One is the Loneliest Number

TITLE: One Is The Loneliest Number
AUTHOR: The X-Pig
DISCLAIMER: Yes, I am a professional thief. Please don't try this
at home. I snuck into the Fox lot, broke into CC's trailer, and
waited. When he arrived I knocked him out and tied him to a chair.
I then stole all materials pertaining to The X-Files. So, CC, feel
free to press charges, but you can't prove it was me.
ADDITIONAL DISCLAIMER: Warning, this smut may cause damage to
your monitor. Read at your own risk. Writer accepts no responsibility
for property or bodily harm.
SUMMARY: Sometimes, it really is about just one person.
CATEGORY: V, A, R,
RATING: NC-17
SPOILERS: Spoilers, we no need no stinkin' spoilers. This will fit
anywhere, I suppose
KEYWORDS: MSR, ER, Minor Emotional MT, PWP
DISTRIBUTION: Sure to Spooky's, Ephemeral, Xemplary,
ATXC, MTA. In fact, sure to everyone else, just drop me a line.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: I've always wanted to try this. I hope it works.
THANKS: To Jim, here it is, just for you. To Angel of Depravity for his
candor on the list. And to Eric, for not spitting burrito on me when I
asked him about this, over lunch, and for his candor with me in his
answers to my numerous questions that afternoon.
FEEDBACK: Yes, I want to know. I'm addicted to it.
TheXPig@xfilesfan.com
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I swear
I just found everything I need
The sweat in your eyes,
The blood in your veins, are listening to me
Well I want to drink it up and swim in it until I drown
My moral standing is laying down
Nothing quite like the feel of something new

----- "The Only Time" by Nine Inch Nails
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Scully's only been gone for two days now, but it feels like forever.

I never thought the day would come when I'd wish that Scully wasn't a
doctor. But that was before we started having sex, before I started
losing myself in her.

Now, I can't stand to be away from her for more than a few hours. I
long for her touch every minute of every day. I know, I'm pathetic,
aren't I?

Please, let that ringing phone be her. I need to hear her voice.

*****

"Mulder "

"Hey, it's me."

"Where are you?"

"I'm getting on a plane as we speak. I should be back in a few hours."

"You have no idea how happy that makes me."

"You'd be surprised, Mulder. I've got to run. I'll call you when I get
in."

"Okay."

*****

She's on her way home. She's coming back to me. Thank god. I don't
think I could have spent another night with only myself to keep me
occupied.

Not that I haven't become an expert at it over the years. I have more
Scully fantasies stored in my mind than I could ever hope to use. Well,
maybe not ever, but close. Some of them I've shared with her, some of
them I have kept to myself. But they are all mine, nonetheless.

Last night was a Scully-On-The-Desk night.

I actually went over to her place and crawled into her bed, hoping that
the smell of her would help me sleep.

But it only made me painfully hard, missing her as I did. So I crawled
back out of her bed and made my way to her shower, praying that I would
be able to find my release under the hard spray of scalding water.

Setting the water temperature to slightly hotter than normal, I drew my
hand down my chest, pausing briefly at my nipples, rubbing them for a
moment. As I tugged them taut, I felt a familiar stirring in my groin,
the signal of my increasing arousal. My fingers left my nipples,
seeking the warmth of my semi-erect dick. Wrapping my palm around my
shaft, I began the slow stroking that always brings me to climax.

Resting my head on my arm leaning against the shower wall, I closed my
eyes, imagining Scully's nude body laid across my desk, mine for the
taking. As I pumped into her in my mind, my hand increased its speed to
match. Soon I was moaning Scully's name as I came in her shower. Alone.

*****

"Mulder."

"Hey, it's me."

"Are you back?"

"I am. Are you at work?"

"Nope. I'm on my way home."

"Okay. I'll meet you there in an hour."

"I'll be waiting."

"As will I."

*****

I need to get this place cleaned up. It's a disaster area. If she sees
this she'll know I haven't slept here while she was gone. She'll ask if
I slept at all, if I've been sick. How could I tell her that I was sick
with longing? Does she know what she does to me?

I'd better get to work, she'll be here soon.

I still can't believe that Skinner sent her off to that conference, and
left me here on shit detail. I hate wiretaps. I hate listening to other
people's annoying little problems, their petty differences with other
people. It's all so damned boring. And Skinner knows I feel that way.

I wonder what I did to piss him off. I hope I never do it again.

*****

"Hi Scully. How was your trip?"

"Boring, but thanks for asking. What did Skinner have you doing?"

"Fucking wiretaps. Did I do something to him that you forgot to tell me
about?"

"Well, there was that..."

"Okay, never mind. So, did you miss me?"

"Me? Miss you? Nope, sure didn't."

"Really?"

"Yes, Mulder, I really didn't miss you. But I sure did miss Skinner."

"Sculleeee."

"Got ya."

"You are not funny."

"Yes, I am. Now, sit down."

*****

I can't believe this. This is not happening. Not to me. I could not be
this lucky.

Scully is kneeling between my legs, rubbing my chest with one hand
while she is undoing my jeans with the other one. My erection is
already making my pants very tight. And her ministrations are not
improving the situation.

Or, rather, they are. Vastly. This is a fantasy that I kept buried deep
inside, thinking that it could never happen. Guess I was wrong.

Scully is tugging at my pants now, trying to get them past my hips and
off my legs. I can feel the scrape of her nails as she pulls at the
waistband of my boxers, attempting to free me from my restraint.

Success.

I can feel the cool air on my throbbing cock, forcing more blood to the
already engorged organ. And I can feel Scully's warm breath on the
head, ripping a moan from me.

Her nails drag across the sensitive underside of my dick, causing it to
jerk towards my stomach. This brings a smile to Scully's mouth, and I
watch as her tongue slips out and coats her lips with saliva; my
attention focused on the predatory look in her eyes.

I inhale sharply as she lowers her head to my lap. I feel her lips wrap
themselves around my cock and I become lost in the sensations she is
causing.

Wet.

Tight.

Warm.

Dry.

Loose.

Cold.

Heaven.

And Hell.

Her mouth is cuddling my dick. It is like being hugged, embraced,
wrapped in all that is Scully.

It's like coming home.

I feel her begin to relax her throat as she takes me deeper, to a place
no woman has ever allowed me to be. I can't believe that Scully is
deep-throating me. And I can't believe the way it feels.

It feels like I am buried to the hilt in pure Scully. There are no
barriers between us. The contractions of her throat are similar to the
contractions of her inner walls, and yet, so very different.

That she is giving so much of herself to me, and asking nothing in
return, brings tears to my closed eyes. I feel her hand reach up and
wipe my tears away. This gesture of kindness is my undoing and I grab
her hands and pull them to my mouth.

I pepper her hands with kisses, even as she begins to suck hard on my
throbbing penis. I feel my climax growing in my spine, coiling tighter,
preparing to pull me over.

*****

"Scully...please....if you...I'm gonna...."

*****

Her hands pull my hands to her head, signaling her desire to have all
of me. My fingers lodge in her hair, holding on to her as I plunge into
the abyss that is my release.

As I come back to my living room, to Scully, I feel her washing me
clean with her tongue. I watch her lick my flaccid cock as she wipes
the liquid remains of my seed from her chin. Her eyes meet mine and I
see nothing but love in them.

I reach down and pull her up my chest, finally settling her against me,
her head under my chin. I turn my head and capture her mouth with mine,
tasting myself on her lips. As I drink in her essence, I caress her
face, trying to convey how much I love her. Breaking our kiss, she lays
her head back on my chest and sighs.

*****

"Scully, I'm sorry. I tried to warn you."

"Mulder, you have nothing to be sorry for."

"But..."

"But nothing. This was for you, Mulder."

"For me? I don't understand."

"Sometimes, Mulder, sex can be about just one person."

"Oh, Scully."

"And this was for you. No one but you."


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