Cherry Dreams (1/1) by banlu

Title:  Cherry Dreams
Author:  banlu
Email: banlutoo@yahoo.com

Archive:  *DO NOT ARCHIVE* to ephemeral, Gossamer; 
Already there. Anyone else, please ask.  
I like to know it's gone to a nice home.

Rating:  PG

Category:  V

Spoilers:  None

Keywords:  Mulder/Scully UST

Summary:  Scully dreams.

Comments:  I guess you could call this a 'prelude to 
a "first time" fic'.  It's a little foray into virgin 
territory *g*.  

Disclaimer:  No matter how hard I wish, they aren't 
mine, aren't mine, aren't mine...

Thanks:  As usual, to mimic117

Date written:  June- July 2002


Cherry Dreams
by banlu

Scully walked past the cherry trees under low, gray 
clouds.  The bare black limbs rattled in the brisk 
wind.  The air tasted of snow, cold and metallic. She 
let the wind at her back push her forward, forward, 
toward somewhere, someplace.  

It began to snow.

Big, white, fluffy flakes, drifting slowly from 
above.  The world had gone peaceful, still, made 
muffled in the way that only falling snow can.

A shadow, a movement, seen out of the corner of one 
eye, caused her to whirl around.

xxxxx
Scully wandered among the cherry trees beneath a 
clear blue sky.  The blooming limbs swayed in the 
gentle breeze, fluttering like the hem of her soft 
white dress.  The air smelled of spring, warm and 
earthy.  She let the breeze guide her to someplace, 
something.

The air filled with cherry blossoms.

Big, white, fluffy flowers, drifting slowly from 
above.  The world rang with the sounds of life, made 
noisy in the way that only spring can.

A form, a motion, closer than before, made her spin 
on her heel.

xxxxx
Scully stood between two cherry trees, their green 
leaves whispering under a golden sun.  The limbs 
bowed beneath the weight of their ripened fruit, 
forming a bower, a refuge from the rest of her world.  
She waited for something, someone.

The cherries began to fall.

Big, red, juicy fruits, dropping softly from above.  
The world murmured and hummed, sounds made distant in 
the way that only early summer can.

A shape, stopped far away, caught her eye, made her 
turn its way.

xxxxx
Scully leaned against a cherry tree, its bark rough 
behind her back, the grass soft beneath her feet.  
Its limbs reached for the sky, leaving her uncovered, 
open.  Fallen cherries dotted the ground.  She 
watched for someone, something.

A shape appeared.

Gray fur blurred its form.  The world sighed and 
whispered, made forlorn in the way that only a 
rainless season can.

The shape circled into view from behind her, low and 
cautious, closer, closer.

xxxxx
Scully sat under the cherry trees, surrounded by red, 
ripe fruit.  The branches motionless in the heavy, 
humid air, the ground damp with rain.  The shape came 
into focus, green-gold eyes staring, staring.

A fox halted before her.

It stood poised for flight.  The world fell quiet, 
expectant, made calm in the way that only an 
approaching storm can.

The fox lowered its head, slipped out its tongue, and 
delicately licked a juicy red cherry laying at her 
feet.  

xxxxx
Scully rested below the cherry trees, in the dusty, 
dusky twilight, the air filled with the soft pants 
and musky scent of the fox before her.  She looked 
into those green-gold eyes, watching, watching.

The fox picked up the cherry.

It held the fruit reverently in its sharp white teeth 
and moved up slowly to stop at her feet.  The world 
shimmered and glowed, made beautiful in the way that 
only a passing shower can.

Its eyes held hers, searching, questioning, 
wondering.  

xxxxx
Scully lay underneath the cherry trees, below a 
starry sky.  The air was fragrant and soothing, 
settling.  The wind bent limbs low to cover her, hide 
her, from all others.  The fox stepped carefully, 
gently, between her outstretched legs. She gazed into 
those green-gold, green-gold eyes, and nodded.

The fox smiled.

It bit down on the cherry, the warm red juice 
bursting out and out, covering her with its sticky 
tartness.  The world sang and danced, made joyful in 
the way that only a perfect day can.

Their souls leapt between their gazes, mingled with 
their breaths, merged within their bodies, until each 
was the other.

xxxxx
Scully woke to the warmth of her bed, the darkness of 
her room, the fading memories of green-gold eyes. 

She thought of Mulder.

And smiled.

end


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