TITLE: Musings of a Red-headed Woman (2)
AUTHOR: Cheddar (cheddar1013@yahoo.com)
CATEGORY: V, MSR, H
SPOILERS: Millennium, Small Potatoes, Never Again, WOTC
RATING: PG
SUMMARY: Scully wonders about kissing
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: I got a few comments saying my old version was confusing, so here it is again. PLEASE GIVE ME FEEDBACK ON THIS ONE!!!!
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I have always wondered about kissing. Why do people keep their eyes closed? Is the guy so ugly they can't stand to look at them? Of course not- that never happens. [welll… I have yet to give Frohike what he wants so maybe that doesn't apply in all situations.]. At least, it certainly wasn't the case when we kissed. Why do people keep their eyes closed shut to one of the things in life that is the most beautiful?
I've kissed a good bit of guys in my life. Some cute, some not so cute [Ed Jerse, you say? Okay, that was a very bad time for me…let's just let bygones be bygones.] Some were good kissers. Some weren't. [I have a feeling if I were to kiss Van Blundt a la Mulder I would wound up with feelings of déjà vu about being six months old and not being able to control my salivary glands]. Some I ended up having wild fantasies about afterwards.
Then there was you.
You aren't the world's greatest guy. Your tongue is not the sweetest thing I've ever tasted [Sorry but I have a soft spot for mint-chocolate-chip ice-cream]. You are no Tom Cruise.
But there's something about the way you kiss.
I kissed you once before. That was heaven. No, that was about three steps beyond heaven.
Now don't let that ego of yours swell up, because I hadn't always dreamed of kissing you. You *can* be a real pain in the butt sometimes. Sometimes, I think I'm glad I shot you. Hey, you ditch me, you lie to me, you sleep with every blond who throws a casual glance your way. Actually, to be precise, you sleep with every brunette, blond and redhead who throws a casual glance your way. At least you want to [By the way who the hell names their kid Bambi?]
But once- several years ago, on Christmas Eve, I let you kiss me. Do you remember? Or was that just another one of the thousands of times you've kissed a sweet little girl just because you like to kiss?
Either way, I remember.
I remember you tilting your head down at me. At first I thought you were leaning down to tell me something, like Happy New Years. Or maybe to give me a cheek-kiss [We've gotten awfully good at those, don't you think?]. But what I didn't expect was to turn and see your eyes dropping, your lips slightly parted. Now even *I* have kissed enough people to know what that means.
Our lips were delicately holding each other. I wanted to put my arm around you, to bring you closer, but the truth is, I was so wrapped up in your lips that I couldn't move. I didn't want to move. I think we could have stayed there forever if my lung capacity wasn't so damn weak. After all, you weren't the one who broke away. I was.
I love you… you know that, right? I love you all the time, but sometimes, if you're really lucky, I love you enough to let you kiss me. And right now, I would give anything to relive those few precious moments once more. I would give anything to kiss you again. It would be exactly the same as last time. I would give anything to feel the same emotions, so hear the same noises, to taste the same things…
Except this time I would keep my eyes open.
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