Date: Fri, 31 Mar 2000 18:13:54 GMT
Subject: NEW: Just a Feeling by Spooky Jr.

TITLE: "Just A Feeling"
AUTHOR: Spooky Jr.
EMAIL: CuteAndCudly@Yahoo.com
DISTRIBUTION: Anywhere. Just keep my name and addy attached. 
SPOILERS: None
RATING: G 
CLASSIFICATION: V
SUMMARY: Sometimes you just have an urge.

DISCLAIMER: Mope. Don't own 'em. 
Chris cut me a little slack. THere yours. I'm
just borrowing them.

FEEDBACK: *whimper* please?
 
SPECIAL THANKS: To my pal Melissa! *waves*


"Just A Feeling"
By Spooky Jr.


I wake up from a dreamless sleep, sweat dripping from my brow. 
My breathing is raspy and harsh to my ears.
The pounding in my heart is echoing in the small bedroom. I look around,
my eyes adjusting the darkness of the night-time.

I pull off the covers of my bedspread, flipping
on the bedside lamp. My eyes once again take a moment
to adjust to the sudden brightness. I swing my legs over the side
of the bed, wiping the sleep from my eyes.
Glancing at the alarm clock, the numbers
1:22 are seemingly bright to my pupils.

I try to remember what woke me. The gut feeling
and sudden urge to see Mulder hits me like a two by four.
I don't know why, but I have to see him.

Sounding lame even to myself, I try to shake
the feeling and wonder if sleep will claim me once again.
Lying back down I close my eyes for a few brief
moments. Sleep will not come again. With a huff I arise again.
I slip my robe on and walk to into the kitchen, flipping
on the over-head light.

I sit staring at the clock wondering if maybe Mulder would
be awake if I decided to disturb him. I think better of when I 
figure that maybe for once he could be getting some well earned rest.
'This is stupid,' I think to myself, 'totally stupid.'

I make my way back the bedroom. Opening the
closet I pull out a pair of faded jeans and an
over-sized T-shirt. I locate my shoes and slip them
on. Now if I can only remember where I set my car keys.
Oh yes, on the coffee table. I grab them and my gun and
head out the door. Still thinking this is a stupid idea,
I make my way to the elevator and take the ride down.

The 15 minute drive to Mulder's apartment gives
me ample time to think. Why the gut feeling? And where did 
it come from. It's not really a warning feeling. I don't feel he's 
in harms way. It's just an uncontrollable urge to see him.

I can't help but ruefully smile to myself at the thought.
I make good timing to the apartment, reminding
myself it IS after 1:30 in the morning.
Jogging my way up the stairs I use my key to let myself into
the apartment, not wanting to disturb him if he's sleeping.

Wondering how I am going to explain this one to him,
I look for any sign or movements that he is awake.
The apartment is dark, though I hear the faint sounds on the t.v.
and see the outlined shadow of his sleeping figure on the couch.

I make my way over to him, hesitating on how crazy this seems.
I look down at him. He seems so peaceful. I reach out my hand
and lightly brush away the errant strand of hair that always seems
to hang over his brow.

My hands make their way down his face, lightly caressing his cheek.
I mentally kick myself. I have spent way to much with this man, but
I can't help myself as my hands make their way down his upper arm,
caressing gently. I graze my fingertips over his lips, so
soft and beautiful. I kneel down beside him, my fingers outlining
the curves of his face. Being ever so gentle as not to disturb him.

To the touch, his skin is so soft. I reach over lightly cupping
his cheek, raising myself quietly off the floor and slowly
descend near his face. My lips nearing his. Mere inches away now,
I can feel his hot breath against my cheek. Our lips touch,
making contact for the first time. I cherish the feeling of love
and passion that courses through my blood and enters my veins
with rock hard feeling. I pull back and look at his angelic face
wondering if the feeling of love that reaches into the depths
of my soul is mutual.

FIN.

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