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|    [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.              =====              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~                                                                      ------------------------ Yahoo! Groups Sponsor --------------------~-->       Know an art & music fan? Make a donation in their honor this holiday season!       http://us.click.yahoo.com/.6dcNC/.VHMAA/Zx0JAA/QsMolB/TM       --------------------------------------------------------------------~->              AXF is your list for ALL X-Files Fanfic... all genres, all characters, all       ratings.               Automatic newsgroup posting too! http://groups.yahoo.com/group/all-xf       Yahoo! Groups Links              <*> To visit your group on the web, go to:        http://groups.yahoo.com/group/all-xf/              <*> To unsubscribe from this group, send an email to:        all-xf-unsubscribe@yahoogroups.com              <*> Your use of Yahoo! Groups is subject to:        http://docs.yahoo.com/info/terms/              --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05        * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)    |
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