Subj: xfc: NEW: Galileo (1 of 1) S, MSR Date: Fri, 2 Jun 2000 12:16:59 PM Eastern Daylight Time From: "Sarah Stella, starbright_89@hotmail.com To: xfc-atxc@egroups.com Title: Galileo Author: Sarah Stella Distribution: Most anywhere is fine! Gossamer, Ephemeral, Spookys, etc. of course. Anywhere else drop me a line, I donīt bite. Classification: S, MSR Keywords: Mulder POV, post-ep for Requiem Rating: a fairly strong R for sexual situations Spoilers: Really tiny ones for Requiem Summary: "She is as spangled as the sky with the Pleiades on her right hip, Orion's belt on her left. The Milky Way is splashed across the gradual swell of her stomach and upward toward her left breast." --Mulder on Scully Disclaimer: Are they mine? Are they??? Um, no. FEEDBACK: Lovingly embraced! at starbright_89@hotmail.com or come visit my (fairly) brand, spankinī new website (shameless plug) at: www.chickpages.com/fanland/wendydarling1 ***Thanks to Laurie, Angel, Cshuy (I got yer sex right here, baybee!), Alanna, jemirah, Sister Moon, Leslie, January, Kristin, Kelly, Lynn, Mara and Sparky*** As always . . . hugs and kisses and my undying gratitude and admiration to Maria for being my beta (that could be a cheesy song to the tune of "Be my Baby" . . . ) Love ya! *************** Galileo The sky is a body. Or at least I imagine it that way. The vast, black stomach lifts around the ship, swelling and arcing away. I fade in and out of consciousness. There are no windows here. I am weightless, suspended. My vision is fuzzy. I can only make out impressions of shadows--different colors passing in front of my dazzled eyes. Even though I can't find the strength to lift my hand, to feel the ridges against the pads of my fingers, I know Scully's cross is still there. I recognize its small weight brushing timidly along my neck. If I weren't so tired, I'd smile. Instead, I close my eyes. Above me, the stainless steel ceiling melts away, dripping down like ice cream on a hot day. I can see the layers of ship, tiered one on top of the other into seeming infinity. Finally, the last level spreads thin until I can see through it like cellophane, like the thin skin of ice over puddles in winter. That dissolves and then . . . my God. I wonder how astronomers sleep at night, knowing that this beautiful body has curled around us all. The darkness is not velvety as I'd thought it would be. It is remote and more like fine silk--cool and rippling and untouchable. The ship is moving blindingly fast, I'm sure. I can hear the rumble of great machinery beneath me. But it seems that the sky is what's moving, showing off its finery with understandable vanity. Now the body turns, stars burning insanely on its vast hips, trickling down its thighs, toward its feet in a mad procession--each one trying to outdo the others with its brightness. I see a spiral galaxy curling invitingly--almost flirtatiously--at the being's navel. With all apologies to the feminists, the sky is a woman. I think of Scully and her constellations of freckles. Not the ones she covers with makeup but the hidden ones. For years, her freckles whispered their secrets to me, peeping out along her collarbone, descending in sprays down her breastbone. She has a triangle of dots on the inside of her right knee that I was sometimes lucky enough to glimpse if her pantyhose was sheer enough on any given day. The first time I saw her freckles--really saw them--I wanted to run my hands along them, tracing their aimless paths. She is as spangled as the sky with the Pleiades on her right hip, Orion's belt on her left. The Milky Way is splashed across the gradual swell of her stomach and upward toward her left breast. Scully's stomach is firm but soft, a nearly-ripe peach. Finally Scully let me touch her freckles freely and I did, playing my fingers along their curlicues and hidden patterns with her quiet sighs as counterpoint. The music of the spheres. That first time I almost cried, almost dissolved because of the expanse of universe she had held all those years. She touched my hand with her fingertips, brushing along the blue veins there. I touched her bright hair and entered her slowly as a look of amazement spread warmly across her face. The sky-woman has turned again, agitated perhaps with my focus on the memory of Scully. But why would she care about the attention of one small man? I can see the curved valley of her back now, gentle swells of silk flesh. She has an elegant lightly patterned hand-print of stars glowing in the hollow at the small of her back. My hand at Scully's back. The only way I knew her those first years, the only human connection I felt from her sometimes. Horrible times. There's another galaxy--maybe the same one from before, repositioned--below the starry hand. It shines with a beauty that is only bearable because of its distance from me. Closer and I would be blinded. At first I hated Scully's tattoo. Hated the idea of anyone--a stranger--being privy to her skin. Putting his rough hands against the gorgeous sky that runs across her back. Hated the idea that she could unthinkingly destroy the perfection of her universe. More than that, I hated the idea that she didn't think that sky was mine too in some small way. Even before I left, I still disliked the thing. It was unnatural, pigments in her skin that shouldn't be there. My fingers would skate across it on mornings when she let me stay over, pulling the sheets down far enough so I could see the thing, trying to erase it with the lightest of touches. The sky-woman's body ripples and she is all shaking stars and undulating darkness. Laughing at me. Somehow, the low hum of the spaceship dissolves into a deep, throaty chuckle. Not cruel, but amused just the same. The galaxy is passing away from my sight. The melted ship begins regenerating itself but not before I see the stars in that spiral rearrange themselves into the shape of a giant snake, coiled in a circle. I feel the golden ridges of Scully's cross rise up under my fingers. 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