TITLE: Give and Take--I (1/1) AUTHOR: Terma99 EMAIL: terma99@aol.com DISTRIBUTION: Go for it, anywhere. SPOILERS: Nope. None. RATING: NC-17 for "adult situations" CLASSIFICATION: V, MSR SUMMARY: Desert sands, starlight, two FBI agents and a convertible--need I say more? MY NOTES: So I'm trying to finish the LAST scene of my case file, and some blessed saintly human emails me the MM KISS video clip. I spend the better part of the morning watching every frame forwards and backwards, taking screen shots, etc. (yeah, I got it bad...) and I was so overcome with warm fuzzies I had to go and write this. You'll notice it's called Give and Take-I of II...that's one for Mulder, one for Scully...this one's for Scully. DISCLAIMER: Okay, here we go. I don't own them, I'm just borrowing them because the grand high sci-fiction genius Chris Carter invented them and I'm horribly envious. So I borrow them and let them have a break from some of the five plus years of UST. I think they appreciate it. All regards to 1013, FOX, and such. No infringement, no money intended, just fun for my squirrely little mind. FEEDBACK: PLEASE!! Give me a reason for living. My toil as a magazine editor is sapping the life out of me! Terma99@aol.com (My friends call me Sharon) Give and Take--I (1/1) by Terma99 The sky was dark and impossibly wide over the flat, still desert landscape. Starlight, pricking the blackness was hot and sharp dazzling the expanse. Through it all swirled the unmistakable backbone of space--the dense glowing Milky Way clearly defined and delicate, unraveling itself over them there in the stillness, the silence of the high desert. It was beyond silence--quiet beyond breath, no animal or leaf stirred the air that lay flat hovering, just cooling with the advancing night, sinking lower to the stones, the tight tangle of grasses, the tall, plump and prickled cactus, stretching, bathing over the vast cover of red sand and dust. Sensation was condensed, refined, and defined only by what they brought with them, between them, to this still and distant place. The only sounds that journeyed to her ears was the gentle thrumming of her blood and the answering pulsing beat of the heart of the man upon whom she reclined--her back warmed with his closeness and the wrappings of soft woolen blankets that enveloped them like gloves. His long arms pulled her closer, tightening around her waist drawing her even deeper into his embrace, taking a gentle hand to tuck her more snugly under his chin, dipping his head to press a soft kiss into her hair--leaving his lips there, just breathing. She turned her head to the side, her cheek caressed by the weave of his shirt and let herself fall mes- merized into the low musky scent of him, as she exhaled and inhaled with the rise and fall of his chest. They had driven across the high dry plain into the fall of night, the open roof of the convertible allowing the cooling air of the sunbaked day tangle in their hair as the mesas rolled by. Going nowhere, everywhere, without restraints, without obli- gations, into the sublime nothingness. They had stopped a half mile from the main road, not a road at all, just a fragment of tire tracks from a long- forgotten trail to somewhere no one could remember, bouncing and kicking up stones and fine dust. Curled around one another across the backseat, warmed by blankets, their eyes open to the sky and to each other--they kissed. A delicious dance of soft flesh and heated tongues, tasting, stroking, drawing them into a feverish embrace, fingers entangled in silky locks of copper upon brown--only to break, pause, and breathe--hold one another close and warm, taking in the night air, letting the flame ebb and still, until once again he drew her hungrily to him to feed on her sweetness--drawing it from her with his mouth, his devotion, his need. A low and sensuous cycle of ardent passion and shared pleasure, subduing into a languorous pause, subtly punctuated by soft wet kisses to her chin, nose, and eyelids. Once again he had drawn back and turning her about, nestled her small frame before him, so that she lay back into him secure and protected. It was here that the stillness began to work itself into her--taking her away from herself and the gentle ache of her arousal. She stilled, drifting, but the tension was still there, just beneath, pulsing seductively, waiting patiently for her lover to take her beyond at his bid- ding. Her arms and legs soft and loose, her face turned against the rise of his chest, she began to drift deli- cately to sleep. Carefully and gently his arms loosened and his hands stole across her body, feeling the gentle curve of her hips, rising higher, crossing over her waist to her small shoulders and back down again to begin the motions over, awakening the skin under her jeans and soft thin shirt, brushing over her in gentle waves in a soothing, thoughtful manner--touching her every- where but where she longed to be touched. And then as if in response to her wish, his hands moved up and the warmth of his palms drew over her breasts, circling, squeezing ever so gently, moving the thin fabric of her shirt against the lace that lay beneath, drawing her pink softness into tense peaks of teased flesh. She breathed a tentative moan into the silence, holding herself back for fear of breaking into the taunt plane of the quiet night, but the feel of his hands on her was stirring her beyond fear of sound and she moaned again, her voice filling and rising into the flatness of the air and up towards the stars. His hands left her breasts and before she felt she should protest, stretched lower to the waist of her jeans and began to loosen them so his long warm fingers could lift her shirt higher and savor the soft flesh of her belly, kneading the silky skin with his thumbs. *Yes*...she sighed, this is where it begins--and she arched her back to urge his fingers closer to her melting center. He pulled back then, bringing his hands to her arms and gently guided her back against him. "Relax..." he whispered. His voice, the first true word he had spoken for hours was warm and hoarse in her ear. His hands moving up and down her arms, easing her, stilling her again. She nestled once more against his chest, her breath going from short and fast--to long and deep, her mind slipping from her. "Yes..." he breathed, his voice like water over smoothed stone. "Let it go...go to sleep. Let me touch you while you sleep." She opened her eyes and looked up at him, "M...?" He silenced her with a kiss. "Trust me," he said, his eyes gray and dark and wide against the shimmering sky. He kissed her again soft and warm, his lips just parting hers, breathing into her. "Trust me..." And letting a deep breath flow from her, she did, relaxing and curving herself back into his arms. When her breath began to deepen, he started his care- ful molding and stroking once again, bringing her body subtly back to arousal without disrupting her journey into twilight. It was lulling her, although she could feel the move- ments of his hands in every detail, she was slowly slipping into someplace she had never been for long --the half-light between consciousness and slumber-- where the mind unhinges, but the sensations of sound, smell and touch still register at half volume. His fingers slowly separated and drew her jeans lower to where he could ease them just over the swell of her hips. One arm anchored around her waist, he drew the other flat down her stomach and slipped under the smooth satin strip of material and threaded his fingers into her damp curls... He was assaulted by a hot, deep pull low in his body that swelled and pulsed in response beneath her. His hand left her waist and plunged into her hair. His mouth close to her ear, he raggedly whispered... "God, you're so wet...I love how wet you always are for me." And his teeth nipped the soft flesh of her earlobe briefly. He let go of a sigh and stopped, drop- ping his lips to her shoulder, giving himself a silent command to disengage--this wasn't about him tonight--he had already decided--this was something he wanted for her. She remained lax against him despite his nip, willing herself to stay deliciously adrift as she felt his arm return to her waist and his fingers slip lower and caress her, petting her sex like a kitten--it was at once both arousing and relaxing and she felt herself begin to give into it passively, letting the sensations float through her as they may, to whatever direction they might take. He tenderly spread her moist lips apart and slipped one long finger between, dragging against the side of her burning nub, just glancing it before smoothing past again, into the neighboring folds of sensitive swol- len flesh, slowly, methodically--a glancing ballet of ecstasy. It took no small effort on her part to remain still under his administrations, the somnolence that had overtaken her was being seriously threatened by a deeper denser hunger. A hunger to be entered, filled, possessed by this man--almost against her will, her hips spasmed upward, urging. His finger stilled and the hand around her waist held her firmly. His lips moved to her ear again murmuring to her like a lullaby as his hand pulled back and stroked her belly. "Shhh...let me do this for you..." "But...I want to..." "I know...s'okay. Let it go, baby, let it go..." He ran a path of slow kisses down her neck to her shoulder until she sighed against him again, letting the furious beating of her heart wane, subsiding from its frantic pace. And then just as easily as before, she felt herself dipping closer to sleep, understanding faintly that the altered states of arousal and sleep are close cousins indeed, one never far from the other. So close, that when his fingers began their stroking again she felt herself relating to the sensations in a more general sense--it wasn't about climbing to a frenzied point--this was about letting herself be gently washed over by waves of disassociated pleasure. He was leading her into a blissful purgatory where the disjointed images of dream- land lapped at the hard edge of desire. Her growing sensations were transcending the mun- dane, base description of friction upon the wet hot swollen flesh between her legs and taking on new symbolism. Instead she imagined the state of her body like that of a ball of wax held over a flame-- softening, losing its molded shape, drawing down flatter and wider with gravity until overcome by heat she began to liquefy and drip away as the flame slowly consumed her--leaving her vanishing into a thin glistening sheen. She imagined she was close, very close to release-- and it would be hers if she would let it be so--but her half-dream state prevented her from tensing her muscles and directing her orgasm to the tiny nestle of nerves embedded in her sex. Instead, her growing climax was spreading evenly over her body, alighting and drawing sensation from every nerve, from her toes to the crown of her head. It shimmered over her in sensual waves, vibrating, drawing her out of her- self--she imagined the band of milky starlight above unzipping thread by thread opening itself up as she expanded to fill the void, becoming as wide and smooth and vast as the desert sky, the infinitesimal points of light pricking her nerves turning her from dull flesh to pure brilliance, dazzling and brighter than vision could stand. This was the imagery her mind orchestrated to accom- pany the onslaught of physical sensation as her climax was stretched into one long stream of indescribable pleasure--a high clear note, coursing steadily, seamless, refusing to end, refusing to end. And then the light was calmly extinguished like a cup over a candle flame--everything went dark, leaving it its wake a gentle thrumming as the sensations retreated and the blood in her veins leveled back to even. The darkness was warm and soft, it surrounded her and comforted her and called her to it and within it she broke away from the duality of consciousness and slipped into dreamless sleep. She slept now so deeply that she failed to feel the tender embrace of her lover tightening, encircling her in his arms, whispering her name into her hair over and over as the moisture from his eyes glistened against her cheek like starlight. **************************************** FEEDBACK--please! Just let me know a breathing human read this! 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