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Hate It When You're Right by Nom De Plume
Summary: Just a nasty little bit I had to get out of my head while writing a much bigger and even nastier piece. Now close your eyes and imagine whatever argument between Follmer and Reyes... This is my end. Follmer/Reyes.
Title: Hate it when you're right Author: Nom de plume vtibika@yahoo.com Rating : A good NC17, for strong allegations to sexual activities of all kind (Implied m/f & f/f) Spoilers: none, too short a piece :-D Pairings: Implied Reyes/Follmer, Implied Reyes/other, Hinted Reyes/Doggett and Reyes/Scully (just to be thorough!) Disclaimer: Guess whose they are... Guess what I get for writing this... Guess what I would do with them if I was the former :-> Summary: Just a nasty little bit I had to get out of my head while writing a much bigger and even nastier piece. Now close your eyes and imagine whatever argument between Follmer and Reyes... This is my end. "Fuck you Brad" "Oh, sure! Your desk or his? Which one are you used to ?" "Think you're funny?" "Yeah, actually... But you seem to loose that sensational sense of humour when it comes to 'John Doggett', the saint... Too bad, I always loved your wacky sense of humour." He was giving her the low, sexy voice... She swallowed. "Are you alright Monica ? You seem a little... tense" "I'm going home." He moved to block her way, and she nearly walked right into him before she stopped, sighing. He reached down to smell her hair. "Bet I can still make you come just by licking your nipples?" Her head shot up and she glared at him, obviously pissed off, and offended. "I'm leaving now Brad..." "Oh come on Monica, you weren't always that tight..." One step closer. "You used to like that I make you come... Used to tell me to make you moan. Dare me to make you scream." Closer. "A few times, you even begged me to." She stared at him hard to let him know he was way past all boundaries. But he knew that already. "What's the matter ? You're shivering... Are you cold?" With a snide leer he glanced down at her taught nipples showing through her black silk shirt. "Are you getting excited Monica ? Don't I 'disgust you' ?" He bent over to talk into her ear. "Are you getting wet ?" With both hands on his chest, she firmly pushed him two steps back. "That's *enough* Brad." Grabbing her wrists, he pulled her to him, chest to chest. She gasped and held her breath, obviously aroused. "Mmm. You still like it rough ? Hard and furious ?... Is that why you love him ? Because he's so rough and rude ? I'm sure he would disappoint you in bed. He's the kind of guy that treats women like they're made of porcelain... Boy, would you hate that !" He gave one of his smug little laughs. She was fuming. "I know you, Monica... Know what you need. At high-dosage. And you must be sooo frustrated thses days." He caressed her breast, furtively. "You were never a cold-shower girl. You need action. So you slip in a hot bubble bath, every night, and caress yourself." He smiled. "Do I love the soft little moans you give when you touch yourself... So sensual... Your eyes half-closed, your lips slightly open. That light frown..." Now he touched his nose to hers. "Do you think of him? Do you think of me?... Or the luscious Agent Scully... Come on, I know she's your type too. And if the rumours are any true, you might have your chances." She tried to step back, but he held her firmly. "It's funny that someone so in awe of hard cocks could be into that dyke thing so much." She eyed him venomously "Oh, you'd be surprised what a woman can do that you can't." He grinned. "Oh, I know, believe me." "That's not something you learnt out of your porn flicks, Brad." He laughed. "Course not. I'm talking live observation here. Then again, you probably still 'dont remember'. That's what you always said... That girl you'd picked, right under my nose?" She sighed with exaperation. "I was --drunk-- Brad..." "Barely inebriated, I'm afraid. I've seen you drunk, Mon. And I remember your eyes... You were turned on, not wired... And what you did to her! Hey, if you ever throw an x-files party down here - Doggett, Scully, yourself - I'll be happy to just sit and watch..." With that he started rubbing against her in a more than suggestive manner. She tried to break free, a look of disgust on her face. "What do you think you're doing ? Do you seriously believe your offensive ravings are going to turn me on?!" He chuckled. "But I --know-- they have, I'm just collecting now..." He grabbed the back of her head and pulled her into a deep kiss. Satisfied and encouraged when she didn't resist, he started fondling her again. Warming up to the action, Monica squeezed his ass, tiptoeing to capture his earlobe in her mouth, eliciting a moan from deep inside him. "Are you hard?" she whispered in his ear. "Sure am..." he growled. "Good for you." Only the sound of her heels clicking away could convince him of what his senses had already told him : that she had actually stopped her teasing brutally and was headed to the elevator. "Where the hell are you --going--??!" Her voice came fading from the hallway "To fit your profile, AD Follmer : Bubble bath, Solitary delight. 'Night Brad..." He was incredulous... until her head reappeared in the doorframe, a cheshire cat grin on her face. He almost smiled back, so relieved it was just a joke on her part... But she was just throwing in her punchline. "Don't you just --hate it-- when you're right?" NASTY END This is probably the shortest thing I've ever written. Hope you liked it. I'm sure Brad didn't :-p
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