TITLE: "How Ironic" (Part 1)

AUTHOR: Scarlet

RATING: G

CATEGORY: MSR: pure poetic fluff  Scully POV

SUMMARY: Scully spends a thought filled evening with Mulder

ARCHIVE: You simply couldn't make me happier, I just ask to know where 
it's going.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Very short and sweet, but this particular piece will 
have at least 2 more parts; the next of which I'm working on now. I 
intentionally left a bit up to your own imagination but please enjoy it 
anyway!

E-MAIL: You would absolutely make my day by dropping me a line!!! 
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DISCLAIMER: If I really owned these wonderful characters, and not Chris 
Carter, 1013, David and Gillian, don't you think I'd be tanning right 
now somewhere in the South Pacific?

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A December flake slams against my frosted window. Darkness sparkles 
around its frilled edges; transforming its random geometry into that of 
an expertly cut diamond. It slowly begins its descent down the glass 
and unintentionally trails its perfect sculpture in a wake of droplets. 
My eyes follow its reluctant path until it pauses at the window sill, 
too exhausted to continue further. 

The flame in my fireplace pops noisily against its wooden victim; and I 
sigh: content with the knowledge that even it is not as warm as I am. 
Burning orange fingers straining skyward only to retreat back to the 
safety of its base, painting a more haunting image than any artist's 
brush could describe.

Fire and Ice: two such contrasting universals-existing seperately, yet 
both in need of the other. Surviving and flurishing in the same world 
as life and death, light and dark, love and loneliness.

Loneliness? Ahh, loneliness: a definitive word whose symptoms I've not 
known for what seems a lifetime. But it *has* been a lifetime- a 
rebirth- into something without definition, only realizations. 

I shiver now. Not from fear. Not from intimidation. And heaven knows, 
not from a chill. But from the sudden aknowledgement that time has 
stopped. 

For us. 

The clock on my wall clicks away, but its purpose is useless. As surely 
as I once felt the slaughter of every second, I now have lost track of 
the hours. 

Your soft breath whispers across my collar bone and your lips land 
somewhere within that lingering caress. A slow trail of feathery sur-
renders makes my heart pause for a moment too long- allowing me to 
float above the clouds in a suspended second of eternity. 

This moment, as every moment I spend with you, crystalizes effort-
lessly- building to construct an earthly Heaven. Yet what I feel is 
anything but earthly; it's unique, strange, alien to anything I've ever 
known... I smile, knowing how you'd appreciate my choice of words. But 
no language in the world has yet found a word for it, only sensations. 
And this sensation is Heaven on a Sunday. 

I feel you smile against me as though you can read my thoughts. But 
even that, time has taught me not to rule out when it comes to you. 

Lazily, I turn just enough to bring your beautiful face into focus. 
Your hazel eyes are dark but they seem to glow with, yet again, a 
serene, unidentifible truth. But what I find myself hypnotized by is 
far superior to anything I've ever noticed in your eyes. The colors 
have shifted, now enticing a thousand kisses to dance in their shadows. 
And I am enchanted with its delicate boldness. 

Has there ever been so real a dream? If not, I pity those who have 
missed its firey dalliance. I suddenly panic with the horror that I may 
wake to find it only a vision. And suddenly I want nothing more than 
the assurance that our dreams have crossed into a sleepless reality.

Forget the world. Forget all the obligations, all the requirements, all 
the expectations, all the ice and fire at the fate of longing, and all 
the people trapped inside; and tell me you love me. 

Words that were always so unneccessary a luxury for us, is the only 
thing I lack now. 

But you need no coaching, no bribing, no hint of what or how or when, 
because you know me. 

And you tell me. And I smile.   

        THE END... OR IS IT JUST THE BEGINNING

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