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   msnsc21 to All   
   [all-xf] Past Three O'clock by ML   
   29 Dec 05 23:16:11   
   
   From: msnsc21@yahoo.com   
      
   ok to post to newsgroup; I'll post to Goss and Eph.  Thanks.   
      
   December 28, 2005   
   Title: Past Three O'clock   
   Author: ML   
   Email:  msnsc21@yahoo.com   
   Feedback: always welcome   
   Rating: adults only, please   
   Ep frame of reference:  none   
      
   For the BtS Anniversary Challenge.   
      
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   Past Three O'clock   
   by ML   
      
   In the deep, dark night, she closed her eyes and allows her mind   
   to drift.  Recent images replay in her mind's eye.   
      
   She can't begin to put into words how she feels.  Her usually   
   acute mind cannot find the perfect word to describe her present   
   state of being.  Every word she can think of is inadequate.   
      
   Her whole world has changed.  Not quite in the blink of an eye;   
   but faster than she would have dreamed possible, and in a way   
   she'd never anticipated.  Although certainly in the most secret   
   part of her mind, she'd hoped.   
      
   Drowsily, she tries a few words on for size.   
      
   Fulfilled.  It's true, as far as the word can go to describe her   
   present state.  She has been filled, both physically and mentally.   
   The remembrance of Mulder looming above her, the feeling of the   
   first hot slide of him into her, is almost as thrilling as the   
   first-hand experience.  This, however, describes a condition that   
   is temporary, though happily it's also repeatable.   
      
   Peaceful.  Also a temporary condition, she knows.  She has traded   
   urgency, pounding heart and blood, for slow, deep, gentle breaths.   
   The press of warm and naked skin against her has replaced the hard   
   plunge of eager flesh into eager flesh.  Each has its appeal, but   
   this is what she needs right now.  She asks for nothing more.  For   
   the moment, anyway.   
      
   She stifles a giggle.  Like the good scientist that she is, she   
   plans to repeat the results and compare the outcomes as often as   
   is practicable, until she's satisfied that it's real.   
      
   Satisfied certainly fits at this moment.  She's never felt so   
   content, so cared for.  Gone is the undefined longing, the   
   uncertainty of feelings reciprocated.  She hadn't realized how   
   much this had bothered her until he'd made it clear that he'd   
   longed for her just as much, if not more, than she had longed for   
   him.   
      
   The bestower of these sensations stirs slightly beside her.  She   
   wonders how he would describe his feelings.  She'd like to think   
   she's driven his usual facility with words into dormancy, as he   
   has done for her.   
      
   He's turning toward her now, his lips brushing over her cheek.   
   She stretches her arm around to caress his hair as his lips travel   
   over her skin, exposing her breast to his questing hand.  His   
   fingers barely brush over her nipple and it hardens in reaction,   
   responding to his lightest touch.   
      
   She turns toward him, brushing his lips with hers.  His hand   
   stills momentarily in its caress.   
      
   "Don't stop," she whispers into his mouth.  "Don't ever stop."   
      
   "I won't," he murmurs in promise.  His hands move to reacquaint   
   themselves with the curves and secret inner places to which   
   they've recently been introduced.   
      
   She presses closer to him, eager to experience everything again, to   
   complete this melding of bodies and souls.   
      
   Complete.  A word that has seemed banal or cliche in the past, or   
   when others have used it, now seems the best choice of any.  She   
   hums in satisfaction because she's found what she's been looking   
   for.  Not so much the word, but what has happened.  Words are just   
   words.  They can describe, illustrate, and illuminate.  But   
   sometimes they just get in the way.  Right now, actions are so   
   much more important than words.   
      
   ~end~   
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
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