Hopeless Prisoner of Loneliness

Title: X-Files Scully's Wish

Posted: Saturday April12th, 2014 Author: GlassesG33k
Fandom:X-Files Pairing: Scully/Mulder

Rating: PG
Word Count:921
Cross-posted: http://archiveofourown.org/users/GlassesG33k/workshttp://glassesg33k.dreamwidth.org/http://glassesg33k.livejournal.com/

Disclaimer: None needed (Seriously all these old people, their too far behind, do you really think they'd be posting Fan Fiction on their own stuff? And would they really be posting it on a site like this? Huh? Out in the open? …

Okay I gotta quit doing these darn disclaimers their pissing me off, royally. >X-P! )

A/N:

Just like I promised an A-Sexual written Sex Scene/PWP … or my first attempt ever at one.

…

Lets just say it didn't work out. =-/!

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This isn't anything that I wanted and didn't get to what I wanted it to get to, the SEX damnit!

But it came out as is, like this and it's perfect, so I'm posting it as is.

Read and be happy.

Maybe not satisfied, but at least mesmerized. ;-D! *two thumbs up!* :-D!

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Have you ever wanted to kiss the insanity outta someone? Well I have.

I don't know what it was maybe it was the relentless constant companionship, the fact that no matter what I could not be rid of Mulder. Maybe it was because I gave in far to early and like he wanted gave up any and all attempts at having a personal or life at all outside of our cases. Whatever it was the more I hung out with the darn agent the more I had an overwhelming need to protect him, to care for him; to take him and claim him as mine and mine alone.

I don't know when the jealousy started, that seemed to start sometime after his did. I know he was jealous of the one date I had in those early years. I had managed to snag a date with a wonderful man who was a friend of my sister's friend. … Or something like that, I can't even recall his name now.

I do recall being a bit disgusted with the fact that there was a past woman in his life, and enraged even betrayed for him by the fact that she'd hurt him-messed him up so badly when it came to dating. Maybe this was why he kept pushing me and anyone else away whenever anyone got close.

I donno.

All I know is that I can clearly recall the day I looked over at him and needed to take him right then and there.

Mark him.

Make him scream and whimper, plead and beg.

Make him say he was mine and mine alone and that he was dedicated to me and would not stray, not look at another.

The day that happened we were riding along in the back seat of our fellow employees car going to one of those mandatory retreats. It was meant to built team cooperation and hep everyone think as one, move and work as a smoothly functioning unit instead of fighting and slowing things down. He'd leaned over, hands tightly clasped between his legs, as though tied up, and said, “shoot me now,” giving his boyish smirk to let me know he was joking.

I gasped my world freezing in that instant.

In my eyes I saw him leaning towards me begging me, at my mercy; I couldn't help it, it's who I am and I have fought a good and long hard fight.

That night instead of getting to do what I wanted to, taking him to a hotel and tying him down; making him beg and writhe with in an inch of his life.

Making him come so many times he was sore and nearly broken the next day, barely able to walk; instead we ended up out in the woods, his enthusiasm to chase after literal ghosts (of his dead sister, if you were to put it into Psychological terms) once again ruined it.

My libido got another swift kick and I was glad that we never got to that retreat, that conference … because if we had I wouldn't be responsible for what I would have done with him.

To him.

With us that night.

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God it would have been great though.

“Scully what ware you writing!?” Mulder called from across the office.

“Oh!” Scully shut her laptop, “nothing.”

Mulder waked up to the desk and laid out the old blue prints, “I think if we...” he started to ramble on about another case, another lead, “if we search this area then we should get it.” he smiled down at Scully.

She paused and looked up at him, “um, hmm.”

“You're kinda distracted, what is it?” He gave a knowing smirk, as though he could tell what was going through her mind.

Like their usual game she ignored it, “nothing.”

“Everything's okay?” he pulled the paper up and started rolling I back up.

“Yeah, just fine.”
“So you're coming along right?”
Scully paused and looked up at him, chin resting on her fists, “yeah. …. yeah.” She nodded, Anywhere Mulder, anywhere with you.

END