Writing these drabbles = FUN! - although I'm letting them distract me from writing something looooooooonger. Oh well, that will come in time, right? feedback is better than chocolate (and has also...needs to breath, he needs help to breath...help... She's being lifted, and immobile feed gain traction, running on a three-word fuel cell - Help...Jeremiah Smith... XXXXXX
Right so I made another video (cause sleep is just way less important than Mulder and Scully obviously). This one is set to the song At The Edge of the Ocean by Ivy. It's one of those songs that you know, but you just don't know the title of. Anyways, I thought it was appropriate for their relationship because it's a lot of starting, stopping and waiting. Standing at the edge of the ocean, trying...
...white-knuckled on the knife. It all happened too quickly then. The door to the kitchen swung open and I screamed like I'd just seen a ghost on Christmas Eve. Mulder's back hit the door hard and he nearly dropped his beer. "Holy shit, Scully!" I think he kept talking but I couldn't tell what he was saying. I started crying. He came to me quickly and desperately tried to pull me back together.
Today when I woke up, he was peering out the blinds in the bedroom. It was barely dawn and he was standing perfectly still. I asked him what he was doing and he seemed startled by me. I've never been... frozen in time, and he held its gaze for over a minute before it bounded into the trees. He stroked my back and I fell back asleep with my cheek pressedagainst that faded scar they left on his sternum
Scully: Fox... Mulder: I even made my parents call me Mulder. Scully: Mulder, I wouldn't put myself on the line for anybody but you. Mulder: If there's an iced tea in that bag, it could be love. Scully: Must be fate, Mulder. Root beer.
...Count : 1987. Which, incidentally, is also the year I was born. I wonder what that means. Rating : Hard R. Spoilers : Through 7x07 "Orison." This is a post-ep for "Orison." Characters : Mulder/Scully. Excerpt : "How are you doing up there, Mulder?" Scully asks, and she is going for casual, but something dark and beautiful ghosts in and swirls her voice until she sounds sultry, erotic, wanting...
I made a video for Mulder and Scully centred around (obviously) their relationship. Although I didn't really want to show all the goopy goo love part, I wanted to focus more on the struggles and how hard they've worked and how long they tried to be happy together and in the end, whether it was worth it? Anyways the link is under the cut and it's set to John Mayer's Slow Dancing in a Burning Room...
I'm not at all sure I'm going to be able to move tomorrow. It seems he may still be able to move that delicious mouth of his. He's saying something about needing something to eat. Let's see if I can help him out.
Okay. He finally fell asleep about a half-hour after I stopped counting the number of times he...wait, there he is again. Oh my God... Sorry for the short post
We just got out of the shower and Mulder's swaggering around with a towel wrapped around his hips, water dripping from his hair, leering at me, and I'm trying not to notice. It's not working. I hope Carl and Ginny stayed home this weekend, because I didn't know our bathroom window was open, and they didn't need to hear the noises we were making. Or are about to make again.
