The Nurse's Station

My X-Files Episode

Jordan wandered into the room, half-asleep. It had been a long, boring day filled with long, boring meetings and long, boring conversations with Kelso. She sat down on the couch next to Elliot, who was too involved in the TV to notice. Jordan glanced at the screen, back at Elliot, then at the screen again.

“Elliot, why is he covered in puzzle pieces?” she asked.

“Uh, because,” Elliot replied, still staring at the TV. “Don’t interrupt.”

Jordan raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Why?”

“Because it’s Humbug.”

“So?”

Elliot grabbed the remote, paused the episode and turned angrily towards Jordan. “So it’s the episode where Scully’s bathrobe slips open.”

Jordan laughed. “God, Barbie.”

Elliot made a face and resumed the episode. “Don’t call me that,” she mumbled, trailing off as she became involved in the show again.

Jordan sat there for a few moments, contemplating her options. Eventually she started slowly unbuttoning her shirt, enjoying Elliot’s expression as she did a double-take, then paused the episode again.

“Can’t you wait? Please?” she asked.

Jordan smiled coyly. “I never said you had to pay attention to me,” she said. “Keep watching.”

“But I’m not going to be able to focus,” Elliot whined.

Jordan shrugged. “Not my problem.”

They stared at each other for a few minutes before Elliot huffed angrily and started watching again. Once Jordan was sure she was properly focused, she resumed unbuttoning her shirt before she shrugged out of it and threw it in the general direction of the bedroom. Elliot threw an annoyed look at Jordan but kept her eyes on the TV.

Jordan smiled to herself and stretched, arching her back and mewling softly in the back of her throat. She reached down and unbuttoned her jeans, slipping her hand inside them. She started slowly stroking herself through the lace that was her underwear, moaning quietly in time with her strokes.

Elliot gave up trying to watch the show and leaned back in her corner of the couch, content with watching her lover.

Jordan smiled sweetly as she stopped, taking her hand out of her pants and buttoning them back up. Elliot’s eyes widened with frustration and confusion, and Jordan tipped her a wink before grabbing her shirt and heading into the bedroom.

“Jordan, what–”

“I’m tired,” Jordan interrupted, lying down on her bed and stretching. “Maybe later,” she added, rolling over onto her side.

“Like hell.” Elliot crawled over to where Jordan was and flipped her onto her back. She climbed on top of her, straddling her hips. “We’re going to finish this now, and then I’m going to go back to watching Scully’s breasts. Understood?”

Jordan shrugged. “Whatever.”

Elliot growled and leaned over, brushing her lips lightly against Jordan’s. “You’re going to pay for this,” she hissed, and stood up, going back to the living room.

Jordan sat up, staring after her. “Hey! Did I say you could leave?”

Elliot flipped her off and slammed the door shut after herself.

Jordan sat there for a moment, stunned, then grinned evilly to herself. She was going to pay, alright.

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