MY NOTES: So I'm trying to finish the LAST scene of
my case file, and some blessed saintly human emails
me the MM KISS video clip. I spend the better part of
the morning watching every frame forwards and
backwards, taking screen shots, etc.
(yeah, I got it bad...) and I was so overcome
with warm fuzzies I had to go and write this.
You'll notice it's called Give and Take-I of II...that's
one for Mulder, one for Scully...this one's for Scully.

DISCLAIMER: Okay, here we go. I don't own them,
I'm just borrowing them because the grand high
sci-fiction genius Chris Carter invented them
and I'm horribly envious. So I borrow them and
let them have a break from some of the five plus
years of UST. I think they appreciate it. All
regards to 1013, FOX, and such. No infringement,
no money intended, just fun for my squirrely little
mind.

FEEDBACK: PLEASE!! Give me a reason for living.
My toil as a magazine editor is sapping the life
out of me! Terma99@aol.com (My friends call me
Sharon)

Give and Take--I (1/1)
by Terma99
 

The sky was dark and impossibly wide over the
flat, still desert landscape. Starlight, pricking
the blackness was hot and sharp dazzling the
expanse. Through it all swirled the unmistakable
backbone of space--the dense glowing Milky Way
clearly defined and delicate, unraveling itself over
them there in the stillness, the silence of the
high desert.

It was beyond silence--quiet beyond breath, no
animal or leaf stirred the air that lay flat hovering,
just cooling with the advancing night, sinking
lower to the stones, the tight tangle of grasses,
the tall, plump and prickled cactus, stretching,
bathing over the vast cover of red sand and dust.

Sensation was condensed, refined, and defined only
by what they brought with them, between them, to
this still and distant place. The only sounds that
journeyed to her ears was the gentle thrumming
of her blood and the answering pulsing beat of the
heart of the man upon whom she reclined--her back
warmed with his closeness and the wrappings of
soft woolen blankets that enveloped them like
gloves.

His long arms pulled her closer, tightening around
her waist drawing her even deeper into his embrace,
taking a gentle hand to tuck her more snugly under
his chin, dipping his head to press a soft kiss into
her hair--leaving his lips there, just breathing. She
turned her head to the side, her cheek caressed by
the weave of his shirt and let herself fall mes-
merized into the low musky scent of him, as she
exhaled and inhaled with the rise and fall of his
chest.

They had driven across the high dry plain into
the fall of night, the open roof of the convertible
allowing the cooling air of the sunbaked day tangle
in their hair as the mesas rolled by. Going nowhere,
everywhere, without restraints, without obli-
gations, into the sublime nothingness. They had
stopped a half mile from the main road, not a road
at all, just a fragment of tire tracks from a long-
forgotten trail to somewhere no one could
remember, bouncing and kicking up stones and
fine dust.

Curled around one another across the backseat,
warmed by blankets, their eyes open to the sky and
to each other--they kissed. A delicious dance of soft
flesh and heated tongues, tasting, stroking, drawing
them into a feverish embrace, fingers entangled in
silky locks of copper upon brown--only to break,
pause, and breathe--hold one another close and warm,
taking in the night air, letting the flame ebb and
still, until once again he drew her hungrily to him
to feed on her sweetness--drawing it from her with
his mouth, his devotion, his need. A low and sensuous
cycle of ardent passion and shared pleasure, subduing
into a languorous pause, subtly punctuated by soft
wet kisses to her chin, nose, and eyelids.

Once again he had drawn back and turning her about,
nestled her small frame before him, so that she lay
back into him secure and protected. It was here that
the stillness began to work itself into her--taking
her away from herself and the gentle ache of her
arousal. She stilled, drifting, but the tension was still
there, just beneath, pulsing seductively, waiting
patiently for her lover to take her beyond at his bid-
ding. Her arms and legs soft and loose, her face turned
against the rise of his chest, she began to drift deli-
cately to sleep.

Carefully and gently his arms loosened and his hands
stole across her body, feeling the gentle curve of
her hips, rising higher, crossing over her waist to
her small shoulders and back down again to begin
the motions over, awakening the skin under her jeans
and soft thin shirt, brushing over her in gentle waves
in a soothing, thoughtful manner--touching her every-
where but where she longed to be touched. And then
as if in response to her wish, his hands moved up and
the warmth of his palms drew over her breasts,
circling, squeezing ever so gently, moving the thin
fabric of her shirt against the lace that lay beneath,
drawing her pink softness into tense peaks of
teased flesh.

She breathed a tentative moan into the silence,
holding herself back for fear of breaking into the
taunt plane of the quiet night, but the feel of his
hands on her was stirring her beyond fear of sound
and she moaned again, her voice filling and rising
into the flatness of the air and up towards the
stars. His hands left her breasts and before she
felt she should protest, stretched lower to the waist
of her jeans and began to loosen them so his long
warm fingers could lift her shirt higher and savor
the soft flesh of her belly, kneading the silky skin
with his thumbs.

*Yes*...she sighed, this is where it begins--and she
arched her back to urge his fingers closer to her
melting center. He pulled back then, bringing his
hands to her arms and gently guided her back against
him.

"Relax..." he whispered. His voice, the first true word
he had spoken for hours was warm and hoarse in her
ear. His hands moving up and down her arms, easing
her, stilling her again.

She nestled once more against his chest, her breath
going from short and fast--to long and deep, her mind
slipping from her.

"Yes..." he breathed, his voice like water over
smoothed stone. "Let it go...go to sleep. Let me touch
you while you sleep."

She opened her eyes and looked up at him, "M...?"

He silenced her with a kiss. "Trust me," he said, his
eyes gray and dark and wide against the shimmering
sky. He kissed her again soft and warm, his lips just
parting hers, breathing into her. "Trust me..."

And letting a deep breath flow from her, she did,
relaxing and curving herself back into his arms.

When her breath began to deepen, he started his care-
ful molding and stroking once again, bringing her body
subtly back to arousal without disrupting her journey
into twilight.

It was lulling her, although she could feel the move-
ments of his hands in every detail, she was slowly
slipping into someplace she had never been for long
--the half-light between consciousness and slumber--
where the mind unhinges, but the sensations of sound,
smell and touch still register at half volume.

His fingers slowly separated and drew her jeans
lower to where he could ease them just over the
swell of her hips. One arm anchored around her waist,
he drew the other flat down her stomach and slipped
under the smooth satin strip of material and threaded
his fingers into her damp curls...

He was assaulted by a hot, deep pull low in his body
that swelled and pulsed in response beneath her. His
hand left her waist and plunged into her hair. His
mouth close to her ear, he raggedly whispered...
"God, you're so wet...I love how wet you always are
for me." And his teeth nipped the soft flesh of her
earlobe briefly. He let go of a sigh and stopped, drop-
ping his lips to her shoulder, giving himself a silent
command to disengage--this wasn't about him
tonight--he had already decided--this was something
he wanted for her.

She remained lax against him despite his nip, willing
herself to stay deliciously adrift as she felt his arm
return to her waist and his fingers slip lower and
caress her, petting her sex like a kitten--it was at
once both arousing and relaxing and she felt herself
begin to give into it passively, letting the sensations
float through her as they may, to whatever direction
they might take.

He tenderly spread her moist lips apart and slipped
one long finger between, dragging against the side
of her burning nub, just glancing it before smoothing
past again, into the neighboring folds of sensitive swol-
len flesh, slowly, methodically--a glancing ballet
of ecstasy.

It took no small effort on her part to remain still
under his ministrations, the somnolence that had
overtaken her was being seriously threatened by a
deeper denser hunger. A hunger to be entered, filled,
possessed by this man--almost against her will, her
hips spasmed upward, urging.

His finger stilled and the hand around her waist held
her firmly. His lips moved to her ear again murmuring
to her like a lullaby as his hand pulled back and
stroked her belly.

"Shhh...let me do this for you..."

"But...I want to..."

"I know...s'okay. Let it go, baby, let it go..."

He ran a path of slow kisses down her neck to her
shoulder until she sighed against him again, letting
the furious beating of her heart wane, subsiding from
its frantic pace. And then just as easily as before, she
felt herself dipping closer to sleep, understanding
faintly that the altered states of arousal and sleep
are close cousins indeed, one never far from the other.

So close, that when his fingers began their stroking
again she felt herself relating to the sensations in a
more general sense--it wasn't about climbing to a
frenzied point--this was about letting herself be
gently washed over by waves of disassociated
pleasure. He was leading her into a blissful
purgatory where the disjointed images of dream-
land lapped at the hard edge of desire.

Her growing sensations were transcending the mun-
dane, base description of friction upon the wet hot
swollen flesh between her legs and taking on new
symbolism. Instead she imagined the state of her
body like that of a ball of wax held over a flame--
softening, losing its molded shape, drawing down
flatter and wider with gravity until overcome by
heat she began to liquefy and drip away as the flame
slowly consumed her--leaving her vanishing into a
thin glistening sheen.

She imagined she was close, very close to release--
and it would be hers if she would let it be so--but
her half-dream state prevented her from tensing her
muscles and directing her orgasm to the tiny nestle
of nerves embedded in her sex. Instead, her growing
climax was spreading evenly over her body, alighting
and drawing sensation from every nerve, from her
toes to the crown of her head. It shimmered over her
in sensual waves, vibrating, drawing her out of her-
self--she imagined the band of milky starlight above
unzipping thread by thread opening itself up as she
expanded to fill the void, becoming as wide and
smooth and vast as the desert sky, the infinitesimal
points of light pricking her nerves turning her from
dull flesh to pure brilliance, dazzling and brighter
than vision could stand.

This was the imagery her mind orchestrated to accom-
pany the onslaught of physical sensation as her climax
was stretched into one long stream of indescribable
pleasure--a high clear note, coursing steadily,
seamless, refusing to end, refusing to end.

And then the light was calmly extinguished like a cup
over a candle flame--everything went dark, leaving
it its wake a gentle thrumming as the sensations
retreated and the blood in her veins leveled back to
even. The darkness was warm and soft, it surrounded
her and comforted her and called her to it and within
it she broke away from the duality of consciousness
and slipped into dreamless sleep.

She slept now so deeply that she failed to feel the
tender embrace of her lover tightening, encircling
her in his arms, whispering her name into her hair
over and over as the moisture from his eyes glistened
against her cheek like starlight.
 
 

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