From: Sheryl Martin Date: Mon, 26 Apr 1999 19:07:51 -0400 Subject: NEW-Playing The Game (1/1) Please Archive... grin... All Characters copyright of TenThirteen Productions and Chris Carter. No infringement intended on any part... go ahead, take me to court... I'm using the insanity defence... heh, heh, heh... Comments, complaints and just plain talk to sheryl_martin@goodmedia.com Summary: Thoughts during batting practice... Spoilers: Minor ones for The UnNatural; but nothing much... Rating: Vignette, G... mind candy and major fluff... etc., etc., etc... Playing The Game (1/1) by Sheryl Martin I am soaked. I should have taken off my coat, the one that does cost too much for me to afford on my salary but was a gift to myself. I should have put it down before listening to him and being drawn into his game. I can't now. I cannot break away from his arms around me even though I've mastered the swinging of this damned bat ten minutes ago and he knows that I know and I cannot let go of it to take off my coat because it would be wrong. So I swing and swing and feel the moisture pool behind me; tricking down into the small of my back where I can feel him pressed against me still, one hand slipping down to hold my hip tight against him when I falter and hands before hips happen. I know he is wet too. I can hear his breath sharp and staggered as he exhales behind me, the air rushing over my damp neck and ear where he bends down every few seconds and whispers some other piece of advice that I have heard too many times by now to pay attention but still nod and follow through; hips before hands. His shirt is stuck now to my coat, the slapping of fabric against fabric rushing into my ears every time we swing in unison for the ball; every time we step back and realign ourselves before preparing again. I reach back quickly to tuck one damp strand behind my ear and accidentally graze his face; his lips. He is smiling. So am I. But the touch is fire and I pull back and put my hands back on his ash bat, stroking it; holding it lightly as he instructed and trying to focus on the game. And then we move forward in a single fluid motion; hips together and ahead of our hands as we step through and make contact. Stepping back again I hear his hoarse chuckle of pleasure in my ear, one hand dancing over mine as he strokes the cold wood and moves my fingers up a few inches to where he thinks they should be. I move them down, running over his warm hands as I assert my control. I wonder if he wants to run the bases when we're finished; whip me around with a roar and a laugh as he drags me from first to second and then I return the favour from second to third, hands entangled as we scamper through the cool night air and our sweaty bodies tangle and combat for control of every goal; every inch a fiery but enjoyable battle. I wonder if he wants to slide home. Together. *********** ************************* "Heart of a warrior, mind of a fool... soul of a romantic..." - Jackie St. George ************************* Come visit The Dragon's Lair at http://www.geocities.com/Area51/Chamber/7976!!! ************************* A Dragon Prayer: So far today, Lord, I've done all right. I haven't gossiped, haven't lost my temper, haven't been greedy, grumpy, nasty, selfish or over-indulgent. I'm very thankful for that. But in a few minutes, Lord, I'm going to get out of bed, and from then on I'm probably going to need a lot more help.