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
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"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.

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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




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