TITLE: WHISPERING RAIN
AUTHOR: XRae
EMAIL: Bring it on! XRae1013@webtv.net

RATED: R
KEYWORDS: Mulder POV, MSR, RST
SPOILERS: As if!
DISCLAIMER: Never had'em! Never will! However, if for any reason CC decides to sue me: As my first witness, I'd like to call David Duchovny to the stand, preferably naked. ;)

ARCHIVE: Ephemeral, yup. Gossamer, yup. Anywhere else, yup...just let me know so I can visit.

NOTES: OK, I dunno, maybe its this recent wave of sunshine--or the amount of Mulder skin I've been exposed to (Donnilee and Lisa are totally to blame for the drool on my keyboard! Heeeeee!)--but I've gone and written something (GULP!) angst-free and romantic! Some may even spot a few drops of sap! More atmosphere than shagadelic but I felt Mulder really deserved to wax some serious poetic like a man in love after all the crap I've put him thru in my other stories...(insert evil laugh here).

A HUGE, HUGE thankyou to Lisa for the Beta and support. I send to you my humble thanks and, of course, chocolate covered Mulder nipples...Mmmmmm, the breakfast of champions!

SUMMARY: Love is made and remakes a man...


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WHISPERING RAIN by XRae
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I close my eyes against the rush, feeling my future stirring in the air. This wind caressing me shares its secrets, each molecule dancing in the space between telling me all I'll ever need know...

Carbon pushes out and around me. Expanding like the universe, and behind my closed lids, I do see stars. Forming, burning, falling in just seconds that last lifetimes.

Oxygen pulls in and deep. Saturating me with wet declarations of a truth I want to drown in...

"I love you. I love you, Mulder." She pants against my skin, her sweet, moist breath engulfing my senses.

I can smell promises. Taste miracles. Touch the divine.

I open my eyes and see an angel before me, spread open. I worship her.

Oh yeah. Oh God, yeah.

This is creation. Being recreated. The hands that slide down my back, sculpting my flesh into something extraordinary. Grip and mould. Clench and carve. Leaving her mark across my skin. I belong to her. I belong.

In and out. In and deep. Like breathing. Giving me life.

The caverns of my chest expand, painful and exquisite, pushing emotion up and up, until it erupts from my open mouth in a long, rough moan of elation.

Love. I feel. I am.

There is no truth greater than the one I hold in my arms, the one that holds me.

Scully. Clutching at my soul. Arching under me like a bow. Strung tight. So tight. God, she's so tight. It hurts. It heals.

So close. So close.

She ripples around me, stone sinking into a deep, dark pond. Shockwaves moving outward in dripping circles of sensation as she envelops my body in hers. Again and again. Harder. Harder. Harder.

Liquid flame behind the heat. Fire eternal. She burns so hot.

God, more. I want to give her more. Want her to take and take and take.

"Mulder. Mulder. Mulder..." She sighs my name softly, each repetition spilling from her mouth, giving a voice to the tears spilling from my eyes. Whispering rain now, yet the secrets are the same. She loves me.

I dive into her passion, swim inside, ride each wave with her. I sink into her soft and turbulent sea, letting myself be pulled down, down, down...

By my own submission, I have found rapture. Utopia within her depths. I am a lost man at long last claimed, my existence now just whispers made only for her lips.

"Yes, Mulder. Yes. Yes." The brush of current urges me forward.

She is. I am.

We are.

It rises from me like a revelation, takes me over, and takes us both. I am life. I am alive.

I am loved.


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