Never Say Never (1/1)
by Audrey Cooper
xf_writer@geocities.com
October, 1996

Summary: A short scene from sometime in the future. A chance meeting
turns into a close encounter <g>.

Classification/Rating: V, MSR. PG-13.

Disclaimer: No one is mentioned by name, so... no disclaimer here.

This is my first attempt at X-Files fanfic. I would appreciate
feedback in any shape or form.
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Never Say Never (1/1)
by Audrey Cooper
xf_writer@geocities.com


They had not seen each other for six years. He wanted too much, and
so did she. The tension between them heated and heated, until being
in the same room could lead only to spontaneous combustion. They
stopped meeting, talking on the phone instead. Finally, even that
had to stop. Her husky tones on the line could make him erect for
the rest of the day. Her panties would be soaked within seconds of
picking up the phone and hearing his voice. Each imagined the other
clothed and unclothed, touching and not touching, until the friction
was unbearable. There were no excuses made; they simply stopped
calling one another. The break was total.

* * * * *

Someone touched her hair. She spun around and stood there, her mouth
opening as she stared.

It was him. New lines bracketed his eyes and mouth, but it was
definitely him. He was standing too close, close enough for her to
feel the heat of his skin. He wasn't smiling. She closed her mouth.
She couldn't seem to make the effort of stepping away. Not now. Not
just yet.

He said her name. The taste of it was honey. Touching her again would
be a big mistake, but not touching her was impossible. He reached out
and drew his left index finger across her lips. His eyes were intent
on hers.

She drew in a deep breath and her breasts brushed his chest, ever so
lightly. Her body swayed, unable to decide between stepping forward
or back. She took that one step -- back.

"Don't do this."

"I don't even want to try to stop. Come talk with me." His words were
both a plea and a command. She had stepped away, but not broken eye
contact. This had to end, right now.

A ghost of his former grin passed quickly over his face and away. He
offered his hand, palm up. He didn't touch her again, but only stood
with his hand extended, waiting for her to come to him.

She placed her hand within his and her heart thudded loudly, once,
like a drum, before resuming a quicker pace. The sound reverberated
in her ears. It was done.

He laced his fingers with hers, brought her hand up and inhaled her
scent: lily of the valley. Still the same.

"Come talk with me," he said again, and she answered, "Yes." 

* * * * *

The room was dark, hot. The ceiling fan could not compete.

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End

So, please, let me know what you think...

Audrey Cooper
xf_writer@geocities.com

S: "Mulder, I--"
M: "Scully, whatever you're gonna say--"
The X-Files, Paper Clip