Sex Challenge: Clothes Like Breadcrumbs
TITLE: Clothes Like Breadcrumbs
AUTHOR: memories_child
SPOILERS: Trust No1
RATING: PG
CHARACTER/PAIRING: CSM
WORD COUNT: 199
DISCLAIMER: Sadly, they belong to CC. He just lets me play with them sometimes.
A/N: This was written for the fourth thedrabblefiles challenge.
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He fixes the sights of the telescope, focuses the lens and then sits back to wait.
After some time the lights flutter on before dimming again, casting a hue the colour of sunrise onto the plain wall. He leans forward, gripping the telescope.
He sees her first, hand running through her red hair as she steps backwards into his line of sight. She is followed by Mulder who reaches out a hand; to hold her, to steady her - he can’t tell. The telescope affords him some intimacy, but nowhere near enough.
Mulder whispers something in her ear and a smile slowly works its way across her face, smoothing the lines that have gathered at the corners of her eyes. She twines her fingers in Mulder’s as he leans towards her and brushes her lips with his.
His grip tightens on the telescope.
Mulder’s hand slides under the loose t-shirt she wears and her fingers graze the button on his jeans. The move across the room, shedding clothes like breadcrumbs on their path to the couch.
He pans the telescope with them, refocuses the lens. One lonely night, he thinks.
The telescope affords him some intimacy, but nowhere near enough.
AUTHOR: memories_child
SPOILERS: Trust No1
RATING: PG
CHARACTER/PAIRING: CSM
WORD COUNT: 199
DISCLAIMER: Sadly, they belong to CC. He just lets me play with them sometimes.
A/N: This was written for the fourth thedrabblefiles challenge.
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He fixes the sights of the telescope, focuses the lens and then sits back to wait.
After some time the lights flutter on before dimming again, casting a hue the colour of sunrise onto the plain wall. He leans forward, gripping the telescope.
He sees her first, hand running through her red hair as she steps backwards into his line of sight. She is followed by Mulder who reaches out a hand; to hold her, to steady her - he can’t tell. The telescope affords him some intimacy, but nowhere near enough.
Mulder whispers something in her ear and a smile slowly works its way across her face, smoothing the lines that have gathered at the corners of her eyes. She twines her fingers in Mulder’s as he leans towards her and brushes her lips with his.
His grip tightens on the telescope.
Mulder’s hand slides under the loose t-shirt she wears and her fingers graze the button on his jeans. The move across the room, shedding clothes like breadcrumbs on their path to the couch.
He pans the telescope with them, refocuses the lens. One lonely night, he thinks.
The telescope affords him some intimacy, but nowhere near enough.