"Angles"
Author: Kate Wilkening
Category: Original Work
Rating: PG (language alert!)
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"Angles"
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Nine seconds.
I timed it.
Subconsciously, of course. Counting out loud during
a kiss like that could lead to some serious
conflicts in judgement.
Nine seconds.
Oh, God. Help me get away from myself.
He was so fucking perfect. So much like the diluted
fantasies I've often found myself indulging
in.
His lips.
On mine.
For a full nine seconds.
I could feel his heartbeat through
that thin gray tee-shirt of his, feel the
warmth of his skin. I wanted to splay my
fingers across his chest, to bury myself into
him and never back away.
He tasted like sweet liquor.
Intoxicating.
Numbing.
So dangerously perfect.
I relented only a moment. I don't know what
I was afraid of. But he was right: the world
didn't end. It actually got sweeter.
Now I can't tear him from my mind. As we
exited the hospital, his arm draped around my
shoulder, I contemplated what I had just done.
What *we* had done. We had ignited a flame
that now burns brightly. I'm afraid to let my
life be illuminated by this light. Afraid that
I'll lose him. And yet I know I never will. He
plays on my dampened heartstrings like a
concert violinist, the vibrations shaking me
to my very center. We are now irrevocably tied
together. Every shared word, every mere touch
is a chord striking a resonant note within me.
Christ, I feel like a sixteen-year-old again.
Sensing the world for the very first time.
Testing my feeble wings in the pounding
rainstorm. Now, I find, it's a storm I'd like
to stay in.
I know we'll both bury this. We won't speak
of it. It will be filed away within our minds,
an ancient relic that once glittered- now left
to collect dust.Just like the hallway. Like a
jaded idol I turn it over in my mind.God, I
had been ready then, too. Ready to loose
myself. I lay awake so many nights after
Mulder and I returned from Antarctica,
contemplating what "could have been".
"What could have been" now is.
All my years of studying the human body
couldn't have prepared me for the exhilaration
I felt rush like a current of white-hot
electricity when his lips brushed mine. I felt
it strike my very center with a firm
reckoning. I resisted the urge to deepen the
kiss, to tangle my fingers in those mahogany
tresses of his, to let my fingers dance
erratic patterns across his bare skin.
Nine seconds.
Nine seconds that exist now.only in my
memory.
.Finis.
Author: Kate Wilkening
Category: Original Work
Rating: PG (language alert!)
~-.._~-.._~-.._~-.._~-.._~-.._~
"Angles"
~-.._~-.._~-.._~-.._~-.._~-.._~
Nine seconds.
I timed it.
Subconsciously, of course. Counting out loud during
a kiss like that could lead to some serious
conflicts in judgement.
Nine seconds.
Oh, God. Help me get away from myself.
He was so fucking perfect. So much like the diluted
fantasies I've often found myself indulging
in.
His lips.
On mine.
For a full nine seconds.
I could feel his heartbeat through
that thin gray tee-shirt of his, feel the
warmth of his skin. I wanted to splay my
fingers across his chest, to bury myself into
him and never back away.
He tasted like sweet liquor.
Intoxicating.
Numbing.
So dangerously perfect.
I relented only a moment. I don't know what
I was afraid of. But he was right: the world
didn't end. It actually got sweeter.
Now I can't tear him from my mind. As we
exited the hospital, his arm draped around my
shoulder, I contemplated what I had just done.
What *we* had done. We had ignited a flame
that now burns brightly. I'm afraid to let my
life be illuminated by this light. Afraid that
I'll lose him. And yet I know I never will. He
plays on my dampened heartstrings like a
concert violinist, the vibrations shaking me
to my very center. We are now irrevocably tied
together. Every shared word, every mere touch
is a chord striking a resonant note within me.
Christ, I feel like a sixteen-year-old again.
Sensing the world for the very first time.
Testing my feeble wings in the pounding
rainstorm. Now, I find, it's a storm I'd like
to stay in.
I know we'll both bury this. We won't speak
of it. It will be filed away within our minds,
an ancient relic that once glittered- now left
to collect dust.Just like the hallway. Like a
jaded idol I turn it over in my mind.God, I
had been ready then, too. Ready to loose
myself. I lay awake so many nights after
Mulder and I returned from Antarctica,
contemplating what "could have been".
"What could have been" now is.
All my years of studying the human body
couldn't have prepared me for the exhilaration
I felt rush like a current of white-hot
electricity when his lips brushed mine. I felt
it strike my very center with a firm
reckoning. I resisted the urge to deepen the
kiss, to tangle my fingers in those mahogany
tresses of his, to let my fingers dance
erratic patterns across his bare skin.
Nine seconds.
Nine seconds that exist now.only in my
memory.
.Finis.
