Apparitions III- Being
By Sandee jellybean5000@hotmail.com
Details in Part 1
SUMMARY: Mulder and Scully have a conversation with each other... indirectly
RATING: slight R
SPOILERS: Nothing un-ignorable (that a word?)
DISCLAIMER: Not mine. Got it? And if you think for one second that Mulder
and Scully belong to me, you must be nuts, or really, really late with
the news.
NOTES: Please read parts one and two to fully understand this. I thank Thal
for the beta and Sam for the inspiration. Cute!
For missing parts, visit http://www.geocities.com/surefinewhatever00/
*****
It's late when they awake, stepping out of their beings to converse
for a while. Mulder and Scully have been up all night, doing the wild thing
until they both collapsed. And there they are: collapsed, satisfied, naked
and asleep. The Beings are tired, but the souls are not.
The Soul and the Thought unmesh from each other's Beings and stare at
each other, happy looks on their faces. Both share the attractive looks and
physical bearings of their beings. This being so, they are both equally nude
at the moment, but they don't care. They take a seat at the end of the bed and
begin giggling.
"How'd you get him to do it?" the Soul asks the Thought. The Thought give
the Soul a saucy grin and touches her hand playfully.
"You know how I did it." He replies, standing up and walking over to his
Being, sleeping in the arms of his lover. "I got him to see how much you
loved him... me." He strokes his Being's face.
The Soul grins and steps over to her Being. She brushes away a stray strand
of her stubborn hair. "I hate her hair. Tell him to tell her to have it
shaved off." She tells the Thought.
The Thought looks at her with a strange expression. "Are you nuts?" he
asks, almost too loudly. "Do you know what look she'd throw at him? It would
melt him. He becomes even less of a man than... Barney the Purple
Monstrosity."
She smiles warmly at him and raises an eyebrow. "You sure?"
"Yesss, I'm sure." The male hisses.
His hiss is loud enough to make Mulder stir a little in the arms of his
new lover. But instead of awakening, he snuggles closer, and tightens his
arms around the woman he loves most in the world. She, in turn, curves her
lips slightly.
Both of them exchange relieved sighs. The female Soul motions for them to
leave the room. to leave the room. But before they do, the Soul, motivated by her
innate modesty, dons the shirt Mulder ripped off himself earlier.
The Thought looks a little disgruntled. Now, he lacks a shirt. Thinking
quickly, he strides over to Scully's couch and wraps the Indian blanket
tossed over the side around him like a toga. He smiles triumphantly, and
the both of them collapse onto the couch in the dark living room, grinning
like fools. The Soul crosses her legs and snuggles into the embrace of
the Thought.
"So." She begins. "What do I call you, anyway?"
This provokes serious thought within the Thought. "Um... I think you'd
better just call me Mulder."
"Won't that confuse me? I'm already calling your Being Mulder. Maybe I'll just
call you Jim or something."
A set of eyebrows rise. "Who is Jim?"
The Soul shakes her head, a small smile emerging on her face. She hadn't
smiled this much since the fourth grade.
That was a long time ago.
"No one. No one." She mumbles. It was comfortable here, in his warm hug.
She'd never been hugged like this before, especially after having *so* much
fun. That could be construed as fun... right?
Right?
"What's wrong?," he asks. It seems that since their physical connection a few
hours earlier, he's been able to read her clearer than before. It was just
as soothing as it was annoying.
"Nothing's wrong. I was just wondering."
"About?"
"Things. Lots of things."
The Thought decides to leave it at that. "So... what do you think will happen
in the morning? Do we have to plan it or go for spontaneity?"
The Soul is having serious doubts. She is unsure of whether to proceed into
this whirlwind of emotions and risk overwhelming her Being, or to stop...
which would, elementally, cause more pain than the first option.
"You'll have to help me," she decides to say. "I mean... this isn't a
decision meant to be made by a Soul alone. It requires... Thought.
And that's you."
This makes the Thought grin like mad and plant a kiss on the Soul's red
hair, which is giving off quite a nice glow, even in the dark. It's
nice, this. Sitting with the Soul meant to be with him forever, it sends
a small tingle down his spine. She shifts slightly in his arms.
"Do you know what this is?" she asks him after a few minutes of snuggling.
"Have you felt it before? Is it love?"
He considers this a second. "Love is like plumbing--"
"Why?"
"--it's messy, complicated and best left to the experts."
It is her turn to consider. She shifts again and regards him with soulful
eyes. Of course, why wouldn't they be? "We *are* the experts."
"Why do you say that?" he kisses her head again.
After clearing her throat to get his attention away from her fiery strands,
she struggles to make her point. "Don't you think we're already experts?
From the strength of his mind to the strength of her soul... the going to
the ends of the earth thing? The strength of the Beings... don't you think
we've mastered the art yet?"
"The art of...?"
"You know it. The art of love."
This statement elicits a full-blown toothy smile on the face of the
Thought. "The Beings have only made love once... and you expect them to
be experts?
"Ow." He mumbles, after she slaps him playfully on the arm.
"I'm serious. Should we tell them they're in love? I mean, if that would
be rushing things..."
The Thought moved his hand from the Soul's shoulder to her nipple and
began circling the soft flesh with his thumb until it became a hardened
peak. "Rushing things? How long has she known that she felt that way?"
She looks at the dark ceiling, trying to ignore his hands and how they
were driving her to insanity. "I think... six years."
This takes the Thought by surprise. He never expected this. "Six years?"
"Two thousand, one hundred and ninety days, give or take a few."
The Thought hangs his head slightly. "Wow," his voice is breathy with
amazement. "I have a confession, though."
"What's that?"
"He hated you at first."
This causes her to stir uncomfortably in his arms. He tightens his arms
around her, but to no avail. She is scared. Scared that he might not feel
what she does. Scared that her feelings may not be returned the way she
wants them to be. Scared that his feelings might fade away fast.
The Thought tries desperately to calm her. "Wait! Oh c'mon. Wait a
minute. Please listen. I didn't mean *hate* by hate. I meant that he hated
the fact that you somehow managed to deceive him. He hated the fact that he
knew he was falling for you and a worldwide Apocalypse couldn't stop him."
She stops struggling and he once again kisses her head. She sighs. Not a sigh
of regret or of patience, but one of relief. This could work. Maybe.
"Listen to me." A deep voice says. "Whatever happens, please don't let her
doubt his love for her. It's something real, something unstoppable. Please
don't doubt it, him or me."
They remain silent for a while.
"I'm sorry," she begins, snuggling up to him again. She forcibly moves his
hands to her hips so she can think straight.
There. Better.
"I'm sorry." She says again. "It's just that all this is new to me... I've
never been in a relationship this serious. I've never even come out to talk
to anyone but Dana before."
He rests his chin on her head. "Seriously?"
"Seriously."
She moves from beside him to straddle his lap. His eyes widen and his
cock hardens. "Are you sure?"
"Of what?," she asks, as she begins kissing his neck. His hands cradle her face, as
he slowly moves away to look at her. His eyes contain not regret or anger, but,
surprisingly, worry.
"If we make love, you know she could get pregnant."
The Soul's eyes widen. "I thought she couldn't get pregnant."
But his eyes aren't joking, nor do they hold any sign of him being
un-serious. "I'm not kidding. If we ever, ever make love she will get
pregnant. With or without her ova."
She rolls her eyes at him. "Oh, for the love of God, it's impossible."
He smiles a bit at that. Even her soul is scientific.
"No, it's not. It's not science that makes a baby, love. It's love."
This worries her, again. She tenses on his lap. "Does that mean--"
He cuts her off with his hands squeezing her hips. "No. It's just too early
in the relationship to get her pregnant, you think?"
She nods in agreement and lets her head fall down onto his chest, luxuriating
in his warmness, his presence. Luxuriating in him.
*****
From the bedroom, two heads are peeping out the door, watching every move of the
couple on the couch.
Hearing the signal that ended the conversation, they both smile at each
other.
And head back the bed, arm in arm, confident that their relationship has
Not been rotting in a corner, but has been blossoming for a long time.
With that in mind, they fall back into the sheets to sleep.
*****
end.
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By Sandee jellybean5000@hotmail.com
Details in Part 1
SUMMARY: Mulder and Scully have a conversation with each other... indirectly
RATING: slight R
SPOILERS: Nothing un-ignorable (that a word?)
DISCLAIMER: Not mine. Got it? And if you think for one second that Mulder
and Scully belong to me, you must be nuts, or really, really late with
the news.
NOTES: Please read parts one and two to fully understand this. I thank Thal
for the beta and Sam for the inspiration. Cute!
For missing parts, visit http://www.geocities.com/surefinewhatever00/
*****
It's late when they awake, stepping out of their beings to converse
for a while. Mulder and Scully have been up all night, doing the wild thing
until they both collapsed. And there they are: collapsed, satisfied, naked
and asleep. The Beings are tired, but the souls are not.
The Soul and the Thought unmesh from each other's Beings and stare at
each other, happy looks on their faces. Both share the attractive looks and
physical bearings of their beings. This being so, they are both equally nude
at the moment, but they don't care. They take a seat at the end of the bed and
begin giggling.
"How'd you get him to do it?" the Soul asks the Thought. The Thought give
the Soul a saucy grin and touches her hand playfully.
"You know how I did it." He replies, standing up and walking over to his
Being, sleeping in the arms of his lover. "I got him to see how much you
loved him... me." He strokes his Being's face.
The Soul grins and steps over to her Being. She brushes away a stray strand
of her stubborn hair. "I hate her hair. Tell him to tell her to have it
shaved off." She tells the Thought.
The Thought looks at her with a strange expression. "Are you nuts?" he
asks, almost too loudly. "Do you know what look she'd throw at him? It would
melt him. He becomes even less of a man than... Barney the Purple
Monstrosity."
She smiles warmly at him and raises an eyebrow. "You sure?"
"Yesss, I'm sure." The male hisses.
His hiss is loud enough to make Mulder stir a little in the arms of his
new lover. But instead of awakening, he snuggles closer, and tightens his
arms around the woman he loves most in the world. She, in turn, curves her
lips slightly.
Both of them exchange relieved sighs. The female Soul motions for them to
leave the room. to leave the room. But before they do, the Soul, motivated by her
innate modesty, dons the shirt Mulder ripped off himself earlier.
The Thought looks a little disgruntled. Now, he lacks a shirt. Thinking
quickly, he strides over to Scully's couch and wraps the Indian blanket
tossed over the side around him like a toga. He smiles triumphantly, and
the both of them collapse onto the couch in the dark living room, grinning
like fools. The Soul crosses her legs and snuggles into the embrace of
the Thought.
"So." She begins. "What do I call you, anyway?"
This provokes serious thought within the Thought. "Um... I think you'd
better just call me Mulder."
"Won't that confuse me? I'm already calling your Being Mulder. Maybe I'll just
call you Jim or something."
A set of eyebrows rise. "Who is Jim?"
The Soul shakes her head, a small smile emerging on her face. She hadn't
smiled this much since the fourth grade.
That was a long time ago.
"No one. No one." She mumbles. It was comfortable here, in his warm hug.
She'd never been hugged like this before, especially after having *so* much
fun. That could be construed as fun... right?
Right?
"What's wrong?," he asks. It seems that since their physical connection a few
hours earlier, he's been able to read her clearer than before. It was just
as soothing as it was annoying.
"Nothing's wrong. I was just wondering."
"About?"
"Things. Lots of things."
The Thought decides to leave it at that. "So... what do you think will happen
in the morning? Do we have to plan it or go for spontaneity?"
The Soul is having serious doubts. She is unsure of whether to proceed into
this whirlwind of emotions and risk overwhelming her Being, or to stop...
which would, elementally, cause more pain than the first option.
"You'll have to help me," she decides to say. "I mean... this isn't a
decision meant to be made by a Soul alone. It requires... Thought.
And that's you."
This makes the Thought grin like mad and plant a kiss on the Soul's red
hair, which is giving off quite a nice glow, even in the dark. It's
nice, this. Sitting with the Soul meant to be with him forever, it sends
a small tingle down his spine. She shifts slightly in his arms.
"Do you know what this is?" she asks him after a few minutes of snuggling.
"Have you felt it before? Is it love?"
He considers this a second. "Love is like plumbing--"
"Why?"
"--it's messy, complicated and best left to the experts."
It is her turn to consider. She shifts again and regards him with soulful
eyes. Of course, why wouldn't they be? "We *are* the experts."
"Why do you say that?" he kisses her head again.
After clearing her throat to get his attention away from her fiery strands,
she struggles to make her point. "Don't you think we're already experts?
From the strength of his mind to the strength of her soul... the going to
the ends of the earth thing? The strength of the Beings... don't you think
we've mastered the art yet?"
"The art of...?"
"You know it. The art of love."
This statement elicits a full-blown toothy smile on the face of the
Thought. "The Beings have only made love once... and you expect them to
be experts?
"Ow." He mumbles, after she slaps him playfully on the arm.
"I'm serious. Should we tell them they're in love? I mean, if that would
be rushing things..."
The Thought moved his hand from the Soul's shoulder to her nipple and
began circling the soft flesh with his thumb until it became a hardened
peak. "Rushing things? How long has she known that she felt that way?"
She looks at the dark ceiling, trying to ignore his hands and how they
were driving her to insanity. "I think... six years."
This takes the Thought by surprise. He never expected this. "Six years?"
"Two thousand, one hundred and ninety days, give or take a few."
The Thought hangs his head slightly. "Wow," his voice is breathy with
amazement. "I have a confession, though."
"What's that?"
"He hated you at first."
This causes her to stir uncomfortably in his arms. He tightens his arms
around her, but to no avail. She is scared. Scared that he might not feel
what she does. Scared that her feelings may not be returned the way she
wants them to be. Scared that his feelings might fade away fast.
The Thought tries desperately to calm her. "Wait! Oh c'mon. Wait a
minute. Please listen. I didn't mean *hate* by hate. I meant that he hated
the fact that you somehow managed to deceive him. He hated the fact that he
knew he was falling for you and a worldwide Apocalypse couldn't stop him."
She stops struggling and he once again kisses her head. She sighs. Not a sigh
of regret or of patience, but one of relief. This could work. Maybe.
"Listen to me." A deep voice says. "Whatever happens, please don't let her
doubt his love for her. It's something real, something unstoppable. Please
don't doubt it, him or me."
They remain silent for a while.
"I'm sorry," she begins, snuggling up to him again. She forcibly moves his
hands to her hips so she can think straight.
There. Better.
"I'm sorry." She says again. "It's just that all this is new to me... I've
never been in a relationship this serious. I've never even come out to talk
to anyone but Dana before."
He rests his chin on her head. "Seriously?"
"Seriously."
She moves from beside him to straddle his lap. His eyes widen and his
cock hardens. "Are you sure?"
"Of what?," she asks, as she begins kissing his neck. His hands cradle her face, as
he slowly moves away to look at her. His eyes contain not regret or anger, but,
surprisingly, worry.
"If we make love, you know she could get pregnant."
The Soul's eyes widen. "I thought she couldn't get pregnant."
But his eyes aren't joking, nor do they hold any sign of him being
un-serious. "I'm not kidding. If we ever, ever make love she will get
pregnant. With or without her ova."
She rolls her eyes at him. "Oh, for the love of God, it's impossible."
He smiles a bit at that. Even her soul is scientific.
"No, it's not. It's not science that makes a baby, love. It's love."
This worries her, again. She tenses on his lap. "Does that mean--"
He cuts her off with his hands squeezing her hips. "No. It's just too early
in the relationship to get her pregnant, you think?"
She nods in agreement and lets her head fall down onto his chest, luxuriating
in his warmness, his presence. Luxuriating in him.
*****
From the bedroom, two heads are peeping out the door, watching every move of the
couple on the couch.
Hearing the signal that ended the conversation, they both smile at each
other.
And head back the bed, arm in arm, confident that their relationship has
Not been rotting in a corner, but has been blossoming for a long time.
With that in mind, they fall back into the sheets to sleep.
*****
end.
Ta-da! I told you I'd finish it in due time. I need comments... and my
site needs hits. Here are the two most important details:
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jellybean5000@hotmail.com