Yet, when my new partner introduced himself, looking at me with those innocent, wide eyes,
all my paranoia went down the drain, together with my reason and sense of reality. Only
after I managed to ditch him and cool down enough for my IQ to rise again above
the level of an average bull in rut, I started to suspect anything.
After all, what was not to suspect? A guy looking as if he was taken out of one of my
fantasies, eager to hear my spooky theories, suffering from a bad case of hero worship
apparently centred around me? Please.
Only that my suspicions were rather... well, wrong isn't exactly the word I'm looking for.
Totally crazy is more like it.
What my stupefied brain came up with was that Alex was indeed sent by The Consortium,
only not as a mole, but as a reward. "We've closed the X-files but we've given him to you
instead, isn't it fair?"
Of course this explanation became impossible to accept when I've noticed how sharp
Alex was, not nearly as inexperienced as he would have liked to pass for.
Yet, it was oh so easy to forget all that while I was licking a path down Alex's spine,
feeling this sleek, taut body writhe under me and hearing the incredible sounds he made
whenever I hit the right spot.
He was so good in fact, that even now, after the betrayal, all I really want to do is
wrap my arms around his muscular chest and bury myself in his silky heat, leaving all
the pain and madness behind.
And I'm praying to whatever deity hears me for another chance to lay my hands on
his velvety skin.
Please come back...
Meanwhile, I'll look for Scully.
My Essay
by Czeri
I should have known all along that I couldn't trust him. I mean, it was pretty obvious that
The Consortium would keep tabs on me after Scully failed to sidetrack me from my quest
for the truth and actually became my strongest ally.
