get in the summer. But it's never gotten quite this hot before...
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Author's Notes: It's 30 degrees here, snowing with three inches already covering the ground, so I felt that I needed to write a little story like this to warm myself up.
Dana Scully's bleeping radio alarm clock when off at six-thirty exactly. Scully knew better than to hit the snooze button, so she adjusted the radio to a lively station and stretched in attempt to wake the sleep from her eyes.
She walked slowly over to her window and pulled up the shades, he left knee cracking in stiffness as she did so. Sunlight poured through the glass, blinding Scully. Even though it was still early, the heat of July was already kicking in.
Scully ran a long, cool, shower, feeling refreshed when she stepped out. She returned to her bedroom, reluctantly pulling on a pair of panties and a white spaghetti-strap top that just covered her bum. Over the radio speakers, "Baby One More Time" came began to play.
Scully smiled.
Currently her favourite song, she began dancing and singing in front of her open window, not aware that she was giving the whole world a little peep show. And if she did know it, she certainly didn't care.
"Give me a siiiiiign! Hit me baby, one more time!" Scully sang out, using her brush as a microphone. She continued humming as she pulled on a pair of knee-highs, when she heard a rip.
"Damn it!" She cursed. Why do I even go to work? She thought angrily. Her anger didn't last long though, because the answer that she gave herself assured her that it was well worth it. With a sigh, she thought to herself, I go because of Mulder. He's the only reason I wake up everyday.
Fox Mulder.
Ahhh, what a dreamboat.
Snapping herself back into the real world, Scully pulled of the ripped knee-high and began a rampage through her drawers. Sadly, all she could find was nylons. Lots and lots of nylons, but no knee-highs.
Oh, well, these will just have to do. She thought, pulling them on. Maybe it's just as well this way. Might keep me from getting so turned on by Mulder.
Scully had always been attracted to Mulder, just like almost every other girl in the building. But this was different. The extra hot summer had brought Mulder's wardrobe to a minimum, making him appear sexier than ever.
Next, Scully opened her closet. There was that beautiful dress she had but rarely wore. It was a short and sleeveless, and she knew that Skinner would have a royal fit if she dared wear it to work. Instead, she settled for her regular business suit. Over her top, she pulled on a black jacket that matched perfectly her black skit that halted just above the knee. Her four-inch heels and Scully was ready. Almost.
Heading back into the bathroom, Scully added eyeliner and mascara, as well as a ton of blush to conceal her pale face. She didn't need lipstick, though; her lips were always red and full with glistening colour. Scully wished that she could leave her hair wet, the way she did on those warm days back in college. Screw whomever invented work attire, Scully thought as she turned on the hair dryer.
At nine o'clock sharp, Scully entered her office in the basement of the J Edgar Hoover building. It seemed extra muggy for some reason. To her surprise, Mulder was already sitting at his desk, throwing pencils at the ceiling.
"Air-conditioning's broken." Mulder explained tersely as she walked in. "We got the best seat in the house, Scully. Pretty soon, all the agents are gonna wanna work in the basement."
Scully gave a short laugh and smiled at Mulder as she lay her purse on her desk across from Mulder's and sat down, smoothing her skirt professionally.
There wasn't much work to be done, but never the less, Skinner insisted that they stay. Scully sighed as she tried to concentrate on some paperwork, but Mulder's attire kept catching her attention. Deodorant wasn't enough for Mulder; his intoxicating smell kept invading Scully's nose. It wasn't a bad smell, though; it was the same smell he had every single day. Scully glanced back down at her work, the small fan humming in the background.
A moment later, Scully couldn't resist looking at Mulder again. By now, he had pulled off his suit jacket and had the sleeves of his shirt pulled up to his elbows.
Damn it, Mulder, she thought. Why do you have to be so damn hot? She meant it literally and technically. Oh well. Two can play at this game.
Scully pulled of her suit jacket, leaving nothing covering her chest except for a thin piece of white, see-through fabric. Scully looked over at Mulder, and could have sworn that she caught him starring. It was probably just her imagination, though. He looked away so quickly...
Mulder grunted. He looked at Scully and saw her nipples poking through her shirt, alert and attent. Mulder didn't know much about women's clothing, but he did know that if a woman was wearing a skinny-strapped top, she often didn't wear a bra under it. He loosened his tie and pulled it over his head, an unbuttoned the first two buttons off his shirt.
Scully stifled a moan in her throat. She licked her lips and pondered for a moment what else she could take off with out stripping in front of the man. Her shoes. Okay, so it wasn't much, but Scully felt as if the heat was eating into her brain. She sighed in relaxation as the shoes came off, kicking her sore feet onto the top of the desk. Even though it made her a full four inches shorter, it was well worth allowing her feet to breath for awhile.
It was also well worth letting Mulder get a long look. Scully was purposely trying to turn him into a horny beast, he just knew it. Mulder undid the rest of the buttons on his shirt, exposing the middle of his chest.
Scully's eyes widened in distress. As naturally as she could, Scully pulled of the nylons, retreating her legs to the floor once more.
Mulder challenged Scully's gesture, rolling up his pants. Scully tried hard not to laugh he just looked plain silly as he threw off his shoes and undid his belt. Scully could no longer stand the pressure, but there wasn't much more she could take off. She brushed her hair back and looked at Mulder, her eyes widened and legs spread. When he looked in her direction, she turned away.
When she looked up, however, she saw something she had rarely seen, only when she was treating Mulder for wounds during his encounters with aliens. Mulder sat in his boxers and his boxers alone. Scully couldn't help but stare. His legs were flung over the top of the desk as he threw pencils at the ceiling. Scully was motivated now, reinvested. She toyed with her necklace for a moment, then slid her skirt off, afraid to go any further than that.
Mulder and Scully just stared for a long time. Though their mothers had taught them it was impolite to stare, they figured if they were both staring, it didn't really matter.
Finally, hours later, they found that the less they wore, the easier it was to do their work. They sat in silence for hours, going over files. When it was nearly five o'clock, Scully turned towards the half-naked man that she loved so dearly and commented smugly, "My, my, my..."
"Right back atcha, Red." Mulder joked.
They began to dress, not feeling embarrassed or out-of-place as they pulled their clothes on in front of each other. Mulder offered Scully a ride home and she was quick to accept.
In the car, "Baby One More Time" came pouring over the radio. Mulder raising his eyebrows and turned up the volume.
"That was a real nice show you were putting on this morning." Mulder snorted, bobbing his head to the music.
Scully face flushed a bright pink, filling her pale face with colour as she turned to face the car window. She had made up her mind.
From now on, she kept the curtains shut.
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March 6, 1999
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