From: "Lisa " Date: Tue, 22 Aug 2000 02:27:02 -0000 Subject: xfc: Touching Goodbye Source: xfc Touching Goodbye by Lisa Cole E-mail: gilly1013@hotmail.com Web Site: http://www.geocities.com/timidrose/ Archive: PLEASE! Just let me know Feedback: I do happy dances around the house, saying, "They like me! They really like me!!!" when I get feedback. So tell me you like me, if you do. :) Category: V, A Sully POV, a sort of song fic Rating: PG-13 Spoilers: Requium Summary: Post ep for Requium Disclaimer: Scully's not mine, though I wish she was. :) I am just putting her through a good dose of angst. Tori Amos' song "Father Lucifer" is hers, not mine. Thanks: To David Note: This is really about me and my friend David, but I thought it could pass for a post Requium too. The words in italics are song lyrics. His eyes are closed. I mumble goodbye with my fingers as they tumble on his skin, one devastating inch from thin air. I draw careless circles on his back, with my skin's transparent paint brush. Around and around and around, a figure eight of good-byes attached like imaginary paper dolls. A breath crosses over his soft lips, and causes my hair to collide with nothing. Father Lucifer you never looked so sane. "That feels good," he says, one octave above silence. So my tiny good-byes continue to combine with his flesh. I travel aimlessly across streets and highways, country roads, and crosswalks, all the while, closing my eyes, so he does not see the silent water run from the small, dark oceans of my eyes. You always did prefer the drizzle to the rain ... The forbidden territory of a love realized too late is transmitted like lightning to his waiting cotton skin. Fingertips that are too young to be old tremble along to the beat of rushing hearts, and I am carried to a taboo bliss. Nothing's gonna stop me from floating. He says, "I want to make you feel this way. I like the look of pleasure on your face, and the noises you make when I touch you. I like knowing I am making you feel good." And I rise. Nothing's gonna stop me from floating. He runs luscious kisses of sugar along my neck, stopping to suckle the soft, expectant places. No air is between us now, only the heat of lost time. I possess his look of pleasure, and his happy moans, as we touch good-bye, and reach artificial nirvana for one last time. Nothing's gonna stop me from floating. Nothing's gonna stop me from floating. Nothing's gonna stop me from floating. Nothing's gonna stop me from floating. Nothing's gonna stop me from floating. Nothing's gonna stop me from floating. I sit on his bed now, alone, but insecurely secure that we made the right choice. He is not here, but I am, and though fatally fragile, I am breathing ... barely. Short, tiny wisps of air give me meager sustenance to move forward, but I do. I move on, all the while, secretly waiting for his return. Father Lucifer, you never looked so sane.