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Title: Unknown (NEED IDEAS)
Author: Eliz
Spoilers: all things--> couch scene (I changed the last little
actions cause I though it would have been sweet)
Keywords: MSR
Summary: M&S on Mulder's couch. Some of Mulder' thoughts
Disclaimer: *sigh*.....isn't this part really boring...ahh well. ALL 
characters are CC's but the story line is Gillian's (all things I mean) By 
the way..GILLY ROCKS!!!!!
  GO GILLY!!! FIRST WOMAN TO WRITE AND DIRECT THE SAME EP!!!!!
okay....calming down. You get the picture.
Authors notes: While I was watching the end scene I kept on saying "Mulder! 
Kiss HER!!!!!" So, I though it would be cool if I wrote it in. Enjoy!!

On with the show

Pleasure...
   There are so many different ways to say it, wouldn't you think? Enjoy, 
relish, rapture, bliss, heaven, love. All words, all letter out together to 
create a word we would read, or say or write or even sometimes sing. 
Feeling; affection, emotion, sympathy, sensation.
    Is this all I can feel? Words that drift through my mind as I sit here, 
with you beside me. Such a late hour could indeed become a much more early 
one soon enough. But I cannot disfavour the choice you have come to. The 
relief it had brought me to know that you can rely on me for anything. You 
have me in awe when you speak. The soft tones of your voice seduce my 
senses into feeling ever more in debt to God for letting us be together.
   But for some reason today you are different; you allow yourself to be 
over powered by emotion, by ecstasy unknown to your being. Is that why 
you're here with me tonight? To see if you can reclaim your faith on simple 
things instead of all things?

   Coming back from my questioning riven you look at me with trust that has 
only come by moments like these.  As the tea on the table begins to get 
colder, the time passes, only recorded by the small clock on my desk. We do 
not care how many moments maybe wasted on such a well known story that has 
been untold to us for many years now. It is being unveiled now. There is no 
great loss, the black couch that supports both our burdens we carry on our 
shoulders each day, becomes only more comfortable as time passes. The hour 
has become earlier and our bodies more tired.

   I continue to talk, low tones is all that is produced from my lips, 
not  intentionally but by habit. It almost drowns out the sounds of the 
room; my fish tank, the clock, the fridge, your breathing, your heartbeat. 
I can only imagine you listening, your mind processing what I might or 
might not be saying. All I know is that you are listening and that gives me 
even the smallest ping of bliss. I know that outside that stars are 
countless in number, bright in the heavens. They lie there so untouched, so 
exquisite; it reminds me that the only explainable  peace I can ever find 
in this world and maybe even the next; lies deep within you eyes.
   When I turn to look into them that are impermeable, shut out to the rest 
of the world but the one that one of your dreams. As you drift farther away 
into slumber, I admire you, your perfectly sculpted hair that graces your 
cheek. I tuck an arrogant strand behind your ear, my finger tips graze over 
the warmth of your face. I dare to breach beyond the untouchable, to only 
wish and dream. I know now why we must treasure moments like these. Why 
time slows down when, when moments become minutes; when time is an endless 
supply like matter or energy. Only then do we see truly see what the nature 
of our desire and the truth. When watching you give in to your somnolent 
temptation becomes a heavenly kingdom in my only veracity.
   To awake you now would only bring me to shame. So I think exclusively 
for your comfort, reaching for the blanket behind you, covering your small, 
sleeping form with it's softness.

   If only you were to know the simplicity of the admiration and 
benevolence I have for you. If you could only see how much I loath to you 
in grief, so easily it comes to you. I don't want you taken away from true 
felicity, I don't want you to breathe with wonderment, with distrust. If I 
could take away all those things from you, I would before another breath 
from your mouth. Before that is to happen, all I can do is be sure no more 
pain comes upon you. All I can do is pull the blanket over you and wish 
that your dreams are sweet and will not haunt you in daylight.

   I feel dared to break our barrier before I leave to the place of my 
dreams, a place where there in no pain for us. A place where there are 
endless fields of flowers and every night there is a full moon. I gently 
place my lips on your forehead to plant a soft kiss. Then I look at your 
beautiful face once more and then leave you in the arms of Morpheus. I look 
out at the sky tonight and I am reminded of something you once said to me: 
'sic itur ad astra' Such is the way of the stars. That is what you are to 
me. You are my way to the heavens, to happiness.
   I now know pleasure.

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There it is.
Feed back!!!!!!!!

CSM: You would die for Mulder. But you wouldn't allow yourself to love him.
                ----En Ami