From: ephemeral@ephemeralfic.org
Date: 21 Mar 2002 01:54:36 -0000
Subject: NEW  (155 words):  THE MIRROR, MSR, NC-17 by David Stoddard-Hunt
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TITLE: "The Mirror"
AUTHOR: David Stoddard-Hunt
CATEGORY: S (155 words) 
KEYWORDS: MSR
RATING: R 
SPOILERS: None (I've thought of "The Mirror" and "The Vanity" as
Season 9, clandestine rendezvous pieces, although canon doesn't
support such a premise, so I suppose they're AU, if any of that
matters.)
SUMMARY: Even reflected, the eyes are a window to the soul. 
DISCLAIMER: His:  Make a profit for no sex. Mine: Do it, for no
profit.
DISTRIBUTION: Wherever, but please let me know.
FEEDBACK: dmstoddardhunt@yahoo.com
WEBSITE: http://www.geocities.com/mattersofbelief
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Companion piece to "The Vanity," both inspired by
the IWTB Atlantic City 155-word contest, but without time
constraints, prizes, or the notoriety.

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Another motel, quite indistinct from any other, apart from the
memory they're investing it with. They're facing the mirror,
her eyes barely visible to him, hazy and narrowed with lust,
peering from underneath an impromptu fall of bangs.

Her jaw falls slack as he slides into her moist heat, pausing
to let them acclimate, moving again, deliberate, exquisitely deep.
He is behind her, taking her, nearing his peak, familiar signs
lighting the path: breath rough, strokes shortening, his hands
on her hips more insistent.

At the realization that his climax is inevitable, a smile flits 
across his full mouth, infusing with strain as every pounding
stroke brings him closer. He leans back and up, pace quickening.
Opening his eyes, he is pulled into the reflection of hers in
the mirror. They whisper desire for him, radiate heat, hum quiet
songs of love that coax his eyes shut tightly, as he falls over
the edge and spills into her depths.


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