Partner. Oh, how I wish he was really mine... Alex
Krycek. He's an absolute God. Okay, so at first I thought he was
nerdy. A geek, a green little agent who didn't know an abduction
from a kidnapping. (I say it like I do!) But still, I'd rather he didn't
know about my little porn penchant just yet.
I kill the television, then throw the remote near my desk. It
doesn't occur to me that aim is necessary, and I hear the sound of
glass shattering.
Strange as it may be, I love that sound. It's high, and quite
beautiful, unlike its effects. "Fuck, the monitor," I groan, getting
up. I'm wrong, thank God. It's just the glass bowl I keep shells
from sunflower seeds in. When I remember not to just spit them
onto the floor. Sighing, I engage in a battle of wills with the mess,
and lose. It won't clean itself up.
I can't be bothered with it tonight. I resolve to clean it in the
morning (yeah, right), and walk into the bedroom.
I love the bedroom. It's small, and slightly cluttered, but the
closet's wonderful, and the bed oh-so-comfortable. With silk
sheets.
It's a surprise, I think while I strip myself of clothes, that I'm
able to afford to get silk sheets on my measly FBI salary. They
feel so good... just sliding down between them is almost as nice
as what I imagine it'd be like with His hands around me.
Oh, God, those hands, those beautiful hands, caressing
my body... I'm thinking about him, as usual. Fantasizing about
him. His beautiful face... those eyes, so deep... even though I
can't tell what colour they are. His gorgeous lips, so perfectly
shaped and formed, and the voice which comes out between
them.... a moan escapes my lips, just thinking about them. He's
not the best dresser, but I forgive him this. Oh, baby, I'd forgive
him anything. No matter how I outwardly treat him, he's a
wonderful person. His looks (Oh, God, that face), body... that
stupid humour. I want to hug him for it.
My hands both sneak down my body, and I caress myself,
imagining him doing it to me. I picture him, sweaty, out of those
suits, pounding into me, over and over...
"Alex..." I murmur softly, hands pushing all my sensitive
spots, the rest of me squirming in ecstatic delight. "Oh, Alex..."
An abrupt knock on the door brings me back to reality.
"Agent Mulder..."
Shit. It's him. Alex. I get out of bed, hoping I don't look like
I've come straight out of an erotic fantasy, and grab an oversized
shirt, slipping it over my head.
"Agent Mulder!"
I run to the door, and fling it open. He blushes. Oh God,
does he ever look gorgeous when he blushes. I almost melt.
"Uh, Agent Mulder..." he begins, looking at his feet.
"Alex," I chide him, "My name's Samantha."
"Samantha," he repeats. God, the way my name sounds
on his lips... "Can I come in?"
Seductively, slowly, I smile. "Sure."
FINIS
Now who expected that?
Fantasies
by Fleur
If I have to watch this same video one more time, I'm going
to shoot my television. It's not that I don't have an extensive video
collection... I do. But lately, work has been so boring, and Scully's
been reassigned back to Quantico, so the majority of my 'for your
viewing pleasure' tapes are at work. I swear, if my partner gets into
them, he's going to meet a worse fate than my television.
