From: HollywdBabylon Date: 06 Aug 2000 10:05:05 GMT Subject: New - Chainlink (1/1) Title - Chainlink Author - Gnatalie Feedback - HollywdBabylon@aol.com Spoilers - Nothing specific. Rating - NC-17 Classification - VRA Disclaimer - These characters are owned by Chris Carter, Ten Thirteen Prods., and 20th Century Fox. Distribution - Gossamer okay, others with permission. Summary - Things change. They were fucking with such force she knew she'd hurt for days. She didn't care. Now was all that mattered, this moment of struggle, of sex, of love. Her bed had ached for this, she imagined. Finally, this, rather than the usual boring sleeping, tossing, lying awake, the endless thoughts she'd had here. This bed was made for making love and was now being put to its rightful use. "Scully," was all he'd said. No words of endearment, no proclamations of undying affection. She knew already. They were a chainlinked fence. There was no reason for him to use the words a normal man would use to woo a normal woman. He'd said her name, and that was enough. He'd walked through her door and said her name. That was it. Simple. Matter-of-fact. His voice and body language brooked no argument. She gave him a yes with her eyes and he swooped like a heron, swift and sure, she his prey forever. He was her prey too. They were at once the same species and enemies. She a lion, he a hyena, both human and strong and frail and feral. Enough of friendship, partnership, questing and questioning, he'd said with his eyes. Enough of wondering and waiting and wanting, said hers. "Now," her voice had said. Now was all. They kissed not gentle, not sedate, not anything like that. They kissed fast hard deep, no questions or concerns allowed to escape the joined mouths. Not gentle. She scratched at his skin, he pulled on her hair. Clothes were discarded there and here in no particular order. They followed no pattern. After kissing her he leaned down and bit her side; after that she contrasted the sizes of her hands and his feet. His beardy stubble reddened her shoulder blade, her neck. She pushed him to the couch and tortured him with her knee, her thigh between his, no hands. They put all the pieces together, all the parts they'd wondered at but never really seen, each completing a mind puzzle kept in the box for years. He pushed her to her room, pushed her on the bed, pushed his teeth against her cunt before she was ready and not soon enough. He ate at her like a dog, burrowing and licking and biting as if he'd never see another meal. She almost cried; from what, she didn't know. Pain or love. No difference today. He tasted of salt and sweat and dirt. She was glad and she didn't want him clean. His dirt was hers today, his dirt in her bed and on her skin, the past and future unimportant. In the future they would be cleansed. Now they were dirt and flesh and hands and mouths and cocks and pussies. He swiped between her legs and wet her with her scent, wiped it on himself as well. He growled at her, blood on her lip from his carelessness. Such a frenzy she'd never been part of before. She grabbed him by the hair, focused his eyes on her long enough to see it was him and for him to know it was her. That no matter how they fucked it was still her. That tomorrow it would be her. He agreed and pushed in her, pushed hard, pushed hard. She shoved against him just as intense, battered him with her hips, pulling him deep and difficult inside. Found the spot where she wanted him and grunted so he'd know. No words, but good, yes, there, yes, more, more, all silent but understood as she raised her hips and her voice and her neck to the sky. He said her name again, wanted to talk but she wouldn't hear him. "Later," she told him and he shoved into her with all his words lost. Usually they talked and talked but today they fucked and fucked, unnecessary words fallen away to be picked up later and spoken. He bent to her mouth and drank her bloody lip. He was rough with his hand on her front and her orgasm was painful and needed. She grabbed at him, go ahead I'm done, and he did, releasing sound and fury into her, the madness now complete for today. "Did I hurt you?" he asked her when he woke. He licked at her lip softly, soothed it with a hum. "No," she finally answered. "You loved me." "But love can be painful, Scully." "Not yours." She opened her eyes. "It had to be like this, Mulder; the first time had to be distinguishable from the rest of it." "Distinguishable?" She shifted her weight onto him. "From the everyday craziness. From the work. From life as we knew it." "Is that life over?" He stroked her arm, the touch soft and cottony. Yes. "I can't go back to it, Mulder." She looked at him. "I won't." She kissed him, a hello. He'd started this and now she'd finish it. "I'll go back to the work. I'll go back to the craziness. But I won't say goodnight to you over the phone again. I'll say it face to face, and that's how I'll say good morning too." "Good," he said on a yawn. "I hoped you wouldn't fight me on this." "I might as well fight the rain," she murmured into his chest. "Good night." "Good night," he echoed. "Good morning. Good afternoon." "Sleep," she ordered, and he pulled her all the way on top of him like a blanket. Her muscles were already complaining and it would be worse in the morning. She didn't care. Feedback: HollywdBabylon@aol.com