From: "~~Julie ~~" Date: Mon, 19 Aug 2002 14:03:02 -0400 Subject: NEW: Repairing Broken Hearts (1 of 1) Source: direct ************************ Title: Repairing Broken Hearts Author: Just Julie Rating: NC-17. Category: VR Spoilers: None. Keywords: Mulder/Scully Romance. Summary: Making-up is hard to do. Feedback: xfsista@hotmail.com Archive: DO NOT ARCHIVE AT GOSSAMER. Anyone else, please ask first (I don't bite -- most of the time). Disclaimers: The characters of Fox Mulder and Dana Scully belong to Chris Carter, 1013 Productions, and Twentieth Century Fox Television. No infringement is intended. Thank you to Rae and Tam for their encouragement and a quick beta. Also to Char Chaffin and Bad Element for their sharp eyes. Plus, Kimpa, for creating such a beautiful image for this story! :D And to the members of IWTB -- thank you so much for your support! I could never have written this without my new found haven. :) This is for Paige and Kimberly -- my penance for double posting! Hee hee... ;) ************************ Repairing Broken Hearts by Just Julie ************************ I'm sorry, his tongue said, as it slipped its warm, wet way into her mouth. The slick muscle glided over her own tongue and took a detour over her teeth. She tasted of butter pecan ice cream and coffee. Perhaps even a taste that was uniquely her own. His tongue worked its way around her lips and quickly disappeared back in her mouth. My sincerest apologies, he said with fingers, as they caressed rigid nipples and soft, pliant flesh. With those fingers he pinched, then soothed. Small twists of skin followed by brief massages. Long, heavy hands working their way up and down her sides lovingly and with reverence. There's no excuse for what I did, he said with the driving force of his steel cock as it worked its way in and out of her body. A body that was her temple, but one he worshipped like a deity. It was in moments like these, she felt blessed and loved. He made her feel like something more than a woman. He made her feel like a goddess. She felt beautiful and ancient. She was someone to be treated with nothing less than adoration and respect. The stars would shine and the heavens would weep out of pure joy if given a glimpse of her affection. Artists would want to sculpt her and poets would write about her. Shakespeare's most glorious words could not compare to what he made her feel. With his eyes -- oh God, his eyes -- she saw these things and so much more. When they made love, she could see all that he saw in her. She was his companion, his lover, his partner, and his princess. She was his Scully. She belonged to him and he belonged to her. Writhing together in the oldest of dances, their bodies slid over each other building, building, building toward release. Slick flesh, soaked with sweat, rubbed deliciously together creating the ultimate friction. The lower halves of their bodies grinded with a syncopation that would have made the greatest of musicians jealous. It was an incomparable rhythm only they could have created. Them and only them. Heavy breathing and an occasional gasp were the only sounds that were made for fear anything louder would break the spell that had been so magically woven together for them that night. Then, with a quick swipe of her clit, she orgasmed sweetly, pulling him with her into the near drowning sensation of pleasure. Her womb was filled with his warmth as her body pulsed uncontrollably around his penis. Her burning face began to cool quickly as the blood continued to rush through her ears, leaving her deaf to everything except the beating of her own heart. Her small hands stroked her lover's shoulders as he slid his head to the middle of her chest. He carefully laid his right ear on her sternum so he could also listen to her heart. "What does it say?" she asked. "It says that it's been broken," he replied in a near whisper. "How was it broken?" "It was entrusted to someone who wasn't very careful with it," he told her sadly. "Someone who let it slip from his clumsy fingers and tumble to the ground." It was several moments before either spoke again. Once pulses returned to normal and skin had become chilled, Scully ran her fingers through Mulder's hair. "Can the damage be repaired, Scully?" He tilted his head so he could see her eyes. After all, it was her eyes that told everything. Had they not made love that night, she would have told him no. He had caused a hurt like she had never experienced. It was like he had said, she gave him her heart and he had shattered it into a million pieces. But, unexpectedly, they had shared a bed. More than that, they had shared something else. They had shared their souls. Like Scully, Mulder's eyes told something, too. Twin orbs which showed his own pain and how another heart had been broken. They reflected a naked truth brought on in a moment of vulnerability. They told her how much he loved her. Not the corny kind of love, but the mythical kind. The kind that is only found in fairy tales. The kind that said that he would face demons and slay dragons for a kiss from her. As she looked into those eyes, she realized she had demons to be exorcised and dragons that needed slaying. And she knew then that she wanted Mulder, and only Mulder, to help her face them. Could her broken heart be repaired? "Broken hearts are able to be mended," she said, "and mine could certainly use the help. But, mended hearts can still be fragile, so please be gentle with mine." He became glassy-eyed at her request, and pulled himself up to her face. He nudged her nose with his own and placed a warm, reassuring kiss on her mouth. "I know two wrongs don't make a right," his raspy voice glided across her skin sending chills up her spine, "but perhaps two fragile hearts can make one strong heart." With teary eyes and a breathtaking smile, she pulled his mouth down to her own and claimed him forever. And in her eyes, he saw all that he was to her. He was her companion, her lover, her partner, and her prince. He was her Mulder. ************************ I've never written *anything* like this before, so any and all comments would certainly be appreciated! Just send them all to xfsista@hotmail.com -- this is the first time I've ever written a sex scene... My more tame fic can be found here: http://fbimagination.faithweb.com/ The Federal Bureau of Imagination Collages & Fan Fiction by Julie ************************