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From: Punk Maneuverability <punkm@earthling.net>
Date: Mon, 29 Sep 1997 19:19:32 -0700
Subject: Seas (1/1) MSR  Punk M


--Seas--(1/1)
Posted:  29. September 1997
by Punk Maneuverability

Rating:  R for a sex-laden extended metaphor (oh, is *that* what
you were extending. . .)
Classification: V, R
Keywords:  Mulder/Scully Romance
Spoilers:  <snort> Oh, I thought you were serious.
Summary:  A mysterious or fascinating quality or appeal, as of
something adventurous, heroic, or strangely beautiful. 

Disclaimer:  Ha!  CC wouldn't know a metaphor if it stood on his
face and recited the transcripts from the Watergate hearings.  His
idea of figurative language involves the word "path" over and over
again.  Therefore, he couldn't have possibly have written this.  It was
me.  I admit it.  In reality (what?) Mulder and Scully belong to him. 
Fox and 10-13 Productions figure in there somewhere as well.  No
infringement intended.

Punk Notes:  Yes, Punk fans--this is what you thought you'd never
see from me.  I like to call it pseudosmut.  If you don't like
metaphors or tame sex between Mulder and Scully, leave now, and
if you're staying, let the metaphor pull you under. . .

I'd like to put my foot down and say this is probably the *last* thing
of this sort that you'll see from me, but all I can promise is that this
is the *first* thing of its sort that I've posted.  Tell me stuff:
punkm@earthling.net

And this is all because of Luna because she said I could, and I did.

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Seas
by   Punk Maneuverability
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Scully could feel him everywhere.  The soles of her feet, between
her legs, the small of her back, behind her knees, the tips of her
breasts, her throat, her mouth, her heart. . . 

<How had he crept in there?>

It was like swimming naked, the water touching her everywhere. 
There was nothing between her and the touch of skin.

She was underwater in Mulder's arms, holding her breath, eyes
closed.

She stayed there until her lungs reminded her she was no deep sea
creature, only then would she come up for air, gasping, panting.

But there was never enough air.  She was left hungry, dizzy.

She slipped back into the water.

He was everywhere.  Warm skin.  Warm hands.  Warm mouth.

She clutched at him, afraid he would go.  She wrapped her legs
around him, tried to bite him on the back of the neck like a mother
with a wandering kitten.

But he was hers and was not going anywhere.  He told her this with
his lips that kissed whispers in her ears.

<I love you> his hands promised as they sketched her in the dark,
learning curves and dips and plains.

He was not going anywhere.

She was swimming, feeling him against her, hair like warm seaweed
between her fingers.

She let the sea inside of her trickle out through her eyes, slowly. 
She was water, flowing through him.  She could cry here.  He
would understand.

She kissed his face where it pressed against hers.  She tasted salt as
she traced his cheek.  Her sea was inside of him too.  He knew her
worries.

They were drowning, but together.

<Always together> their bodies promised, although they were
incapable of saying a word.  They had always been together.

Momentarily without purpose, Scully bobbed in the current, waiting
to see what direction it would take.  She knew she would follow.

Her sea churned, not upset, not at odds, not angry--in love.

It was a simple answer to an impossible question.

His leg between hers, his mouth on her neck.  She was drowning.

The tide pulled at her, nudged her closer to shore, pulled her away
again.

<Where was he?>

Her blind hands pressed against his chest.  His heart beat in Morse
code against her palm and through her blood.

<How could he be everywhere?>

The tide swirled around her, gave her a shove.

It hit her low in the stomach, waiting.

The tide was coming in.

It tugged at her everywhere.

<Or was that him?>

It was quiet but for the roar of the waves.

She could see the shore--empty in the faint light.

<But her eyes were closed.>

She opened them, and they burned, salty from the sea.

His eyes were there, bright green in the dark, watching her.

She wanted him forever.

Forever.

She pulled him into her, dreaming about forever.  The sea in her
knew about forever.

His eyes.

She never wanted to hurt those eyes.

They would bleed for her, but she would not let them.  She was
strong.  She would teach the eyes to be strong too.

Her hands brushed against his face softly, her fingerprints etched
into his skin.

<Mine>

So simple.  She owned him with her love.  Sea treasures.  Shiny in
the mud.  In the basement.

Hers.

His eyes slipped shut.

She had almost forgotten about the tide.  It gave up its tease and
wrapped around them.

It was time for them to go.

Scully took one last breath before the tide swept her away.

"Forever," she said, pulling him with her.
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Thanks--Lock the door on your way out
punk m
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