TITLE:  Cemetery of Kisses
AUTHOR:  Bonetree (Bonetree@aol.com)
RATING:  R/NC-17 
SPOILERS:  Dead/Alive (this takes place at some point after that)
SUMMARY:  155 Words on Scully and Love.  

"Cemetery of kisses, there is still fire in your tombs,/ still the fruited 
boughs burn, pecked at by birds."  -- Pablo Neruda 

(And what *that* tells you, I have no idea, but that's where this came from.  
;o))

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Not even the grave could take away the memory of this.

She lay open as a land surrendering, the mound of her belly like a world, 
round beneath his kisses.  He held the child between his hands as he slid his 
tongue beneath her navel, moving down between her legs.

He spoke to her then without words, rough skin of his cheek against her 
thighs.  She heard everything, her hand stroking his hair, then clenching, 
soft moans and his name from her lips like the songs of doves.  

He answered with his tongue and fingers and breath, hard.  Achingly alive.  

In a while, she seemed to rise, crying out, fluttering inside as though she 
were filled with ashen wings.

His cheek against her belly, he breathed, breathed her in.  She smelled rich. 
 Of earth and desire.  Like a cemetery of kisses. 

His mind drifted to the time beneath the earth.   

And he remembered nothing.


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