SUMMARY: This story is prequel to another one I wrote called
Inhaling The Different Dawn, and therefore AU.
RATING: R
SPOILERS: This is post The Truth, so anything is fair game.
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No seriously...
HE GAVE HER A BOAT!!!!
I know everybody will rave about the wedding, which is indeed awesome and totally made of win, but the scenes I will carry with me like warm little treasures will always be those ones:
Scully crouches down and runs her finger over the glossy paint, listening to the small waves lap at the sides. She closes her eyes and breathes deeply, drawing in the smell of wet rope and wood, the music of living water.
It is so magical and poetic, like a narrative orchid blooming in my head, roots sending shivers in my cold dead heart.
She gazes at the boat again, smiling. "I love it," she says softly, hearing the thickness in her voice. "Thank you." She gets to her feet, stepping close to him. Her fingers absently fiddle with his buttons as she stares up and lets him read her eyes. It doesn't make her uncomfortable anymore, acknowledging the breathless thing that crackles between them, but the words are still skittish when she tries to summon them. And this is why my unconditional ( ... )
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This is *them* and you caught that elusive chemistry between them so perfectly.
I don't really think I need to tell you what that means to ne. ♥
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I'm going on to part three presently, so just that brief note for now. And some shameless fangirling:
hey move with practiced certainty, drawing ragged sighs and whispered entreaties, muted counterpoints to the sharp violins of the crickets.
When he opens his eyes she can see herself reflected in them, a dryad in the wood. Her life, for all its many poverties, is rich in this instant. Love, deep and boundless, catches her up in its arms, coaxing from her throat all the things she thought she must never say.
This was about the most perfect thing I've read in ages.
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Can't wait to read the next part, thank goodness for BlackBerry's and long car trips.
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I feel a sense of doom because it never turns out good when Mulder hides stuff from Scully. Never.
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