A Perfect Match by Harrison Coin

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DISCLAIMER: X-Files and all related characters, except Virginia Prop ofCarter, Fox, 1013 and the Grey Aliens. They are being used illegally, but whoopie shit, ask me if I care!

WARNING: NC-17. If you're under 18 or sexually repressed, you shouldn't read this. Have fun anyway.

AUTHOR'S NOTES: This story will be the first in a series that focuses not on Mulder and Scully but instead on the supporting cast, starting with the Lone Gunmen and specifically Langly. It's a sequel of sorts to "Setup", as the rest of the series will be. Be forewarned, S&M appear only briefly in this story; Langly and his crappy dating life and it's sudden turn for the MUCH better is the focus here. This story continues from "Setup".

A Perect Match by Harrison Coin

"Hi, Mulder, what's up?"

"Nothing much, Scully's busy and I sort of wanted to apologize for last week."

"Well, I guess we learned the hard way." Ouch, bad choice of words. langly still remembered the stripper Mulder had sicced on him.

"I think I can make it up to you. Langly, you really need to get laid."

"You're telling....HEY!"

Mulder chuckled into the line, but it was clear he was serious. "I can give you some tips. For starters, never use pick-up lines."

Langly pulled over a notepad. "Got it."

"Don't look at her body, look at her face."

So that's what you do, Langly thought, and circled it twice.

"And above all, try to keep the conversation neutral. Any computerspeak and you're out the door."

"Gotcha. So, what's Scully so busy with?"

Mulder groaned.

Langly smiled as he realized what, and hung up.

Well, Mulder's tips worked to some extent. He actually had a good conversation going with a few women, and then they excused themselves to go to the bathroom and didn't come back. Beats getting called a geek, he thought. Finally, at the end of the night, he was ready to call it quits.

And then he noticed someone. A woman, sitting in a highcut, but still flattering outfit, crying. Langly, figuring maybe he could help, walked over and said, "Hi."

The woman looked up. "Hi. I don't want a drink."

"Good thing, I heard drinking doesn't help much when you're depressed." He wondered why she had a crew-cut when she'd look so much better with long hair. Her wire-frame glasses glinted in the light of some wan bulbs.

"Well, tell my asshole boyfriend that. I'm sure he won't give a shit."

Langly had a sinking sensation. She had just been dumped, and an annoying little man called Ethics came on to the field and yelled "No sex, moron, that'd be like raping her!" Great. Well, maybe he could get her to stop crying.

"I take it he wasn't particularly nice about it. Just see you later, have a nice life."

"You've been dumped before too, huh?"

"Once or twice. Mostly for talking about modems instead of sports."

She smiled. "Yours a 56.8?"

His head shot up, surprised. "No, a 78.4 kbps."

"Blastoff graphics card?"

Holy shit, she knows her computers. "No, a Medusa. Have you tried the new 20x CD drives?"

"Move like dreams. Almost a gig per minute, I'm installing one in my computer tomorrow."

"Wow. Hi, I'm Langly."

"Virginia."

They talked shop for a while more in the bar, and then got kicked out. They wandered the streets of Georgetown for a while, until dawn, and finally they arrived at her place, which Langly noted was five minutes walk from the warehouse.

"I'd invite you up, but I need to go to work."

Langly checked his watch. 7:30. "So do I, computer programming. Want to see a movie tomorrow, I heard Event Horizon is really good."

"Sounds great. See you!"

"Bye!" Langly smiled all the way to the warehouse.

Frohike couldn't help noticing Langly's generally happy mood. "Langly, did you get laid last night?"

"Nope."

Byers and Frohike exchanged a look, shrugged and went back to their terminals to hack a new software prog for their latest client, Dallas Reprogramming Terminal Design, based in Dallas, New Mexico. Hopefully some harder espionage would fall in their laps soon, they were getting bored.

But all through the day, Frohike couldn't help noticing that Langly didn't look up any new porno sites during the day. Not once.

"Celibacy or true love." Frohike thought and went back to work.

"Mulder, I really need your help."

"Okay, what now?"

Langly spilled his guts. He told all about Virginia, what she wanted him to do, at least he thought she did, Mulder asked for the signs and said she definitely wanted him.

"But I don't know how to make her come."

"Okay, hold on, let me put Scully on...."

There ensued a bit of conversation, Mulder saying something about doing it later, and then mentioning why Langly had called. After she had extracted some sort of promise from him, she came on the line and told Langly exactly what he needed to do. Langly religiously wrote it all down, and smiled at the fact that Scully began talking haltingly and was moaning as he hung up.

She knew women who would have slapped Langly for doing what he was. She admitted it was sort of forward, but he was so dense (out-of-touch, she corrected herself) that he barely knew the signs. Still, she'd never quite felt this way before....

Langly, not being the best at this, ran his finger over her lips while he looked for the clit. Being carefully not to stop motion, he touched her clit and began rubbing carefully, and then harder as she responded with a cry of pleasure. All of a sudden her dress with a pool of cloth on the floor, and she was gloriosul naked in front of him. Langly put his mouth to her clit, and began sucking. She half-crouched, half-fell on the bed, and began working on his shirt.

Soon, he was nude, and their mutual arousal was so obvious that Langly just slid in, marvelling at the strength of her muscles in there. For her part, she was surprised, sweetly, moaning and raking her nails across his back.

She came explosively, screaming and with every muscle in her body tightening, which brought Langly over the edge. He exploded in turn, and then they both relaxed, before starting again.

"Uh, hi, Byers. I'm not going to be in today..."

"Okay, Langly, I bite, where are you?"

"Somewhere special. Just do without me, Byers, I haven't had a vacation in a while, and I think a day off is allowed..."

Then Byers heard a feminine giggle in the background.

"Okay, Langly, take the day off. Good luck, you'll need it."

Frohike's eyebrows were nearly in his hairline.

"Dare I ask?"

"I think Langly has a girlfriend."

Frohike's look of surprise was mirrored by Langly, five minutes away. The perfect beginning, he thought, to a perfect day.

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