TOUCH PATHWAYS
MULDER
Repelling a tumor's ghost with my lips between her eyes, my hands linger in her neck, feeling the sinister scar. My mouth slids down slowly, reaching her breasts. While hanging around, I can't help heeding her heartbeats and breaths, always fearing the worst. Moving lower, my hands on her tattoo, my head on her belly, I cast out too many painful thoughts, before sinking in less wounded lands.
SCULLY
First, I move my hands along his arms, conjuring up feelings of soothing cuddles. I climb to his forehead, kissing and exploring evidences of old injuries, shivering to thoughts of a damaged brain. Then, I continue my tactile journey along a downward path, resting a while upon my bullet mark that saved his life, shaking in memory of death and cracks when on his chest, craving for happier places.
M&S
We both wander along each other touch pathways punctuated by heavy marks, travelling through threatening and dreadful remembrances. Hopefully, we always end up in lighthearted zones, throwing out all our angst.