Bananas By RocketMan ===== "Shout it out to the night-give me what I deserve, cause it's my right. Shouldn't I have this, Shouldn't I have this, Shouldn't I have all of this and Passionate kisses, passionate kisses, passionate kisses from you..." --"Passionate Kisses" (can anyone remember the singer?) ===== I walk through the apartment, stopping to peer out the window for his car, and then head on to the kitchen. I rifle through some of the cabinets looking for fruit, but knowing I don't have any. I am craving some fruit. Like a pear or an apple, or even better, a banana. I love bananas. If he brings bananas, maybe it is fate. I stop again by the window, a bit worried because he was suppsoed to have been here long ago, and I can't help but think of the tree falling and smashing into his car, right where he should have been. But he didn't get in a wreck. I know it. I would have felt that for sure. I slip back into the kitchen and rummage through the fridge, vainly giving myself something to do instead of waiting for him because I know my imagination will dream up horrible things when all that's happened is Mulder being Mulder. Late as usual. I really want some fruit. A banana. I can feel the banana squishing through my teeth, yellow fuzz in my mouth and the aftertaste of . . . something. Potassium maybe, like the aftertaste of those zinc lozenges. "Mulder! Hurry up!" I say into nothing, wishing him here faster so that I can leave for the grocery store and bananas. I see the car pull into my apartment lot and his tall lanky form ease out from the driver's seat, his hair blending with the dirty light of dusk and the leather jacket he always wears. I unlock my door and sit on the couch, pulling out all the paperwork and receipts and reports and everything that goes with a case. My stomach growls and grumbles at me for making it wait, but I couldn't leave him wondering where I had gone to run get some bananas. Of course, Mulder can be an hour late and leave me wondering . . . He steps inside smiling and with a brown bag in his hands. I jump up, eyes traveling to the bag. Maybe? Maybe he really . . . Nah. Way too much to hope for. Probably pizza or something. I'll have to settle for that instead. He comes over to the couch and sinks down, pulling on my shirt hem to make me sit too. I lift an eyebrow and watch as his hand delves into the bag and retrieves a plastic sack with . . . bananas. "Mulder!" I say, jerking away a bit because this is really too spooky. "Sorry. I know it's not pizza, but something told me we needed bananas tonight and I --" "All right! Way to go, Mulder." I snatch the curved fruit from his hands and jump to my feet. "Bananas!" "Didn't know you liked them so much." he murmurs. "I have been craving a banana all day!" He smiles and shakes his head. "See, communication, unspoken." I sit back down and pull off the plastic around the bunch, ripping some off in my haste. He takes them from me. "Hey!" "Woah, Scully. Slow down. You'll bruise them and then they'll be no good." I nod and grab for them again. He jerks them away and smiles. "Let a man do this," he says and winks at me. "Oh, and a man won't bruise them?" I spout angrily, flashing him a deadly look. "A real man doesn't hurt innocent bananas, Scully." I give him a small tiny recognition grin for his joke, unwilling to give a full smile for such a stupid thing. "Okay," he says handing me a single beautiful sunny yellow banana, fulfilling all of my dreams at that moment. "There you go." He talks into my hair because I have tilted my head forward to inspect it causing his lips to brush my bangs making tingles race through my skin. This is not because of the banana. He reaches over me as I struggle to start the peeling, and grabs it from my hands again. "Here, let me," he says and digs his finger into the soft flesh of the stem, breaking it cleanly and easily. I smile a thanks and take it back, ready for my lips to touch the soft surface, my tongue to slide along the moist fruit. Mulder watches me very carefully with eyes that swirl like creamer added to coffee and his mouth parts, as if watching me is erotic. I feel my cheeks flush and I stop chewing and swallow, the banana not so appetizing as the man before me. His face comes forward and his breath puffs out across my nose and upper lip until I can feel the protons and electrons charging the air and I sink into him, lips colliding. As he tastes the fruit of my mouth, laced with the fruit of mother nature I can feel him shudder through me like a plow dragged across rich, dormant soil, awakening it into new epiphanies of sunshine. And all I wanted was a banana . . . end adios RM