Crimson Night
by Emma Brightman

Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: "3"
Feedback:  emmabrightman1013@yahoo.com

Thanks to CazQ and JET for the quick once-over.

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They tangle sweatily on the mattress, the only soft thing in the room. 
The rest is hard edges and sharp teeth, bony hips wedged between her
legs, his fingernails like razors, drawing blood.

Even his hair is sharp, too short to be soft in her hands when she
rolls him onto his back, impaling herself so deeply it hurts.  He keens
beneath her, the sound cutting through the roaring in her ears as she
comes, blood rushing through her veins.

His eyes flutter open and she sees that what was there before wasn't
passion-darkness -- it was just darkness, the black void inside him as
cold and terrible as her own.

"What was her name?" she asks, plucking at the chain around his neck,
jamming the cross into the flesh of her thumb.

He slides off the bed and gathers his clothes from the floor, his back
to her.

"Scully," he whispers.  "Her name is Scully."


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