From: ephemeral@ephemeralfic.org Date: 28 Nov 2001 00:46:58 -0000 Subject: IN THE DEEP OF DARK NIGHT, by C. Chaffin (1/1), MSR, V, NC-17 by Char Chaffin Source: direct Reply To: char@chaffin.com IN THE DEEP OF DARK NIGHT By: Char Chaffin Category: MSR, Vignette Rating: NC-17 Disclaimers: My Clones, lovingly fashioned after CC's originals - except mine still sleep together... Spoilers: Wellll.... slightly Season Nine THANKS TO: My writing partner Tess, for beta, hand-holding, friendship, I could go on and on... DEDICATION: To our sweet IWTB-Mate Mel, on her Birthday! Summary: 'She has raised him that high, with nothing more than her love. And that's all he will ever need.' "In the Deep of Dark Night" In the deep of dark night he is a blind man. Relying on touch, he searches for her. His fingers crawl across expanses of warm cotton sheets and soft downy blankets, each digit an eye that will know her by memory alone. His arms follow his hands and his heart closes in fast when at last he locates her. In the dark he is a blind man - but he doesn't need to see her; that lovely face is indelibly stamped into him, deeper and more permanent than any tattoo. His arms encircle her. His hands curve over small shoulders and trail down slender arms until they can link fingers together. Her sweet breath puffs unevenly against his chin, mouths not quite meeting. Prolonging the moment when lips and tongues touch and tangle; when saliva pools together and teeth clash. Warm, wet, lasting forever - in the deep of dark night that sort of kiss fuels them, feeds them... sustains them. Her hands seek his face and cup him at cheek-level. Mouth fiercely devouring his, she demands his tongue and offers up her own in recompense. Down in her throat, a purring; even a bit of a growl. No specific words, yet he can hear and understand: "...Solongit'sbeensolongGodsolong..." It has been so long. The words swirl through him, hanging themselves up on his overflowing heart. So hard it brings tears to his eyes; tears she tastes on her tongue as they seep into her open mouth. Her ragged sigh is accompanied by the clinging grasp of her arms about his neck and two words, which say it all. "Oh, Mulder..." The darkness presses in on them, cocoon-like and oddly comforting. She knows he cannot see the weight she has lost. He knows she cannot see the ravages of separation in his clouded eyes. The darkness is kind to them; the darkness is a necessary thing. But his hands know every tiny silky hair of her body... and her fingers have traced every minute crinkle around his mouth and his eyes. Symbols of their longing; badges of their love - present and accounted for, in the bottomless night. It has been too long... His body has been starved for hers and likewise she has gone so hungry. Their coupling will last but a few minutes - yet they can spin it out within their minds, and make it last an eternity. He lets his mouth slide down her body, north to precious south. She smells like rainwater and flowers; mint and something spicy, something only she can manufacture. He tastes her skin and feels himself tighten and tighten; growing harder - and harder. Her soft and damp center is a magnet; he homes in at once. Slipping a leg over each of his shoulders - feeling the soles of her feet touch lightly upon his back. He bows his head and gives thanks for the bounty he is about to receive. And his body screams for fast furious hard... but his mouth is utter gentle supplication as he takes her tender lips. Silence in the darkness, broken only by her sighs and soft moans, as he drinks her in. Her hands tunnel through his damp hair. Her hips push into him with eager strength. He feeds her frenzy, higher and higher - his mouth beyond adoring - and he swallows her convulsions as his ears register her cry when she climaxes. He keeps his mouth over her, soaking in every shudder, every sweet twitch - every last beating drop. He is a blind man but his mind is full of the glory of his woman when she comes... and that vision goes so much past the ability to see. Now he leans back when he feels her push at him. He lets her pin his shoulders to the mattress, knowing that to give control to her is to assure certain nirvana. It has been too long... he wants it to last but he knows how close he is; knows he won't hold out. So he gives over control but he stays her wandering mouth with gasping vowels. "No. Not yet. I'm so close..." His hands settle at her waist and he pulls her in place over him. He bends his legs at the knee and urges her to allow the support for her back. He sits up a bit and curls her closer; he can reach her soft breasts, in this position. He can slide himself so deep, in this position. And so he does - he reaches for her soft breasts with his mouth - and he slides himself so deep, with his penis. Inside her, surrounding her and in turn being surrounded, by her - mouth covering her breast. Feeling her move on him, against him - he is a blind man and so he leaves his eyes open. Knowing that hot blue stare of hers is trained on his face; he doesn't have to see, to understand those eyes are locked with his. She rocks and circles, jabs and undulates. Her muscle control is amazing. She wants him to come. She tells him, breathy rasp of a voice in his ear. "Come, please - hurry, I'm almost there... with you, this time. God, so good... Love you, so..." He echoes back to her, words biting into her tight nipple. "...Good... Jesus... I love you, Baby... Scully, oh, Baby..." In the deep of dark night he feels himself unravel within her - knowing she will absorb him, shelter his essence - make it part of her. He is a blind man and he doesn't need to see her - she is so deeply inside him that he can see through her skin. He can look out through her soul, and reach one palm toward Heaven; watch it fill up with stars. She has raised him that high, with nothing more than her love. And that's all he will ever need. In the deep of dark night they fall into a dreamless slumber. Entwined completely - she doesn't know where he ends and she begins. It doesn't matter - for they became one so long ago, and sleeping in this manner is so very familiar... He is a blind man - and she, for once, welcomes the deep of dark night as well... Because for her it means she won't have to watch him when it comes time for him to leave. And for him it means he won't have to witness - once more - the sadness in her eyes. End I would love to hear from you, especially if you enjoy De Love! Email me, at char@chaffin.com Please visit my site, at http://char.chaffin.com