VOYEURISTIC TENDENCIES Author: Toate Rating: Adults only, please. Category: MSR Spoilers: None. Disclaimer: Still not mine, please don't sue. Notes: At the end of the story. Summary: Work, love and voyeurism in the basement. Written for the Fandomonium's Voyeur Challenge Thanks to okayval for the office-smut idea. Special thanks to beckyc and xangel for excellent beta-jobs and helpful suggestions. All remaining mistakes are mine. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ I love to watch him while he works. Especially when he is sitting at his desk, munching on sunflower seeds, his tie askew and the sleeves of his dress-shirt rolled up. The strong, tanned forearms revealed to my admiring gaze. Sometimes, his beautiful lips are pursed in meditation, the hazel eyes absent-mindedly roaming around the room, and his dark, unruly hair sticks up from his head on all sides. I want to go to him and sink my fingers through the thick strands and comb them neat again. I want to kiss that luscious mouth of his and run my hands all over his body. Of course I'm not allowed to do that, so I don't. He is a sight for sore eyes. There are times when he catches my looking at him, although I try to be as discreet as possible. All I get is a friendly smile, though, because he is totally unaware of my thoughts and feelings towards him. I know I should at least appear to be working, but I can't help watching him, admiring him from across the basement office. He's the most gorgeous man I know, and while I watch, I dream of us together, of making him mine. That is, I used to dream. Until today, when I approached the door to his basement office and heard some unusual noises. "Oh God, Mulder. There...right there. Don't stop, don't stop." The voice of a woman in the throes of passion. A voice I recognized immediately as that of his long-time partner. Apparently, the rumors about them were true, they actually had resolved the sexual tension in the basement of the FBI headquarters. I should have known; I've been a cleaner here for years and had my share of observations of, uh, interpersonal relations in the office. "Wouldn't think of stopping, Scully." He sounded amused, but the breathless tone revealed his arousal. The door to his office was standing open a crack, just enough for me to take a look into the office. She was sitting on his desk, head thrown back, her face flushed. Her blouse was unbuttoned to the navel, black lace bra lopsided and her skirt bunched up to her hips. He was standing in front of the desk, fully clothed except for his suit jacket, leaning over her. His head was buried between her open legs, his hands on both sides of her hips and all I could see from this angle was his dark hair in front of her crotch. "Did you...ah, just... like... that..., did you...ohhhh...lock the door, Mulder?" "Uhm...yeah, I think." "You think? Ahhh, don't...don't stop." "Yeah, won't stop, Scully. Don't worry, no one ever comes down here at this time." I knew I should leave and let them do what they were so obviously doing, but something was holding me back. Maybe it was her breathless moans, maybe it was the knowledge that this might be my only chance to ever see him in this situation, to watch his passion. Maybe it was just the voyeur in me. Slowly, silently, I slid closer to the door, needing to get a better view of him. From this angle, I could see the side of his face when he raised his head to watch her. He was breathtaking. Never before had I seen such a happy look on him. She had closed her eyes sometime ago, but now she opened them with a confused expression on her face. "Why are you stopping, Mulder? You promised not to stop." She was beautiful, all flushed, with sparkling eyes and a big pout on her lovely lips. Aparently, that's what he thought, too. "You're gorgeous Scully. I just wanted to take a look at you." He moved his head up to her face and kissed her, deeply and tenderly. She returned the kiss, but not for long. Then her hands began to pull the suit shirt out of his pants and, with a smug grin, she nuzzled his left cheek. "Well, since you're already up here, maybe we can work on something more...team-oriented." He grinned at her and pulled her hips carefully to the edge of the desk before he opened his fly and lowered his pants. She watched him through half-closed lids, licking her lips in anticipation. An adjustment to his black silk boxers and he was stepping between her parted legs. "Now, Mulder. Now," she begged. With one languid movement he joined them together. The next few minutes I watched the age-old dance and listened to their noises of increased pleasure. His head laid in the crook of her shoulder and while she stroked his hair, she was whispering words into his ear that I couldn't make out. As his lower body continued the rhythmic motions, he began to trail little kisses all over her face and neck. They were beautiful together. Finally, when his movements became more erratic and he silenced her rising shrieks with his mouth upon her lips, it dawned on me what I was doing. I had watched the most intimate moment between two people without their even knowing. I had become a full-fledged voyeur. Or was that *voyeuse*? I don't think my French teacher ever mentioned it in high school. Mentally shrugging, I decided their little show had been definitely worth it. They wouldn't have to know, right? I would never tell a single living soul. God, that would be really embarassing. I turned away, leaving them alone. The last thing I heard, before I soundlessly closed the door, was his tender voice. "Love you, Scully." I smiled. ~end~ Author's note: I have no idea what the normal working time of a cleaner at the FBI-building is. Surely, they don't clean around working FBI-agents. And I don't think Mulder and Scully would ever behave this way in the office, or at least they would lock the door ;o) Challenge elements: -Scully or Other POV -Can have Mulder doing anything -Pure description (i.e. little or no dialogue) -It must be a new fic