a secret silence

danakatherine's writing // fanfiction

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Wait, does this mean that hooked is done??!??!! It's the one fic that I check constantly to see if it's been updated! Please say that there will be more to come (or that you're working on another fic if the answer to the first question is no).

God no! Don't you worry, it's not finished for a while yet X

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Is hooked abandoned? :(

Nope! It's taking me a bit longer to write because my head's not in the right place and I'm SUPER busy at the moment, but I'll get there. Sorry!

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I love 'Hooked'. Congrats and please continue the story, it's so fucking hot. Thank you for your writing!!

Thank you! Don't worry, I won't be giving up on Hooked anytime soon. ❤️

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like a river flows

just some gillovny fluff :-)

rated M

“are you sleeping?”

this is purely a work of fiction, i don’t wanna offend any of you

hope y’all enjoy (read on ao3 here)

thank you to @synchronict for the absolutely beautiful art work!

"Are you sleeping?" He was just fluttering on the edges of consciousness when he heard her soft whispers.

"Not any more." She chuckled lightly and he smiled, blinking away the sleepiness that grasped him so tightly. "What's up?" He lay still and watched as her body stretched over his, her head coming to rest in the middle of his bare chest. Her blonde hair fell in front of her eyes and he lifted a heavy finger to brush it behind her ear.

"I'm not sleepy." He huffed out a laugh and closed his eyes, letting his head droop lower into his pillow.

"That makes one of us." She kissed his sternum as an apology and rested her cheek against his skin, breathing his scent in deeply. Her hands lay gently on his shoulders, her fingers drifting slowly up his neck.

"You smell good." She kissed his chest again and looked up at his face, jaw slack with exhaustion. She studied him for a while, her body moving up and down with the force of his deep breathing. "Did you mean it?" He grunted a little and his eyes scrunched up, his hand moving to hold her arm.

"Mean what?"

"Earlier, with that guy... when you said I was your best friend." She was referring to their lunch earlier, when one of David's costars had cornered them on the set of Californication. He'd laughed and joked about how he thought they were banging in the nineties, and David had fit his arm around Gillian's shoulders and said that they weren't even friends in the nineties. But she was his best friend now.

His eyes opened and he studied her, the last remnants of his much needed sleep disappearing from his clouded eyes. He sat up a little and she clung tighter to his shoulders as he brought his pillow up to support his new position. He ran a hand through his mussed hair and his palm passed over his face.

"Of course I did." She smiled at him, a genuine one that he had learned to treasure, and he smiled back.

"So... what does that make us? Best friends who have occasional sex? Best friends with benefits?" He laughed and her grin widened, baring her teeth. His fingers moved to grasp her chin and they lightly caressed the flushed skin of her cheek.

"I'd say it's more than occasional." She dropped her head back to his chest to hide her unexpected embarrassment and his hand ran from her cheek to the back of her neck and he massaged the muscles he found there. "I'd have to say... you're my best friend...", he paused slightly and pinched her side, "...who I have occasional to frequent sex with." She threw her head back and laughed but she knew him well enough to know that his noted silence meant he wanted to continue, so her chuckles died down to quiet wisps of air leaving her parted lips. "Who I am totally and irrevocably in love with."

Her eyes snapped from his lips to his eyes and she held his gaze for what seemed like hours. They had been 'together' for nearly just a year. The closeness that they had agreed to share wasn't technically exclusive, she hadn't been with anyone except him, but she knew she'd be disappointed if she found out he had, although she'd never tell him so. A few quick "I love you's" had been exchanged every now and then, normally when their guards were down in the throes of passion or during the normal domesticity of their shared mornings, and each one was met with a pregnant pause and sideways glances. She knew deep down that she was in love with this man, her best friend, her sometimes always lover. She found herself at a loss for words at his confession but couldn't drag her eyes away from his. Her own began to water and his thumb moved to brush it away before it led a wet trail down her cheek.

Her fingers weaved their way into his cropped messy hair as she cupped his face as she found the only words she knew.

"And you are mine." She smiled and he joined their lips together, drinking in the taste of her that he could never forget nor get enough of. One of his hands clasped her head as their tongues danced together, the other resting on her back, drawing circles on her fevered skin. She pulled back from his kiss, still smiling, and let her forehead touch his. "You know...", she whispered, "I think there's a shorter way of saying 'best friend who you occasionally to frequent have sex with whom you're totally and irrevocably in love with'."

"Let's leave that conversation for another day, hm? When it's not three in the morning?" She nodded her head against his and captured his lips for another closed mouth kiss.

"I love you. I'm so in love with you. Sometimes I feel like I'm going to burst because I love you so damn much... It's always been you David." It was a whispered prayer, the words ready to be forever tattooed on his heart, the implications already binding themselves to his soul. She felt him stir against her leg at her words and she was surprised to look into his eyes and see a small stream of salty tears dripping onto his pouty bottom lip. She licked them away as she sought out his mouth for a warm solace. She shifted her body a top his so she was straddling him lightly and he moaned into their kiss as his length rubbed against her folds. She drew back from his lips, her hips undulating against him.

"Still sleepy?" Her fingers drew little circles in his sparse chest hair and a playful smile graced her lips. His hands moved from her neck, trailing down her sides, and grasped her waist, speeding up her movements.

"What have you got in mind?"

"Well I wasn't thinking of leaving the bed." His fingers dug into the firm flesh of her ass and she let out a small whimper.

"Sounds like a plan," he mumbled against the straight of her clavicle as he planted wet kisses along it and up her neck.

Her body moved off from his despite the desperate grab of his hands and she lay next to him, her leg still dragged over his. Her voice was nonchalant and casual as she placed her hand over his rapidly beating heart.

"Great. So what episode of Breaking Bad should we watch?" He caught her hands and pushed her to the other side of the bed, laughing loudly and shaking his head from side to side. He pressed her down into the mattress as she was shaking with the force of her laughter, and attached his mouth to the side of her neck.

"Oh no little lady, you don't get to do that to me." Her chuckles subsided as his lips moved lower, passing her soft breasts and heading towards her navel.

Her hand combed through his hair as he showered the flat of her stomach with kisses, still edging closer to the juncture of her thighs.

"It's why you love me." He looked up at her from in between her legs and smiled.

"Yes, I suppose it is."

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does art imitate life, or does life imitate art?

rated NC-17

“She is, as has been said, enigmatic. Inscrutable, impenetrable, mysterious. Again, am I? I don’t think I’m necessarily mysterious, but would my friends say that I am difficult to know? To get a handle on? Probably. I think that I am pretty clear about where she and I are different, and very clear about the fact that she is not me. Oh, to embody half of what she brings to the table!”

this is purely a work of fiction

y’all can read it on ao3 here! enjoy!

art by me!

JUNE 2012

They’d been seeing each other for only a few months. Her relationship with Mark had turned sour by the end of the previous year, their arguments becoming more and more heated, the sex less and less frequent. It was after the passing of her brother Aaron that she noticed the death of their partnership. Instead of slinking into the arms of the father of her children, she found herself pressed up against the warm chest of her ex co-star. His lips had muttered the right things and his hands had touched all the right places, and before she knew what they were doing, they had fallen into bed together. It wasn’t the first time, and she was sure it wouldn’t be the last. She knew then, that if she couldn’t find solace in her supposed life partner, then it wasn’t going anywhere. She hadn’t seen or spoken to David since he arrived unannounced to the funeral, so was surprised when she received a Christmas card from him in the mail. She hadn’t sent him one in return, out of some misplaced loyalty to her boyfriend.

They agreed to meet at the beginning of January, just to catch up. She knew they’d end up sleeping together. She kissed her boys and Mark goodbye and told them she’d be back in a few days. He knew it was his final goodbye kiss. He knew when she came back, it would be the end, but he let her go anyway. She hadn’t planned to leave Mark for David, it just ended up that way. His marriage with Téa was long over, and the arrogance that pushed her away from him in the nineties had mellowed. What started as casual sex, a coupling of convenience, soon turned into something rather loving. The sex was frantic and incredible, but their afterglows lasted longer than before, and they often found themselves waking up in each other’s embrace, their bodies slick from sex and yet their faces plastered with smiles.

“I was thinking maybe we could go somewhere for lunch tomorrow?” She was sitting on his bed at his place in LA, he was in the bathroom opposite her, washing off a day’s worth of TV makeup from his face. He was filming Californication, his Hank Moody stubble still dusted across his chin. She’d arrived in the States a few hours earlier, visiting him on set, ready to meet his co-stars, although if anyone asked, she was just passing through, meeting an old friend. Three weeks is how long she had to stay with him before her schedule demanded her elsewhere, yet it was still longer than what they were used to. Now, the sky outside was turning purple as the day drew to a close. It was the first time they’d been truly alone together all day, stealing kisses behind closed doors and in dark corners. She felt like a teenager, sneaking around behind her mother’s back, and she wasn’t sure it held the same appeal it did all those decades ago.

“Sure, that’d be nice. I know a few quiet places in Soho.” There was that word again - quiet. David loved using that word lately. Their relationship was quiet, everywhere they went had to be quiet, and any friends they met together had to be quiet. She understood, really she did. He was still married, and in the eyes of the press, she wasn’t single either, although she never understood completely his undying need for secrecy. Friends went out for lunch, and that’s what they wanted people to think they were, right? Just friends? Gillian hummed a reply as she waited for him to join her in his bedroom. She was still fully dressed in her yellow summer dress, whereas she noted with some delight that he’d decided to strip himself of his signature black shirt in the bathroom. “I was thinking we’d order in tonight. Have some time alone together.” She looked up from the window to her left and saw him stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame, his eyebrows wiggling at her.

“I’d like that.” She smiled at him as he walked over to her on the bed and stood in front of her knees. Lifting her chin with his hand, he bent over her slightly and pressed his lips to hers. His tongue sank into her mouth and she moaned at the welcome intrusion, her hands finding their way into his soft hair. His lips moved from her swollen mouth down her neck to the beginning of her collarbone and he suckled, making her throw her head back slightly to give him better access to the fevered skin there. He began to push her down to the bed slowly, his lips still attached to her clavicle. Her eyes shot open and her hands moved down to his chest, pushing him back to where he was. He removed his lips from her to voice a protest, a worried one, but she quickly captured them again, sending them both into a bruising hard kiss, where they both examined the insides of each other’s mouths as if they were trying to map it and commit it to memory. She stood up with him, the height difference still meaning his neck was craned down towards her. Her hands were back at his chest again, pushing him away, but this time she’d turned them around so he fell to the bed with a heavy thump. The roles were reversed, and he grabbed onto her waist to bring her closer to him between his parted thighs.

She shook her head slowly, staring intently down at him, and nudged his hands off her body. He left them limply by his sides and he returned her gaze, his fingers twitching at the thought of holding her. She bent down slightly, her hand reaching up her dress skirt, and it took him a while to realise that she was removing her already soaked panties. His erection began straining against his jeans as he watched them slowly slide down her toned legs before she simply discarded them by the side of the bed. Her hands reached for the button of his jeans, undoing it and pulling apart his zipper. The angle of her body hunched over his, undressing him, gave him the perfect view down the top of her dress, and his fingers lifted to trace the edge of her cleavage. Her hands swiftly grasped onto his and pulled them down to his side, more forcefully than last time, and her eyes held a ferocity that he hadn’t seen before when they exchanged glances. She pressed his hands into the mattress for a few more seconds until she thought he had learned his lesson, and then thrust her hands against his shoulders, making him lie down flat on the mattress. His jeans were pulled off within seconds, his boxers travelling down his lean legs shortly after.

He lay before her, completely naked atop the comforter, his breath escaping his parted lips in small pants as he watched her climb on top of him. Her hand grasped his length and he hissed through his teeth. “Gillian…” She gave his dick a hard squeeze and he yelped, the movements of her wrist stilling. She was warning him again - no touching, no talking. He relented, a small smile gracing his lips. Her hand resumed its movements, slowly stroking up and down, and David’s face fell slack as he surrendered to the feel of her pleasuring him. Her legs straddled his, and he saw her bend forward slightly, his eyes slipping shut as he waited for the feel of her full lips wrapped around his cock. His loud gasp interrupted the silence of his bedroom as he realised that it wasn’t her mouth he was sliding into, but her hot, wet folds. His neck tilted upwards to watch her slowly sink onto his length, her eyes watching him with rapture. She was hot and ready and so so tight and his hands clutched onto the sheets with such an intensity he was sure he would rip them. His hips gave an involuntary jerk into their new surroundings, and her fingernails quickly found their way to his fevered skin, digging in. Third warning, or was it fourth? Her body began to move up and down, slowly, and she tipped her head back, lost in the full feeling of having him inside her. It took all of his will power to not latch onto her hips and thrust blindly into her, to not leave little purple marks where his fingers would grab her with force. Her pace quickened, and he missed seeing her breasts move up and down with her body’s movements. He felt her tight walls squeeze him and let out a breathy moan, hoping that hadn’t broken any of her rules. For tonight at least, David Duchovny was on his best behaviour.

Suddenly she arched her back, changing the angle of his penetration, and her clit deliciously rubbed against his length on every down stroke. She whimpered once, which was the only noise she had made except for her breathing, and he was jealous of her ability to keep control as he’d been emitting a steady strain of grunts for a few minutes now. Her hands stayed by her side, swaying, and he could see her fingers twitching, but refrained from grasping onto them. He so badly wanted to begin lifting his hips, meeting her halfway, and more than anything, he wanted to rub that engorged clit of hers that lay so dangerously close to his dick. But as he noticed with a moan, she beat him to it, reaching her hand up the dress skirt that covered their joining to relieve herself of some tension. Her walls began to flutter around him and they both knew their releases were imminent. Her thighs began to shake either side of him as she lifted herself higher and higher, only to plummet down onto him again faster and harder than the time before. She was the only silent one when they came, him following her into oblivion, and their eyes locked as they soared.

He expected her to drop lifeless onto his chest as she recovered, to let his hands come around her back and press her to him as he rained sweet kisses onto her damp hairline, but instead she lifted herself off of his softening cock and walked straight into his bathroom, closing the door behind her. He stared at her retreating back with a look of disbelief before a small smile played across his lips. They hadn’t had sex like that in a long time. He heard the run of water as she turned on the shower and contemplated joining her, but he looked back at his inviting bed and decided to exact his revenge underneath its soft covers. He must have drifted off because the next thing he felt was a dip in the mattress as she slipped her body next to his. Without opening his eyes, he pulled her back to his chest, missing the feel of her naked skin on his and kissed her shoulder. She hummed contently and his hands brushed lower on her stomach in response, coming to rest on the curls at the top of her thighs. Her hand came down to grasp his and pulled it back up to the safety of her torso, as her head burrowed further into the pillow that they shared. It wasn’t like her to refuse a little mutual masturbation, but he didn’t press her, she’d had a long day.

He gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, letting it linger for a while, before he heard a quiet goodnight escape her perfect little lips. “Sweet dreams, babe.” And with that, he let his eyes close, content for now to just keep her close to him as they slept.

NEXT CHAPTER

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:-(

it appears someone has taken a disliking to me and has written some very disturbing fanfiction about me. if y'all could report it/the author i’d be very grateful! http://archiveofourown.org/works/7328566

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:( I messaged you two weeks ago and you said you weren't stopping anytime soon I feel betrayed. I understand though, but it's not fairrrrrrrrrr

Circumstances have changed and sadly I don't feel comfortable posting it at the moment!

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Hi! Please update your FF *sobs* Love them all!

I don't feel comfortable putting my fics on the Internet anymore! Sorry!

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"Maybe there's hope."

The last words spoken on The X-Files before it went on its 6 year hiatus. It's with a heavy heart that I announce I am doing the same. I'm going on hiatus. I don't feel comfortable writing gillovny fanfiction and posting it whilst people such as Orl*ndo Jones are surfing AO3. But just like TXF, I will be back! Thank you so much for all your continued support.

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Ugh i love your fanfics sometimes i Just wake up and to: Did amy update today? (is that your name?)

Yep that's my name!! I haven't updated yet but watch this space ;-)

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I read all the chapters of "hooked" and I love it so much!! Are you planning on continuing that story?

Very soon ;-)

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Hey there! I am coming from A03 just to tell you that 'Hooked' is the best thing I have read in very long time!!! Please keep going! I can not wait for the next chapter!! When will it be ready?? :)

Thank you very much!! Your words mean a lot. I haven't given up, I've in fact written up a plan for another 8 chapters and I have a vague idea of how the story will progress past that. Keep your eyes open tonight, you might get a surprise... ;-)

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Amy omfg your last rpf is amazing!!! Great AU, i can't wait for the next chapter. You're seriously my favourite rpf writer, please never stop.

Thank you so much!!! This is one of my favourite messages ever, it means so much to me that you enjoy my writing that much! Don’t worry, I’m not stopping anytime soon! X

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hooked

gillovny au

rated nc-17

sex is one of the most beautiful, natural, wholesome things that money can buy

this is purely a work of fiction

y’all can read it on ao3 here!

"Argh, fuck, that feels good. You feel so good." She wished for not the first time that night that all she could hear was the wet slap of his thighs against her ass as he slid into her, and not his constant babbling. She was propped up on her double bed, her head facing the headboard as he pummelled into her from behind. She squeezed her walls around his cock, knowing every time she did it it reduced his vocal chords to a string of guttural moans. Moans, she could deal with, anything else annoyed the hell out of her, at least from him. His hands were on her waist, like they always were, and he pulled her body back onto his dick, making her tight walls meet him halfway with every thrust. She had to give it to him; he knew how to make her legs weak and her arms shaky until she could no longer support herself, and only the force of his arms holding her would keep her body upright for his onslaught.

"Leighhhh. Fuck." She'd fucked him enough times to know that he only used her name when he was about to come. She was close herself, and she let out a small yelp when she felt his thumb, still smooth from his young age, reach round her side and swipe at her swollen clit. He'd already made her come twice that evening but she knew he could sometimes push for the third. It's what she paid him for anyway. Her blonde hair dripped down the sides of her face and she could barely see, so she shut her eyes, waiting for her orgasm to build. Fingers scraped down her back and she knew it was too late as she heard the strangled cries of the man behind her. She sighed slightly even as his body continued to pound into her erratically with his last thrusts and resigned herself to the fact that she'd have to finish herself off if she wanted to. She was no stranger to pleasuring herself, she saw Joshua only once a week, and in between work and her coffees with friends, there was a lot of spare time to snake her hand down into her panties and play.

She felt him pull out of her and heard the sounds of him tying a knot in the condom. His weight shifted off the bed and the sound of the toilet filled the room as he flushed the offending object out of sight and out of mind. She watched his toned and muscular chest as he walked towards her, and she slumped onto her back, her breathing still heavy. He dropped to his knees near her legs on the bed and trailed a path of wet kisses up her thighs and around her navel.

"Did you come?" His tongue was gently thrusting inside her belly button with his thumbs painting delicate patterns on the sides of her hips. His lips moved lower down her abdomen and she grasped his hair in her hand and gave him the only response she knew.

"I came. I'm good." She smiled down at him, hoping he would get the hint and cease his movements. His cheek rested on the skin just above her mons and he smiled up at her.

"You look really beautiful when you come." She laughed mirthfully at the irony of it all and she almost felt bad as she noticed the bewildered expression on his face.

"You didn't even see my face." They were treading into dangerous territory and she was ready to pull herself into a sitting position if it wouldn't force his head directly onto her glistening lips.

"Well maybe next time I could?" Her legs bent at the knee and she pushed his shoulders up and away from her body with her feet.

"You know the rules."

"I know... No sex facing each other. I got it. And no pillow talk." He sounded like a moody teenager and for a brief moment she felt like a mother scolding her son and shivered. "You wanna go again? I think I'm ready." Ah, young men and their fast refractory periods. She shook her head no and he got up off the bed entirely, reaching down for his boxers. She watched him dress from her vantage point on the bed and admired the way his young muscles flexed as he bent over to grab his dark jeans, one toned leg stepping into them at a time. His chest was spectacular, dotted with sparse golden chest hair and rippled with abs as hard as rocks. And his arms had muscles and veins that would make any gym goer green with envy. His face was cute, still holding some of his baby fat, but she could tell he had a good bone structure. His light blue eyes matched her own but seemed lighter due to the shock of almost white hair on top of his head. His lips were a little on the thinner side, but she soon got over that when she realised just how quickly they could bring her to orgasm.

She sat up on the edge of the bed, now confident he wouldn't make any more advances and watched him pull his white t-shirt over his stomach. Walking past him towards the bathroom, she felt his gaze on her naked ass, and only smirked, imagining just how hard he'll be tenting his jeans after she'd cleaned up. She returned wearing a robe, sans bra, but she'd found a pair of comfortable panties in a drawer under the sink and she stifled her laugh at the bulge in his trousers as he bent down on one knee to tie his shoe lace.

He stood up tall and cleared his throat. "You know what that ass does to me." She scowled slightly and brushed past him towards the front door of his apartment and he followed close behind, mesmerised by the way the light bounced off her satin robe. "Right... no pillow talk." She opened the front door and stepped out of the way nonchalantly, as if he hadn't just fucked her brains out five minutes ago.

"I'll see you next Wednesday, Joshua."

"Josh." He almost frowned but he knew better than to talk back to a client, so tried to keep his tone light. She smiled at him and shook her head slightly; he was so naive. She didn't know his exact age, only that he was in his early twenties. Joshua was his real name, and he'd accidentally blurted it out on their first meeting instead of the one his agency assigned for him. He'd laughed about it at the time and scratched his head nervously, but if it weren't for how well he performed cunnilingus she would have given him a lecture about going back to school and sent him on his way.

"Joshua." He sucked in a breath and just nodded, walking out the door and he flinched slightly as he heard it click shut behind him. It was just the game that they played, sex with no strings attached, but sometimes she could be so damn cold it made him dread his Wednesday evenings. That, coupled with the fact that he knew he was falling head over and heels in love with her made his head spin all the way over to the bus stop opposite her apartment. He couldn't stop thinking about the way her ass felt underneath his hands as he parted her cheeks to push into her, the way her legs would wrap around his neck as he placed his head between her thighs, the way her body swayed towards him as she'd open the door to him early on a Wednesday evening. He was so busy thinking about her pert nipples as he fucked her with his tongue, he never saw his bus arrive a minute early and hit him square in the face.

She sipped at her wine as her friend stared at her with disbelief from the other side of the table.

"What, you're not even going to visit him? Not even once? The boy's in hospital for crying out loud!"

"I know!" She shouted, and took a surreptitious look around at the diners around her before lowering her voice. "I'm sorry it happened and I wish him a full recovery soon, but... that's it." Her friend laughed, eyes still wide with shock and they both took another sip of their wine.

"But... you have sex." She whispered the last word hoping their conversation hadn't been caught by another customer and giggled slightly.

"Yes, Archie, we have sex. But that's all it is. What we do is professional, not personal. I've asked the agency to pass on my good wishes, meanwhile they'll send me a new toy to play with whilst Joshua's bones heal." She picked up her fork and placed some salad leaves in her mouth, chewing whilst Archie digested this information rather than her French onion soup. If she was honest, she didn't really want Joshua to come back after he recovered. She wasn't blind. She knew the way he looked at her as she sauntered off towards their next destination to fuck; it was more than lust. And truthfully, if his mouth wasn't preoccupied somewhere on her body, he could be downright annoying as well. Her mind drifted back to a time when they were both post-coitus, lying back on her bed, and he'd asked her what she thought of the game on TV that day and she shivered.

"I can't believe you use escorts... I still can't wrap my head around it. I mean, it sounds brilliant; I'm not judging. It's also just so... illegal." Archie leaned over the table so her voice didn't carry as far and her companion laughed heartily, throwing her head back.

"It's safe. I like that. Casual sex can get so messy... Especially because people know who I am in the real world. Who's to say I'll take a man home with me one night and the next day my name won't be plastered over every newspaper in the country as he sells out my story?"

"I can see the headline now... 'Actress Gillian Anderson has raunchy sex with complete stranger. For more info and pics turn to page 5'!" Gillian shushed her friend and laughed quietly as she ate another mouthful of food.

"I know I'm not a household name, but I've only just got used to this acting thing. I'd hate to think my career ended as soon as it started because of some shitty sex scandal."

"It didn't end Stella Gibson's." She points her fork at Archie and nods. "You're right. It didn't." She chews for a second and adds, "But I'm not Stella Gibson." Archie nodded with her and took a sip of her soup.

"So... who will they send you tomorrow?" Gillian put down her cutlery, only a few leaves and a bite of chicken were left on her plate, and Archie reached across to grab it between her fingers and bring it to her mouth.

"I'm not sure. It's a total surprise. But the agency know who I like. Attractive, young, male. You get the gist. I'd be happy with Josh's twin if he had one, as long as he was the quiet brother." They both snickered as the waiter came to take their empty plates away from them. "Besides, I've been using that agency for three years now. I have total faith in them."

Her faith waned completely as he opened the door to her new visitor at precisely 6:00PM on Wednesday evening. The man standing opposite her was definitely male and attractive, but he seemed a good thirty years older than her usual boys.

"Um... May I help you?" She looked behind him down the corridor and hoped to see a bright eyed young boy walk up to her door.

"I'm William." His hand stuck out in front of him and she shook it. "You must be Miss Lane." She tried to contain her disappointment at her replacement and stepped aside to let him in through the door.

"Please, call me Leigh." He stopped surveying his surroundings and turned back to her smiling. She realised she'd rather played down his good looks through the fog of her bitterness, and let her eyes wander down his entire body. He was dressed well, in a dark grey shirt with jeans and black boots. His brown hair was longer than Joshua's and he had a salt and pepper stubble that gave him a rugged charm. His face was gorgeous and tanned, with warm brown eyes that spoke volumes and possibly the plumpest bottom lip she'd seen in her life. His nose was on the large side, but it suited him, and she found herself aching to kiss the beauty spot on his right cheek. His accent was American but she refrained from asking about his personal life, she didn't care who he was or where he came from, all she wanted to know was how he felt inside of her.

He walked the short distance between them and fit his hands loosely around her waist. She realised then just how tall he was, even whilst she was wearing heels, and the feel of his fingers against her clothed back made her shiver. His hands moved down lower to her ass, but he didn't squeeze as she expected him too, just kept them resting there.

"So, Leigh Lane, do you want me to introduce myself?" His fingers easily reached the zipper on the back of her skirt and pulled it down agonisingly slowly. She felt the waistband loosen immediately and with a quick tug of the hem from his deft fingers it was pooled at the bottom of her feet. She stood before him in only her white blouse and high heels, and she felt his hands trace the skin where the tops of her thighs met her ass. She fought for control over her voice, hoping to keep it crisply British rather than her American-English hybrid when she was round fellow Americans. She smirked at him and kept her cool.

"No." Her fingers moved to the buttons on his shirt and she undid them from the top downwards, letting her fingers run through the dark hair they found peeking out from the material. He smiled back at her and his hands moved upwards again, holding her ass. He waited for her to finish unbuttoning his shirt before he moved his hands back to his sides so the shirt could drop from his arms. He watched her eyes move over the contours from his chest muscles and gulped. He knew he was in good shape for an older man but his pecs were probably nothing in comparison to the sweet young man candy that she'd been used to having.

"I know you were expecting someone different." She nodded lightly at him, still entranced by the hard muscles underneath her palm as she drifted it down his stomach towards his belt. In reality she was practically drooling over this man's body, the soft and hard of his stomach, and the bulging muscles of his strong arms. She could tell from the fit of his jeans that his legs were long and toned, and she hoped they were as tanned as the rest of his perfect body. She looked up at him as she unbuckled his belt and slid it from the loops in his jeans. She noted some apprehension in the way his face fell but it quickly disappeared, being replaced by lust as she pushed his jeans down his legs.

"I have some rules." He nodded down at her, his arms moving back around her body as he traced the collar of her blouse down to the valley in between her breasts. She took a deep breath as he began to make short work of her blouse, and he had the common sense to undo her cuffs before dragging it down her arms. She stood before him in her black lacy underwear, matched by his black boxers, and she debated whether she should take off her high heels. His head bent towards her and she felt his hot breath against her cheek. "No kissing." Her voice seemed stilted and she chided herself for being effected so easily by this man's charms. "No talking." His finger moved under her bra strap and dragged it down before moving onto the next one. She lifted her arms slightly as he fed his hands behind her back to expertly undo her bra. It came away with a soft ping and he caught her heavy breasts in his hands as they were freed. He kneaded them lightly before taking a nipple between his thumb and forefinger and pinching. She moaned into his neck and bit her lip. His lips planted themselves between both her breasts as he covered them with his palms and he suddenly stood up straight, running his finger up and down her arm. She nearly whimpered at the loss of his warmth on her tits and felt another flood of wetness pool in her panties.

He could smell her from his spot standing next to her and moved to her back. Her eyes followed as far as they could without her tilting her head and she groaned as he roughly pulled her body back into his hard chest, one hand squeezing her left breast and the other cupping her mons. His length pushed into the small of her back and he thrust lightly. His fingers hooked into the waistband of her panties and he dragged them down her thin legs, kissing the curve of her ass and the back of her thigh as he travelled down with them. He lifted both of her legs out of her pants and licked the sensitive skin of her knee, making her jerk.

"Do you want to keep these on?" She gulped loudly, feeling the hand that wasn't wrapped around her ankle travel up her leg to stroke the newly exposed skin of her ass.

"Do you want me to keep them on?" She heard him chuckle and felt his head shake against her calf.

"It doesn't matter what I want, this is all for you." His voice was deeper than when he first came into the apartment and she shivered as she felt his chest brush against her back as he stood back up. Her legs parted wider as his fingers massaged the soft and fevered skin on the inside of her thighs, and his hand brought her forehead back to rest on his chest as he let his tongue lick it's way from her ear lobe to her collarbone. "Am I allowed to kiss here?" She mumbled something resembling a yes and nodded just as his lips sealed over the straight of her clavicle and two of his calloused fingers delved inside of her hot, dripping wet pussy. She could see his face out of the corner of her eyes and gazed at how at peace he seemed. His fingers drew agonisingly slowly out of her depths before pushing past her natural boundaries into her again. She felt him push his dick into her back again and she rested back on it, panting as his fingers became quicker and quicker. His dormant thumb rubbed around her clit before tentatively brushing against it, his teeth catching her ear and bringing it into his mouth.

"Ah. Fuck." His fingers moved from her lips and he used his pointer finger to erratically flick her hardened clit, and he delighted in the way her body writhed against him. He'd been doing his job long enough to know she'd never come from the stimulation he was feeding her, and soon her pleasure would turn to pain as it became all a bit too much for her nerves to handle, so he abruptly stopped, holding her thighs in his large hands.

"Which way to the bedroom?" He whispered into her ear and the hairs on the back of her neck stood to attention. She squelched her sudden desire to take his hand and lead him to her quarters and simply walked over to her bed on shaky legs, hoping he'd follow. She could hear him kicking off his shoes behind her but she stared straight ahead. She stopped just short of her bed and turned to face him. His hands grasped her arms and pushed her until her legs hit the bottom of the bed and she fell backwards. He was there with steady hands to control her fall and she lay there breathless on top of the covers as his lips trailed over to her nipples. He looked up into her eyes, almost asking for permission, and she gave a quick nod of her head before feeling his tongue reach out and flick her hardened nub. Her fingers thread through his thick, dark brown hair and her head lay back on the bed with defeat. His hands that were massaging the taught muscles of her calfs moved her legs apart at her knees. She whimpered as his heat removed itself from her breast with a soft pop but it swiftly morphed into a groan as his tongue pushed its way into her lips, his fingers separating them ready for his ministrations.

The hand in his hair tightened and she tensed the muscles in her legs, feeling his hot wisps of breath tickle her throbbing clit. His tongue flattened against her and travelled from the bottom of her vulva up to her clit where it stayed and flicked it a few times. Her hips bucked up towards him, her fingers grasping his hair even tighter, and he wrapped his full lips around her clit, sucking.

"Ah!" She couldn't remember the last time she was this vocal during sex and her upper body jolted upwards to watch him, her hips still undulating against his head. "Fuck. Yes." Her hand pushed him further into her and he sucked harder, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin and nibbling lightly. "Shit! Yes!" Her cries were loud and high pitched, and she moved a hand down to the apex of her thighs to move her flaps out of the way for him. He looked up at her in the eyes but she pushed his head down further. He bit down on her clit in response and she could swear she felt him smile against her pussy as her body flopped bonelessly back onto the bed. Her legs wrapped themselves around his neck and she squeezed her muscles, bringing him closer to her. His fingers from before pushed their way inside of her again and set up a steady rhythm as his tongue flicked against her clit, timed perfectly with every thrust.

He could feel the cold, sharp dig of her high heels pressing into his back, urging him to lap quicker at her clit, and he groaned at the mental image conjured in his mind. The scrape of the harsh plastic heel against his neck made his dick ache in his boxers and he groaned once more, louder. As matched his noises, the vibrations from his throat travelling up her lips to her clit and she felt the ever present buzz of her impending orgasm intensify.

His fingers became quicker and harder, pumping into her with inhuman speed, and his tongue pushed against her clit. He sucked it into his mouth with every third thrust of his fingers and he found himself desperate for more taste of her. He hummed against her lips and her entire body tensed, her hand in his hair locking him into place. The shock of his third finger driving into her and the intense sensation of his teeth clamping down on her clit sent her spiralling into oblivion, and he was glad that he got front row seats.

"Ah! William! Fuck!" Dully in the back of her mind she wondered why on earth she had shouted his name, or shouted anything at all, but the shockwaves pulsing through her entire body muted her inner voice to nothing more than a few syllables. Her back arched and her eyes screwed shut as he fingers tensed and relaxed in his hair. He could feel her legs throb against his hot skin and he used his hands to part them, spreading her wide before him. His fingers were still inside of her, only gently stroking her, as he felt her walls grasp them tightly and flutter around them. His tongue lay flat against her vulva as he waited for her body to stop shaking.

Her breathing took a while to return back to normal but as her body was racked with her final aftershock she slumped her back against the bed and left both her hands resting by her side. He sat up from in between her legs and watched her chest rise and fall with the force of her deep breaths and smiled. His eyes darted back down to her wet lips, his three fingers now motionless inside of her. He pulled them out and she sighed and he replaced them with his tongue, hoping to catch whatever moisture he could. She jolted a little and moaned a little louder, and he was careful not to stimulate her too much. He tasted her tangy sweet liquid and his cock became painful in his silk confines. He looked back at her and removed his face from her thighs, giving her two quick kisses on her surrounding skin.

Somewhere in her mind she registered that he'd got up and left the room but she couldn't bring herself to open her eyes and investigate. Her body felt limp and her fingers were still occasionally clenching with the ghost of her orgasm. She couldn't remember the last time she came that hard with anyone, and yet she couldn't think of anything this man had done differently to her. Maybe you just can't put a price on experience. Her lips turned up into a small smile as she heard him return the bedroom, and she felt his body lean across hers.

"You okay?" She opened her eyes slightly to see him hovering above her, condom in one hand, the other drawing faint lines beneath her right breast. She smiled and huffed out a laugh and he did the same. "You still seem pretty out of it." His lips moved to her sternum and he gave her a solid kiss there as he waited for her to reply.

"I'm good. I'm really good." His teeth bared to her in a heart melting smile and he tilted his hips into hers to press his length against her thigh. She sighed again and rested her head back on the mattress as he sat back on his haunches. She heard the tell-tale rip of the foil packet.

"I hope you don't mind... you're not the only one with rules."

She spun onto her front and moved forward on the bed, resting on her elbows and knees. His eyes widened at her sudden change of position but he climbed up behind her and smoothed his palms over the globes of her ass.

"It seems we have similar rules." Her voice was still breathy from earlier and he ripped his boxers off his legs to relieve some tension, grasping the bottom of his shaft.

"Is this another one of your rules?" His palm drifted up his length and then back down again. "Fucking without looking?" She spun her head round at his choice of words and her eyes widened at the sight of him stroking himself. He was so big. So fucking big. Not just lengthways but his girth was astonishing and put every other man she'd been with to shame. Everyone she'd had from the agency had been at least above average, but William was something else, and she was both excited and nervous to feel him inside her.

He watched her swallow a lump in her throat as she watched his hand move up and down his dick, and he briefly remembered just how tight her walls had felt against his fingers. He looked down at himself as she turned away and faced the head of the bed and realised that her expression was not only one of surprise, but apprehension.

"It's less... intimate... this way." He nodded his head although she wasn't watching him any longer and he kissed the bottom of her spine.

"I understand." He grasped the condom and began to roll it over his length, gritting his teeth and hissing as it fit snugly around him. He leaned up onto his knees and pressed his protected length against her folds, feeling her ass shift back against him. She braced herself for the fullness of him inside her as she felt his head prod her entrance. His hands braced themselves on her waist as he began to push in a little. "Relax. I'll go easy to start."

Her eyes flew open at his soft spoken words and suddenly all the tension in her body flew out the window as she surrendered herself to the feel of his length pushing inside of her. They both sighed as she felt the front of his thighs touch her ass as he buried himself completely inside of her. She'd never felt so full before and she knew if he was just a few centimetres bigger she'd be grimacing in pain rather than pleasure.

He knew he was bigger than most men, but he was by no means humongous. He still used regular sized condoms and he didn't have to buy bigger size boxers. But she was just so small. Her little legs wrapped around his and didn't even reach half way down his shin, and her feet looked tiny in her black high heels. Even in her heels, she was still only tall enough to fit under his chin and he wished for a moment he could see her in her barest forms, naked even down to her feet, standing before him smaller and more precious than ever. Her waist was so small he could fit both his hands around her and span her entire stomach. He looked at her ass underneath him as he waited a few moments for her to adjust. That wasn't small, no, it was a firm and soft. And her breasts weren't small either. They fit into his palms perfectly and they were beautifully warm with pert rosebud nipples. And her face... wide blue eyes with full red lips and rosy cheeks covering sharp cheekbones. Her slightly aquiline nose made her look all the more elegant, and her blonde hair that fell around her face in soft waves made her look like she'd come straight from a Hollywood glamour magazine. In short, she was beautiful. So very beautiful.

He was brought out of his study of her body when he felt her back arch and her ass push back towards him, and she let out a little moan, letting him know she was ready. He started lightly at first, dragging himself out of her slowly until he was almost fully out, until he pushed himself back in at the same maddening pace. A hand that was holding onto her waist moved to rest on the small of her back. His thrusts were still slow and she felt a pulsing through her vagina, welcome for the slow start but aching for more contact. She squeezed her thigh muscles together, hoping to let him know and suddenly his body jerked fully into her, his body hitting hers with a loud slap.

"Ah!" Her fingers curled into the bed sheets as she moaned and he drew back out of her, faster this time, before pummelling back into her harder. Her body shook with his motions and her head moved dangerously close to the headboard with every hard thrust. His hands grasped at her waist harder than before and he pulled her entire body back to him as his dick sped up inside of her. As he pulled back his hands would yank on her sides, sending her body crashing back into his to meet his strokes half way. His grasped at her thighs and brought her legs back further against his, giving her a series of short strokes, and she let out a deep moan at the slightly new position. A breath wheezed out between his clenched teeth as his dick sank lower into her with each thrust.

Her walls began to flutter around him as she felt the head of his cock begin to touch her cervix. As her walls clamped around him he felt him lose the well trained finesse that he'd gained. His thrusts became more erratic, and he pressed his hands against the top of her back, pressing her chest down into the mattress. He brought his knees together and moved her body back towards him. He pumped into her faster and faster, letting the new angle envelope his entire length. His orgasm was building and he could feel his cock swell inside of her against her tightening walls. It only took a few well timed brushes of his thumb against her clit and he felt her walls milking him as she let out a high pitched scream, her head thrown back in ecstasy. One more thrust and he was there with her, his body shaking with the force of his first orgasm.

Her legs fell against the bed as her body became limp, and his hips pumped a few more one thrusts inside of her until he pulled out and rolled onto his back beside her. She lay on her crossed arms, her breathing still deep, and she opened her eyes few millimetres to secretly watch him. His jaw was slack from his comedown and his eyes were loosely shut. She propped herself back up onto her elbows, refusing to give into the afterglow of her orgasm for a second time. Crawling over to his body, she began to peel the condom off his softening penis and he grunted in dissatisfaction, his arm moving to lightly rub her back. She looked up at his face and his eyes were still closed, a small furrow forming above his eyebrows.

"Uh... I know you're not used to people my age, but uh... you're gonna have to wait a few minutes at least until you start messing down there again." She smiled and huffed out a laugh, patting his hard and sweaty stomach.

"Don't worry. I'm just cleaning you up." He opened one eye to watch her climb off the bed and walk into the bathroom. By the time she'd returned he was propped up on the pillow, his arm behind his head, the other outstretched towards her. She frowned at his hand, not liking how comfortable she was around this man already, and threw a towel towards him. He caught it and rubbed himself down before dropping it onto the floor. She was sitting on the edge of the bed with her back to him and he sat up straight, his hands reaching out for her. He grabbed onto her arms and managed to pull her back towards him, circling his arms around her waist. She smiled despite herself and attempted to keep her voice calm. "No cuddling." He could hear the lightness in her voice although her face feigned disinterest.

"What if I told you we weren't cuddling?" He moved his legs either side of hers and leant back against the headboard, taking her with him. "What if I told you, I was merely...," he paused as his fingers dipped back in between her parted legs, "testing the waters?" She sucked in her breath as his fingers returned dripping wet and she cursed herself for finding this man so damn attractive. She felt him stir against her back and she laughed slightly. "What's so funny?" His fingers pushed their way back inside of her and her chuckles subsided into breathy moans.

"You told me... to leave you alone... for a few minutes..." He smiled against her shoulder and parted her lips, letting his finger draw circles around her clit.

"Never underestimate what a beautiful woman can do to an older man's libido." She slapped his knee playfully and tutted.

"I said no talking." Her eyes were half shut as he flooded her body with pleasure and he wanted so badly to study the way her face changed as he touched different parts of her. He'd only seen her heated cheeks and parted lips from in between the valley of her breasts earlier, and she shit down any of his efforts for a better view by burrowing his face further into her thighs.

"Hm, okay." For a while all he could hear was the sound of her deep breathing and small mews as he occasionally let his finger softly drift up her lips and over her clit. Her hands gripped onto his legs for support as he added a third digit inside of her, curling them upwards to rub against the slightly harder skin on the front wall of her vagina. She cursed quietly and his cock twitched, aching to be inside her again.

"Shit." His fingers stilled inside her and he leaned forward, inadvertently pressing his fingers harder against her sensitive skin.

"Hnnngg... Wha?"

"I don't have another condom." Her hand reached behind her back to grasp his hard length that was trapped between their bodies. She groaned and her walls twitched as she realised he intended to fuck her again.

"It's okay. I have a few." Reluctantly she moved out of his grasp over to her bedside table and pulled out another foil packet. She waved it in the air a little and he laughed at her, grabbing her wrist. He held her gaze for a few seconds before she dodged the intensity, ripping open the foil packet and giving him an embarrassed smile. She rolled it down his length, her lips parted and tongue slightly sticking out with concentration. She looked back up at him when she's finished only to see his gaze was fixed on her small hand still wrapped around his length. She turned around and assumed her usual position, ass in the air with her weight braced on her elbows and knees.

He chuckled and shook his head from side to side, pulling her body back to him. Moving his legs in between hers, he parted her thighs with his own and sank his length deep into her.

"Holy shit!" His move was so unexpected she braced herself on his arms that were resting on her waist and she panted, moving up and down immediately. She looked down at their meeting point and sighed, lowering herself only to pull back up again. His hands gripped her sides as he helped pull her up and down with more force, the lower parts of his body still and unmoving as he let her set the pace. Her back was resting entirely on his chest and she let her head fall in the space between his neck and shoulder as she languidly tilted her hips. She squeezed her muscles and he squeezed her sides simultaneously, keeping his knees bent for her. He could see her face better from the angle if he leaned forward, and he examined the way her eyebrows were slightly pinched and how her cheeks matched the colour of her lips. Suddenly her eyes flew open and stared at his in shock. He felt like a boy with his hand caught in the cookie jar, and she quickly moved her head upwards so he could no longer watch her face.

"Fuck me," she whispered. He knew she was trying to get some control over the situation, after all, he'd broken one of her rules, and a small part of him wondered if the way she had reacted was because she liked it. He grabbed her waist and lifted her off his length slightly before pumping his hips upwards into her. Her hands scrambled for something to hold onto as her entire body shook with the force of his thrusts and they finally settled on the tops of his thighs that cradled her body. His hands began to bring her body up and down all whilst crashing his body into hers and she wondered for a second if she was going to see stars, the deep thud of his penis inside her lulling her into a pre-orgasmic trance.

Her head was thrown back, her hair dangling against his shoulder and his sucked on the hot skin of her neck. He could see that her jaw was wide open in a silent scream as he continued to pound into her and he waited for her next instruction, whether it was a tightening of her walls or a slight pinch from her fingers.

Quickly his dick felt like it was being gripped by a vice and he grunted. His loud "Fuck!" was almost drowned out by the shrill roar that ripped from her throat as her body was taken over by her surprise orgasm. It left her as fast as it came and she panted, feeling his cock push a few extra strokes into her boneless body as he emptied himself into the condom. His hand immediately came up to her forehead and he rubbed away the sweat and hair he found there.

Their bodies disconnected messily and she felt her wetness pool down her thighs and drip onto his legs as soon as she lifted herself from him. She looked back at him and his eyes seemed as glassy as hers, his bottom lip wet with sweat. They both stared at each other with a loss of words, not willing to confront the intense intimacy they just shared. She watched him peel his condom off as he stumbled to the bathroom and she immediately dove for one of her robes, hoping to hide her newfound vulnerability behind some clothes.

"Do you mind if I take a shower? I have a client soon and it'll be easier if shower here instead of travel back home." She watched his head pop out from the bathroom door. It seemed he too was having problems with his nudity and she took comfort that she wasn't going through these strange emotions alone. She nodded and he half smiled before closing the door behind him. She rested her head in her hands against the chest of drawers in her bedroom and took some calming breaths.

She'd never come like that before. There was something so... right... about him being inside her. The was his hand held her waist or brushed her back made something inside of her burn up. She probably could have just put it down to amazing sex for the first two times, but after her third orgasm she was slowly realising it went beyond the sex. Being with him felt natural. She sighed again, and decided to busy her mind by changing her dirty sheets. Anything she could do to get her mind off him.

By the time he'd left the sanctuary of her shower he'd realised that he did not want to say goodbye to this woman any time soon. His clothes were nearly piled on her striped bed but she was nowhere in sight. He slipped on a pair of boxers that he realised weren't his and quickly donned his jeans and shirt. He picked up his shoes and padded into her front room in search of her. She was standing in the middle of the room, with a black lace robe on, and her hair was tied into a loose ponytail. He noticed happily that she'd kicked off her high heels and he studied the way her little toes wiggled against the carpet. Her robe cut off mid thigh, showing off the shapely curve of her legs, and it was just parted enough so he could see the delicious swell of her breast peeking out through the material.

She felt his gaze on her and turned to watch him. She gave a bashful smile and walked over to him, feeling smaller than ever without her heels and fresh makeup.

"Thanks for the shower." He almost looked embarrassed and he moved his hand to run through his damp hair in an action reminiscent of when Joshua asked to watch her come and was met with a steely glance. Except, he seemed endearing, not annoying.

"No problem. Thanks for uh... Thanks." She dipped her head a little and he forced out a laugh.

"Yeah... Thanks." He bent over to put on his socks and shoes and began to walk towards her front door without meeting her eyes.

"I'll see you next Wednesday then?" He removed his hand from the doorknob and turned to her.

"No... actually. I was just a replacement until the agency could find someone better suited to your tastes. They... uh... send their apologies that they couldn't find anyone in time. It was either me or nothing. But I think they've found someone to see you on a more regular basis starting next week." For the first time, she hated how business like they sounded, as if they were planning a board meeting or maybe he was supplying her with a member of staff. In the back of her mind she realised that he was just a member of staff. Like her publicist or her cleaner, William had a service to provide, and she was his employer. She tried to mask her disappointment that this was the last time they would meet, her clit already aching for his touch.

"Don't worry... you were... more than satisfying. I uh... hope you have a safe trip home. Or uh... to your next client." She could swear she saw him grimace at the thought of fucking somebody else, but just like her, he hid his emotions well. Her body tensed as he moved towards her, his arm coming behind her back and bringing her close to his chest in a brief embrace. She could see his cheeks were red despite his tan and his feet began to shuffle on the floor.

"Well... Take care of yourself Leigh Lane." She nodded but couldn't bring herself to speak, so she instead reached up on her tip toes and brought her lips to his brown beauty mark on his cheek. She lingered there for only a second but to him it felt like an eternity. He committed the way her lips felt against his skin to memory before giving one final nod and walking out the door. She closed it behind her and rushed to the window of her apartment overlooking the busy London streets.

Within a minute he stepped out of her building and walked towards his car. She'd never watched one of her boys leave before and she cursed herself for acting so childish. Until he turned towards her window and waved before stepping into the drivers seat of his car. She smiled and waved back although he'd already driven away and she let the curtain fall back, obscuring the road from her view once more. She moved towards the bedroom where the smell of sex hit her nostrils in full force and she stares at her bed. She flops down on top of it and can just about make out the smell that she could now refer to as plainly 'him'. She buried her head in a pillow that was still damp from his sweat and inhaled, her finger tracing where he would have laid. Her eyes opened and she stared at the wall opposite, just realising what she was doing.

"Shit."

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there's more than one way to relieve a headache 

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The Vancouver sun was beating down on them both through the cover of the tall trees above them. Small beams of sunlight reached through the pockets of blank space where leaves should have been, casting bright spotlights down onto the path they were walking on. The heat was making her head sweat through her heavy wig and she sighed at how uncomfortable she was starting to get, the beginnings of a headache starting to echo through her tight scalp.

"Can we sit down a little?" She could see a small bench just a while ahead of them through the bushes and sighed when she heard his affirmative grunt behind her. Nelson walked a few metres in front of her, his short stubby legs stopping every minute or so to see if his companions were still following him.

She reached the bench after speeding up her strides a little and sat down with a deep sigh, attempting to pull the wig on her head slightly to relieve some of the tension there.

"Is it giving you trouble?" She scrunched her eyes up and eyed the man sitting next to her, his arm resting behind her on the bench and his legs sprayed out before him.

"Yeah. This fucking thing is making my life a living hell. I'd rather have all my hair fall out." She laughed and his hand moved slightly forward to rest against her back, and she leaned into his touch.

"I think I prefer your hair blonde anyway." She raised a perfectly manicured eyebrow in his direction.

"Oh, thanks David for your glorious insight into my appearance." She looked ahead, massaging her scalp, and spotted Nelson sniffing at the base of a tree. She whistled loudly and his ears pricked, looking at his owner. "C'mon Nelson! Here boy!" Regretfully, he began the trek back and sat down to the right of her feet, closing his eyes as her hand came to scratch his soft fur.

"C'mon Gilly, don't be like that. You know I don't give a shit what you do to your hair. And I know you wouldn't give a shit even if I did. I was just making a comment. You look beautiful either way."

She sighed and looked back at him, relaxed against the back of the bench, finger tapping against his thigh. He'd changed from his Mulder suit into jeans and a tight fitting t-shirt but his hair was still styled and she could see the faint signs of his stage makeup on his skin.

"You're right, I'm sorry. You know I get grouchy when I've got a headache." Her hand moved from Nelson's head as she fit herself more closely to the man's body, letting her fingers play with the hem of his tee. He placed a small kiss to her forehead that rested on his chest and took in a deep breath, letting the fresh air infiltrate his lungs.

"It's okay. Sit with your back to me." She did so without question and felt him kneel behind her, his bones aching already from resting on such an uncomfortable surface. His hands moved to her head and his fingers dug into her scalp as best as they could. She grunted a little and he placed a palm on her forehead, forcing her back a little bit. "I promise I won't mess up your hair." She relented a little and let her body slump slightly, cherishing his ministrations. She let out a moan as she felt some of the tension dissipating and her hands scrunched into fists as she fought delicately along the pleasure and pain she was sensing.

He leant forward slightly and brushed his lips against the shell of her ear. "You know..." His voice was deep and coarse, and she felt a surge of wetness stream into her panties at the sound of it, his breath caressing her skin. "I know one other very good way of getting rid of a headache." He was crooning to her now, his lips and tongue dangerously close to the hot skin behind her ear. A hand that was in her hair trailed down the side of her face, dragging itself across her bottom lip, before settling on her breast. His finger and thumb sought out her nipple through her vest and bra and she felt him smile against her neck when he discovered them to be hard. He pinched sharply and she gasped, throwing her head backwards so she was leaning against his chest.

"We can't... David... This is a public path." His hand was squeezing her entire mound now in steady motions, and she couldn't prevent the moan that escaped her parted lips.

"It's closed off to the public for the filming." His teeth latched onto a soft patch of skin where her neck met her shoulder and she shivered. He licked the offending wound to soothe his bite and purrs back into her ear. "We're alone." Her legs unfolded from their Indian stance and she stood up next to him, hand outstretched towards him.

"Then at least walk a little while with me." She was breathing heavy and she doubted her ability to walk far without crumbling, and she raked her eyes down his body, settling them on the tenting of his jeans. He stood next to her, letting a finger linger on her cheek before walking further into the woods. She followed closely behind, breathing out through her mouth loudly.

They found a large tree and he stilled next to it, looking back the way they came.

"Better?" She nodded quietly and accepted his hand. His grip became firm as he spun her around, roughly pushing her against the trunk. She let out a gasp as he placed his lips over her clothed nipple. Her hands went into his hair, pushing his head closer to her body, and he swiftly pulled the straps of her tank and bra down her arms. She groaned as she felt the air hit her exposed breasts, but it turned to a yelp as she soon felt the harsh tug of his teeth surrounding her right nipple.

"Fuck, David."

He pulled at the plaid shirt that was tied loose around her hips and it dropped to the ground as his nimble fingers moved onto the button on her jeans. Within seconds he was drawing down the zipper and pushing his hand underneath her panties, already finding them soaked. She moaned as his fingers started a steady pumping, spreading her wetness across her folds, seeking entrance inside of her.

He pushed two fingers in and she stifled a groan, her body moving up and down against the tree with the force of his fingers' thrusts. His mouth moved to her other breast and he bit down hard again, timing it with an unexpected swipe of her clit. She screamed and bucked her hips into him, encouraging his fingers to pump quicker and quicker into her. He withdrew his mouth from her breast and stood up so he was towering over her. Her back was arched towards him, her jaw slack and eyes hooded with desire as she rested against the tree. His thumb pressed against her clit again and she spasmed, one of her hands grasping onto his shoulders.

He removed his slick fingers from inside of her and she groaned in complaint, licking her dry lips. His fingers moved through the loops of her jeans and pulled down, settling them around her thighs. Her panties were next, until her glistening folds were bare before him in the summer heat. She could see the desire in his eyes and she moved her free hand to grab at the bulge in his jeans. He hissed through his teeth but moved his hips back out of her grasp.

"This is all about you Gilly." His fingers found her centre again and he drew circles around her aching clit, a steady stream of moans escaping her full lips. He slipped two wet digits back inside her again and rocked them up and down, curling his knuckles inside of her to reach her sensitive skin. Her legs spread as wide as they could with her thighs and calves still trapped in her jeans and she braced her hand on his arm that was roughly rubbing up and down her body.

They both knew this would be short and not-so-sweet, her body desperately seeking a release that would take her mind off her aches and pains. She closed her eyes to the outside world as she felt his fingers brush against a patch of skin inside of her that made her shiver.

"Yeah... David... That..."

He moved against it with more force, his fingers pumping against it quicker and with more intensity, and her own finger travelled down her body to pinch at her hardened clit in time with his strokes. She was mewing louder, her head resting on his chest as he muffled her moans from any preying ears. He felt her walls begin to flutter against his fingers and on his last thrust he pushed his third digit into her warm, wet confines. Her body shook and she yelled into his t-shirt, the arm around his shoulder grasping tightly to his neck. His fingers stayed inside of her, slowly moving in and out as she came down from her high, and his other arm that was resting against the bark of the tree moved to her hair, pressing her closer to him.

The air was musky and the only sounds were the distant chirps of birds and their joined heavy breathing. He moved his fingers from inside her and she sighed, suddenly feeling empty. Her eyes closed and she rested her head against the rough tree behind her, still panting from the exertion. She felt his wet fingers probe her parted lips and she gladly took them inside her mouth, sucking off her own taste. Her eyes opened and she stared at his towering figure as he slowly pushed his fingers in and out of her mouth. He removed them with a soft pop and swiftly replaced them with his tongue, his lips fitting over hers with the finesse of twenty years practice. He drank in her own juices and moaned, pressing himself into her.

She gasped as she felt the hard tenting of his jeans rub against her exposed midriff and broke the kiss.

"Let me." Her voice was small, still wispy as she struggled to regain her normal breathing pattern. He shook his head, caressing her chin and swooped down to steal another kiss.

"I'm good." He stroked the sides of her waist before dragging her soaking panties up her shaky legs and doing the same with her jeans. Her body was boneless as he pulled her tight jeans over the globes of her firm ass and the motions of his attempts to clothe her jolted her awake as he attempted to button her up. She shimmied her hips a little to help him and jumped on the spot, trying to wiggle her ass into the denim and giggled at the furrow in his brow.

"Just how the fuck do you get into these things." She smiled and her hands went around his neck and he used the belt loops to tug the waistband up higher. Finally he was able to zip her up and do the button and she kissed him as thanks. His hands travelled from the waistband down to her ass and he squeezed. "I'm not complaining though, your ass looks amazing in these." She grinned into their kiss, feeling his hands travel lower. She knew what to expect so she reached onto her tip toes, securing her arms tighter around his neck as he bent lower and picked her up off the ground. Her legs immediately moved around his waist as he carried her back to the bench, laughing as he stumbled over the overgrown roots and twines.

He placed her down on the bench and stretched, wiping his still wet hand on his jeans. She smirked at him and he shrugged, bending over her to kiss her cheek.

"All better now?"

Her body buzzed in the afterglow of her orgasm and she smiled as she noticed the tight sting of her headache had disappeared. She nodded her head, a sated forming on her plump lips. Then her eyes widened and she jumped up, her hands pushing against his chest so he stumbled back.

"Nelson!" She screamed, her lips pursing for a sharp whistle. "Nelson! Here boy!" She ran a little down the path on legs that wouldn't cooperate, searching through the thick foliage. "C'mon Nelson!"

He joined in and the chorused together, shouting for their canine friend. His voice bellowing louder than hers. He tried to whistle but only managed a blast of air passing through his lips. She smiled back at him despite her worry and he offered her a sheepish smile. "Nelson! Come back to Mommy and Daddy!" She grimaced at his high pitched voice and choice of words and travelled further down the path.

"Nelson!" One more whistle and she was pleased to hear the soft pitter patter of four legs moving towards her. Her body slumped with relief as she spun around as saw Nelson casually standing next to a tree. She crouched down nearer to his height, her arms open wide for him. "Come here Nelson. Come on honey." He slowly walked over to her outstretched arms and planted himself on the floor as she started stroking his fur.

David walked over to them both and placed his hand on her shoulder, ruffling Nelson's short hair.

"We should probably head back to camp. Maybe they heard us shouting Nelson." She looked up at him from her position.

"Oh and they didn't hear my orgasm?" She smiled up at him and he shook his head from side to side, trying to control his giddy laughter.

"Nah, although they might see a suspicious saliva mark on my shirt from when you buried your head there and screamed." She blushed and ducked her head as he pointed to the darkened, wet patch of material just above his left pectoral. She stood up, still looking down at Nelson and straightened her back groaning. She took one glance at the slight bump in his jeans and cocked her head.

"You gonna be okay?"

He started walking back towards the crew and Nelson trotted after him, leaving her stranded in the middle of the path.

"As long as you stop groaning and fix the straps on you bra, I'll be fine." She quickly put her arms back into her tank top and bra, adjusting it to fit around her breasts. "Oh, and walk behind me. If I have to look at that tight ass of yours swaying in front of me I don't think I'll make it nine yards."

She laughed and started to walk before careening off again towards the tree. "Hold on I just need my shirt!" She bent over to pick it up off the ground. He watched her ass stick up in the air and imagined all the other circumstances where she had bared herself to him that way, normally sans clothing. He turned away from her and groaned, Nelson standing next to his legs.

"Goddammit."

[foxgrovebooks]

happy birthday

a gillovny ficlet

rated T

what's the best birthday gift you've ever received?

this is purely a work of fiction!

y’all can read it on ao3 here! enjoy!

2012

His phone chimes quietly on the counter and he looks over at the text message from Melanie. He can see his kids sitting on the sofa, West playing on her phone and Kyd trying his hardest to distract her.

LOOKS LIKE SOMEBODY SENT YOU A LATE BIRTHDAY PRESENT. CALL ME.

He pulls his shirt collar away from his neck and stands up from his spot at the kitchen bar. "You kids ready to go?" He heard some dismissive grunts in reply and nods even though their back is to him. "I just gotta make a quick phone call, but put on your shoes. The table is reserved for 8." He pads into the safety of his bedroom before dialling Melanie's number, and he sits on the edge of the bed waiting for her to pick up.

"Happy Birthday Duchovny." He smiles at her warm voice. "Sorry this is a late call, I was going to try and avoid you entirely and let you have the day to yourself, I know you've got the kids."

"It's no trouble. Was the late birthday gift yours?" He can hear her chuckle on the end of the line and he relaxed slightly. He didn't care much for birthdays anymore, it was only a day that reminded him of how old he was getting.

"No actually. I hate to ask you so outright but... are you fucking Gillian again?" He certainly wasn't expecting that, and any tension that left his body surges back, leaving him breathless.

"Uh... um. Why do you ask?" His voice is shaky and he feels himself getting a little hot. He would be lying if he said he wasn't bothered by the fact that Gillian hadn't called him or sent him anything for his birthday. They'd been falling in and out of each other's beds for the past few months and he was sure it meant something more to them both than when they did it in the nineties.

"Just answer the question David. You know I won't judge. I know you and Gillian have always had a special relationship, and I wouldn't ask if it was just personal curiosity." She takes a deep breath and he begins pacing. "But I'm asking now as your publicist. Is something going on between you two?"

He stops still in his room and looks out his window to the view of New York, the sun still high in the summer sky. He hadn't told anyone about Gillian and him, not his kids, or his mother, or any of his friends and coworkers. "Yes. There's... something going on, but don't ask me to label it because I have no idea."

"Okay." She pauses again and he can hear her thinking. "Did you know her relationship with Mark was on the rocks? I mean... of course it's on the rocks if you're doing... something. But, seriously on the rocks?"

"She'd told me that things weren't good between them. I assumed as much, but we haven't really spoken about it." She murmurs through the phone and he sighs. "Why?"

"Because she's just announced she's left him to the press. On your birthday." He feels like someone just punched him in the gut, and he can't quite understand why. He should be happy, shouldn't he?

"She... she didn't tell me she was going to do that."

"I thought so. I knew you'd have talked her out of it. Announcing it on your birthday David... it's a dangerous game. If she's trying to send you a message she's also sending it to the entire world. It'll get the rumour mill going again. Just... whatever you're doing with her, if you want it to stay a secret, I'd lay low for a while. The last thing you need is a picture of the two of you together after she announces that bombshell on your birthday."

"It could be a coincidence." His voice is weak and he's struggling to comprehend everything this small, yet mighty, move could mean.

"Coincidence my ass. This is Gillian for crying out loud. You know she likes to stir up trouble." He nods to the empty room and sighs again. "I'm sorry for telling you this now, but I thought you had the right to know. As your publicist, you know I need to know this so I can deny effectively. I don't want to know every number in your little red book but this is Gillian... if some smart ass gossiper connects the dots then I need to make an informed statement on your behalf. I don't want to go denying things not knowing whether they're true or not."

"I understand, don't feel bad for asking. You needed to know."

"Okay... well. I'll leave you to it David. I hope you have a great evening with the kids." He manages a smile and a small laugh.

"Yeah... I'll tell them you said hi."

//

He could hardly concentrate during the meal despite his efforts to talk with his children, his mind constantly flickering back to Gillian. But he had a good night overall, the food was delicious and the company even better, and it isn't until later when he's alone in his bed that he lets his forced smile drop. His fingers pick up his phone and click on her number before he thinks otherwise.

"Hello?" Her voice is laden with sleep and it makes him ache for the lazy mornings they'd recently shared in LA.

"Gillian." He clears his throat and suddenly cannot think of what to say. He doesn't know why he called her. He doesn't even know what he wants to hear.

"Hey... David." He hears her yawn and he remembers that it must be in the middle of the night for her.

"I'm sorry. It's late where you are, I'll call back some other time."

"No no, that's fine..." There's a pregnant silence between them both and he imagines her lying on her bed, hair mussed from sleep and eyes glassy. "Happy Birthday." She sounds so small, like she's admitting a big secret, and he can't help but smile. He looks over at the clock that brightly tells him that it's twenty minutes past midnight.

"You missed it G-woman. My birthday ended twenty minutes ago." She groans slightly and he can hear the rustle of her sheets as she adjusts herself.

"I'm sorry... I don't know why I didn't call you... It's not like this birthday is any different to all the others, I should have at least dropped you an email like I normally do." He stays silent and listens to the sound of her still bedroom, his phone laid next to him on the pillow on speakerphone.

"I got your birthday present." Immediately her breath hitches and she makes a small noise in the back of her throat. "It was very... thoughtful. Or at least it made me think a lot." He hears her hum quietly. "I don't... Why...? I mean... Dammit I don't really know what to say." She chuckles and he smiles despite his confused emotions. "Did you... did you do it for me?"

"Of course." She doesn't miss a beat, her voice stronger now. "I know it wasn't the smartest move, and trust me my PR team told me time and time again not to do it but... I just... it felt right. The press had to know sometime and I guess I was too afraid to tell you that..." Her voice trails off and she becomes frail again.

"Tell me what?" He's intrigued but not letting his eagerness show through his tone. He doesn't want to scare her off.

"Tell you that I want to move forward.. with you. Tell you that it's totally over between Mark and I and that I want to... I want to..."

"Want to what?" They're whispering now despite the fact they wouldn't wake anyone up.

"I want to be with you... more... in a... more... um... involved way... Damn this isn't easy." She laughs off her discomfort and he joins in, his quiet giggles echoing through his empty room.

"We've never been good at communicating verbally, hm?" He can hear the sound of her head shaking against the covers and he's reminded of a time where their fights and disagreements were solved with a quick fuck, and I love you's were replaced with scorching kisses. They were almost living in denial with each other, and he vowed to never reach that point with her again. "I think we need to get better at talking about things together, but I do feel like we should do it face to face, rather than over the phone, and especially not at 5am in the morning."

"Yeah..." She sighs and he can hear the tight grasp of sleep begin to take her. "I wish I was with you now. I'd give you a birthday kiss." She sounds like a teenager talking to her high school crush, and he looks over at the blank space next to him in his double bed.

"Soon, okay? I'll come to London. We can exchange belated birthday kisses."

"I'd like that..." Her voice drifts off and she yawns for a second time.

"Go to sleep Gillian. We'll talk soon, I promise."

"Okay. Speak soon." Her goodbye is punctuated by another big yawn. "Happy belated birthday G-man." Her breaths become even and deep, and he stays on the line with her for a few minutes, imagining her soft sleepy breathing is coming from next to him, rather than two thousand miles away. He finally hangs up the call and puts his phone back on the bed side table.

He falls asleep watching the space he always leaves for her, and in his dreams, he's sleeping next to her, the covers around their naked bodies adding no heat in comparison to her warm embrace.

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