Subj:   xfc: Senses ... By Charlie 910 and Robin-X- Ray
Date:   Thu, 8 Jun 2000 9:13:33 PM Eastern Daylight Time
From:   "Christine Bartholomew" 
To:   xfc-atxc@egroups.com

Senses Š
By Charlie 910 and
Robin-X-Ray
Disclamier: Not ours. Never were.
Rating: Pg-13 For a little to much sense.
Spoilers: Post requiem.
Archieve: Yes just let us know
Category: MSR, Angst
Notes: She is wonderful. The best writing partner there is.
Feed back is a food group. You can visit our site with lots of fics
together and separate at
www.geocities.com/charbin fic

There are five normal senses everyone accepts. He knew there to be at
least one more;  his Scully sense. It was undeniable. He could feel
her when she"s miles away, he could hear her when she was nowhere
to
be found.

He could taste her kiss on his lips after days of separation. Mostly
he could smell her every where; on his jacket, in his car, in his
bed. And
then, he always saw her in his dreams.

That was his Scully sense.

He had thought of her the entire time he was away from her. Hardly
nothing else had  managed to keep his thoughts. His imprisonment was
only making it worse. He had only had a little taste of her. Just a
hand full of times to tantalize his memory, yet it was enough to set
him a fire.

Mulder starred at the ceiling. Just white. Plain. Nothing to capture
his mind. Just a pure white light. Like the white of Scully"s eyes
captured around two peaceful blue orbs.  He watched the ceiling as
her form began to
appear. First it was just a silhouette of her face. Then her hair.
That ever fiery
red hair of hers. She could entice him just by brushing the silky
strands. Slowly her form became more present. He could see the
outline of her shoulders and her hips. Then he saw those beautiful
feet emerge from the white void.

He laid on that cold steel slab of a bed and began to remember.

Mulder traveled back to his apartment to a night that was like many
more to come to him.  He had thought he could see the rooms of his
apartment so vividly. They had just finished a dinner that he had
made, which Scully had
endured very tactfully. He smiled at the thoughts of her trying to
chew his steak.  It had been so tough he could barely manage, but she
ate every bite. He smiled more as he remembered her excusing her self
from the dishes and going to tidy up a bit. "I guess she felt I
deserved to clean the mess up my self." Mulder said to himself.

When he turned off the water he could her the shower running and his
heart skipped a beat. He dried his hands on his jeans as he walked
into his bedroom.

Her favorite pj's were laying on top of his chair. As he entered his
room he could smell the scents coming from the shower and all of his
senses awakened in a rush. His body replied to the scent of her body
wash. That bottle of
honey almond bath wash had only been in his shower stall for two
weeks. However he new the smell long before. He could always tell
if   Scully had gotten to work before him. He could smell her when he
stepped into the elevator, she was a mixture of scents that he had
became  very aware of and accustomed.

The smell of her peach shampoo was stifling. He sat in the chair
across from the door of his bathroom laid his head back and closed
his eyes, breatheing her in slowly. The shower stoped and he heard
the oil bottle open. He loved the fragence of the wild flowers in the
oil she put on her back. He could see her standing there in his mind.
The door to the bathroom was closed but he had  memorized her body
the first time she had given it to him. He saw her towel herself off
leaving just enough moisture on her skin
to cause a chill.

She opened the door and smiled at him as she walked over to his
dresser and got her bag. She had only left a few things of hers in
his apartment pleading  that they both still needed space. Mulder
totally disagreed. He wanted everything of hers to be in his
apartment.

She sat on the side of his bed and opened her bag, still clad only in
the thin towel. Mulder could never have imagined that he would be
jealous of a towel. She pulled out her face cream and then her body
lotions. She was so maticulous. She had lotions for everything: her
hands, her feet, her alabaster face. Mulder watched as she began to
adminster her nightly regiment of beauty aides, puzzled why she even
needed them... her body was already silky soft.

He watched as she poured lotion into her hand and then massaged it
into her hands, along her legs, and up her thighs. His eyes were
fascinated as she turned her back to him and dropped the towel to
massage the lotions into her hips and stomach, along her shoulders.
She crossed the distance between them and retrived her clothing.
Planting a small kiss on his check. Mulder's eyes never left her body.

She was toying with him a little and he knew it. He knew and he
enjoyed.

Mulder watched as she tied the drawstring of her pants. She only
buttoned two  buttons on her top. Then she picked all her lotions up
save for one. She opend the little jar and slid her fingers deep
inside. She pulled them back
out then rubbed the cream over her face. In quick circles. It was
over almost before it had began. Mulder had almost stopped breathing.
He exhaled and inhaled the new scents she had released into the air.
She placed the little
jar in her bag and then she pulled out her brush. Mulder heart leaped
into his chest.

"I'll do it."

She smiled at him, handed him the brush and turned away from him on
the bed. Mulder sat down behind her, running his fingers through her
half dry hair. He began to brush the satiny strands, enjoying the
scents in the room that
she emitted. She had him completely intoxicated.
Mulder moved the brush slowly through Scully"s hair, loving the
texture and
temperature on his hands.  He moved meticulously, wanting to savor
the sense
of touch...oh how he wanted to lean down and taste her neck.
Refusing the temptation just yet, he continued to languish in the
feel of her tresses, in the sight of the hair falling down her neck,
over her ears.

Her breathing was deep, her back expanding to pull in the
oxygen...Mulder fell in love with the sight of her backbone moving to
accomadate the air in her lungs.  He softly moved his other hand down
her spine, a tickling sensation overtaking his control as the silk
from her pajamas riding through
into his nerves.

His own breath caught in his throat as Scully turned around to face
him, taking the brush out of his hand, watching his other move across
her waist and then up to her cheek.  A faint satisfied smile appeared
but then hid
underneath the passion in her eyes.  Mulder felt his lungs burn as he
held his breath longer than allowed.

"You"re breathing heavily Mulder..."  she purred, "is
everything
alright?"

Her eyes burrowed into his, impacting him with her blue orbs.  The
smells of vanilla, the oils, the mix of lotions and cream....god how
his senses were overloaded.

Mulder's mind returned to the present. He saw the figure floating
above him disappear. "I love you. Please be safe. I'll be
there soon."

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