Title: Welcome Home, A.D.
Author: Batela
Rating: NC17 m/f/f slash
Category: Scully and Kimberly set up a welcome home for their boss.
Disclaimer: They all belong to Chris Carter, the devil, and the minions of
Fox Studios. 
Archive: yes, just let me know about it.
E-mail: akashakeep@excite.com
        Please, I crave attention!



Casey's Tavern was fairly quiet for an early afternoon, but since the AD was
out of town and Mulder was with him on a profile case, Scully dragged
Skinner's assistant Kimberly out for a late lunch. 
	
"I'll be right back, Kim, going to the lady's." Scully said, leaving the
table. Kim nodded.
	
"I'll hold the fort, Dana." Kim heard a news update come onto the TV and
glanced over to the corner of the bar. Her boss was in front of the cameras
again, giving a statement to the press about the progress of the case. Kim
smiled, she knew he hated the attention. 

"Hey, pretty lady, can I buy you a drink?" Kim turned around and saw a Suit
leering down at her, swaying slightly. Apparently he had been here a while.
	
"No, thank you. I'm with someone." She smiled politely, dismissing him. 
	
"Ya, I saw your friend. I'll buy her a drink, too. Wadda ya say, Red?" 
	
"I believe the lady refused." Scully said, returning to her chair. The man
stumbled backward.
	
"Hey two reds! Come on, Ladies, let's party." Scully gave him her best
freeze look, but the man was too drunk to notice. His mistake.
	
"Get lost, creep." Kimberly did her best Skinner-growl. The man frowned.
	
"Hey, honey, you have a little too much attitude. I'm just trying to be
friendly here." 

His next mistake was to put his hand on Kim's shoulder. The man didn't see
the other patrons wince. If it were anyone else, the other men in the bar
would have stepped in, but they knew Scully would deal with it. 
	
The next thing the drunk knew was that he was up against the wall with a
thumb digging into his throat. 
	
"Since you are obviously new around here, I'll let you in on a few facts."
Scully barely made it to his chin in height. Since she had a gun lodged in
his crotch, he was paying attention.
	
"First of all, the lady said no. No means no, yes means yes, this was
definitely a no. Second, I am an FBI agent, Special Agent Dana Scully, I can
show you my badge after I blow your brains away." She wiggled her gun
against him to show him where his brains were. The men around her laughed.
	
"Hey, guys, come on, get this woman off me." The man pleaded.
	
"Ha! Man, you're crazy. There is no way we're going anywhere near Scully
when she has that look in her eye.' One of the men said, the others
agreeing.
	
"Ya, or a gun in her hand. Shit no." Someone else said.
	
"And last, do you see that man on TV over there?" she jerked her head toward
the corner. The man swallowed hard.
	
"Y-you mean the b-bald g-gorilla?" he said, confused. 
	
"Yes, him. Do you know who that is?"
	
"Uh, the D.C. AD?" he didn't see what this had to do with the problem at
hand.
	
"Very good. Yes, that man. Well, you see, bozo, this is your biggest
mistake, probably the biggest in your life. You just assaulted a woman in
the main hangout for FBI agents. Almost every patron here is FBI." The man
gulped. "And the woman you assaulted is AD Skinner's personal assistant."
	
"Oh, shit." He whimpered, his voice climbing into the soprano range as he
stared at the TV screen. By coincidence, the news was running footage from
earlier in the day. Skinner had gotten thrown to the ground after an
explosion, he had a few minor cuts on his face and his shirt was torn to
shreds. He looked like he just walked out of a Rambo movie. Scully gave the
scene a quick glance and smiled wickedly at her captive. The men were
clapping at the TV.
	
"Now, Mr. Scum? Are you paying attention? After these men here get done
having you for lunch, they're going to save the rest of you for the rest of
the FBI agents so that they can have you for dinner. After that, if I were
you? I'd leave town, go to the ocean, the Pacific Ocean, because in the
morning, after the lady tells AD Skinner what happened here, he's going to
take apart every brick on this coast looking for your sorry ass. I can
guarantee you that he will want to `question' you personally."  Scully
glanced at Kim.
	
"Kim, do you want to press charges? He'd make a nice welcome home gift for
Skinner." 
	
"No, Agent Scully, not this time, I think Mr. Creep has learned his lesson
for today." The men boo-ed and spit raspberries. 
	
"Aw, Kim, you're ruining our fun. We're growing boys, we need fresh meat."
One of the said. Scully wiggled her gun again.
	
"I do believe an apology is in order, Mr. Creep." She prompted him. He
quickly nodded.
	
"Yes, I'm sorry, Ma'am, I really didn't mean any harm, it won't happen
again." He was blubbering by now. Scully stepped back and waved her gun
toward the door. The man stumbled out, eager to leave.
	
Everyone started laughing and clapping. Kim gave Scully a hug.
	
"My hero!" she teased Scully. The guys whistled. Scully laughed with them
and returned Kim's hug before sitting back down for their lunch.
	
	
Later in the evening at Scully's apartment, the women were laughing over
their lunchtime adventure.
	
"Oh, God, Dana, I could just picture it!" Kim was laughing so hard she had
tears rolling down her flushed cheeks. "The AD running all over the coast on
a rampage. He just has to walk to down the hall and people move out of his
way." She smacked the floor in hysterics. 
	
"I tell you what, Kim, looking at him up on that screen with his shirt torn
and those muscles, I'd like to move in his way not out." Scully confided to
her friend. Kim's eyes went wide.
	
"I know what you mean. I cannot tell you how many times I've walked into his
office to find him washing up in his private bath, changing a wrinkled
shirt. I tell you, Dana, he's even better up close." Scully's eyes went
wide.
	
"Have you ever.. with him?" Kim scrunched her nose.
	
"No, he's been a perfect gentleman. I've noticed him looking a few times,
but he has never said anything."
	
A thought occurred to Scully.
	
"You know, Mulder has mentioned how much we look alike. He wonders about it
sometimes. He says Skinner spends more time at my hospital bedside than any
of his other agents. Mulder wonders why."
	
Kim looked at Scully.
	
"I wonder what Skinner would like for a `welcome home good job' present?"
Scully asked. Kim grinned.
	
"Let's do it." Kim covered her mouth, laughing, not believing that she had
said that. Scully screeched and put her head closer to Kim's. They began to
plan.


Crystal City
Skinner's apartment

	
Skinner heard the knock and moaned. He ached all over from that blast
knocking him down. He debated even answering the door until the bell rang.
He padded over to it, barefoot, shirtless, wearing only a pair of sweat
pants.
	
He opened the door reluctantly and stood still in surprise.
	
"Ladies. Isn't this a work day?" He looked at Agent Scully and his assistant
standing before him. He wasn't sure he liked the gleam in their eyes.
	
"Well, Sir, the boss took the day off and my partner ditched me again so we
thought we'd welcome you home." Scully said, dunking under his arm across
the doorframe. Kim followed. Sometimes it paid to be short. 

Surprised, Skinner shut the door and turned to see them making themselves at
home on his couch. O.K., he breathed silently, looking askance at them.
	
"Can I get either of you a drink?" he asked politely. Scully looked at Kim.
	
"Wine?" she suggested. Kim nodded her agreement. Of course, what else? he
thought. What were they looking at? He glanced down at his chest to see if
he had something in his fur. No, he was neat and clean. 
	
"Scully, do I need to call Mulder and tell him a pod person took you over?"
he asked her. She blinked innocently at him. Too innocent.
Skinner felt his face flush for some reason. 
	
"Right, wine." He went into the kitchen to get a bottle and glasses. His
hands shook and he frowned at them. Traitors. The two women he fantasized
most about and they were sitting on his couch. Oh, this was going to be a
long visit. He wished he had put jeans on, at least they would hide the
problem he felt developing.
	
 He returned to see them with their heads close together, whispering. Yes,
something was definitely up besides him. He set the glasses on the coffee
table and poured the wine, handing them their glasses. He could swear that
he just had his fingers caressed. He sat in his favorite overstuffed chair.
	
"All right, ladies, what's going on?" They looked at each other and Scully
nodded at Kim. Kim took a sip of the wine and set her glass down. She got up
and walked over to Skinner, astonishing him by sitting down on one of his
knees and lowering her head to his. She pressed her mouth to his and he
automatically opened for her kiss. The rush of wine into his mouth was the
sweetest thing he had ever tasted.
	
"We decided that you since you were obviously too shy to do more than look
at us, we would help you make up your mind." Scully said, sitting on the
other knee, balancing herself with one arm across Kim's waist and the other
around his shoulder. Yes, Walter old boy, you are definitely in trouble.
	
Scully took her turn at his mouth, caressing his tongue with hers. Skinner
moaned, feeling two hands stroking his chest, both of his nipples being
rubbed and lightly pinched. Kim took over his mouth again as Scully went to
the side of his neck. Oh, God, I'm going to die a happy man, he thought. 
	
"So, are you going to give us a tour of your place, or do we have to find
our own way around?" Scully said in his ear. Skinner opened his eyes in time
to see the women share a kiss with each other before getting to their feet
and pulling him up to his. Throwing caution to the wind, he took each by
hand and led them up the stairs. 
	
As they entered his bedroom, he was once again put off balance when the
ladies took over again. They turned him around and gently shoved him on the
bed. He landed on his back and he raised up on his elbows. If this was a wet
dream, he hoped he wasn't going to wake up, he thought as he watched the
ladies slowly undress. They didn't undress themselves, they undressed each
other. Hands slowly unbuttoned blouses while they kissed, their tongues
fencing delicately. Kim's blouse fell to the floor and her bra soon
followed. Scully lowered her head and gently lathed a nipple with her mouth,
tugging at it with her teeth. She stepped behind Kim, looking Skinner in the
eye as she lifted Kim's short skirt and placed her hand between Kim's legs,
gently rubbing the woman's bare clit. They could see that Skinner
appreciated the show, his sweats looked like they were getting too tight. 
	
"I think he has a problem." Kim said over her shoulder to Scully.
	
"Hmm, looks like a fairly big problem. Maybe he'd like some help with it.
Think we should take pity on him?" Kim pretended to debate the suggestion
before shrugging.
	
"I supposed so, I mean we did drag him up here for a reason."
	
Skinner fell back on the bed, his hands covering his flushed face. They were
trying to drive him nuts! He opened his eyes when he felt his legs lifted
and this pants being tugged off. They each had hold of a cuff, and he lifted
his hips for a moment to facilitate their effort. Scully had divested
herself of the rest of her cloths during the moments when Skinner wasn't
looking. They were beautiful. They crawled over the bed to him, each laying
on half of him, their legs parting his to make room for theirs. 
	
Scully leaned over him, lowering her mouth to his, taking his breath away.
He gasped as he felt his nipple suckled and licked. Scully moved away from
his mouth and took his other nipple, sucking hard while Kim gently licked
him, the duel forces sending signals all the way down to his hardened cock.

	
"Oh, God, yes." He moaned as they moved down his torso, each licking and
suckling at his skin. They licked at the crease of his groin, their hair
tickling his genitals. He clutched at the bedding as they shared his
testicles, sucking and nibbling at him before they tongued the base of his
penis, slowly moving up until they circled the wide head. He had started to
drip some pre-cum and Kim licked it off, making him jump, he looked up when
he couldn't feel them and saw Kim sharing the flavor with Scully who was
sucking it off Kim's tongue. Scully left her and leaned down for her own
turn, taking the tip of his cock into her mouth. Kim pressed soft kisses on
her shoulders, encouraging Scully, as she ran a caressing hand over Scully's
back and buttocks. 
	
A spark of awareness awakened Skinner's overloaded senses and he put a hand
on Kim's leg. She looked up at him and smiled.
	
"Shock worn off?" She teased him.
	
"Come here, straddle my face so I can lick you." He asked her. Quite
willing, she scooted around, placing her knees on either side of his head
and held onto the headboard. She decided the word headboard was named
appropriately. She shivered and held on for dear life as she felt his
fingers gently spread her folds and caressed her clit before placing his
mouth on her, suckling gently at the delicate nub. She felt a thick finger
enter her slowly, teasing her for more. She moved her hips trying to find
that finger, only to suddenly have two thrust into her making her cry out.
His teeth nibbled at her clit, just barely raking over the skin as he
invaded her dark wet recesses, in and out of her, timing it to the rhythem
Scully had set on his cock. Kim ground herself against his face, his nose
buried in her hair as he devoured her pussy until she came, her juices
flooding his mouth with their salty sweetness. It was too much for him, he
couldn't hold it in anymore and he came hard, arching his back, pouring
himself across Scully's tongue. 
	
Kim fell to the side, her breasts rising and falling fast as she caught her
breath. Scully crawled up to her and Skinner watched, fascinated, as she
shared his semen with the other woman. As they shared his essence, he
remembered that there was someone who didn't come yet.
	
He ran his hand down Scully's back and over her pert bottom, making her
wiggle delicously for him.
	
"Will you come for me, Scully?" he asked in her ear. His fingers tailed down
the middle of her ass, making her legs part in her need for him to reach his
destination. She jumped as he gently grazed her tiny pukered entry before
sliding two fingers into her vagina.
	
"Oh, God, yes." She whimpered into Kim's mouth.
	
"Are you going to come for me, Scully? Ask me to make you come." He quietly
ordered her.
	
"Please, fuck me, make me come. Rub my clit, do it, please." She sobbed with
frustration as his fingers withdrew. Scully's breasts were matched with
Kim's, pressing against each other and Skinner leaned over and sucked the
two nearest nipples into his mouth. He moved a finger around the crease of
Scully's folds, circling her, sometimes moving into her vagina, until she
was on the edge before he took her clit between his fingers, gently milking
her and rubbing the sensitive tip.
	
"Strokes or circles, Scully?" he asked, needing to know her preference.
	
"Oh, circles, please." As requested, he moved the tip of his finger in a
circular motion across her clit causing her hips to buck and a scream to
escape her. The smell of the women made him hard again. He couldn't believe
it, he hadn't recovered this fast since he was a teenager. When she was
close to coming, he whispered to her again.
	
"Are you ready to come? Do you want to be fucked?" he asked, turning her
head so that he could flick his tongue in her mouth. "Sucked?" he suckled on
her lower lip. "Or stroked?" he kissed her hard, tasting himself in her
mouth.
	
"Fuck me." She whispered against his mouth. He paused long enough to reach
into the cupboard of the headboard, taking out a small foil package. He
knelt behind her, lifting her hips up into the air, her knees far enough
apart to spread herself, offering her pussy to him. Scully leaned her head
on Kim's chest, holding her, caressing and kissing her breasts.
	
Skinner couldn't resist one last stroke before he entered her so he leaned
down and ran his tongue over her, suckling at her clit a moment. He caressed
her hips and the rounded globes of her bottom before positioning himself. He
leaned forward, entering her slowly, savering the feel of her tightness. 

"Oh yes, fuck me!" she moaned loudly, thrusting back to take him in the rest
of the way. He pulled back and got a hold of her hips with is large hands
and thrust into her again. 

Kim whispered to Scully and she picked up her shoulders for a moment so that
Kim could scoot down under her. She moved down until her face was level with
Skinner and Scully's joined bodies and watched, fascinated, as his cock
pistoned in and out of that beautiful vagina. Kim tilted her face up and
took Scully's clit between her lips.

"Kim! Yes, do that some more." Scully said from somewhere above. Skinner
leaned back to see what was going on. Kim's face was attached to Scully's
clit, he could feel his balls bumping Kim's chin when suddenly she was
suckling on them. He almost came then, but managed to control it. He slowed
down slightly so that she could lick his shaft as he pulled out a little.
Kim altered her ministrations between his penis and Scully's clit until he
came with a burst into Scully's vagina. Kim clamped onto the clit and
suckled hard, making Scully scream her own release.
	
Skinner fell back onto the bed, breathing hard. Kim gently cleaned Scully's
pussy with her tongue before moving back up to share a kiss. They turned and
draped themselves over Skinner's arms, caressing his chest and face, kissing
him gently.
	
"This is your fault, you know." Kim said to him. He opened one eye.
	
"How so? I thought the two of you invaded my home." Scully looked at him.
	
"That's beside the point. You were teasing us with that torn shirt on the
TV. See? It's your fault." Skinner nodded, accepting the blame. It was
reasonable.