From: Todd China Date: Sun, 28 Nov 1999 17:50:56 -0800 Subject: NEW: Fanfic Love Affair (1/1) FANFIC LOVE AFFAIR Summary: A story about a fanfic author and her love affair with Alex Krycek. Alone in her apartment, Nora sighed as she turned off her television. It was another quiet, lonely night. Another X Files episode had come to an end. This meant her life was that much closer to losing all purpose in this mean, hollow, empty world. Nora popped the tape out of her VCR and set it near a pile of stuff that included dozens of other recordings she had made off the air of The X Files. In this episode, Mulder and Scully had finally kissed. The sight of two of the most beautiful people in the world kissing had sent a tremor of rapture through her entire being. Nora knew she would replay the tape a million times in slow motion until her tape wore out. Soon, fanfic writers everywhere would write gushing stories to commemorate the landmark event, and she absolutely could not wait to read them all. She wished she had a relationship as beautiful as that, a relationship of trust and deep abiding love. Perhaps such things were not meant to be, she reflected sadly as she turned on her computer and began working on her latest fan fiction story. It was a Krycek/Scully story. In it, Krycek confesses his love to dearest Dana for saving his life by shooting her partner in the shoulder. He had dreamed of being with her, and the promise of her love had sustained him when he had been trapped in that horrible missile silo in North Dakota and when he had lost his arm. They had made love in his cushy apartment by night while Scully had investigated some bullshit X File with Mulder by day. Then, of course, Krycek convinced darling Dana that the only way for them to be together was if they both left the country and spent the rest of their days in a beautiful old fashioned town in the south of France called Annecy. Here in Annecy, Krycek and Scully spent the rest of their days swimming in Lac D' Annecy, a wonderful freshwater lake. At night they would laugh at the American movies that had been hilariously dubbed in French. Then they would find cheap motels and have unbridled sex all night long. Mulder, on the other hand, spent the rest of his life pining for Scully from the depths of his lonely office- A knock at the door. Now who could that be? Nora, dressed in her white nightgown, pulled a sweater over her head and answered the door. It was Alex Krycek himself. "Good evening, Nora," Krycek whispered softly. Nora stepped back as Krycek entered her living room, closing the door behind him. "Why do you have me falling in love with that uptight bitch Dana Scully?" Krycek said, drawing closer. "What do you mean?" Nora said, confused. "I mean your story. You have a story about me falling in love with Scully and spending the rest of my life with her in France. Fuck that! Nora, that's unacceptable." "Why, what's wrong?" "You still don't get it, Nora. I don't want Scully. I want you." "Me? Why me? What's so special about me?" Krycek moved in closer. He had Nora cornered. He put his hand on the wall next to her head as he leaned in closer. "Did anyone ever tell you that you're beautiful?" "N-no!" Krycek moved his hand down and began tugging at the edge of Nora's sweater. Nora closed her eyes and froze as Krycek slowly pulled the sweater off of her body. Krycek put his hand on her right breast and squeezed it gently. He rubbed his hand over the smooth contour, and Nora felt it all through her nightgown. "I like your breasts. I want your breasts," Krycek murmured. Nora was about to unbutton her nightgown when Krycek put his hand over hers. "Don't; let me. I want to show you all that a one armed man can do." With several dexterous motions, Krycek undid each button one by one. The nightgown began to slip from Nora's shoulders as Krycek moved it down with his hand. "Oh man, you don't know how long I've wanted to do this. Ever since you started writing about me, I have felt the most tremendous hard on for you. Your wild sexual imagination turns me on, and I fantasize that you must be every bit a queen of sexuality in real life as your hot, erotic stories imply. I've had wet dreams every night, dreaming of you naked and waiting." Krycek slowly bent down and proceeded to suck both of her gloriously aroused nipples like a starving, milk-craving baby. By now, Nora's nightgown had completely fallen to the floor, and she was completely unclothed. Meanwhile, Krycek was still fully dressed. Krycek kissed Nora tenderly on the mouth, and their tongues met. He led her to the bed and gently eased her down. Then Krycek unzipped his fly and climbed on top of her. Their cries of piercing, blinding ecstasy echoed throughout the night. With mounting urgency, Krycek entered her again and again, pumping into her like a hydraulic piston in overdrive. It seemed he had an unending supply of semen to shoot into her, and she had an unlimited ability to reach orgasm, attaining ever-increasing heights of erotic bliss that threatened to explode all boundaries of space and time. Their joined hips bumped and thrashed on Nora's steamy bed of stormy sensuality with sensational speed. If anyone had been filming their lovemaking, it would have made millions on the porno market. "I love you," Nora said tenderly. "Nora," Krycek said, "I love your perfect breasts. I love your slender body. I love the sound you make when I drive into you like a power drill. It's like the sound of a million starving crazed weasels. But most of all, I love you." When morning came, he was gone. Nora blinked and smiled at the remembrance of her incredible night. That day, she walked into her office to work. A young co-worker walked up to her. "How are you, Nora?" "Hm, fine, Travis." "Listen, Nora," Travis said. "I was hoping we could get together and meet sometime. Would you mind telling me your phone number?" But Nora wasn't listening. She was a million miles away. At 5:00 PM, she would get off work and fix herself dinner. And when she was ready for bed, she knew who would be waiting for her. "I've cared about you for so long," Nora breathed. Nora's fingers typed what she had just said onto the computer screen. Mulder smiled as he tenderly cupped Dana Scully's loving face with his gentle hands. Scully had tears in her eyes. All her life, she had never experienced the wondrous, uplifting experience that was true love. Now her dream was finally coming true, and she felt so incredibly happy. As Mulder slowly leaned in to kiss her with a soft passion that she had dreamed of every night for seven years, Scully wrapped her arms around her one and only love. "And then..." Nora said, looking aside in thought, pausing at the keyboard. "And then she tells him that she's loved him all her life." "I've loved you all my life," Scully said. "I loved you before I had even met you. I always knew the man I was meant to love would be gentle, thoughtful, and caring, as you are. You bring so much happiness into my life. We were meant to find one another and love each other for the rest of our lives. Do you believe me, Mulder?" "I believe you with all my heart and soul, Scully." Nora smiled in satisfaction at her budding masterpiece. The clock read 12:18 AM. "Are you ready for tender loving?" Krycek's voice whispered over her shoulder. "I've been waiting for you," Nora said, catching her breath as Krycek slipped his hand around her waist and left a trail of fire on her body with his slithering fingers. "You've been sitting here naked, waiting for me," Krycek observed with animal excitement. Nora gasped as she felt Krycek's lips caressing the back of her neck. Nora's story and her computer were entirely forgotten as she turned around in her chair to face Krycek. She wrapped her arms around him and they went tumbling to the carpet. She could hardly contain the smoldering fire of her naked lust as her fingers fumbled with Krycek's belt and pants zipper. "Give it to me baby," Krycek said as Nora straddled him on the floor. Nora rode Alex Krycek as if he were a wild horse on steroids. Today was Nora's 25th birthday, and she sighed as she walked into the office for another long day of work. As she sat down in her little cubicle, she heard footsteps behind her. It was Travis, standing shyly with his hands behind his back. "Hi Travis," Nora said. "Anything I can do for you?" "I got you a little something," Travis said, pulling from behind his back a bouquet of a dozen red roses. Nora's jaw dropped when she saw the flowers. "Happy birthday, Nora." "This is the sweetest thing," Nora said, with tears in her eyes. "I'm really touched. Thank you." "Who gave you those flowers?" Krycek said as Nora walked into her apartment at the end of the day. "A guy at the office, Travis, gave it to me... for my birthday." "Who is this guy Travis?" "He's... he's a friend." "Is he in love with you?" "I think he might be. I've seen the way he blushes when I'm near him. I know how much he wishes he could hold me in his arms. I see it in his eyes. Yes, I think he loves me." "Are you in love with him?" "I-I don't know-" "Quit bullshitting me, Nora," Krycek growled, snatching her flowers and hurling them against the wall. Krycek grabbed Nora and shoved her onto the sofa. "Can anyone satisfy you like I can?" Krycek demanded as his hand thrust inside Nora's waistband and stroked her through her panties. Nora, unable to help herself, began moaning in pleasure. "Can any man be as sensitive to your sexual needs and desires as I am?" Krycek kissed the hollow of Nora's throat. "Oh!" Nora screamed. "I want you, Krycek. I need you. I can't live without you. Oh! Uh!!" "Fuckin' A, Nora, you're my girl. I've got a little present for you." "I'm dying to find out what it is," Nora said with heightened sexual anticipation. "I want to hear you squeal like an elephant in heat." "OoooooOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!" It was 5:00 PM, and that meant another day at work was over. As Nora began to pack up her things, she smiled with the anticipation of another sexy night at the apartment. A familiar voice interrupted her reverie on the way to the elevator. "Nora?" It was Travis. "Would you mind having a cup of coffee with me?" Nora glanced at her watch. This had better be fast. "Well, sure, Travis," she said. They sat across from each other at the table in Starbrucks. "Anything in particular you want to talk about?" Nora asked as she sipped on her cafe mocha. "I just want to get to know you better, that's all," Travis said. "Why? Why do you want to know anything about me? There's nothing special about me. I'm just an ordinary girl-" "You're not ordinary," Travis said, touching her hand. "I just have this very strong feeling that you're a wonderful person. You're kind and thoughtful, and you're genuine. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever met." Nora stared back in shock, speechless. She was blushing hard. "And," Travis said, "I've read some of your stories on the internet." "You've read my stories?" Nora said incredulously, feeling a little embarrassed that someone was on to her little fanfic habit. "You write some of the most touching and romantic things about love, and so you see, although it seems to you that I don't know you that well, in a way, I do know you-from your writing. Because anyone who could write what you write must be the most beautiful person inside. That's why I want to spend more time with you. It would make me happy if you and I could become better friends." "Well, you're wrong," Nora said. "You're so wrong about me. You don't know the first thing about me, Travis. You're nothing but an ignorant kid. We've known each other for almost a year now, but the truth is that I'm not half the woman you think I am, and I don't care about you as a person one fucking bit. I don't give a flying fuck, do you hear me?" Nora stood up and ran from the table and Starbrucks and Travis as fast as she could. Sitting at her computer, Nora typed the last few lines of Mulder's love confession speech. "You're kind and thoughtful, and you're genuine," Mulder said. "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever met." At that moment, holding Scully tightly in his arms, Mulder knew that nothing on earth could ever destroy their bond of love. He held her tight and never let go. Nora frowned, thinking about what she had just written. She pulled the floppy disk out of her computer. Holding it in front of her face, she contemplated the 3.5 inch object that held the outpourings and romantic yearnings of her young heart. She thought for a moment of the expression of hurt that she had seen on Travis's face, just before she had run from him. "All this-this is all bullshit," Nora said angrily as she tossed the disk onto the floor. Nora stiffened and went cold for a moment as she sensed Krycek standing behind her, watching her with his hungry eyes. She could feel the electricity in the air as they both imagined the way he would devour her body with his mouth, explore her most private, forbidden, and tantalizing parts, and send her into orbit with each powerful thrust. The temptation was great. Every inch of her body ached for him. It called out to him like a siren. "Go-just leave," Nora said, her voice shaking. "Leave me alone." And just like that, he was gone. The disk had landed near the remnants of her dozen red roses. Nora reached down and gently peeled off a single bright, soft rose petal. Examining the petal, Nora could see Travis in her mind's eye and hear his voice. "Some of your stories are really beautiful," he is saying. "I read your words and I come away with the conviction that deep inside, you cherish love as the most precious, magical thing in life, and you dream of a day when you yourself can express this feeling to the one you love. You go through your everyday life without thinking too much of it because it is locked away deep in a silver chest in your soul, waiting for the one who will set it free. And it seems to me, when I read your story in the solitude of my room, that if I could just close my eyes and reach out with my hand, just a little, I could touch the face of an angel." Nora, touching her cheek with the petal, allowed herself a bittersweet smile. She tenderly clutched the rose petal in her hand as she felt her eyes close and the dark cloak of sleep stealthily envelop her troubled soul. Je, vous aimais china@usc.edu