TITLE: Unrequited Love (1/1) AUTHOR: cheezstk E-MAIL ADDRESS: cheezstk@hotmail.com RATING: NC-17, for lovingly detailed erotic content CATEGORY: S H A SPOILERS: none SUMMARY: Our hero takes a bathroom break with a favorite magazine, and his thoughts turn to Agent Scully. KEYWORDS: none DISTRIBUTION STATEMENT: Go for it. I'd appreciate an email, though DISCLAIMER: They belong to 1013, Chris Carter, and FOX--not me. Celebrity Skin belongs to whoever owns it. No money here, just for kicks, please don't sue. FEEDBACK: Did you laugh? Cry? Hurl? Please tell me at cheezstk@hotmail.com NOTES: This story has absolutely nothing to do with Episode 4X16. Also, this is my very first X-Files fanfic effort--and, well, yes, I realize that I'm a pervert. Unrequited Love by cheezstk xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx "Damn, this one is a mess" he muttered, staring numbly at the monitor. A jumble of blurry snapshots and anonymous e-mails stared back at him. They outlined a military cover-up of an incident at an Army base; possibly a UFO crash. Nothing he hadn't seen before. But for some reason, this time, he was having a particularly rough time figuring out what the hell was going on. The official story was total bullshit, of course-- something about a weather balloon and a small aircraft. But the eyewitness stories, which he usually relied on for the real story, were particularly convoluted--they couldn't even agree on what state it had happened in. It was 3am and he'd been working for hours, but the pieces just weren't coming together this time. He took off his glasses and rubbed his face. His eyes were strained from hours of research in front of the computer, and he had an ache in his neck. Stretching, he realized the coffee he'd been drinking to keep going had made its way to his bladder. He headed towards the bathroom, and stumbled over some of the clutter that was everywhere in the darkened room. It was a box of newspaper clippings with similar blurry UFO photos, and hey, lasts month's issue of Celebrity Skin. Snagging the crumpled magazine, he made his way to the bathroom without any further mishap. He let out a sigh as he finished relieving himself, and glanced at the magazine he'd set on the sink. Absentmindedly, he began flipping through the porno mag, still holding his penis in one hand. Scantily clad starlets, long smooth legs, and bare breasts registered on his tired mind; his penis began to stiffen in his hand. The hand slowly began moving as he continued to turn the glossy pages. One woman caught his eye; some small-time actress. He'd never heard of her. But there was something about her... ah yes, red hair. He quickened the pace a bit and his cock responded, springing to its full length (which was actually rather large, he reminded himself with a wry smile. not that anyone had seen it in God knows how long. the smile faded). He closed his eyes, and let his mind drift to another redhead... Oh, yes. He could see her face. Oh, Scully. Scully. She was so beautiful. He could see her light blue eyes, her perfect nose, her soft red hair, her lips. How he'd watched those lips, as she expounded on some overly empirical rationalization of the crazy things she'd seen. Surreptitiously he'd watch, and imagine those soft lips touching his own. Somewhere far away, his fingers squeezed the head of his cock, causing moisture to bead at the end. A small moan escaped his lips. Dana. Even her name was beautiful. Daaaaah-naaah. He smiled. So beautiful, so sexy... and she didn't even realize it. She had just closed off that part of her life; denying her sexuality. Like how she denied things that didn't jive with her view of the world. He could show her... his hands closing over her heaving breasts, his fingers caressing the nipples to life through the thin white fabric. His tongue parting her lips, his body pressing against hers, his hand moving down to stroke the moist warmth between her legs. In another world, his hand had returned to rhythmically stroking the entire length of his manhood. His eyes were pressed tightly shut; he bit down hard on his lower lip. His breath started to come in gasps. Her red pubic hair entwined in his fingers, his hand slick with her juices. He kisses her neck. She moans with pleasure as he rubs her clit between his fingers.... Wait, slow down. He didn't want to come just yet. Keeping one hand still on his throbbing cock, he fished his wallet out of his pocket with the other. Opened it, and pulled out a small, creased piece of paper. An official work photo, from the FBI database (he'd die if she knew he kept it in his wallet). He had other photos of her, of course, but this one stuck with him for some reason. It was in black & white, a low-quality printout. She stared directly into the camera, but she seemed somewhat distracted. There was an almost puzzled look on her face, as if she was thinking about something else, trying to figure something out-- perhaps a difficult case. Her brilliant mind ticking away, trying to fit the inexplicable into the comfortable confines of traditional science. She wasn't smiling in the photo. She seldom smiled at all anymore (which made sense, given all that she'd been through). That was a pity. He loved her sense of humor, when she let it out. Even if it was to make a sarcastic joke at his expense. He was always trying to provoke her, to see if he could make her laugh. Or make her annoyed, angry, anything. Just to get a reaction. He sighed. She was so smart, so complex, so beautiful. An almost physical pang wracked his chest. He knew that she liked his camaraderie, his friendship. And he valued her friendship, perhaps more than she could guess. As for his burning desire for her--well, he'd tried to let her know his feelings, usually with a "joking" come-on. But she never responded, except to roll her eyes in exasperation at his adolescent humor. But his feelings went far, far deeper than that, he forced himself to admit. He was in love with Dana Scully. And there was nothing he could do about it. There weren't many women in his past, and most of his relationships had ended badly. Scully meant the world to him, and he never wanted to lose her friendship, never wanted her to be gone from his life entirely. The very thought was beyond painful. But for her to actually fall in love with him, to be with him, to want him like he wanted her... he knew it would never happen. For one thing, there was his work, which was more like an obsession. There wasn't really room in his life for a relationship, nor in hers. But far more importantly, there was... A tear trickled down his stubbled cheek as he returned to masturbating. His hand tightened and released as it moved up and down his cock. He gazed at the well-worn photo as he slipped back into bittersweet pleasure. She kisses his tears away, kisses his lips, kisses the tender spot on his neck. She holds him close, and tells him it's all right. He has waited so long for this. Years. Scully pulls back a bit from the embrace, and runs an exploring hand up and down the length of his body, coming to rest on his groin. Her small, strong hand caresses him firmly. He realizes he's shaking, trembling with desire and love--and wonder. He never really believed it would ever happen. Finally, after all this time, she is in his arms, kissing him, touching him, wanting him. It's driving him crazy. He crushes her lips in a passionate kiss, and madly, blindly runs his hands over her body. He can't stand it any longer; he must have her now. He presses against her naked body, pushing her down on the couch, and gently but firmly spreads her legs. She gasps as he enters her. With incredible restraint he forces himself to move slowly, so as not to hurt her with his unusual size. But he needn't have worried; Scully is wet and ready for him. She thrusts upwards to meet him, setting a steady pace, wrapping her strong legs around him, squeezing tightly with her pussy at every stroke. She is so tight, so warm. He slows down again, pulling almost completely out, then all the way in, driving her crazy. But Scully won't let him get away with teasing her; she grasps his hips and pulls him back into her. He thrusts deeper, moving faster with her, into her, gazing into her face as her eyes glaze over and she begins to pant. "Oh my God, oh God!" she moans, her pleasure building. He plunges back into her depths, slamming all the way in over and over, driving her over the edge. She cries out, cries his name, her head whipping from side to side, her tight pussy spasming on his cock. His hand pumping furiously, he began to climax. "Scuul, I luh, oh Scully, I love you, Scuuul-leeee," he groaned through clenched teeth as he came. His body shuddered uncontrollably, nothing existing anywhere but Scully and ecstasy and Scully. Panting, he rested his head against the wall. Grabbed a handful of toilet paper and began cleaning up. Wiped his eyes. Oh, Scully. How I love you, Scully... "Hey! You've been in there forever! What're you doing in there? Whacking off again, Dooo-hickey?" Goddamit... "Up yours, you hippie jerk!" "C'mon man, that crashed UFO story is front page material, and we want to publish first thing tomorrow morning. And besides, I need to take a leak!" "Damnit Langly, can't a man take a crap in peace? I'll be out in a minute." Quickly, he finished cleaning up and flushed the toilet. Rinsed his hands, and pulled his fingerless gloves back on. He loved her, but he knew that she was in love with Mulder. Mulder, his good friend. His very best friend, apart from Langly and Byers. He'd seen her looking at Mulder, and recognized the look in her eyes. He imagined it was the same look he had when he looked at her. He wondered what Mulder felt, if he even knew. Mulder was a brilliant man, but could be surprisingly dense about some things. He sighed. Carefully, he re-folded his photo of Dana Scully, put it back in his wallet, and went back to work on next month's issue of The Lone Gunman. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx More Notes: 1. Ok, so I probably didn't fool anybody, but it was fun nevertheless. (*maniacal giggling*) 2. No, I actually don't think the little guy is *quite* this sappy. I plead insanity. 3. Again, feedback is appreciated: cheezstk@hotmail.com