Giving into Temptation

TITLE: Giving into Temptation – Part 1

RATING: R - Mature audiences only 

CHARACTERS: Walter Skinner (of course), Secondary X-Files characters include Fox Mulder.

SUMMARY: Assistant Director Walter Skinner gives into temptation when a new agent under his direction catches his eye. Warning: In the real world many of these acts would be considered sexual harassment. Do not try this at home.

TIME SPAN: Post Skinner divorce (I like to think he divorced Sharon and nothing bad happened to her in Avatar.) My timelines tend to be all over the place. I tend to use a younger Walter (Age 45) in my stories but may make references to later seasons.

DISCLAIMER: The show X-Files along with the characters Walter Skinner, Fox Mulder and Dana Scully belong to Chris Carter, Ten-Thirteen Productions and 20th Century FOX Broadcasting. No copyright infringement is intended and no profit is being made from their use. This page is purely a fans release since the shows cancelation and her beloved character Skinner was taken from her...forever.

 

Chapter 1

 

FBI Headquarters - Friday 8:00 PM

 

Walter Skinner put down the 50lb dumbbell he had been doing arm curls with. He looked around the gym, located inside FBI Headquarters, where he had chosen to spend his Friday night. A handful of male agents were working out but the numbers had dwindled as it became later. He liked to come down here late nights when he could be alone and found that hard workouts helped his body to relax when he finally did go home to get some sleep.

 

As he stood to move over to the now vacant leg press machine, he saw Melinda Carlyle enter the gym all eyes following her path to the treadmills. Melinda had transferred from Salt Lake City six months prior and now reported to Skinner. She was an attractive, young agent who had helped solve multiple high profile cases in Utah and had been aggressively recruited to join Violent Crimes for the headquarters in Washington D.C. She came across as relatively reserved and focused on keeping things strictly business during her interactions at the Bureau, not that Skinner was in the habit of getting personal with his agents. Skinner watched as she went into a light jog on the treadmill in perfect eyes view from where he was doing his leg presses. She was a taller woman who was in excellent physical condition and obviously a runner. She had long brown hair that she always wore up in a clip, brown eyes, tan skin, probably Hispanic or Native American he couldn’t quite tell. He didn’t know much more about her except she was good at what she did and turned out to be extremely resourceful to several areas outside of Violent Crimes. He often was asked to lend her out on cases outside her field. He had given her a highly remarkable review her first 3 months under him and couldn’t help but be curious about her interactions with other agents.

 

Skinner heard the beep of the treadmill as she increased her intervals and went into a full run. He couldn’t help but check out the tank top and stretch pants she was wearing to workout in. A thin strip of skin exposed around her waist giving him a peak of her well-defined stomach. He knew he should be ashamed but he was a man after all. A man sitting alone, in a gym, on a Friday night. It hadn’t always been like this, he had been married once, his social life mostly lead by his former wife. Sure he had dated after his divorce but his relationships were short lived and left him unfulfilled or more likely he left them unfulfilled with his long odd hours at the office and foul moods when he did finally have time to go out on a date. He wasn’t even sure if he wanted to be in a relationship again with anyone but his needs drove him time and time again to find intimacy with a woman. Who was he trying to kid. He needed sex. An average healthy man needs to have sex, as often as he possibly can muster up in his situation. He swallowed deeply and looked over at the sexy agent again. He could think of a couple of carnal acts he would like to perform on this woman. He stood to leave knowing it was highly inappropriate for him to be having these thoughts about a subordinate. As he walked towards the locker rooms he heard Melinda’s voice greet him somewhat out of breath.

“Good evening Assistant Director.”

“Evening Agent Carlyle.” He gave her a nod and never quite made it to the locker rooms detouring to a treadmill down the ways from where she was currently running. He set the interval to a slow jog, realizing that he would need to work off some of this energy if he was going to be able to relax tonight.

 

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Melinda let her mind go to faraway places when she was running. It was a good way for her to get through her long runs. She could easily block out the world around her when she ran on the treadmill but tonight she was distracted. She had noticed the Assistant Director working out across the way from her and couldn’t help but watch as he did his leg presses. She never saw him outside of his office and this sudden interest in watching him in her peripheral view caught her off guard. It was hard not to notice the terrific shape he was in; the t-shirt he was wearing drew attention to his muscular arms and the lines of his chest beneath. During the past few months she had developed a great deal of respect working under the Assistant Director. He was firm but fair, she appreciated that he didn’t mince words always being completely direct with his orders for her. Though she had to admit to herself that from the day she first met him she couldn’t help but notice his eyes. The way they hid behind his glasses but were obvious that there was more behind them than what he outwardly showed. Yes, she found him attractive but he was her superior and she didn’t make it a habit of having crushes on her bosses. She chopped it up to being single in Washington D.C. Her family, which consisted of her sister Jane and her family, lived back in Utah. She had never been married or had been able to keep a long-term relationship once she joined the Bureau in her late 20’s. Her love life consisted of dating agents here and there, which she discovered were the worst group of people to try and date let alone have a long term relationship with but were good for the occasional one night stand or midnight booty call. There was a District Attorney who turned out to be a closet case and a couple of officers from Salt Lake City’s finest but she, for the most part, had come to terms with her terminal single-dom and did her best to enjoy the life she chose with the FBI. She would have it no other way, the FBI was her life and her work was extremely important to her.

 

Since coming to Washington D.C. she had made a change in her demeanor, working with her associates and superiors. Things were different here, nothing but professionalism was demanded at all times unlike how relaxed things were at the SLC Bureau. She could sense Walter Skinners military background the minute she met him and followed suit, straight back, head forward, nothing but straight answers and no unnecessary questions. She kept things strictly professional when dealing with other agents and realized only days ago that the agents, out of sight from their superiors, were not that much different here than they were in SLC. The discovery came when she had assisted Agent Mulder on a case in Scully’s absence. He asked her if she ever lightened up, let her hair down so to speak and she was taken aback by his question.

“Sure Agent Mulder, but there is a time and a place don’t you think?”

“Cut the formalities Carlyle, it’s too much to have to deal with Skinner on a daily basis. It’s all right to tone it down while we’re working together, I mean come on have you seen my office?”

“It’s just, ever since I transferred here, everyone seems so…”

“Stiff. Tight. Stick up their…”

“Yes, yes so to speak. I just want to be careful and find that it’s best to keep things strictly work.”

“Well, I like work as much as the next guy but sometimes I need to put my feet up and I don’t want you to be offended when I do.”

“That’s fine Agent Mulder and I promise I will let the walls come down a little more. In fact I’m kind of relieved.”

She had come to admire the quirky, somewhat unorthodox agent and as they worked together she found she was able to relax her demeanor more around him and slowly with other agents quickly learning that there were two sides to most of them. But now, she wondered if there were two sides to Walter Skinner. As her superior, she may never know.

 

Melinda watched as the Assistant Director got up from the leg press machine and begin to make his way over in her direction. She had a moment of panic as her mind scrambled to think of something, anything to say to him. As he approached she managed a “Good Evening Assistant Director” and was surprised to receive a response. She watched as he climbed onto one of the treadmills, three down from the one she was running on. She smiled to herself as he began to jog, she could only imagine his strong thighs pumping away as he ran and couldn’t help but be impressed by how he kept himself in such good shape considering he was a superior who sat behind a desk most days. Most of them let themselves go once they retired to desk jobs, she couldn’t help but admire that Skinner wasn’t one of them. Before long the gym had emptied out and they were the only two remaining. Melinda was pleased to see that her hour had flown by and lowered the interval on her machine to begin her cool down. She stretched her arms over her head as she walked and rolled her neck feeling it crack a few times. Scanning the gym she looked around determining what she should do next. She typically didn’t stay past her run but wasn’t finished admiring her boss just yet. Eyeing a rack of various sized weights she noticed she would have a nice view of the A.D. in the mirror on the opposite side of the room. Stopping the treadmill she was on, she hopped off and made her way casually over to the weights grabbing a couple of dumbbells and making herself comfortable on one of the benches nearby. Becoming quickly distracted by the reflection she could see in the mirror. Skinner’s shirt now had a wet V shape going down the front and was nicely outlining his chest and stomach. Blowing out a long, slow breath Melinda became flushed as she watched how his tight body flexed as he jogged and could feel herself becoming wet as she watched him. The heat between her legs rose to her cheeks when he caught her watching him in the mirror and she lost grip of one of the dumbbells she was holding, emanating a loud thud throughout the gym. Quickly trying to compose herself she fumbled for the elusive dumbbell and stood to replace them on the rack not sure if she should make a run for the door or pretend like her boss just didn’t catch her ogling his hot body.

 

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Skinner couldn’t remember the last time he felt this good jogging for this period of time and didn’t realize he had so much energy built up. It didn’t hurt that there was an attractive agent a few feet from him that he would catch glances of from time to time providing him with some additional inspiration to keep his stride going. When she ended her run he bit his tongue at the view of her behind as she walked towards the weights. She had, what Skinner would call, a tight and perfect little ass. Not that he believed he would ever get the chance but knew he could bounce a quarter off that ass. He looked away and closed his eyes not sure why he was letting his mind lust after one of his subordinates when it was destined to lead nowhere other than create future discomfort during their next meeting. Opening his eyes again he caught her watching him in the mirror that covered the wall on the opposite side of the gym. It took a moment for her to realize that he caught her watching him and then he could see her flush just before dropping the weight she was holding. Quickly turning his gaze his mind raced, could she have been checking him out the way he was just admiring the view of her walking away just moments ago? He looked back at the reflection of her seeing her back now towards him. Bringing the treadmill to a complete stop Skinner stood catching his breath determining what he should do next feeling slightly uncomfortable knowing that he may act completely inappropriate if he wasn’t careful. Glancing up once more at her reflection she was now sitting on the floor doing stretches. Without thinking Skinner walked over to her not quite sure what he would do or say once he was there.

“Mind if I join you?” He stood over her now looking down at her.

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Melinda almost choked when she heard Skinners voice from behind her as she sat on a floor mat pretending to stretch hiding her complete embarrassment from before.

“I don’t mind at all.” She watched as he sat on the floor across from her and began to stretch in a similar fashion she was pretending to do moments before.

“I hope you don’t mind me asking Carlyle, but how are you adjusting to your move here? I know D.C. must be quite a change from Salt Lake City.”

She gave him a small smile, deciding whether she should keep her answer simple or be honest. Her pause in responding caused him to tilt his head as he watched for her response.

“Honestly, it’s been quite an adjustment. I have found that cities can be lonely places. I don’t know if you know what I mean.”

“Yes, yes I do. Gives new meaning to being alone in a crowd, so to speak.”

She nodded in response to this wondering what she should say next then Skinner spoke again.

“Do yourself a favor Carlyle, don’t fall into the trap I did. Don’t let work be your whole life, get out there and enjoy life while your still young and have the energy. Me, well, this…” He waives his hand referring to the FBI. “is about all I have at the moment. Don’t end up like me.”

“Sir? I’d say it is never to late to take your own advice and thank you. You’re right, I am allowing the FBI to be my life but this job is important to me. I love what I do.”

He gives her a small nod. “That’s good to hear. It shows.” Skinner then makes his way to his feet and offers a hand to help Melinda to hers. Grabbing his extended hand she lets him pull her to her feet.

“Thank you sir. Have a good weekend.”

“You too…Melinda.”

 

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Melinda’s Apartment – Friday 11:30 PM

 

Melinda stared out her apartment window to the city below. Her mind consumed with her interaction with Skinner that night. This was the first time she had seen him relax around her and she wished she would have continued their conversation. She wouldn’t have minded getting to know him a little better but just wasn’t sure how personal she could get without crossing a line with her superior. She could sense from what he said to her that he was somewhat lonely too but wasn’t sure how to take it coming from him. Her mind lingered to the way his body moved on the treadmill as he jogged and the way his workout clothes fit his body so, so nicely. Shit, she thought to herself, she was lusting after her superior. She let out a long breath and turned away from the window, picking up the glass of wine she had poured herself and closed her eyes as she sipped the cool bitter liquid. Melinda knew all to well what this feeling was, she had experienced this many times before and found that burying herself in work was the best way to ignore it until she was able to get her itch scratched. When was the last time she got laid she thought to herself? Far too long and she was long over do. Sitting on her couch she tilted her head back and stared at the ceiling her mind wandering back to his arms and his chest, her weakness was the soft firmness of a mans chest and she could tell Skinner had a nice body underneath that sweat streaked t-shirt of his. That oh so familiar warm feeling began to build between her legs, her panties now slightly moist. She bit her lip and eased her hand over her soft stomach and down into her panties. Suddenly aware of how completely turned on she was her fingers slipped easily between her folds causing her to suck in her breathe as her need screamed for immediate attention. The feeling of her fingers working their way expertly around the erect nub, in perfect rhythm to her need. A small moan escaped her lips and then a grunt of frustration. She sat up straight and looked around the room removing her hand away from her arousal. After putting away the wine and turning out the lights, Melinda retreated to her bedroom where she undressed and slid in between the cool sheets of her bed. Retrieving a tiny vibrator from her bed side table she used it to bring about her release and then a second, her mind undressing the Assistant Director imaging the hard body he hid beneath the stiff suits and the even harder demeanor he presented day in and day out behind that desk of his. He was a man who was very much in charge, a man who was in control and oh how she would happily let him take control over her now. Thrusting two fingers inside herself she came a third time, this one lasted longer and a small cry emitted echoing throughout the bedroom. Rolling over on her side, now somewhat satiated she let sleep take over.