Any Day
by Lisa Cole
E-mail: gilly1013@hotmail.com
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Category: V, post-ep for Requrium, Songfic
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Requrium (DUH) =) Slight references to FTF, The Field Where I Died, and Triangle
Summary: I HAD to delve deeper into that shippilicious bed scene!! I know, more sap and metaphors. Just what you wanted!!
Disclaimer: Last time I checked, I didn’t surf, and my name wasn’t Chris, so I guess that means they’re not mine. I’m not Ani either.
Thanks: To Toni. Thanks so much for your feedback on Pulse!! Here’s another treat!!

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And you can come rushing in
You can rush in so hard
And make it so I can't breathe
I breathe too much anyway
I can do that any day
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The dizziness came fast. But the nausea came even faster. It was quite a long day, and I was about to slip into my pajamas when the symptoms came. Deja vu, I thought, as I hurried to your room. Hadn’t I done this before? But here I was.

The moment you opened the door, I could see that your face was flooded with concern. A look I was accustomed too, but unlike all the other times I didn’t halfway resent it. I needed it. It was nice to know someone cared for me. And I was finally ready to accept that fact.

I told you what happened, and the concern in you stayed there. You asked if we should call a doctor, but the truth was, all I really needed was you. I proceeded to climb into your bed, an action that I couldn’t see myself doing, not even five months ago, but I was doing it. I’m not ashamed anymore to admit I need your touch. I knew you and your boldness would follow me. You were never ashamed to admit that you needed me. It was always you who spoke first, spoke of how much I meant to you; the hallway, the hospital room, and many others.

We were soon snuggled together like kittens, like the lovers we should have been so long ago, but were too absorbed in ourselves to admit. You threw tiny collisions of breath into my ear, and I became so scared. You said it wasn’t worth it. How could you say that? After all this? But no. You were just expressing your love for me, telling me how much more I deserved. Mulder, there is nothing more than you. I told you before and I’ll tell you again, I wouldn’t change a thing. If I could get back everything I lost, and not have met you, I wouldn’t do it. I just wouldn’t. Looking back, I know I would have just had a boring, unfullfilling, unexciting life. No passion. No substance. You give me that Mulder. You are my passion. My life.

So you talk to me, and you breathe on me, you kiss my hair. Oh, it’s so exhilarating, having your heat against me. I am soothed, like a baby. But I am not a baby Mulder. I am a woman. With wants and desires and needs.

So I maneuver my body to face you. I miss your hands around me, but what is to come is ten times better. I take your face in my hands, almost violent, and I whisper “It is so worth it, Mulder.”And you come rushing in. You rush in so hard. And make it so I can't breathe. I breathe too much anyway. I can do that any day. This I cannot do any day, though I hope I can soon.

And you touch my lips to your mouth, my tongue slips in naturally, and after, you say “Yes, it is.”