From: AllthingsX Date: 28 Nov 1998 01:55:39 GMT Subject: NEW: Senses and Secret Sounds Pt I Subject: NEW: Senses and Secret Sounds From: AllthingsX@aol.com Date: 11/21/98 Title: Senses and Secret Sounds Author: Angela S. Catergory: Archive: Sure-just let me know,keep all info attached! Keywords: MSR (implied) Rating: It's a surprise! Summary: Mulder's take on his partner's effect on, well, himself Disclaimer: Don't own em,not making any $$ on this.No infringement intended! Five years. Well, nearly six now. That is how long I have been alive. Truly alive. That is how long I have felt alive. I had never imagined such a circumstantial situation developing into the very center of my life- the anchor by which my reality was held in place. As I look back through the images in my mind, I realize that that I'm also backtracking over my heart. For so long, with one aspect of my life, there has been no differentiation between the two. My mind and heart have been so completely intertwined that I feel what I think, and I think what I feel. As this may be perplexing to other people, I am equally confused, as I did not know that one thing, one person, could be so completely absorbed into your being. Having a background in psychology has not aided in my quest to derive an explanation for what I feel, or rather, the utter depth of what I feel. I sit here in the dark, beyond the shadows of the moonlit night. I close my eyes and let my senses take over. I allow myself t become immersed in my surroundings, taking in every sound, every smell that is the essence of this that has taken me in so completely. It is in my blood and my breath. My pulse and my prophecy. I realize after some time that a smile has crept its way over my face. The corners of my mouth are turned up as the image fills my mind. This image also fills my heart. It is the reason I wake up each morning, and the reason I yearn for the darkness to come every night. This image is and always will be, her. She is, to me, the way to the light and the safety in the darkness. I do not simply see her. I feel her. I taste her. I crave her. In every way possible, she is the completion of my soul. There is an adage that comes to mind, "The heart has reasons that reason knows knaught of". This is clear to me now, as much as it escapes me, the fact that my heart tells me nothing of how it became so incredibly saturated with her very essence. The spell is suddenly broken as my body twitches in response to hearing a key turn in the door. Although it is a hallway and another room away, it registers as if it is right next to my ear. My eyes open lazily. She doesn't know that I'm here. I wasn't due in from my trip until tomorrow morning. I just couldn't wait to see her. I am sitting in her bedroom, in the soft chair in the corner. I am hidden by the angle of the light coming in the window. If luck is with me, she will not turn the light on right away. I hear her sigh as she moves through the living room. The jingle of keys coming to rest on a table. The swoosh of her trench coat as it slides from her body. The body I cherish and have held to mine as if holding on for my life. My heart rate quickens, my breath shallows-- I hear her blow out an exaggerated breath as she throws herself onto the couch, and then two gentle "thuds" as she kicks free of her shoes. I can picture her massaging her tired feet, as I have done so many times. Something so simple, yet so intimate. I notice the light dimming as she hits the switches on her way to the bedroom. On her way to me. Even before she reaches the doorway, my nostrils flare as I catch the scent of her perfume. The scent that defines her. END PART I Well-there it is. I was hesitant to post for the first time. But here goes nothin!! Feed back is welcome-good or bad. Again-thanks for taking the time to read! Please email responses to: AllthingsX@aol.com Thanks again!! Angie From allthingsx@aol.com Sun Jan 10 12:37:06 1999 Date: 28 Nov 1998 01:55:41 GMT From: AllthingsX Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative Subject: NEW: Senses and Secret Sounds PT II [The following text is in the "ISO-8859-1" character set] [Your display is set for the "US-ASCII" character set] [Some characters may be displayed incorrectly] SENSES AND SECRET SOUNDS PT II See info in part I Enjoy!!!! Summary: Mulder's take on his partner's effect on, well,himself. Even before she reaches the doorway, my nostrils flare as I catch the scent of her perfume, the scent that defines her. My fingers grip the chair arms when I hear her footsteps in the hallway. Then she is in the doorway. She pauses as if sensing something. Perhaps she can read my thoughts. I hope not. Not yet. As I had hoped, she continues her nightly ritual in complete darkness, only giving me a glimpse when she passes through the light spraying into the room. I nearly hold my breath, afraid to let it out for fear of her discovering me there too soon. Then, my favorite part of the ritual begins. She crosses to the edge of the bed, mumbling softly to herself as she begins to unbutton her jacket. She is back-lit against the moonlight and takes my breath away as I am mesmerized by the silhouette of her body. The sounds again---. The soft muffle as the jacket is cast onto the bed, the nearly in-audible click of her fingernails on the buttons of her blouse. The hairs on my arms prickle as I take in the music of this woman. There, that's the one- the sound I could not identify for so long. It is not a human sound, per-say. It eminates from across the bed, near this figure before my drowning eyes. Suddenly, it registers in my mind again- it is the sound of silk on silk- sliding from a woman's body. A completely feminine sound. An intoxicating sound. A sound that invokes a surge of heat throughout my body. A secret sound. It is a sound that inspires the sting of tears behind my eyes as my heart swells at the very thought of her. She continues on, unbuttoning her slacks, and letting them drop in a puddle at her feet. A slight scraping sound of linen against nylon- a sound unnoticed by her, but absorbed by me, as it is a part of her. Soon, all that is left to hear is a light breath of release from her lips as her hands guide the last article between her and freedom down her tiny, well muscled legs. As I watch her bend to complete this last task. My breath catches as she straightens and stands with her profile exposed to me. I cannot move, I am lost in this woman yet again. The line of her neck. The gentle swell of her breasts. The slope of her back, and the shape of her legs. She is beyond beautiful, she is beyond description with mere words. Yet she is mine. She has given herself to me in every way possible. In turn, I belong to her. I have since the day I first saw her. I will until the day I die. As I become lost in my thoughts once again, I am startled back to the present by the click of her bedside lamp. My eyes squint against the sudden brightness, and I look up to see her staring at me, mouth agape. When the shock wears away a bit, she stands and displays to me a smile so warm that I feel as if I may melt into the chair I am occupying. She is here before me, exposed in every way, and nothing coherent comes to my mind. She makes her way slowly around the bed to stand in front of me, hand outstretched. Time stands still. I am held by her gaze. The marlin-blue windows to her soul are inviting me in. There is nothing else in the world at this moment. It is simply this woman, my gift for some unknown reason. I pull her to me and we fit as if two pieces in an intricate puzzle. As our lips meet and part, I hear another sound as that familiar. Heat surges through me again. The sound I hear is one secret that she has saved just for me. It is a sound that she whispers to me many times this night-- END Well, there it is. I was hesitant to post for the first time,but here goes nothin! Feed-back welcome-good or bad. Please email responses to : AllthingsX@aol.com Thanks again for taking the time to read!!!! Angie