From: Dtcsm@aol.com
Date: Sat Jul 01 21:13:56 2000
Subject: xfc: *NEW* "A Better Fate Than Wisdom" 1/1
Source: xfc

Title: A Better Fate Than Wisdom
Author: Brit*Vik
Apologies: To the many poets on whom I have drawn to create this piece.
Category: kissfic, V, MSR, Scully POV
Spoilers: "Millennium"
Disclaimer: None of it belongs to me; I'm just playing. I'll put them all back as soon as I'm done. (:p)
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"A BETTER FATE THAN WISDOM"

it scares me to death and i realise how much i have been wanting this. how much I have been missing this simplest of things - he kisses me. and the world cracks open. it's wonderful, falling floating and being caught. and it's more than kissing with the lips, although our bodies aren't touching we're kissing with our eyes and hands and wishes. we are but one big single kiss. this is so much more eloquent than anything that has passed between us before, because a kiss says everything in a world we have shrugged off where words say nothing and nothing exists outside this moment and the soft pressure of his parted lips.

it feels like swimming; wading. gently pushing my way through a soft gloopy mixture of petals and nutmeg and honey and sunflowers. i have finally allayed my raging thirst, as i draw forth from Mulder a love that consumes me with fire, and although it scares me it intoxicates me and i cannot get enough. and after this drop of blood has drained the castle of my life i feel this kiss, which revives and brings me back to life again.

my soul has flown to join his and i want to live here forever, because the kissing might have to stop and I need to stay where our souls live intermingled side by side. but who knows, maybe the kissing won't stop. the world has been turned upside and maybe it will go on forever. the shortest distance between us is being measured by this kiss, and it is *short*. our bond is sealed in molten lead, never again to be doubted.

i need to tell him that i love him but i know that he already knows, just as i know that Mulder loves me. his kiss can tell me more than all of his stumbling words, no matter how hard he's tried before. his words, his thoughts, all of it counts in this kiss, this reward of silence.

but now after this time, in this perfect kiss, i think of the next and the next and the one after that. all these kisses; sweet kisses. twenty kisses and then twenty kisses more. and if they are all like this... ohhhhh. we need to drink this potion to its last drop, because it feels so deliciously hot, like water made of fire. a kiss from Mulder could be nothing but a paradox, an oxymoron of desire. 

one day will he remember this kiss as our first or will he forget the last? how could you ever forget this sweetest of honeys, almost too much for me to bear? but I do not intend that they are all like this, for the last of your kisses will always be the sweetest. why would it not be, when you are always new? you are always you.

the universe is hanging, held in the grasp of this glorious kiss. it is a long, long kiss - a kiss of youth and love. a closed chapter in itself. who wrote the book i wonder? i want to speak to the writer.

and it's made more wonderful to discover this single piece of gold that is this kiss, because i know that the mine is near.

FIN 

E-mail: Rapunzelinthetower@talk21.com

"The decision to kiss for the first time is the most crucial in any love story. It changes the relationship of two people much more strongly than even the final surrender; because this kiss already has within it that surrender."

Poets (and other quotable people) I've nicked ideas from... erm, I mean, been inspired by: e e cummings, Heinrich Heiner, George Villiers, Henny Youngman, Margaret Mitchell, Lawrence Durrell, Shakespeare, Remy de Gourmont, Keats, Robert Frost, Jane Smiley, Samuel Sullivan Cox, Kalidasa, Napoleon Bonaparte, George Sand, die Brder Grimm, Jim Shahin, Byron, Zalman Shneor, Agnes de Mille.