toobad2bstr8: You're here.
toobad2bstr8: I was afraid you wouldn't be.
NasteeFoxx: Yeah, I am.
NasteeFoxx: I was afraid I wouldn't be, too.
toobad2bstr8: Having regrets?
NasteeFoxx: No.
NasteeFoxx: You?
toobad2bstr8: No.
toobad2bstr8: I guess I'm just not sure what happens now.
NasteeFoxx: I'm not either. I don't know what to do with all of this.
NasteeFoxx: I don't...want you to leave, though.
toobad2bstr8: I won't leave, Mulder.
toobad2bstr8: It feels...incredible...to have you here.
NasteeFoxx: Just that. A promise not to leave. You don't know.
NasteeFoxx: Because I believe you.
toobad2bstr8: That means everything. Means enough that I won't even make a crack about you believing everybody, Mulder. ;-)
NasteeFoxx: Heh. I don't, though. I believe *in* everything, but not in much of anyone, Alex.
toobad2bstr8: Shit, what you do to me just in saying my name...
toobad2bstr8: Where are you? At home?
NasteeFoxx: Yeah, why?
toobad2bstr8: I just wanna picture you.
NasteeFoxx: Nothing exciting. I'm just at my desk.
NasteeFoxx: Naked.
NasteeFoxx: ;-)
toobad2bstr8: LOL!
NasteeFoxx: So, um, I'm kinda afraid to ask, but where are you?
toobad2bstr8: Tunisia.
NasteeFoxx: Say again??
toobad2bstr8: I'm sorry. I wish I weren't. It's a job, Mulder. But...it's not.... It's just recon. I promise.
NasteeFoxx: Well, that's a far cry from being down the block. I guess I don't have to get my knickers in a wad worrying about you coming over, then.
toobad2bstr8: You've got no knickers to speak of, remember?
NasteeFoxx: Oh yeah, I keep forgetting.
NasteeFoxx: You'd think the cold wood sliding around under my ass would remind me.
toobad2bstr8: So uh, how's it hanging?
NasteeFoxx: It's uh, not.
toobad2bstr8: Sorry. I'm nervous. I'm not sure how to be with you.
NasteeFoxx: I'm not here to cyber with you, Alex. Well, not *just* that.
toobad2bstr8: I know. Well, okay I didn't know. I thought...maybe that's what you'd want from me.
NasteeFoxx: Yeah, I did, too.
toobad2bstr8: But we need to talk, really talk, about this. Right?
NasteeFoxx: I think so.
toobad2bstr8: I was afraid of that.
NasteeFoxx: Scully did come over last night.
NasteeFoxx: And thanks for the warning. ;-)
toobad2bstr8: No problem. So...did you talk?
NasteeFoxx: No.
NasteeFoxx: I have no idea...I mean...I don't even know...
NasteeFoxx: No, we didn't talk.
toobad2bstr8: What happened? Did you...fuck her?
NasteeFoxx: Why are you asking that?
toobad2bstr8: I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked. It's none of my business.
NasteeFoxx: Answer my question.
toobad2bstr8: I want to know if you could. After what happened. After us. I guess I hoped you wouldn't. But I'm not sure if I really want to know or even should.
NasteeFoxx: It doesn't matter, Alex.
toobad2bstr8: And I'm fucking jealous, dammit.
NasteeFoxx: That matters.
NasteeFoxx: But if I'm with her after being with you, it doesn't change anything.
toobad2bstr8: She gets you. I don't. I know there are million fucking reasons for that. I know who I am and who I've been to you is the biggest reason of all. Bigger than the thousands of miles between us right now.
NasteeFoxx: If it did, then it would matter if I was with you. I'd be with you because she wasn't enough. And I'm not. She's more than enough. She's more than I deserve. It's NOT about that.
toobad2bstr8: Anybody with eyes can see what she means to you, Mulder. I don't know what I was thinking last night...in coming on to you. I can't be even close to what she is in your life, can I? I'm such a goddamned idiot to think otherwise.
NasteeFoxx: You can't *be* what she in in my life, Alex, no. But I don't need you to be.
NasteeFoxx: You're not her. I don't need another her.
NasteeFoxx: You're you.
toobad2bstr8: You need an ass to fuck then? A hard, male body?
NasteeFoxx: Goddamn it, *NO!* That is NOT what I mean, you asshole!
NasteeFoxx: You think I'd even *think* about endangering what I have with Scully for a fucking piece of ASS?
NasteeFoxx: That pisses me off, Alex. If you think that's what this is, you fucking don't know me.
toobad2bstr8: You said yourself that you didn't understand it, didn't know what this was.
NasteeFoxx: So?
NasteeFoxx: I know what it isn't.
NasteeFoxx: And we'd better get that crystal-fucking-clear right now.
toobad2bstr8: Then tell me, Mulder, because I need to hear it from you. I may not deserve to, but...I want it.
NasteeFoxx: Tell you what?
NasteeFoxx: Do you want me to tell you what it isn't?
NasteeFoxx: I can't tell you what it is. I said that already.
toobad2bstr8: Forget I asked. It was an unfair question. I guess I just want to know what to expect. I mean, fuck. Are you going to shove a gun in my stomach next time we meet? You'd be stupid not to, I guess.
NasteeFoxx: It isn't cybersex. It isn't flirting. It isn't bisexual, sex-crazed Mulder needing to get a little on the side. It isn't the remedy to a problem I have with Scully. It isn't curiosity. It isn't a whim. It isn't a passing fling. It isn't a crush.
NasteeFoxx: *Would* I be stupid not to, Alex?
NasteeFoxx: Are you trying to say I would?
toobad2bstr8: No, Jesus...
NasteeFoxx: Because I don't think I'm stupid.
NasteeFoxx: I did, though. I thought I was stupid for ever letting myself believe in you, before. When you say I'd be stupid not to put a gun in your gut, you're confirming that, Alex.
NasteeFoxx: WOULD I BE STUPID NOT TO?
toobad2bstr8: No, Mulder. You wouldn't.
NasteeFoxx: Then I won't.
toobad2bstr8: I just meant... I just wanted to give that to you. If you still needed it. I wanted you to know that I won't take it personally. I'd understand.
NasteeFoxx: That fucking hurts, Alex.
toobad2bstr8: Jesus, I just want to give you what you want! What do you want?!
NasteeFoxx: I don't know.
NasteeFoxx: But I do know I want you to understand something.
NasteeFoxx: So listen up.
toobad2bstr8: I'm listening.
NasteeFoxx: I love Scully more than life. More than I thought I'd *ever* be able to love anyone. More than I ever wanted to love anyone. I don't need more than her. Jesus Christ. How could I? She's more than everything. She's my world and the only person I've ever really trusted who hasn't let me down.
NasteeFoxx: Listen, because I'm not finished.
NasteeFoxx: Despite all of that, Alex, DESPITE all of that, here I am, talking with you, even though just *talking* with you has the potential to destroy everything between us.
NasteeFoxx: What does that fucking SAY? Do you get it yet?
toobad2bstr8: I get that I fucking hate Tunisia. That I want nothing else than to see you right now. That I've been so worried about fucking with your world that I had no idea how much more you could fuck with mine. I'm sorry I didn't trust what you were saying to me. It's hard...knowing our history, to believe that you're even here. That this isn't all a figment of my imagination.
NasteeFoxx: Until you get that, Alex, you don't *get* me. You don't *get* what we have. You need to try very hard to *get* that.
NasteeFoxx: So, I ask you again. Do you get it?
NasteeFoxx: Do you need time? To figure it out? Because we don't move forward until you do.
toobad2bstr8: Yeah, I get it, Mulder. And I want to kiss you so bad I can taste you on my lips.
NasteeFoxx: Me too.
NasteeFoxx: You'd better fucking be crying along with me, you asshole.
NasteeFoxx: I'm not doing it alone.
toobad2bstr8: I am. You don't have to cry alone. I just wish...fuck, I just wish I could... Goddamn it.
NasteeFoxx: I know, but I think there's a reason you can't.
NasteeFoxx: You know me. There's a reason for everything.
toobad2bstr8: I thought that was Scully. ;-)
NasteeFoxx: We have to get to a place where we know more.
NasteeFoxx: I mean nothing happens without a reason.
NasteeFoxx: We can't always see it, but the universe isn't capricious.
NasteeFoxx: Scully...Scully likes to remain unaware of that sometimes. I understand that. Sometimes I'd rather believe things happened by chance. But I don't believe that, Alex.
toobad2bstr8: How do we get to that place, where we know more, when I can't even see your face, when we can't touch, can't anything!
NasteeFoxx: We can talk.
NasteeFoxx: This. This is what we can do. Is this *nothing*?
toobad2bstr8: No. Right now, it's everything. It's the only thing in my life that makes sense, that has meaning. Mulder, I'm living each breath for this.
NasteeFoxx: In a way, in fact in a big major fucking way, this is how it *has* to be, Alex. Otherwise, if we were able to touch each other, we'd never get this out of the bedroom.
toobad2bstr8: You're right. ;-) I know that.
NasteeFoxx: You'd never believe it was more. I probably wouldn't either. Because you turn me SO fucking ON that everything else is burned away when I'm near you.
NasteeFoxx: It's easy to fuck. It's not easy to...do what we're doing.
toobad2bstr8: Still...just for a little while...could we...do that again? I'm so lonely here, Mulder.
NasteeFoxx: Are you okay? I mean, I don't want to...use this to get information out of you or anything. I just want to know...are you all right?
toobad2bstr8: I'm okay. If I play my cards right, it won't be dangerous. It's an in and out job. Nothing I can't handle. Thanks. For worrying. You don't know.
NasteeFoxx: Out when?
NasteeFoxx: I'm sorry. I want you, too, Alex. So much it scares me. But I need to ask these things first.
toobad2bstr8: Three days. I should have it. But I'll be out of touch after tonight until then.
NasteeFoxx: I don't want us to use sex to run away from the truth.
NasteeFoxx: Damn, I try not to use that word.
toobad2bstr8: Which? Sex or truth?
NasteeFoxx: Heh. NasteeFoxx: But you're
wrong this time, babe.
toobad2bstr8: I understand
your fear. I can't help that I want to touch you.
NasteeFoxx: I can't help
that I want to touch* you*. Never could.
NasteeFoxx: I find it
hard to believe that you could really feel the way I do when I'm
around you. After what *I've* done to you!
NasteeFoxx: I'm scared,
Alex. Really scared to make this sexual right now. I don't want
to lose this. How long can you be on here?
toobad2bstr8: Not long. In
fact, I should go soon. They're...expecting me. I understand.
About not making it about sex. Doesn't mean I have to be happy
about it. Mulder, I don't want to leave you now. Not when we
might be getting somewhere.
NasteeFoxx: Touch me,
Alex.
toobad2bstr8: Oh God, thank
you...
toobad2bstr8: It's gonna
have to be fast. I'm sorry about that. But Mulder, I'm ready.
Too ready. How do things look from over there? God, I'm
sweating. You don't know how bad I want this. I didn't think
you were going to let me...
NasteeFoxx: We're in the
apartment. You've got me pressed against the wall, like you said
before. Remember what you're whispering to me?
NasteeFoxx: I need to
hear that. I WANT to hear that.
NasteeFoxx: You caught me
by surprise.
toobad2bstr8: I want you to
fuck me. That's what I'm saying...what I'm whispering to you.
Because nothing has ever been truer.
NasteeFoxx: I came home
tired and angry and lonely. And you were there.
NasteeFoxx: And I knew it
was you before I saw you. Before you touched me. I *felt* you.
And I was instantly hard.
toobad2bstr8: You turn us
around, so it's me against the wall, facing it...
toobad2bstr8: You press in
on me. I feel your cock, stiff up against my ass...
NasteeFoxx: You think I'm
going to hurt you. Or at least, you're unsure and afraid I
might.
NasteeFoxx: So I lean in,
grinding against you, and lick your earlobe.
NasteeFoxx: I whisper
breathlessly. "Wanna fuck you so bad, Alex. So bad."
toobad2bstr8: Shit, Mulder.
Hold on... I have to touch my cock...
NasteeFoxx: God yes.
NasteeFoxx: Do you want
me to touch myself, Alex?
toobad2bstr8: Please...
toobad2bstr8: You pin me
against the wall with your body so you can use your hands to
unbutton and unzip my fly. You pull my pants down roughly past
my knees. You push your pelvis into me and my cock presses hard
into the wall. I groan. I am groaning. God, say something now
so I can touch myself some more!
NasteeFoxx: No problem.
Just the thought of you stroking yourself, thinking of me. God,
I'm fucking aching, Alex. I'm so *close* just from thinking
about fucking you.
NasteeFoxx: I'm hard and
so ready but I don't want to hurt you. But I want it so bad I
can't stop being crushed against you. Feeling your skin. I rip
my pants open and shove them down roughly and finally, FINALLY my
cock touches you for the very first time.
toobad2bstr8: I want your
cock buried in me and your hand jacking me off against that wall.
I'm gonna come so hard for you, Mulder. fuckfuckfuck....
NasteeFoxx: I cry out
with the awesome heat of it, and I know I can't wait. I have to
fuck you. NOW. I reach around and grab your cock roughly,
squeezing hard, gathering the precum in my palm.
toobad2bstr8: shit
ohshitmulder
NasteeFoxx: I slick
myself up, squeezing myself hard, gathering my own drooling
precum to slick up your hole.
NasteeFoxx: I can't take
the time for fingers. I'm already shaking so badly, feeling your
ass against me, and I'm gonna come without being in you.
toobad2bstr8: God, fuck me.
Fuck me hard. I don't care if it hurts. Fuck my hole.
Godyeahnow.
NasteeFoxx: I lean in, my
cock pressing hard against your tight hole, and whisper in your
ear again, "Gonna fuck you now, Alex."
NasteeFoxx: Then I
*shove* in hard, with a sob, ramming you against the wall.
toobad2bstr8: God!!!!!
NasteeFoxx: I'm an
animal, growling and snarling and I grab your hip with one hand
and your cock with the other and just RAM myself into you, tears
streaming down my face, throat torn with cries of need.
toobad2bstr8:
gonnacomemulder. gonnacome. comingiloveyou...
NasteeFoxx: Come for me
Alex.
NasteeFoxx: I shove in
hard just a few times before I'm screaming, shooting deep into
your body, feeling you cover my hand with your own cum.
ohgodalexcominggg
toobad2bstr8: Oh that's
good, Mulder. So good. I wanna see you come. I wanna feel
it up inside me...
NasteeFoxx: I'm shaking
against you, feeling myself throbbing deep inside you. I bring
my hand around and lift it to my lips. I wanna lick your hand
clean, Alex. Give it to me.
NasteeFoxx: Close your
eyes. It's my lips. My tongue. Licking you clean. Do it.
toobad2bstr8: Okay. I
am...
NasteeFoxx: Do a really
thorough job.
NasteeFoxx: I'll wait.
NasteeFoxx: I have to
clean myself up, too.
toobad2bstr8: Mulder, it
hurts that I can't... I want to. I want you so bad. You can
make me come like this and it's fucking unreal. But I need you.
Up against me. For real. I know we can't right now. But fuck,
I want it to be soon.
NasteeFoxx: I'll think
about that, Alex. Because getting you this way only makes me
want you more.
NasteeFoxx: Now kiss me
so I can share your taste with you.
toobad2bstr8: I'm kissing
you, Mulder. Soft. Brushing your lips with mine before I open
them. I feel your tongue push inside my mouth and I whimper.
It's so good. Never wanna stop. No stopping....
NasteeFoxx: Once I taste
you, I can't get enough. You take my breath away from me.
Literally. And I don't care, because I only want to breathe YOU.
toobad2bstr8: Fuck, Mulder,
they're here!!!!
NasteeFoxx: god Alex be
careful
NasteeFoxx: love you
Take me to Part Three!