TITLE: Reflections
AUTHOR: Valerina
E-MAIL ADDRESS: Valerina719@hotmail.com
DISTRIBUTION: Yes Gossamer, anywhere else--just ask and I'll say yes
SPOILER WARNING: Dreamland II
RATING: PG-13
CLASSIFICATION: V,H, MSRish
SUMMARY: Just a few seconds in Scully's mind.
FEEDBACK: To borrow from Brandon Ray (whose work I absolutely adore), oh hell yes!
DISCLAIMER: If you think I own 'em, here's a question for you: What have you been smokin'?
AN: This is a piece of fic that is up at Gossamer under the name Lara, because that was who I used to be :) Years ago in college I wrote this and in a big sniffly farewell to the XF (the Finale aired last night), I'm reposting my XF fic. Hope they're still enjoyed!
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"The few shots through the mirror served only to tease us with what could have been."
--Autumn Tysko's Dreamland II Review
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"Oooh," Scully exclaimed as the extra weight landing on the waterbed sent her falling onto her back. She blinked and her eyes focused on her own reflection...on the ceiling of all places. Catching sight of the two of them lying there together, she couldn't help but murmur, "Mulder."
So, there she was, lying less than five inches away from Mulder. Of course, she knew it wasn't *Mulder* lying there next to her on a bed he would never own in a room she never knew he had. But, she reasoned, at least she could pretend for a few seconds. Damn, but didn't they look good together--in a horizontal position no less?
Next to her, NotMulder propped himself up on one elbow and leaned over her. "Do ya hate it?" Mulder's voice, but not really *Mulder's* voice, asked of her, thinking only of the great lay he envisioned for himself sometime in the near future.
Scully stared at the ceiling again. She could imagine Mulder rolling over onto her, kissing her slowly, wetly...
*BLINK*
She wondered what it would be like to watch herself ride Mulder like a pony, working out every single drop of sexual frustration that had been accumulating in her for more than six years now, and enjoying every minute of it...
*BLINK*
Hell, she even saw her senior citizen self, red hair still maintained by Clairol #37, wriggling and writhing under a bald Mulder trying to make it last for her. She snorted inwardly--if we live that long, that is.
Scully thought back to the present, seeing herself and NotMulder lying in bed together--where it didn't matter that even with heels on she barely reached his shoulders because their bodies still matched up at the important parts--and she saw how natural the two of them looked on a bed. God, she wondered, how long will it be until Mulder and her actually laid down together on a bed? She wondered how long they could play the sexual tension game until it drove either of them crazy...
*BLINK*
"No, I don't hate it," she said wistfully, wondering if she could persuade Mulder, when and if she got him back, to keep the mirrors up for just a little while.
end.
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Right-o, it's the quiz time...Ahh, never mind! Finals are next week and I've had enough of tests! Just let me know if you read it, liked it, or hated it. Really, I want it all. Plus, for feeding me, you get the next one dedicated to you--won't you like that? :)
AUTHOR: Valerina
E-MAIL ADDRESS: Valerina719@hotmail.com
DISTRIBUTION: Yes Gossamer, anywhere else--just ask and I'll say yes
SPOILER WARNING: Dreamland II
RATING: PG-13
CLASSIFICATION: V,H, MSRish
SUMMARY: Just a few seconds in Scully's mind.
FEEDBACK: To borrow from Brandon Ray (whose work I absolutely adore), oh hell yes!
DISCLAIMER: If you think I own 'em, here's a question for you: What have you been smokin'?
AN: This is a piece of fic that is up at Gossamer under the name Lara, because that was who I used to be :) Years ago in college I wrote this and in a big sniffly farewell to the XF (the Finale aired last night), I'm reposting my XF fic. Hope they're still enjoyed!
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"The few shots through the mirror served only to tease us with what could have been."
--Autumn Tysko's Dreamland II Review
******************************
"Oooh," Scully exclaimed as the extra weight landing on the waterbed sent her falling onto her back. She blinked and her eyes focused on her own reflection...on the ceiling of all places. Catching sight of the two of them lying there together, she couldn't help but murmur, "Mulder."
So, there she was, lying less than five inches away from Mulder. Of course, she knew it wasn't *Mulder* lying there next to her on a bed he would never own in a room she never knew he had. But, she reasoned, at least she could pretend for a few seconds. Damn, but didn't they look good together--in a horizontal position no less?
Next to her, NotMulder propped himself up on one elbow and leaned over her. "Do ya hate it?" Mulder's voice, but not really *Mulder's* voice, asked of her, thinking only of the great lay he envisioned for himself sometime in the near future.
Scully stared at the ceiling again. She could imagine Mulder rolling over onto her, kissing her slowly, wetly...
*BLINK*
She wondered what it would be like to watch herself ride Mulder like a pony, working out every single drop of sexual frustration that had been accumulating in her for more than six years now, and enjoying every minute of it...
*BLINK*
Hell, she even saw her senior citizen self, red hair still maintained by Clairol #37, wriggling and writhing under a bald Mulder trying to make it last for her. She snorted inwardly--if we live that long, that is.
Scully thought back to the present, seeing herself and NotMulder lying in bed together--where it didn't matter that even with heels on she barely reached his shoulders because their bodies still matched up at the important parts--and she saw how natural the two of them looked on a bed. God, she wondered, how long will it be until Mulder and her actually laid down together on a bed? She wondered how long they could play the sexual tension game until it drove either of them crazy...
*BLINK*
"No, I don't hate it," she said wistfully, wondering if she could persuade Mulder, when and if she got him back, to keep the mirrors up for just a little while.
end.
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Right-o, it's the quiz time...Ahh, never mind! Finals are next week and I've had enough of tests! Just let me know if you read it, liked it, or hated it. Really, I want it all. Plus, for feeding me, you get the next one dedicated to you--won't you like that? :)