Somewhere Beyond by icedteainthebag Rating: R Feedback: davephile@yahoo.com Date: Sept. 30, 2008 Spoilers: post-IWTB Classification: V, MSR Keywords: Mulder/Scully Archive: Anytime, anywhere Summary: The night calls for a reconnect by lamplight. Disclaimer: These two aren't mine. Author's Notes: This was originally written for the Grand X-Files Porn Battle at LiveJournal. I wrote others but this one is dear to my heart. You can check out all the Porn Battle fics by visiting http://community.livejournal.com/xf_pornbattle. ___________________________________________ The night calls for a reconnect by lamplight after the turbulent waves of the past subside. She undresses slowly and lays on the bed, waiting for him. It's silent. They're capable of speaking with or without words and she's not entirely sure where her preference lies. But his eyes speak volumes as he spoons up to her, wrapping his arm around her stomach. She turns and looks at him. She sees a bright-eyed boy in there, somewhere beneath fine lines of age. Somewhere beyond his knowledge of things not to be mentioned. She touches the swollen wound above his left eyebrow, just another injury to add to the mental scrapbook detailing their battle wounds. He kisses her palm and looks at her adoringly. It makes her smile, that look in his eyes. Like she's truly his world, the rays of sunshine in his life. "Hey," she says, running her thumb over his lower lip. "I love you." The look in his eyes turns serious. Gravity is pulling him, pulling both of them gently back to firmly packed snow, blood-spattered under their feet. It had been so long since she'd smelled putrid blood, the vacant hint of death in the air. "I love you too," she says. She remembers the first time they exchanged those words, really said them, verbatim, lucid, wrapped up in worn cotton sheets in his old apartment years ago. She'd been perched over his hips, hovering before the instant that everything changed, and the words slipped past her lips as her forehead touched his. He'd echoed them, his gentle voice like a dream. Feeling complete, at that moment and afterward, came at a price, a ransom they kept paying to fate. "I want to be inside you," he whispers, running his fingers through her hair. He kisses her eyebrow. "Now. Forever." "You are," she says. Their lips meet. He nudges against her mouth, parting his lips for more. They consume each other in every imaginable way. His mouth caresses hers, grazes her neck. Her fingers read his back, the curves and lines, the ridges of his shoulders. His lips feather over the curves of her breasts, worship the hollow of her stomach. Breath arrives hot and moist on the inside of her bent knee, on her inner thigh, until he eagerly greets her with his tongue and she rises to him, a sharp breath out, a sharp breath in. His fingers slip in, his tongue slides over, and she is moving her hips with him, to him, perfectly in synch with his mouth, his hand. He knows how to play her after years of practice, but it never feels like the same song. She pulls on his hair and he rises over her. There are few times when she realizes how big he is, how small she is, but when he covers her body gently is when it's most obvious. He settles between her thighs and pushes into her, watching her face, meeting her eyes, listening intently to her moan. She tilts her hips and curls her legs around him, pulling him deeper. He nuzzles his face into her neck and she surrounds him, protecting him. Reconnected, basic, his warm skin tastes just like him--that never changed over the years, the delicious taste of his shoulder. The way he kisses her and pulls at her bottom lip with his teeth, the way he smiles when she writhes under his body. His rhythm, his thrusts and his low, gravely moans. His hardness and how he whispers her name, the way she answers him with his own. Her fingernails and how they dig into his back, desperate for more. Amid change, constants remain, and in a vulnerable world of darkness, she still sees a bright-eyed boy, hopeful in wonder, carelessly in awe. - end -