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155x2: Different Views
by ML
Rating: PG to R
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Nope, not mine.
Summary: One word, two stories.
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155: Reflections
by ML
The candle reflects
in the dresser mirror and in the mirror
above the bed as well, repeating and repeating into infinity.
<There are more
worlds than those which you can hold in your
hand...>
She can't help but
remember other times and places. He has
his ghosts, and she has hers.
Their reflections look
insubstantial in the flickering candle
and rain-light. Flashes of lightning conceal more than they
reveal, like glimpses of truth gone before they are fully
explained.
She closes her eyes
and burrows into his neck, feeling his
arms tighten around her in response. He feels and smells
and sounds real. He is someone to put her back against and
to stand shoulder to shoulder with. He is both candle and
mirror: she is drawn to his truth like a moth to a flame,
and she sees her own truth reflected in him.
Without knowing her thoughts, he thinks the same of her.
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155 Words: Touch
by ML
Hands shaking, fingers
tentative, he reaches out to stroke
her breasts.
She arches toward him, inviting his touch.
Lips meet lips and
part to invite and welcome questing
tongues.
Her hands trail from
his face to his chest, stopping to
play with his suddenly sensitized nipples. He mirrors
her actions, feeling his body quicken under her hands.
He's wanted this so badly for so long, he's almost afraid
to go on.
She helps him. She
guides him closer to where she wants
him, to where he wants to be.
There are no words
to be said; they've always done their
best communication with looks and touches. Why speak
when mouths can be used in much more tantalizing ways?
The touches, always yearned for and bestowed with great
pleasure, have now become mutual.
She strokes him, beckoning
him closer. Her eyes tell
him everything. He enters at her invitation and knows
he is home to stay.
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And here's the one from BTT:
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155 Words: Not Alone
by ML
email: msnsc21@aol.com
Rating: G
Spoilers: Space. Yes, that's right. And a smidgen of Tempus
Fugit/Max
Disclaimer: Nope, not mine.
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At the first opportunity,
Mulder sneaked into the NASA gift
shop.
Yes, they had a job
to do but he couldn't pass this chance up.
He edged around the shuffling tourists, fingering T-shirts,
peering into display cases.
The key rings caught
his eye. They brought back memories of
a warm summer night, running into the cool dark house to see
the grainy image of a man on the moon.
His father said, "It's
only one man standing there, but the
men back here on Earth have his back. He didn't get there
alone."
The words stuck with
Mulder. Only recently, however, had
he discovered the truth of them.
The clerk asked, "Is this a gift?"
He hesitated. If he
gave it to Scully, would she understand?
Maybe it was too soon.
Maybe one day he would
give it to her. When the time was
right. He pocketed his purchase and went to find his partner.