I haven't been this achy in ages and damn, does it feel good. Muscles
I'd forgotten I knew how to use are now throbbing deliciously, and it's
going to be a couple of days before I can hit the gym again. Thank you,
God, for inventing the nooner.

I'm still a bit surprised by the whole thing - everyone around the office
assumes that Fox Mulder is either a monk or screwing his partner. I'd
always bought into the latter theory, myself, considering the way the two
of them look at each other, and how he's always touching her in a way
that would have other women screaming sexual harassment. I have to admit,
it made me a little jealous - field agents like Dana Scully always seem to
get to hang out with the hottest guys, while we assistants are stuck making
coffee for the older, less attractive ones. I'd trade Kersh in for Mulder any day.
Almost makes me want to enter the Academy myself, until I remember I don't
really give a damn. It's not like they get paid much more than I do.

So anyway, when Mulder came onto me after his ritual chewing out from
Kersh yesterday, I didn't think much of it. A guy that gorgeous tends to see
flirting as an entitlement from heaven above, and I figured Mulder had finally
caught on to it himself. I didn't see the need to argue with that logic - he may
be a weirdo, but he's a good-looking weirdo. And when you work for the
government it's a lot easier to go along with the innuendo than make a big
deal out of it.

When he invited me over to his place at lunch time, well, I did hesitate for a
few minutes. It's not the most professional behavior in the world, after all,
and I do have some standards. But then I tried to remember the last time I'd
gotten laid and realized it was taking me way too long to pin down a date.
And it wasn't like I had any other plans for my lunch hour.

So we went back to his place and did the deed. He was...okay. Nothing special,
quite frankly. But when a guy's that...well, buff, sometimes you just have to go
along for the ride. I got off, and that's all I was looking for from the encounter.
I've had worse.

But the crowning part of it all, what really made it worth my while, was running
into Agent Scully in his hallway afterward. My encounter with Mulder made it
clear that he and his so-thin-I-don't-have-to-work-out partner weren't getting it
on, but I still knew that she wanted him. She's breathing, after all, and like I
said, I've noticed the way she looks at him. Even if I hadn't, the entire Bureau
knows that Dana Scully threw away a once promising career in order to be
Mulder's spooky errand girl.

The expression on her face when she saw me stumble out of his apartment with my blouse still partly undone and my makeup a mess - it was like getting a whole bunch of Christmas bonuses put together. For once, I was the one getting the action, instead of the oh-so-superior Special Agents. I have to admit I played the whole thing up a bit, just to rub her perfectly shaped nose in it. Take that, Agent Scully.

I don't know if it's going to happen again - considering his performance, I'm not
exactly desperate for a repeat. Then again, it beats going down to the cafeteria and eating an egg salad sandwich for lunch with the other assistants. In the meantime, Kersh is hollering for a file he's misplaced, and I have more important things on my mind. I just hope next time I'll be able to get in a shower before coming back to the office.

End.