From: "Leslie Cummings" Date: Fri, 20 Jul 2001 18:59:13 +0000 Subject: Musings of Dana Scully WHile Toiing in The Kitchen Source: direct Title: Ponderings of Dana Scully While Toiling In The Kitchen Author: Barenaked Bostonian Spoilers: Uh uh. Disclaimer: Rating: PG Distribution: Anywhere and everywhere, just inform me pleeeeeeeeze! Feedback: If you send me feedback, I'll be sure to tell everyone how nice you are, like i did with that girl Bunny or something... Scully9485@hotmail.com Author's Notes: First, I would like to thank the girl Bunny something or other who sent me feedback on my fic, 'To Be Content', people like that really make me happy! And to some of my fave authors, Mulder's Drugged Up Princess, Dasha K, and SkepticalScully, who's website kicks some phile ass! Go there! It might help if I gave the URL huh? But I forgot it! Well search for 'Skeptical Scully's Random Acts Of Unpredictability.' You'll like it, trust me. Oh, and to Doxgirl and Laura and Lesley and Aiah and Sam and......Dana, Amanda, Kelly, Ashley, Cortney, Gillian and ummmmmm, the other laura and Heather. I think that's it! GO ME! *********************************************************************** He touched her face with reverence, afraid that it might shatter. She looked at his palm first, breaths shaking in her chest. No, no, no! It was never supposed to be like this. Simple, plain and simple. They weren't supposed to be able to come together like this and not feel strange. From enemies to friends and now from friends to lovers? No, not lovers. Lovers was a much too cliched word. That and everything else in the English language. Sure, she wanted his body. It wasn't a nessecity to loving him though. She could love him for the rest of her life and not make love -another fine tuned cliche- to him. She could stand by his side and love him forever... if that was so easy. But he would find some way to betray his feelings and he would have to refute his search or her or... And she knew that he was so full of passion, that if she asked him to do anything that he would. She didn't know for what reasons he loved her. For what happened in the past or for what she was, or simply because he was tired of not loving asnd getting love in return. If only it were that simple. Why did life have to take on some larger meaning? Always? Wasn't it enough to love and be loved? Or just to go on living with person you loved, but not tell them. But something told her that the latter was incorrect. Not to tell him, not to have him no would be the biggest crime of all. Oh, but how she wanted his hands on her body. NO! She wanted a hand. Anyone's but knowing that it would be his.... She had given up her body long ago. Given it to him, and he didn't even know it. She wouldn't have anyone else. He had ruined her for other men, in quite a literal way. His hands were the only ones besides her own, and they knew her body perfectly, and he didn't consiously recognize that. Oh, how she wanted this man, that eight years ago stepped into her life and wedged a foot in the door. But none of this was REALLY her, so she shut her mind off and finished washing the dishes. *END*