From: ephemeral@ephemeralfic.org
Date: Thu,  2 Sep 2010 21:25:12 -0500 (CDT)
Subject: The Second First Time by catharsisxf
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TITLE: The Second First Time (1/1)
AUTHOR: catharsisxf
E-MAIL: catharsisxf@yahoo.com
DISTRIBUTION: Anywhere, just let me know!

RATING: R
CATEGORIES: VR
KEYWORDS: Mulder/Scully romance, Post-episode
SPOILERS: Hollywood AD

SUMMARY: This time was different.

Disclaimer: 20th Century Fox, 1013, and CC own
everything.  I'm just a lowly fangirl.

Author's Notes: I wrote this little bit o' fluff in early '09 
for LiveJournal's XF Porn Battle 2 and I'm finally getting 
around to archiving it.  Prompts: watching you sleep, the
last first time, bad movie, antique table, height differential

----

She watches him sleep.
Gentle fingers trace the lines her nails left on his 
shoulders, his neck.

This time was different.

The last first time was hesitant, careful. Discussions of 
fate and choices followed by slow exploration of each 
other's bodies.  She had left in the middle of the night
without saying goodbye. They never mentioned it again.

She quietly slips out of bed and picks up his tuxedo jacket 
and tie.

//Barely into her hotel room, they're a blur of grasping 
hands and desperate mouths.  No words.  They'd done enough 
talking after that idiotically bad movie.//

She places his clothes neatly on the antique table that 
serves as a desk.

//Her legs are wrapped around him as he seats her on its 
polished surface.  Perfect for their height differential.  
She makes quick work of his jacket and tie.  The rough 
edges of his palms snag her stockings as he pushes her 
little black dress even higher.//

She finds her garter belt and run-filled stockings under 
the bed. The former joins his clothes, the latter in the 
trash.

//She groans her annoyance at his shirt buttons.  He pulls 
her dress up, over, and away.  His tongue traces along the 
edges of her black bra.//

She collects his shirt, minus a few buttons, and her dress 
from behind the TV where they landed.

//Frantic hands grasp at his zipper, her panties.  Pulling, 
tugging.  He enters her fully in one hard stroke.  She 
moans as he thrusts into her with increasing desperation.  
God, yes...so close, so close.  Her cries echo through the 
room and he quickly follows.//

She walks over to the window and gazes out at the early 
morning city awakening. Warm hand against cool glass.

//As her breathing slows he nuzzles her cheek, her neck.  
"I love you," he whispers.  She turns and captures his lips 
with her own.  "I love you too."//

She steals a glance back at her sleeping partner.

This time was different.

This changes everything.

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