by Ursula
Alex's hand strokes through Mulder's hair, tangling in it, his eyes soft and
dreaming. Mulder lies stomach down, sprawled as Alex left him with widely
opened legs, dead to the world, but his hand still rests on Alex's stomach
possessively. A moment ago Alex started to move away and Mulder made an
impatient growling sound of warning. Alex smiled and stilled, his eyes
meeting mine in fond indulgence.
The bed is in shambles and our mingled musk is in the air. One of Alex's
legs is raised. His cock is still dusky rose in color, as it nestles in the
curled gloss at his groin.
The mattress gives beneath my wieght as I sit down. Alex likes a soft
mattress and what Alex wants he gets if I can give it to him.
Ask for the stars, beloved, I'll bring you a mirror and you'll find them in
your eyes.
The plate I have brought is very cold. I put it in the freezer long before I
cut the golden fruit and laid the segments down. The mint glistens; it's
dewed with moisture. I take a sprig and run it across one of his nipples.
His eyes had closed a moment before. He was drowsy with love. He looks at me
indignantly for a second, but he's too happy to contain it. A smile starts
at the corner of his mouth and spreads with incredible sweetness across his
face.
"Open," I commanded him. The baby-soft lips part. They are coral, fading
from the ruby that the heat of our kisses left them.
Like a begging bird, the mouth opens for me. I feed him a segment of peach.
The juices flow down his chin. Before he can react, I lean forward and kiss
the nectar away. The taste of him...the heat of him...he's mine. I want him
even as I have him. I adore him more than I have ever loved anything in my
life.
Thirsty...we had made love until the room was hazy with the heat of our
passion; I draw away and reach for a peach slice for myself. The fuzz
tickles my mouth like the downy hair right beneath his lips. I pause
mid-bite as his fingers left Mulder's hair; I shiver as his gentle touch
caresses the naked skin on my hairless crown. He takes my wire-rims and puts
them on the table beside us.
Now, he presses downward, forcing my mouth to his. I start to laugh, nearly
losing the battle right there and then as his greedy teeth play tug of war
with the slice of peach. Just as I'm about to yield, he darts forward,
stealing the fruit, meeting my lips as the sweetness bursts between us. He
drinks of me; I'm drowning in his kisses, but God, don't spare me a second
of this tender tidal wave.
The plate set aside, my head is pillowed on his chest, and beneath my cheek,
I feel the soft delicacy of his skin, the winged beauty of his breastbone.
As my head rises and falls with his deepening breaths, I can hear the
drumbeat of his heart. Gradually, I too am falling asleep and I realize our
hearts have found a joined rhythm. My arm slides over him, protecting him
from any harm, my fingers brush against Mulder. He moves closer without
waking. We're together, complete; things are just as they should be. I'm
fighting sleep, wanting a last glance of his beauty to take with me to my
dreams, but it's okay. I know he's here. I know he's ours.
The air is redolent with peaches...
The beginning...
olden light surrounds us. It is warm, hot even, and the air is redolent of
peaches.
