Proportion
By Noelle Leithe
noelleleithe@yahoo.com

155 words of MSR, PG, no spoilers or betas.

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They shouldn't fit. 

Ten inches between them. Her neck stayed sore from craning to 
look up at him all day.

Everyone is the same height lying down, she'd heard, but she'd 
never believed it. She had evidence to the contrary. Four lovers 
in her life, and the least difference in height was the seven 
and a half inches between her and Ethan. Four lovers, and she 
had never been kissed on the mouth while her lover was inside 
her.

Not until Mulder.

It was the long legs, she'd decided. From neck to hips he was 
only a little taller than her; his legs made up the difference. 
He was all out of proportion, not just his quirky face but his 
entire body. Somehow it worked for him, and she didn't question 
it. Especially not now; not while he moved deep inside her and 
his tongue played tag with hers.

They shouldn't fit, but they did.

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