Title: Another Dull Day

Author: Angel

Rating: PG-13…I guess

Disclaimer: Ain’t mine, none of it. No infringement intended, no money made.

Damn this is dull! I swear if I see one more ‘gas receipt’ of Mulder’s I will kill him. Does he actually think that ‘$10 Mobil’ scribbled on the back of a McDonald’s wrapper is official? Why the hell do I always have to do these damn expense reports? What is Mulder doing anyway?

I shift my unfocused gaze over to his desk trying not to look obvious. He is reading… something. I can’t tell what. But if that is another issue of Celebrity Skin so help me…

Damn him and those seeds. How can he eat so many of those things? How can he eat them to begin with? They are so salty, and not the easiest thing to get out of the shell. He seems to have it down to a system though. I watch him pop one into his mouth; he moves it around for a moment probably to get the salt off. I can see him push it between his teeth with his tongue. He jaw closes slightly, I can hear the crunch of the shell in the silent basement. His cheeks hollow slightly as he shifts his tongue to take out the meat. Then he spits the broken shells out on to his desk. Oh that’s disgusting! And to think I touch all those papers.

I guess Mulder’s saliva isn’t really that disgusting. I wonder what he tastes like… Probably salty from the seeds. If he tastes anything like he smells I’m sure I will enjoy it. Not that I walk around sniffing him all day or anything. He is damn good at invading my space, how could I not notice his scent? If it wasn’t so male and sexy I would get annoyed. God if he ever knew that I enjoyed smelling him he would never leave me alone. Just to piss me off I bet he would sit himself down on my desk all day waving his arms about so I’d smell him.

Bastard.

I wish he would grow up. He is so damn childish about everything he does. Stupid innuendoes. Ok so they made me smile when I first started to work with him. But now I just try to block him out. Or at least look like that’s what I am doing. Ok fine! I like when he says those things to me! They send a warm tingle through my body. God that is pathetic.

But look at my life. I sit here all day in this office with a pile of greasy papers that I have to organize for Skinner when Mulder should be the one doing it. But no. He gets to sit relaxed in his chair, feet up on the corner of his desk, eating seeds, and reading porn.

What the hell is he reading anyway?

I wonder what he looks like when he is reading porn, or watching those movies he doesn’t really have. I wonder if he closes his eyes in pleasure? Probably not, he likes to see everything. I love those eyes. So soft looking. I love watching them change colors. They really do too. One minute they are dark hazel the next bright green. I wonder what color they are when he is aroused. They were really deep green the day in his hallway. But I don’t know is he was aroused then. I know I was. Watching that mouth lower to me.

Fucking bee.

Damn fucking bee.

I know, it’s been months I should be over the bee by now, but I’m not. I hate all bees now. Till the day I die I will hate them with a passion.

What the hell is he reading?!

Must be something good because he is concentrating really hard. I can tell. His eyes are narrowed just a little and his jaw is clenched.

His jaw…. I hate to sound like some lovesick teenager but yum. Gotta love a man with a good solid jaw. Especially with some mid day stubble.

The only thing I love more about Mulder’s jaw is his back. I’ve seen him without his shirt a few times, a quite a few times in a sweat soaked shirt from jogging. Mmm… Muldersweat. Never thought I was the type of woman to get excited about a man’s sweat but here I am and here I am doing just that. Where was I before that whole sweat fetish? Oh yeah his back. And his chest for the matter. Strong and muscled, but not scary steroid injected muscles. Firm smooth natural body shape. Like his forearms for that matter. He has his shirtsleeves rolled up as usual. I swear he does it cause he knows I can’t help but look.

Bastard.

I’m honestly surprised he roles up his sleeves, he might get a wrinkle or something. For a man that lives in hole of an apartment building her sure does like to dress well. What is that? A nine hundred-dollar suit? Freaking Armoni. I bet he wears Calvin Klein boxers. Whenever I see him out of work he looks like he just walked out of a J Crew catalogue. I need to steal one of his sweaters sometime. They are NICE sweaters, a good eighty bucks a pop I would say. And it would smell it him too. I’ll get on that sweat thing again if I’m not careful.

Ok what is he reading? He just got to a good part. His eyes widened a little. He can’t possibly be reading porn right now, can he? I wouldn’t put it past him. But he is certainty containing his….enthusiasm well.

I have seen Mulder naked a few times, but never at his full potential. I bet it would be an interesting sight.

What is wrong with me?! I should be filling out a report but instead I am thinking about my partner’s genitalia! I am a sick sick woman.

I can’t stand it anymore. I just can’t.

"Mulder? What are you reading?"

He looks over at me for a millisecond then back to what he is reading. "Huh?"

Oh yeah impressive. I am completely infatuated with a man who answers ‘Huh’ to a simple question.

"I asked; what you are reading?" I say slowly and deliberately.

A wicked smile washes over his face.

Bastard.

"I wasn’t reading anything."

Yeah and those movies aren’t really yours.

"Oh really?"

"No I was watching you watch me."

My cheeks flush. "Wipe that grin off your face Mulder." I practically spit the words at him.

Bastard.