(hit send....hit send....c'mon....you can do it...) Please do not Archive--already sent to Gossamer. "Noir" by Kelida Flynn (kelida_flynn@hotmail.com) Rating: PG-13 (for some adult situations) Category: VA, MSR Keywords: Mulder/Scully romance Spoilers: None Summary: During one sleepless night, Mulder and Scully find each other in the dark. Thanks: Thank you to Susan for her astute, insightful, and extremely helpful beta-reading. I would be two verbs short of a bakers dozen without you. Disclaimer: The characters and situations of the X-Files are the property of Chris Carter, Fox Broadcasting and Ten-Thirteen Productions, and have been used without permission. No copyright infringement is intended, nor are the characters being used for commercial purposes. Blah, blah.....did I say blah? Feedback: Oh pretty please! Archive status: Just keep my name and email addy with it if you will. -------- "Noir" by Kelida Flynn (kelida_flynn@hotmail.com) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ There are lights flickering through the thin curtains. In here though they appear subdued and soft, but outside-- they are creatures, primitive, rough--almost wild. They are harsh in order to cut through the night and break the black because their creators are frightened by the darkness. In a world where there is so much to fear, men revert to their primal instincts because that is what they know. I can't blame them. Light and dark are contrasting forces that co-exist, though not necessarily in balance with each other. I try to search for the light because I live in a dark world, a dark existence. I see each ray as a spark of hope, a morsel to be savored, sometimes--devoured. The X-files. They have consumed me, and I have consumed them. And then there is Scully. Sometimes--lately--it feels like she's all I have left. . .and I take so much of her, there isn't much left for herself. It is another sleepless night in another non-descript city. Not unusual. I am thinking of her. Not so strange. Never strange. I need sweet dreams whether or not I am awake. Reality would drive me mad if I didn't have fantasies to keep me sane. I wonder how she sleeps tonight. When we parted, she looked worn--tired, ragged. These last few cases have been tearing at her. They're beginning to drain her of her strength that makes her *Scully*. The color in her eyes are fading somewhat, a mundane shade of blue-gray. I can see she's beginning to lose some faith--in herself--in me. I also know that it is partially my fault. I push too hard, and sometimes she can't help but be pulled along, but I don't want to push her aside. I do that often enough and all it accomplishes is driving the rift between us further and further apart. I need her by my side if I have any hopes of ever making it through this life. I'm selfish. I need her strength, her faith. I need her. Tonight there is a knock at my door. Not urgent, but gentle. Asking. It can be no other, and I am not one to refuse her entrance. She stops for a moment after entering. The door closes with a soft thud, a faint gasp of air as it shuts. "What are you doing up, Scully?" "I couldn't sleep." "Me neither." She draws nearer and now stands behind me. My face is to the window. Her arms circle my chest, her cheek on the curve of my back. Her heat warms my chill. "I almost lost you again today, Mulder." Her finger touches the spot above my left eye where I was grazed by a bullet. I smile weakly, fending off a wince of pain. "It was nothing a little iodine and gauze couldn't handle." "It's never *nothing*, Mulder." I take her hand from my forehead and guide it to my lips. Her fingertips trace around the corner of my mouth, the faint friction of the touch causing me to shake. "Mulder. How many times do you need to be shot at before. . ." She stops and turns her head away. Still holding hands we sit together on the mattress. Silent. Now, she is somehow in my arms. I begin to let myself fall into her. She's mine--no, no, that's not right. She's not mine, or anybody else's. She belongs to no one but herself. I'm the one that belongs to her. I always have. I wouldn't want it any other way. Suddenly, a kiss. A kiss. A prayer. A rejuvenation of a dying heart. A life restored and a destiny fulfilled in a simple touch. Her lips sliding onto mine. She tastes like ambrosia. She feels like heaven. But she draws away from me then as though some great wrong has transpired. She murmurs an apology, but I'm not going to take it because simply, I know that it was right. It felt right and good and natural. Here now, we are black and gray. Not so simple, yet not so complex. Spread raw before each other now, we are more ourselves without our inhibitions. I kiss her now. A handful of peppermint stars. A taste of vanilla moon. Drunk on the evening dew we try to feel again. We are groping in the dark, begging to be found. She is restless as am I. We are both wanderers seeking refuge in each other, filling in the missing pieces. Tonight I find the sphere that is her love and absorb her passions and desires into mine. It is a fiery concoction that fills me and it is agony in its pleasure. Her sigh is now on my lips. I feel the burn of passion in her hands. She runs them across my eyelids gently. Then I feel her hands caressing my face, my neck, sliding down, down, her tension apparent, ready to explode. There is desire in each breath, and there is longing in our eyes that seeks the love that has always been scorched in our souls. The loneliness, the numbness leaves me now. I feel her relax against me. The pulse of her heart quick against my chest slowing down into a deep throb. Our bodies mesh and our spirits are set free afloat upon the misty rays of neons--blue, green, purple--a mellow dream. Then red, yellow orange--our skin ablaze in release. Then darkness. Only her and I. We are silhouettes in the moonlight. Angels swimming in the dark. Tonight we step on silk webs, and dance in each other's arms through the many shades of black. The End -------------------------------- *For those who might not know, "noir" means "black" in French. Author's Note: Shipperfluff! (Now I tell you, eh?) An interlude between some heavy pondering on a larger, more complex story. I also needed a little reaffirmation of my shipper status--this helps. Otherwise my poor homepage would cry. Thank you for making it this far. 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