Ch.2
She stepped out into the dark night, the warm, still, heavy air soothed her as she inhaled deeply. As she walked solomnolently to the car, she listened attentively to his careful, subdued footsteps behind her. An awkward smile painted her face with regimentation, but then she thought of the empty, ruffled bed she left farther behind with each step. The smile faded, and resentment settled over her like a dark cloud, thundering ominously.
She approached the passenger side of his car and rested her hands on the roof. The streetlights bathed her as she stood patiently with a tired yet vacant expression, her intense eyes beaming off into the far-off distance. She looked younger that what she really was; that creamy, whit skin gave off the illusion of child-like youth, only the dark circles shadowing her eyes revealed her age.
He unlocked the doors and as she got into the car, her fiery orange locks draped over the door and fell back to the right side of her face as she lowered herself into the seat. The smell of moldy sunflower seeds, that she had become to accustomed to, overwhelmed her once the doors were closed. She lowered her window and flashed him a look of disgust to which he shrugged and wrinkled his forehead innocently.
He started the engine and pulled out on to the quiet night street. The wind whipped through the window sending her hair into a wild dance above her head. Ten minutes had passed she noted as she glanced at the fluorescent yellow numbers in his dashboard. She then returned her stare out the window, watching the trees and street lamps zoom by. Feeling overly relaxed to the point of venturing to the mid way point somewhere between consciousness and unconsciousness, she stretched her arms above her head and her legs out until her foot hit something.
Curiously, she bent forward and retrieved an unopened video with a picture of a large chested blonde with the censored black rectangle covering her nipples. Mulder nervously watched her as she turned the video over and began reading the description, not paying attention to the road.
With the sound of a horn, he slammed on his breaks and threw his arm out in front of her as a shield, and held it there for a couple of seconds as he sighed and swallowed. He brought his hand back to the steering wheel, and with a deep-red hue washing over his face, returned his gaze to the road before him
She moved her eyes over his face, and with each second, his face tensed with uneasement as her hard glare burned into him, deepening the red. She rolled her eyes and focused them back to the video she held in her hands.
"Geez Mulder, look what this stuff does to you, and you haven't even watched it yet." She joked in a most serious tone and tossed the video in the back.
"Sorry." He responded avoiding eye contact.
She settled back into her seat. She could still feel the pressure of his arm against her chest protectively, and a chill went down her spine when she replayed the feeling of the back of his hand stroking her arm once he had relaxed his barrier against her. That spot on her arm was still warm from his touch, and the hair rose on that one spot as she ached for the touch again. It was as comforting as that barren bed she had left behind to be with him, and despite they nearly were in an accident, she felt safe, and the heart beat in her chest returned to normal and her breathing resumed to relaxed, rhythmic expulsions.
She stepped out into the dark night, the warm, still, heavy air soothed her as she inhaled deeply. As she walked solomnolently to the car, she listened attentively to his careful, subdued footsteps behind her. An awkward smile painted her face with regimentation, but then she thought of the empty, ruffled bed she left farther behind with each step. The smile faded, and resentment settled over her like a dark cloud, thundering ominously.
She approached the passenger side of his car and rested her hands on the roof. The streetlights bathed her as she stood patiently with a tired yet vacant expression, her intense eyes beaming off into the far-off distance. She looked younger that what she really was; that creamy, whit skin gave off the illusion of child-like youth, only the dark circles shadowing her eyes revealed her age.
He unlocked the doors and as she got into the car, her fiery orange locks draped over the door and fell back to the right side of her face as she lowered herself into the seat. The smell of moldy sunflower seeds, that she had become to accustomed to, overwhelmed her once the doors were closed. She lowered her window and flashed him a look of disgust to which he shrugged and wrinkled his forehead innocently.
He started the engine and pulled out on to the quiet night street. The wind whipped through the window sending her hair into a wild dance above her head. Ten minutes had passed she noted as she glanced at the fluorescent yellow numbers in his dashboard. She then returned her stare out the window, watching the trees and street lamps zoom by. Feeling overly relaxed to the point of venturing to the mid way point somewhere between consciousness and unconsciousness, she stretched her arms above her head and her legs out until her foot hit something.
Curiously, she bent forward and retrieved an unopened video with a picture of a large chested blonde with the censored black rectangle covering her nipples. Mulder nervously watched her as she turned the video over and began reading the description, not paying attention to the road.
With the sound of a horn, he slammed on his breaks and threw his arm out in front of her as a shield, and held it there for a couple of seconds as he sighed and swallowed. He brought his hand back to the steering wheel, and with a deep-red hue washing over his face, returned his gaze to the road before him
She moved her eyes over his face, and with each second, his face tensed with uneasement as her hard glare burned into him, deepening the red. She rolled her eyes and focused them back to the video she held in her hands.
"Geez Mulder, look what this stuff does to you, and you haven't even watched it yet." She joked in a most serious tone and tossed the video in the back.
"Sorry." He responded avoiding eye contact.
She settled back into her seat. She could still feel the pressure of his arm against her chest protectively, and a chill went down her spine when she replayed the feeling of the back of his hand stroking her arm once he had relaxed his barrier against her. That spot on her arm was still warm from his touch, and the hair rose on that one spot as she ached for the touch again. It was as comforting as that barren bed she had left behind to be with him, and despite they nearly were in an accident, she felt safe, and the heart beat in her chest returned to normal and her breathing resumed to relaxed, rhythmic expulsions.