From: daddy793@aol.com (Daddy793) Date: 1998/09/05 Subject: NEW: "Makeup" by Te Afternoon Weirdness IV: Makeup by Te 8/98 Disclaimers: No, they don't belong to me. All hail CC. For now. Spoilers: Ha! Summary: Oddities... Ratings Note: Ummm... No clue. Author's Note: A request from Rhymephile, another from Holmes, an inspirational note from torch... Starts off weird, only gets worse. I thought it just might be appropriate for the Strange And Wonderful Woodinat Creature, whose birthday approacheth. Acknowledgments: Many thanks to MJ for her brave efforts at beta-reading this. Afternoon Weirdness IV: Makeup by Te Daddy793@aol.com ****** In a message dated 8/23/98 4:19:30 AM, I and then torch wrote: << Tell me about the shoes? Mmm, I seem to detect a shoe fetish here. Reminds me in a roundabout way of that bit in IaDT:S where Mulder wants to lie down in the alley and have Alex rub a foot over his crotch.>> A *frustrated* shoe fetish. I have to go to the drag queen shops to find kicky shoes that fit my 6ft tall black woman footies, and even then I'm terribly clumsy in them. I want to put Mulder in a dress again and again, and have Alex paint his nails (toes and fingers), and give him some mascara, and then, and only then, a dark, subtle shade of lipstick. By this point he's pinned Mulder to the couch because it's the only way to keep the man still. Sort of straddling him at the waist, awkwardly. Mulder's doing his best to support Alex's spine with his knees. And Alex leans over, he leans over and runs the tip of the lipstick over the lower lip first (he really can't resist) And Mulder thinks about the sensation, closing his eyes almost all the way, and the closest he can come is "velvet glue" and he really wishes Alex would scoot a little further down, or perhaps up, but all he's doing is dabbing and brushing. He's not doing this right at all. It's been far too long, and it's far too entertaining to paint the lush lips. (Somewhere, in the back of Alex's mind, is the song "Lush Life," but he can never quite remember how it goes and the closest he can come to it is "dance with me, for tomorrow we die") Oh, this could go on for hours. When Mulder starts getting fidgety, Alex swats at the finely turned wrists, smudging the older man a bit. "Stop that, your nails aren't dry." A pause, while they glare at each other just long enough to forget why they're angry. They can do that now, in this place, at this time, because there's nothing else *to* do. It's possible they'll get bored someday, but for now? All is well. Alex goes back to the now quite unnecessary daubing. "I think my lips are done, Alex..." You see, those lips are the *only* thing in Alex's focus at that moment. Watching them move, seeing the glisten of warm lamplight on the make-up, watching them shape his name.... He dives in for a kiss and it tastes exactly like the reason why he stopped doing this, but the slide of the stuff along his own mouth and cheek feels too, too good. Alex pulls away again and his fine work has been ruined. Mulder looks like a cheap, drunken whore after the frat gangbang. It's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. ****** End. ****** Note: Afternoon Weirdness is less a series than things written down in the afternoon. When I get weird.