From: "grey lady" <grey.lady@virgin.net>
Date: Fri, 30 Mar 2001 07:24:36 +0100
Subject: NEW: Set Adrift On A Memory Of Bliss 1/1 by Carol Gritton
Source: xff


TITLE: Set Adrift On A Memory Of Bliss 1/1

AUTHOR: Carol Gritton

E-MAIL: grey.lady@virgin.net

DISCLAIMER:  Fox Mulder, Dana Scully belong to Chris Carter, 1013 and
Fox TV.  They are used without permission and no infringement of
copyright is intended.

Although the title of this piece comes courtesy of the PM Dawn single
of the same name, it is not a songfic.

ARCHIVE: Gossamer

RATING: NC 17

CLASSIFICATION: V

SPOILERS: Season 7 - All Things, Requiem; most of season 8

SUMMARY: Set post Requiem.  There's nothing left for Scully but
memories of a special night.

COMMENTS:  Feedback is greatly appreciated and will be made welcome at
the above address.

Set Adrift On A Memory Of Bliss 1/1
By Carol Gritton (grey.lady@virgin.net)

     I could feel you inside of me  thick, hot and hard; pulsing with
love and desire.  Your biceps quivered with the effort of supporting
yourself above me; your thighs trembled with the effort of holding
yourself back from orgasm.  Ever the gentleman, you put my pleasure
before your own.
    Your mouth upon mine was sweet, your lips soft and pliable, warm
and tender; the same lips that only moments before had been torturing
me in my most private of places, sending me hurtling into infinity and
beyond.  When I finally came back to myself you chuckled softly,
rained gentle kisses upon my cheeks and brow and whispered that you
love me.  You held me gently, tenderly; like a precious and delicate
hothouse flower.  I don't think I had ever felt safer and more loved
than at that moment.
     Your hands upon my breasts were warm, your touch assured  the
places and the ways I like to be touched already committed to your
memory.  As you touched me, you murmured tender words of love and
affection.

     "ScullyScullyScullyScully" You whispered my name over and over
in a sacred mantra as you came, your very life force flowing into me.
At that moment, we were as close as two people can get.  I love you,
Mulder.

     With an outrush of breath, you slumped back against the lightly
scented off-white pillows, eyes closed. Your face and torso glistened
with sweat in the sputtering candlelight. You said your head was
swimming; you were still slightly reeling from your orgasm moments
before.  When I came, I had convulsed around you like a python
crushing its prey.  Or so you said.  You opened your eyes to no more
than slits and saw me still astride you, wearing a very self satisfied
smile.
     "C'mere, you," you rasped, your long arms reaching forward and
grasping my hips.  As I leaned towards you, your hands slid up my
glistening body to my shoulders and I allowed myself to be pulled down
on top of you.
     "So?" I said softly, kissing you under the jaw.
     "So" you replied, your hands skimming my sweat moistened back.
"That was"
     "It was, wasn't it?"
     "Mind-blowing."
     "Mind-blowing?" I chuckled, nipping your shoulder.
     "Yeah.  My mind is somewhere up there, spiralling around the
heavens."  You took one hand off my back and drew a one fingered
spiral in the air to illustrate the point.  If only we had known how
prophetic your words would be.
     "Isn't it always?" I asked with amusement.
     "Hey!" you cried in mock indignation.  I laughed softly and
kissed you.

     "Do you think we could move?" you asked after a while.  You were
lying in a rapidly cooling sticky wet patch.
     "Sure."
     "Okayhold on."  Making sure I was firmly anchored, you rolled us
onto our sides.  In doing so, you slipped out from inside me.  I can't
tell you how empty I suddenly felt.  "You comfortable?" you asked,
grasping my leg and wrapping it around your hip.
     "Uh huh."
     "Good."  Your fingers traced the lines of my face  over my cheek
bones, my nose and lips.  "I love you, you know," you said with a
murmur.
     You wished our cooling down time could go on forever, but you
were tired. You doused all the candles then climbed back into bed
beside me.  Curling up together, we exchanged the odd words of love
and affection before both drifting off to sleep.

     When I woke up the next morning, you were sleeping soundly; your
expression was of a satiated and contented man.  Time, and more
importantly, love, had worked miracles on you.
     I came to you that night and opened up as I had never opened up
to you before, in more ways than one.  You learned more about me in
one night than you had learnt in seven long years.  I laid myself bare
to you, Mulder, in every way, and you listened and accepted me without
judging.
     I remember it, Mulder  I can remember everything about that
night as clearly as if it were yesterday.  We made a baby that night;
I don't know how, but we did.  It's a miracle, Mulder  our miracle.
A miracle that I am afraid you will never know of or see.

    I wake, empty and alone, crying your name into the blackness of
the night.  Desolation overwhelms me as I remember that you're gone
and that this is all I have left, this memory of bliss.

The End